Today I went to an art festival and there was an outdoor display of Romero Britto, a Brazilian artist who designs family-friendly cartoony statues in vibrant colors. His art feels like a melting pot of James Rizzi, Peter Max, Andy Warhol, Keith Haring and Craig McCraken (of the powerpuff girls) Each piece is about 5 foot by 5 foot. It's hard to pick a favorite, but maybe mine's Squeki, the cat.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
OW, MY #$%&*@! BUTT
Those of you who know me well will never believe this, so I had to take a picture. I biked 29 miles round trip today for Colorado's Bike to Work Day with two very patient guys I work with, Larry and Mark. And it was 93 degrees out.
I don't even OWN a bike and I'm relatively sure the last time I biked anything near that far was in third or fifth grade, so this was a BIT of a stretch for me, but I'm glad I gave it a shot...and stuck with it.
Tomorrow, probably not gonna be so glad. It's safe to say from mile 22 onward all I could feel was my pubic bone. TMI, sorry, but that bike seat feels like hard concrete!
Tonight I was so grateful that we have a hot tub in our neighborhood but unfortunately the second I stepped in, thunderstorms ensued directly overhead - and it's an open-air hot tub. Within minutes, a tree had been struck by lightning 10 feet away from me, no exaggeration.
My neighbor half-laughingly, half-dead serious shouted "time to come inside!" Meanwhile poor Derby had closed himself in the bathroom out of panic. I've trained him well to prepare for a natural disaster, apparently.
If that's not enough, read this hysterical unrelated story in the Denver Post today about strippers and children on a golf course together that is also too great to be true. The quotes by the manager are my favorite. I wonder if she still has her job today.
I don't even OWN a bike and I'm relatively sure the last time I biked anything near that far was in third or fifth grade, so this was a BIT of a stretch for me, but I'm glad I gave it a shot...and stuck with it.
Tomorrow, probably not gonna be so glad. It's safe to say from mile 22 onward all I could feel was my pubic bone. TMI, sorry, but that bike seat feels like hard concrete!
Tonight I was so grateful that we have a hot tub in our neighborhood but unfortunately the second I stepped in, thunderstorms ensued directly overhead - and it's an open-air hot tub. Within minutes, a tree had been struck by lightning 10 feet away from me, no exaggeration.
My neighbor half-laughingly, half-dead serious shouted "time to come inside!" Meanwhile poor Derby had closed himself in the bathroom out of panic. I've trained him well to prepare for a natural disaster, apparently.
If that's not enough, read this hysterical unrelated story in the Denver Post today about strippers and children on a golf course together that is also too great to be true. The quotes by the manager are my favorite. I wonder if she still has her job today.
Monday, June 23, 2008
please do not play in the boas
I was just updating some photos on picasa from my last trip to Austin and I came across this sign which immediately sent me into hysterics when I saw it in a drag queen costume store - it's like the sign was written JUST FOR ME.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
crazy bout santogold
I think my utmost musical has dream come true - it must be - Gwen Stefani and Cyndi Lauper had a love child and her name is Santogold. love 'er.
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