I come from the land of ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow!
It's nice when the Gods answer your questions promptly and with authority. Just the other day I asked, "Do they ever close ski areas because of bad weather?" It seemed like a blizzard would be the best possible time for a ski area to be open, right? Well it turns out that extremely high winds put a lot of strain on the lift chairs. When Breckenridge experienced sustained winds of 50 mph, they closed down the resort. Wild, huh? Now I know. My next question for the Gods:
"Do I still keep my job after winning 110 million dollars?"
Friday, December 17, 2004
There's a somewhat ominous eatery across the street from my office simply called "Food". I hadn't been to Food before, though it peaked my curiosity. Glowing like a red neon beacon, what is this Food all about? Fine dining? Imported goat-based entrees? How does Food stay in business? Is there a Food co-ed softball team?These mysteries must be solved!
I finally mustered the courage to go over there (at the behest of Gina) and got to live the Food experience. It turns out Food is essentially a soup-nazi style deli run by an acerbic Packers fan. Well, he looks like a Packers fan, though he could represent any of the upper-mid west's portly, mustachioed, mayonnaise enthusiasts. Oddly, his overbearing presence is like a breath of fresh air in the genteel, overly sensitive Boulder service industry. Actually, it was more like a blast of urine-scented air emerging from a subway tunnel, only minus the urban charm.
Nonetheless, the food at Food was quite good deli fare, though a bit pricey. I got a thick ol' roast beef sandwich (perhaps my masculinity felt threatened?) and a cup of cheddar broccoli soup. T'was good eating and I can honestly say that's the best Food I've ever had. I'll probably have Food again sometime, though I hear they might be opening an Eat down the street soon, right next to Gas.
When my cousin David was born! Happy 16th birthday, Dave! May you enter the world of automobiles without fear (unlike your brother)! Also, should you make your birthday wish to finally beat me in Double Dash please note, all the wishin' in the world can't help you on that one! Heh (gotta talk a little trash)!
See you and the rest of the fam in a few weeks!
So, just to clarify: When broadcasters constantly refer to a wide receiver -- oh, say, a guy like Tennessee's Drew Bennett -- as possessing "deceptive speed," aren't they just saying that he's white?
I finally mustered the courage to go over there (at the behest of Gina) and got to live the Food experience. It turns out Food is essentially a soup-nazi style deli run by an acerbic Packers fan. Well, he looks like a Packers fan, though he could represent any of the upper-mid west's portly, mustachioed, mayonnaise enthusiasts. Oddly, his overbearing presence is like a breath of fresh air in the genteel, overly sensitive Boulder service industry. Actually, it was more like a blast of urine-scented air emerging from a subway tunnel, only minus the urban charm.
Nonetheless, the food at Food was quite good deli fare, though a bit pricey. I got a thick ol' roast beef sandwich (perhaps my masculinity felt threatened?) and a cup of cheddar broccoli soup. T'was good eating and I can honestly say that's the best Food I've ever had. I'll probably have Food again sometime, though I hear they might be opening an Eat down the street soon, right next to Gas.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
When my cousin David was born! Happy 16th birthday, Dave! May you enter the world of automobiles without fear (unlike your brother)! Also, should you make your birthday wish to finally beat me in Double Dash please note, all the wishin' in the world can't help you on that one! Heh (gotta talk a little trash)!
See you and the rest of the fam in a few weeks!
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
So, just to clarify: When broadcasters constantly refer to a wide receiver -- oh, say, a guy like Tennessee's Drew Bennett -- as possessing "deceptive speed," aren't they just saying that he's white?
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
I haven't bought soap in two years.
No, I haven't gone "totally Boulder" and replaced normal hygiene products with pachouli oil. After the 2002 Muddy Buddy, I scored (IE walked away with) a full box of soap, compliments of Old Spice. There were 48 bars in the box plus another dozen or so stuffed in my pockets. As of Dec 14, 2004 the box still has about 20 bars left. This may be the best investment I've made in a long time. Soap doesn't go bad so who knows, I might be washin' up with these bars for another 2 years.
