November 2, 2012
I won’t say much about it, but overall, moving to Denver was a Very Good Decision.
July 9, 2012
Went jet skiing, boating, attempted to wakeboard.
Learned how to shoot firearms (at tin cans) on a beautiful ranch, next to a log cabin that someone’s grandfather built.
Hiked around Vedauwoo.
Rocked out to Patti Fiasco in Centennial.
Went dancing at Tracks.
Camped near Glenwood Canyon, and hiked to Hanging Lake.
Wandered around the forest, watching birds and marveling at the beauty of nature (that stuff never gets old).
Ate delicious Thai pizza in Breckenridge.
Made new friends and met up with old ones.
Felt peaceful, relaxed, and zen for the first time in a long time.
May 2, 2012
The Black Keys, May 1, 2012:
I’d heard good things about their live performances, and I wasn’t disappointed. Not much talking at all, no silly costumes, but solid musicianship. Dan has this awesome steampunk-y looking guitar, too.
She’s Long Gone
I Got Mine
I was a little disappointed that I seemed to be surrounded by a bunch of very tall men (FACT: the average height of a Black Keys fan in the greater Denver area is 6’5″)–until a bunch of obnoxious whippersnappers tried to push their way to the front of the crowd. Then I realized that they make great amateur bouncers.
It’s like you’re RIGHT THERE, isn’t it? Ha ha.
For the uninitiated:
March 12, 2012
my work computers are staring back at me. I’m easily amused. OR! Or. Is this a commentary on surveilance and anthropomorphism in contemporary society?
Iris paintings by Marc Quinn.
February 29, 2012
I have been known to say this from time to time.
February 9, 2012
Interesting MRI cross-sections of leg muscles:
February 7, 2012
As recorded by a nurse. From The Guardian:
1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
Food for thought.
February 5, 2012
15.9 inches of snow fell here in Denver over the past three days. It has been beautiful: gently falling snow, no wind, and very little traffic noise (on account of the fact that 3/4 of the city shut down). I grabbed my snowshoes and headed to the park; lots of other people had the same idea. Dogs were bounding around, barely visible above the snow, couples were cross-country skiing, and people gathered at bars afterwards, snowshoes in hand. I am so happy I moved here.
January 13, 2012
The New Year always lends itself to both sentimentality and the sense of a fresh start, which I love. Time to take stock, shunt all of the bad stuff, and start anew. A very dear and talented friend of mine and myself have had a trying 2011 wherein neither of us spent much time in our studios. We have declared 2012 the year of the Renaissance—want to join us? Dive in—there’s no better time to start. To a wonderful new year!
(Image by Shepard Fairey. Think he’ll sue me? No, I actually love him, litigious hypocrisy aside).