Welcome to STATION!

A Brief History of STATION...

In the Summer of 2002, back when Iraq was still shying away from weapons inspectors and Lindsay Lohan was still a nice girl, two heterosexual life partners sat across from each other on a cramped porch at dusk in a sleepy beach town oblivious to these happenings and to what their mutual boredom would spawn that evening. These lads, who I will now begin referring to as 'we,' were only really sure about a few things in life, at that point, one of which was stickers. Stickers meant global stardom, creative outlet and mischief, if used smartly. Stickers, we knew, would enable us to flood the world with our inside 'jokes' and personal insights, things the world had certainly long awaited. More than anything though, we wanted to confuse people. To do this, we scoured our immediate environment for source material that only we would ever relate to or at least remember. There goes my cat... done: "DON'T JUMP BETTY!" or "JUMP, BETTY, JUMP!" We could use both and really fuck with people, couldn't we? Brilliant. To unite our dissociated tag lines we would need a symbol and a title. STATION was adopted as our brand name and a piece of abstract art from my mom's house as our symbol to represent whatever we would be pushing (which, of course, turned out to be absolutely nothing. not even stickers...)

I seem to recall only those phrases with the least context of the twenty or so we conjured up in the ten minutes of excitement that birthed STATION before we wandered to get a burrito. It is that minimal context that reminds me why STATION was so attractive to us. It was ours. Only we could manufacture it. The fact that our manufacturing process was usually oriented around personal use and involved lots of notebook paper didn't really matter, although, it was somewhat disappointing. The spirit of STATION was kept alive in some way in every symbol we scribbled or carved, or later, in every unrealized creative inclination we experienced. Let's start a band! No instruments or talent? Oh well. Let's write...about...lots of stuff, interesting and funny stuff...because, we're smart...right? Oh well. Many of our youthfully optimistic plans lost what momentum they had in our heads to excuses, lack of required motivation, complacency, what have you. But maybe some of our plans, those broader ones in the background, were incrementally coddled by every passing interest, every good idea, every week's STATION. For five years (and probably for much longer), we've been passing from STATION to STATION and now, as a conveniently adult replacement for the sticker, the blog has given us a second chance to return to the end of the line and build a new one. We will try to be more relevant than aimless pet commands but we can't promise anything. Just that this is ours. And free beer. Welcome to STATION.