This is getting me in mindset of saving money. I figure 60 bars of soap x $2.30 a bar and I've saved $138! And all I had to do wasstealrun a mini-adventure race! So what else should I add to the list of "things you should never buy, cause you can probably get them free"? Mint candies? Straws? Pens? Car radios?
No, I haven't gone "totally Boulder" and replaced normal hygiene products with pachouli oil. After the 2002 Muddy Buddy, I scored (IE walked away with) a full box of soap, compliments of Old Spice. There were 48 bars in the box plus another dozen or so stuffed in my pockets. As of Dec 14, 2004 the box still has about 20 bars left. This may be the best investment I've made in a long time. Soap doesn't go bad so who knows, I might be washin' up with these bars for another 2 years.
This is getting me in mindset of saving money. I figure 60 bars of soap x $2.30 a bar and I've saved $138! And all I had to do was
Monday, December 13, 2004
I had a snowboarding spill on par with the classic "Agony of Defeat" guy from ABC's Wide World of Sports. It was one of those occasions where you wish someone had videotaped it for you for later viewing.
Essentially, I was riding faster than I should have on big, fluffy moguls when I got popped up backwards and downhill. I landed on my neck and head, watched my snowboard flip over me two times (enjoying the transition from blue sky to white snow as I flopped around) and somehow ended up standing on my board, albeit a bit disheveled. As far as I can tell I did no permanent damage, though I've had a strange craving for garlic pickles immediately following the spill.
Yes, I had a helmet on by the way, so my tender brain was only banged around within its own sebaceous fluids, not against the ground.
Essentially, I was riding faster than I should have on big, fluffy moguls when I got popped up backwards and downhill. I landed on my neck and head, watched my snowboard flip over me two times (enjoying the transition from blue sky to white snow as I flopped around) and somehow ended up standing on my board, albeit a bit disheveled. As far as I can tell I did no permanent damage, though I've had a strange craving for garlic pickles immediately following the spill.
Yes, I had a helmet on by the way, so my tender brain was only banged around within its own sebaceous fluids, not against the ground.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Tired...wrote one long article...one more to go...must stay awake. Must not succumb to gently shutting eyelids and drifting off to warm meadows of soft grass, clear cool streams, kittens and butterflies, sunshine anduh wu wuh ZZzzzzzzz
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Here's some great articles by the elder Whittle, Pat. He recently got to write these pieces not only for his local paper but also the Boston Freakin' Globe! Way to go Pat, keep up the good work, and much like Simply the Best Carl Gold, never throw cans of Simply Soda when Marist Security is near!
SOX RETURN TO SOUTHERN HOME
By PATRICK WHITTLE
patrick.whittle@heraldtribune.com
FORT MYERS -- If Babe Ruth's ghost winters in Florida, Monday was a bleak day in a forgettable year.
For about 3,000 fans of baseball's Boston Red Sox, it was a day to celebrate the end of 86 years of torment by the Bambino's specter.
The world champion Red Sox, World Series trophy in hand, hosted a victory rally at their spring training complex at City of Palms Park in Fort Myers on Monday.
As all Red Sox fans know, baseball mythologists once held that the team cursed itself to never again win the World Series when then-owner Harry Frazee sold Ruth to the arch-rival New York Yankees before the 1920 season.
Red Sox fans in Boston, Florida and around the country rejoiced when the Sox put the Babe to bed forever with a victory over the St. Louis Cardinals in October's Fall Classic, the team's first championship since 1918.
Still, Lehigh Acres Sox fan Walter Sturgeon, 38, speculated that Ruth, who died in 1948, would have been in good spirits at the rally.
"He's gotta feel good for them. I don't think there was anything personal, just a business decision," Sturgeon said. "New York was more a party town, too, for him."
Red Sox broadcaster and former second baseman Jerry Remy emceed the rally. Melbourne's Tim Wakefield, the veteran Sox knuckle-baller who surrendered a series-losing home run in the 2003 playoffs, also made an appearance.
