Ah, yes, once again, a first column, uh, “blog,” into the Great Void.
Being the shirker I am, I have decided to foist my initial burden on the shoulders of any potential audience.
Some fool talked me into a 340-mile road-bike ride in Utah, so I’ve been spending a good deal of time training over the last couple of weeks.
It is October, and we have just recovered the body of a young man, drowned in now-placid water. The falls are not terribly deep, but today, they prove deep enough.
I have long been skeptical of the current “alternative” building fads: mud walls, dirt-bag walls, straw walls, tire walls, compacted trash walls, ad infinitum.
I like to look at conversations in terms of the Top Five Weirdest Things being discussed at any given time.
Most people who drive out to the west end of Boulder Canyon to Castle Rock aren’t going there to climb Cussin’ Crack. Most people would rather have fun.
My life goal was to become proficient at as many leisure sports as possible and I pursued that goal with passion.
The literal meaning of the word “Nikon” is a “living moment in being-time.” It’s part of the overall process of “presenting” the truth. You don’t have to go out and get it; it comes to you.
In American culture, up is regarded as better than down. You’ve got things like the stock market and martinis to bear that out.