Public Transit

It was a crowded day on the ole bus this morning which allowed for a great session of people watching....one of my favorite pass times. If you ride a bus and it is crowded there is very little space that one could actually call personal space and of course this makes some people feel very uncomfortable.
The woman across the aisle from me caught my eye. She resorted to sitting next to this man, slender, not creepy from what I could tell.....basically the two best characteristics for a seat partner for the journey. But for her this was not good enough. We came to a stop and 5 or 6 people got off. She spotted an empty seat and charged for it completely neglecting to realize that often when people get off the bus people also get on.....oh and it was perfect. I see a man get on.....a huge man, I am talking a man who would normally require his own seat....I think to myself.....oh this is so good. And yes, he sits down next to her pressing her tiny frame against the inside wall of the bus. It made my morning. Is that bad? Whatever, it was great.

Thrice @ The Black Sheep

Does it get anymore romantic than getting tickets to a hardcore punk show for Valentine's Day? I would say probably not. The lady got tickets to the sold out Thrice show which took place this past weekend at The Black Sheep in Colorado Springs. I was beyond excited for it....seeing one of my favorite bands in one of the smallest venues in Colorado. My brother also managed to get a ticket to the show which took us all to the point of wow, let's see what a ridiculously good time we can have.....and of course bumped up that initial level of romanticism up a notch = sarcasm.

I love those meticulous reviews of shows from behind the soundboard....not really. The energy is never captured and the actual experience is drowned by the over analysis of some shortsighted aspect. My opinion of course nor will I attempt to produce any type of review. I will say that I have seen them four times now and they finally played Of Dust and Nations and it was everything I hoped it would be. Deadbolt and some of the new stuff off their Water cd were vicious as well. I have said this in the past but witnessing musicians playing together and achieving moments of perfection is energizing and inspiring. Maybe these images start to hint at the caliber of that energy.

Pressure - high. low, hot, cold, purple, yellow

To those from Wyoming I commend you for your accepting embrace of the wind. As for me, I am not quite as enthused. And I guess as for my "compliment" I assume it is in vain seeing as I haven't caught word of anyone from Wyoming taking interest to my writings. Regardless......well.....the thing is, during temperature changes we get some fairly ripping winds. They can always be expected but man, are they ever not welcome.

A little place called Assssspen......again

Talk about a place that seems unaffected by the said credit crunch, subprime mortgage implosion etc., etc. The lady and I had quite the ill drive through the mountains but found ourselves in Aspen for a day and a half to recreate, visit a friend and.....get away?...as if we hadn't been away for a while. Regardless, they have had soooo much snow up there so the conditions on the slopes were great. If only my body was tuned up enough to take full advantage. I guess I did take full advantage but by the end of the day my body wouldn't quite pull off the moves my mind had planned for it......this is when things start to get dangerous. It was a great time though....in fact, my first time out on the slopes this year. What? Yes, it is a shame but indeed the truth. But yes, I came out of it all unscathed. Oh and Jeff Gordon, your energy drink is weak. I tried it on the drive home hoping it would enable me to do battle with the icy roads ahead.....and it was nasty. So once again I plug Go Fast....the underrated yet best late night driving beverage.

Final Architecture Semester

This is the last semester of architecture school I have before my Master's. I still have a bit of work for my MBA but progress is evident and an end is in sight. This semester I am working on a team that is designing and building a shade structure for a fairly controversial, yet sacred, yet somewhat barren site. This is the site of the Sand Creek Massacre. In brief, settlers massacred a camp of Native American men, women and children who were in the progress of moving off land that was initially given to them but later taken. I do not claim to be knowledgeable on the subject beyond the several documents that I have read but a reading of those documents is quite a sobering thing. What is nice is that the site has been recently established as a National Historic Site by the National Park Service and will be maintained as well as receive a bit of funding.