Wakefield made amends in this year's playoffs with a win over the Yankees in Game 5 of the American League Championship Series, part of a dramatic come-from-behind series victory for the Sox.
"To be able to come back and beat them the way we did was even more special," Wakefield said.
On Monday, the Red Sox treated the fans to fireworks, speeches from Lee County officials and Sox brass and highlights from the 2004 season shown on a big screen in center field. Fans bought shirts emblazoned with slogans like "From cursed to first," "The drought is over, let the reign begin," and simply "Finally."
The only other player to make an appearance was relief pitcher Mike Timlin, who called the fans "the 26th man."
Fort Myers resident Derek Lowe, whose contract with the team ran out at the end of the season, did not attend.
Remy told the audience that the City of Palms played a role in reversing the curse. Before the start of the 2004 playoffs, Red Sox officials sprinkled dirt from Fort Myers on the field at Boston's Fenway Park for good luck, he said.
Every team that has played its spring training games in Lee County has gone on to win the World Series, Remy said.
"Up North, we like to call this Red Sox Nation South," he said. "Today is the day when the journey returns to where this magical run began."
Les Newton, 81, of Bonita Springs and Holyoke, Mass., was one of many New England snowbirds in the audience. Newton, who began following the team in the 1930s, said he was glad to see them finally win one -- especially after beating the Yankees, baseball's all-time winningest franchise.
"I was starting to worry that they weren't gonna do it in my lifetime," Newton said. "I don't know if I'm more of a Red Sox fan or anti-Yankee."
Monday's rally, which began with cars parking three hours before the 6 p.m. start, was the latest in a string of Sox celebrations.
More than 3 million people attended a "rolling rally" parade for the world champions in Boston on Oct. 30.
More than 2,000 celebrated with pitcher Bronson Arroyo, a Hernando County resident, on the steps of the Rhode Island statehouse in Providence on Nov. 11.
Another 4,000 came to see backup third baseman Kevin Youkilis and Sox brass hoist the World Series trophy at rallies in the Connecticut cities of New Haven and Hartford on Nov. 17.
An estimated 4,000 fans turned out to a chilly Red Sox rally in Manchester, N.H., on Nov. 30. Fire-balling relief pitcher Alan Embree led that rally.
The World Series trophy has made about 100 appearances and will make 400 more before the end of 2005, said Red Sox Chief Operating Officer Mike Dee.
Monday's rally was the first in a series of Sox events in Fort Myers this week. On Friday, fans will be able to take five batting practice swings at City of Palms Park for $5.
Estero Sox fan Larry Scott said he plans on taking the five swings. Scott, a Rhode Island native who went to his first game at Boston's Fenway Park in 1987, said it's going to be a week Sox fans will remember.
"I've only been alive for 26 years, but I've waited all my life to do this," Scott said.
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Victory tour hits Florida
By Patrick Whittle, Globe Correspondent | December 7, 2004
FORT MYERS, Fla. -- About 3,000 Floridian Red Sox fans joined Tim Wakefield and Mike Timlin at the team's spring training complex last night to celebrate the 2004 World Series championship.
The fans heard speeches from Timlin and Wakefield, who walked the bases at City of Palms Park with the World Series trophy, and watched fireworks and highlights from the 2004 season.
Red Sox broadcaster Jerry Remy, who emceed the rally, told the crowd that the Red Sox sprinkled dirt from City of Palms Park on the Fenway Park field before the start of the playoffs for good luck. Every team that has played its spring training games in Lee County has gone on to win the World Series, he said.
"Up north we like to call this `Red Sox Nation South,' " he said. "Today is the day when the journey returns to where this magical run began."
The rally was the latest stop for the World Series trophy. Red Sox chief operating officer Mike Dee said the trophy has appeared at about 100 events, and will go to 400 more before the end of 2005.
© Copyright 2004 Globe Newspaper Company.
