Here’s a poster I just finished for Word & Image.
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Framing a Modern Masterpiece ➔
I’ve been reading a lot about St. Louis architecture for a project lately (in this book), so I feel that I can attest to the importance of this competition — It’s exciting stuff.
High-speed Rail Money ➔
Illinois/Missouri: CHA-CHING.
This is great news.
This past summer I was fortunate enough to intern at Spoke Marketing as part of their Sprockets program — in which three interns (including Amanda Yates) did free work for some non-profits and start-ups in the St. Louis area.
Not only was it a great experience — thankful clients, sweet offices, fun work environment, helping organizations worth helping, getting paid to do so — but now I have an excuse to stop by Whole Foods whenever I can to check out some of the collateral we made for Blessing Basket.
BB is a non-profit that sells baskets hand-made by women from villages in third world nations — Ghana, Uganda, Madagascar, Bangladesh, Papua New Guinea, and Indonesia. However, instead of paying them the fair trade minimum (around $0.80 per basket), they pay them $4 to $7 per basket. In doing so they’re actually ending poverty on a village-to-village basis.
Read more about them and their mission, and while you’re at it, why not buy a basket? I’ve got one. The craftsmanship is remarkable, and the colors really pop.
This is St. Louis during the World’s Fair? God I wish I could have seen it!
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Whoa.
Sorry for all the Cards/Pujols love, but all the attention on St. Louis for the All-Star Game has made me appreciate how fortunate I am to be in St. Louis (Baseball Heaven) while a sure-fire HoF’er is in the prime of his career (I hope I didn’t jinx it).
As a sports fan, I’ve read plenty of accounts of watching players like Larry and Magic, Bill Russell, Stan the Man, Jim Brown and loads of other all-time greats, but other than the only Bulls game I’ve ever attended (MJ led them to a title that year), I’ve never been able to regularly see a once in a generation player.
Call this nostalgia from the future. I just can’t wait to tell my grandkids all my El Hombre stories.
Btw, this is a swell article.
“Nah. I’m expecting a Big Mac.”
— Albert Pujols (courtesy of the St. Louis Post Dispatch’s Brian Burwell), on whether he expected the Cardinals to bill him for knocking out the lights in the “I” with a June home run into Big Mac Land.
Dan’s work never fails to be awesome.
I just read the part about a trolley on Cherokee Street and my head exploded ➔
My favorite taco place (see DK issue 0.1) would become my favorite place. End of discussion.
This past Thursday, my friend Matt and I went and explored Cement Land, the in progress creation of City Museum founder Bob Cassilly.
RFT did a pretty interesting write-up on the place almost nine years ago, but it doesn’t seem like much has happened in that time (save for a few sweet constructions).
Cement Land is insanely surreal. We were the only people there, though every now and then the quiet tension would be broken by a few birds. Exploring the place is as close to post-apocalyptic as I can imagine or hope to experience, and it might just be the most perfect set for a zombie film in existance.
Definitely one of the top 5 experiences of my life.
