Akron/Family is playing the Marquis tonight. Tomorrow is the Beehive Collective presentation at the office. Thursday is Toro y Moi at Larimer Lounge for a meager $12. Friday... whatever. It's Friday.

The benign: I was the closest I've been to missing quota at Greenpeace. That was yesterday, at 5:30, I'd raised $115 on a $120 quota (reduced because ( Read more... )

So I'm a professional activist now, which is a much better fit than sous chef. I'm working longer days than ever, and of course it's a much more mentally and emotionally draining job than making twenty pounds of tuna salad, etc., but good god I feel so much better about the direction I'm taking. I guess--if only because I've used this space for ( Read more... )

Word is the universe is balance ( Read more... )

Called off at 5:44 this morning, due to a bad cough yesterday that turned into a horrible, mucous-y sore throat this morning, and I was so sorry for the inconvenience, and would be diligent in my recovery efforts today, so as to be primed and ready for production on Chicken Wednesday.

Really, I called off so I could appreciate the sunlight inspired ( Read more... )

Thoughts of anonymity, wage slavery, Jeremiah Johnson, and the like. Friday was opening day at Coors Field, and it was beautiful out. I like to think I’d have gone down there to tailgate if I’d had the day off; in all likelihood, it would’ve been something of a small miracle if I’d even made it down to Wash Park for the afternoon.

The weight of my ( Read more... )

I had lunch on the patio. It was just a cup of water--I'd had a breakfast burrito at about nine, and I wasn't really hungry or in the mood to spend any more money ( Read more... )

Green Beer Day 2010 and I'm in Denver Colorado and it's greens of a different kind altogether these days. Two years since one of my greatest days yet, and extremes in either direction were the norm for that time in my life. Today is a sunny day; warm, with song birds singing and grass that's greening and I opened as many doors and windows as the ( Read more... )

Sitting here after work, my eyelids fall, a begin to drift away, and I thought I heard thunder rumble somewhere east--on the plains. No--it's still February. And an old Toyota rolls out of the Safeway parking lot at the corner.

My ascent into the mountains will be pronounced--loud and for all to hear. The spring will be cold at first and long, the ( Read more... )

Imp of the perverse ( Read more... )

Opened the windows and turned on the ceiling fans. Got some air flow through the apartment, and feel alive again. Woke up this morning to an oscine interlude. Really framed the day.

Someone hacked into McCain's MySpace today; a good show.
They sold books at Shriver for 50 - 75% off. Bought Bob Dylan's Chronicles and the collection of short stories by ( Read more... )