SOX RETURN TO SOUTHERN HOME
By PATRICK WHITTLE
patrick.whittle@heraldtribune.com
FORT MYERS -- If Babe Ruth's ghost winters in Florida, Monday was a bleak day in a forgettable year.
For about 3,000 fans of baseball's Boston Red Sox, it was a day to celebrate the end of 86 years of torment by the Bambino's specter.
The world champion Red Sox, World Series trophy in hand, hosted a victory rally at their spring training complex at City of Palms Park in Fort Myers on Monday.
As all Red Sox fans know, baseball mythologists once held that the team cursed itself to never again win the World Series when then-owner Harry Frazee sold Ruth to the arch-rival New York Yankees before the 1920 season.
Red Sox fans in Boston, Florida and around the country rejoiced when the Sox put the Babe to bed forever with a victory over the St. Louis Cardinals in October's Fall Classic, the team's first championship since 1918.
Still, Lehigh Acres Sox fan Walter Sturgeon, 38, speculated that Ruth, who died in 1948, would have been in good spirits at the rally.
"He's gotta feel good for them. I don't think there was anything personal, just a business decision," Sturgeon said. "New York was more a party town, too, for him."
Red Sox broadcaster and former second baseman Jerry Remy emceed the rally. Melbourne's Tim Wakefield, the veteran Sox knuckle-baller who surrendered a series-losing home run in the 2003 playoffs, also made an appearance.
Wakefield made amends in this year's playoffs with a win over the Yankees in Game 5 of the American League Championship Series, part of a dramatic come-from-behind series victory for the Sox.
"To be able to come back and beat them the way we did was even more special," Wakefield said.
On Monday, the Red Sox treated the fans to fireworks, speeches from Lee County officials and Sox brass and highlights from the 2004 season shown on a big screen in center field. Fans bought shirts emblazoned with slogans like "From cursed to first," "The drought is over, let the reign begin," and simply "Finally."
The only other player to make an appearance was relief pitcher Mike Timlin, who called the fans "the 26th man."
Fort Myers resident Derek Lowe, whose contract with the team ran out at the end of the season, did not attend.
Remy told the audience that the City of Palms played a role in reversing the curse. Before the start of the 2004 playoffs, Red Sox officials sprinkled dirt from Fort Myers on the field at Boston's Fenway Park for good luck, he said.
Every team that has played its spring training games in Lee County has gone on to win the World Series, Remy said.
"Up North, we like to call this Red Sox Nation South," he said. "Today is the day when the journey returns to where this magical run began."
Les Newton, 81, of Bonita Springs and Holyoke, Mass., was one of many New England snowbirds in the audience. Newton, who began following the team in the 1930s, said he was glad to see them finally win one -- especially after beating the Yankees, baseball's all-time winningest franchise.
"I was starting to worry that they weren't gonna do it in my lifetime," Newton said. "I don't know if I'm more of a Red Sox fan or anti-Yankee."
Monday's rally, which began with cars parking three hours before the 6 p.m. start, was the latest in a string of Sox celebrations.
More than 3 million people attended a "rolling rally" parade for the world champions in Boston on Oct. 30.
More than 2,000 celebrated with pitcher Bronson Arroyo, a Hernando County resident, on the steps of the Rhode Island statehouse in Providence on Nov. 11.
Another 4,000 came to see backup third baseman Kevin Youkilis and Sox brass hoist the World Series trophy at rallies in the Connecticut cities of New Haven and Hartford on Nov. 17.
An estimated 4,000 fans turned out to a chilly Red Sox rally in Manchester, N.H., on Nov. 30. Fire-balling relief pitcher Alan Embree led that rally.
The World Series trophy has made about 100 appearances and will make 400 more before the end of 2005, said Red Sox Chief Operating Officer Mike Dee.
Monday's rally was the first in a series of Sox events in Fort Myers this week. On Friday, fans will be able to take five batting practice swings at City of Palms Park for $5.
