Last night, I found myself sitting in a meeting room among a group of people with whom I was employed, but that I do not actually know. The meeting table was an ovular streamlined design, the walls half cherry wood, half exposed brick. It was at once professional, and artsy. We were, from what I gathered,…
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Voodoo Jar, Part 1
In the interests of pushing our energies toward a successful facilitation of The Move, we have started making a Voodoo jar for that purpose. I call it a “Voodoo Jar” but it would fall more into the category of a “Witch Jar” or hoodoo, or your basic variety of root magic. The Witch Jar, or…
Toby
Awz. You turn 12 today. Happy birthday, my sweet-face grumpy ol’ man pup! Love you, buddy. Lessgo pee on stuff in the park!
Poets Row
Eleven days ago or so, I proclaimed that I would soon purposefully reroute myself during one of my many roamings in order to walk up Sherman St. The purpose of this was to revisit Poets Row and the Arkhamesque-looking apartment building. True to my word, I actually did, not too long after I said I…
Snapshots of Normal
The Everyday. Everyone has this, the everyday. Those routines they follow, those things they do, what they walk past, what they see…those elements of every single day that become so commonplace that they scarcely get noticed after a while. I had already been thinking, lately, of the Everyday, but now that J has an interview coming…
Staring Down, Missing Up
I shuffled along the sidewalk yesterday, early on a bitter-cold winter morning, eagerly seeking the sanctuary of dry stretches of sidewalk. On the dry stretches, I lifted my head and stared around and breathed in the crisp air (which resulted in a frozen nose), but more often I found myself tiptoeing along through those slick…
Monkey Squirrels and Flying Cars
This just in! Fowl Squirrel Strikes Again! Except this morning, instead of being a majestic bird, he was a monkey instead. No joke – the little guy was swinging in the tree branches. I had my own miniature, one-squirrel, circus this morning. Oddly enough, after my avian disappointment yesterday morning, I actually did see a…
A Sashless Belt; New Horizons
This past Saturday, February 4, 2012, at approximately 6:00 p.m., I became a retired member of the fleet of the Rogues of Colorado. I will admit to a remaining sense of shell-shocked-ness, still, as it has not quite sunk in all the way yet. Once my name goes black, on the forums, I’m sure it…
Walking in a Winter Wasteland
I am, at present, barricaded in my office. Outside my window is a world of freeze and white moosh, the skies a bleak grey-white speared through with spindly tree branches. It is cold out, and the snow is still coming down. It astonished me to see that the Denver Winter Storm was not only a local…
Follow Your Crazy 