Estero Sox fan Larry Scott said he plans on taking the five swings. Scott, a Rhode Island native who went to his first game at Boston's Fenway Park in 1987, said it's going to be a week Sox fans will remember.
"I've only been alive for 26 years, but I've waited all my life to do this," Scott said.
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Victory tour hits Florida
By Patrick Whittle, Globe Correspondent | December 7, 2004
FORT MYERS, Fla. -- About 3,000 Floridian Red Sox fans joined Tim Wakefield and Mike Timlin at the team's spring training complex last night to celebrate the 2004 World Series championship.
The fans heard speeches from Timlin and Wakefield, who walked the bases at City of Palms Park with the World Series trophy, and watched fireworks and highlights from the 2004 season.
Red Sox broadcaster Jerry Remy, who emceed the rally, told the crowd that the Red Sox sprinkled dirt from City of Palms Park on the Fenway Park field before the start of the playoffs for good luck. Every team that has played its spring training games in Lee County has gone on to win the World Series, he said.
"Up north we like to call this `Red Sox Nation South,' " he said. "Today is the day when the journey returns to where this magical run began."
The rally was the latest stop for the World Series trophy. Red Sox chief operating officer Mike Dee said the trophy has appeared at about 100 events, and will go to 400 more before the end of 2005.
© Copyright 2004 Globe Newspaper Company.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Today is a good day for pizza. Too bad the wimpy pizza places don't open until 10 AM. Don't they realize the $8.67 revenue they lose by having such unamenable hours?
Surprisingly, I'm only mildly sore this morning. Sheila and I decided to hike Mount Sanitas last night and even though it was only 5:45 PM when we left, it was pitch dark. Naturally, in these conditions we thought it best to not bring any headlamps, though we did have a tiny flashlight.
For those who don't know, Mount Sanitas is a nice hike right in town that is relatively steep (goes from 5300 ft to 6870 at the summit in 1.3 miles). It has strategically placed patches of ice, usually around jagged rocks, giving us plenty of chances to wipe out in the dark. Using our superiorluck navigational skills, we ascended without incident. It was on the way down that gravity decided to toy around with us a little bit. I took the first big spill on a section that didn't even have any ice. Sheila took the more dramatic second spill, careening down an icy, rocky staircase. In going to see if she was alright, I wiped out on the exact same obstacle and joined her on the ground. My fall was more impressive because I threw the water bottle I was holding a good 20 feet (I do this fairly regularly when I crash).
Luckily, we didn't need a helicopter rescue this time around. Outside of a few stumbles, the rest of the descent was without incident and any broken bones went unnoticed.
I did almost have a gratuitous spill trying to hand Sheila the keys in the parking lot.
I find it best to layer bruises, adding the ones from this foray to the ones I acquired snowboarding on Saturday. It makes for a nice, mellow shade of blackish-purple, highlighted by lightning bolts of damaged veins and blood vessels. Sheila opted for the more hip and stylish elbow knot, a gnarled lump of contusion giving additional pointyness to a joint that already extends 90+ degrees.
Come to think it of, I don't know why Colorado's official colors are green and white. They should be black and blue, like the Rockies' uniforms!
Surprisingly, I'm only mildly sore this morning. Sheila and I decided to hike Mount Sanitas last night and even though it was only 5:45 PM when we left, it was pitch dark. Naturally, in these conditions we thought it best to not bring any headlamps, though we did have a tiny flashlight.
For those who don't know, Mount Sanitas is a nice hike right in town that is relatively steep (goes from 5300 ft to 6870 at the summit in 1.3 miles). It has strategically placed patches of ice, usually around jagged rocks, giving us plenty of chances to wipe out in the dark. Using our superior
Luckily, we didn't need a helicopter rescue this time around. Outside of a few stumbles, the rest of the descent was without incident and any broken bones went unnoticed.
I did almost have a gratuitous spill trying to hand Sheila the keys in the parking lot.
I find it best to layer bruises, adding the ones from this foray to the ones I acquired snowboarding on Saturday. It makes for a nice, mellow shade of blackish-purple, highlighted by lightning bolts of damaged veins and blood vessels. Sheila opted for the more hip and stylish elbow knot, a gnarled lump of contusion giving additional pointyness to a joint that already extends 90+ degrees.
Come to think it of, I don't know why Colorado's official colors are green and white. They should be black and blue, like the Rockies' uniforms!
Monday, December 06, 2004
This was a good weekend. I got to catch up with Karina, my dear old friend from Marist whom I'd not seen in 6 years. A lot has happened in that span but it was still very easy and nautral to reconnect with her. It's nice to know there are people out there outside the conventional boundaries of time. We are fundamentally the same people we were, just wiser, stronger, and hopefully a little better.
Karina, I, and her friend from CT Toni drove up to Breckenridge for a day on the slopes. Even though we got to our lodge at 3 AM, we were up at 7:30 AM and ready to go. I snowboarded all day and I can feel myself getting better with each outing. I fell more because I was trying new things so the bones got a little rattled. Overall, twas a good time and beautiful weather.
Today I got two filling in my cracked teeth, the first fillings I've ever had! And it wasn't even from cavities! As a result I feel sluggish and a bit tender in the teeth. Hopefully I'll catch up on sweet, sweet sleep.
Karina, I, and her friend from CT Toni drove up to Breckenridge for a day on the slopes. Even though we got to our lodge at 3 AM, we were up at 7:30 AM and ready to go. I snowboarded all day and I can feel myself getting better with each outing. I fell more because I was trying new things so the bones got a little rattled. Overall, twas a good time and beautiful weather.
Today I got two filling in my cracked teeth, the first fillings I've ever had! And it wasn't even from cavities! As a result I feel sluggish and a bit tender in the teeth. Hopefully I'll catch up on sweet, sweet sleep.
Friday, December 03, 2004
It's been a while since I've been able to be a boon to justice and equality. This morning I was able to give to one what was rightfully theirs, a little gift of sharing I like to call three seconds of love.
Coming into work, I drive down route 36 and turn left onto Rt 119; they are both major roads here in Boulder. As I got into the left hand turn lane, the arrow went from yellow to red and was replaced by a regular green light. This is a tough turn to make and more often than not, it's best to wait for the next green arrow. Add to that, there was a big SUV coming the opposite way making his own left turn so there was no way (in my Honda Accord) I could see around him to gauge if there's any oncoming traffic.
As the green light turns yellow, I hear a honking behind me. It's one of those instances where you don't even realize the honking is meant for you and since I certainly wasn't going to risk my life taking a blind left hand turn into oncoming traffic, I shrugged it off. The light turned red and there was more honking. Looking in my rearview mirror I see the flailing arms and twisted of face of an apparently angry driver whose gender I could not discern. Ah, I know you! It's my old idiot driving friend, Ms. Twisted and Hideous.
One more honk (after being at the red light now for a few seconds) and I realized this wonderful person has just earned my three seconds of love! What do I always say? "I return your hate with love!" This was in fact my act of random kindness AND senseless beauty.
I roll down my window in preparation of the green arrow. The beautiful act that was to come was even more special, since there was no one behind my horn-prone friend and the love would be all hers.
I set my watch timer to "0".
The arrow turns green and I slowly put my left hand out the window and using my fingers, slowly count off three seconds for my new friend. I tap my brake lights "one....two....three" for her as well, just to know we shouldn't rush things in this precious life.
In my rearview mirror, it's an awesome show. The "lady" is now honking like mad, her mouth jabbering like an auctioneer, her face a twisted crimson, and a bulbous network of veins has erupted from her pink forehead to her flubbering turkey neck. After three, I slowly bring my hand inside the window and gingerly engage the car into first gear and make the turn.
By now, my friend is in apocalypse mode, muttering a wonderful soliloquy that she doesn't seem to realize I can't hear. I pretend she is singing opera and decide to sing along! Oh, we have fun on this little commute!
Of course, she steams into the left hand lane and passes, not even looking at me to thank me for my generous gift of my time to her: three seconds to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Boulder on a crystal clear, sunny morning.
I know, I know, maybe I'm too generous with my love, but sharing IS caring, you know? I certainly felt better giving someone who truly deserved it a little bit of my time and love.
I bet her day just got better from here! And, for some reason, I'm in the mood for turkey!
Coming into work, I drive down route 36 and turn left onto Rt 119; they are both major roads here in Boulder. As I got into the left hand turn lane, the arrow went from yellow to red and was replaced by a regular green light. This is a tough turn to make and more often than not, it's best to wait for the next green arrow. Add to that, there was a big SUV coming the opposite way making his own left turn so there was no way (in my Honda Accord) I could see around him to gauge if there's any oncoming traffic.
As the green light turns yellow, I hear a honking behind me. It's one of those instances where you don't even realize the honking is meant for you and since I certainly wasn't going to risk my life taking a blind left hand turn into oncoming traffic, I shrugged it off. The light turned red and there was more honking. Looking in my rearview mirror I see the flailing arms and twisted of face of an apparently angry driver whose gender I could not discern. Ah, I know you! It's my old idiot driving friend, Ms. Twisted and Hideous.
One more honk (after being at the red light now for a few seconds) and I realized this wonderful person has just earned my three seconds of love! What do I always say? "I return your hate with love!" This was in fact my act of random kindness AND senseless beauty.
I roll down my window in preparation of the green arrow. The beautiful act that was to come was even more special, since there was no one behind my horn-prone friend and the love would be all hers.
I set my watch timer to "0".
The arrow turns green and I slowly put my left hand out the window and using my fingers, slowly count off three seconds for my new friend. I tap my brake lights "one....two....three" for her as well, just to know we shouldn't rush things in this precious life.
In my rearview mirror, it's an awesome show. The "lady" is now honking like mad, her mouth jabbering like an auctioneer, her face a twisted crimson, and a bulbous network of veins has erupted from her pink forehead to her flubbering turkey neck. After three, I slowly bring my hand inside the window and gingerly engage the car into first gear and make the turn.
By now, my friend is in apocalypse mode, muttering a wonderful soliloquy that she doesn't seem to realize I can't hear. I pretend she is singing opera and decide to sing along! Oh, we have fun on this little commute!
Of course, she steams into the left hand lane and passes, not even looking at me to thank me for my generous gift of my time to her: three seconds to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Boulder on a crystal clear, sunny morning.
I know, I know, maybe I'm too generous with my love, but sharing IS caring, you know? I certainly felt better giving someone who truly deserved it a little bit of my time and love.
I bet her day just got better from here! And, for some reason, I'm in the mood for turkey!
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Haha! What a catchy song!
Feel free to add on. I haven't given these as much thought as I would have liked, but here's my go at it:
10.An obvious one: the crack of the bat (wood only)
9.The banging cacaphony of suspension and metal of a speedy downhill mountain biker
8.The cutting of ski/snowboard edges in hard snow
7.One timer slap shots from the blue line
6.The echo of surf in your ears while you body surf
5.The swish of nothing-but-net three pointers
4.Crashing of the boards when a goon levels someone 100 pounds lighter into the walls
3.From skateboarding to dog frisbee catching, the silence of being airborne
2.The resounding twang of a playground kickball
1.The crack of the catcher's mitt when the pitcher is really throwin'
10.An obvious one: the crack of the bat (wood only)
9.The banging cacaphony of suspension and metal of a speedy downhill mountain biker
8.The cutting of ski/snowboard edges in hard snow
7.One timer slap shots from the blue line
6.The echo of surf in your ears while you body surf
5.The swish of nothing-but-net three pointers
4.Crashing of the boards when a goon levels someone 100 pounds lighter into the walls
3.From skateboarding to dog frisbee catching, the silence of being airborne
2.The resounding twang of a playground kickball
1.The crack of the catcher's mitt when the pitcher is really throwin'
