seasonal employee's are the university equivalent of a "lecturer"..."senior lecturer" if you've been at it a while.

...after you box em'?...

...you ship em'. that's the luck, smartass.

...the denver international airport - headquarters for the new world order? perhaps.

http://www.geocities.com/Baja/5692/

the very pants i was about to return.

…writing a web log post from the denver international airport (free wifi) because typing on a keyboard allows me to rest my hands on the typing surface thus eliminating any temptation to put my arms and hands on the gross, bacteria enveloped, synthetic blue airport furniture. how could I forget the alcohol wipes. instead of killing the 99.9% of germs on this seat, i’m absorbing them through the my one hundred percent cotton banana republic slim-fitting british khaki safari slacks. i too once had grandiose dreams that i might one day find myself penning out stories of love, deception, greed, lust, and unbridled enthusiasm in the pages of a j. Peterman (http://jpeterman.com/) catalogue…

“…she paused for a moment in thought before elegantly pursing her lips together and daintily running the scarlet colour from right to left. at that precise moment he, across the world, was readjusting the band of his father’s old patek phillipe that had been sadly parted momentarily with his wrist for inspection by the customs agent with the oddly callous demeanour. a quick glance out to the sun-bleached tarmac; dodgson was on time for once. after procuring his well-worn rucksack from the oxidized steel rollers of the antiquated x-ray device, he strolled out the door and towards the shapely man bent over the engine cavity of the olive green cessna 3130. the scent of burnt petrol perfumed the air and when dodgson acknowledged his presence by a slight turn of the head, the expression he wore was unmistakably synonymous with enough time to pour a glass of what little he had left of the bottle of 1958 glen garioch. he pulled the lever to gain entry into the cockpit and sat down with the…yada…yada…yada…the pants he was wearing were superbly comfortable”

It never would have worked out.



…time to board. (saved & posted from home.)

do you want to go in the bathroom and smoke a cigarette with me?

well hello. its been a while since i made my last post, but i suppose this is always the case. enjoy the photographs and commentary from the last few weeks.


on halloween night i went to astronomy class at an observatory, in a park. im quite certain that i saw the words "BALD ASSHOLE" scrawled across someones door in something red, perhaps sheep's blood. toilet paper had also been strewn about their yard. i remember the days when we would just toss a few bottles of green food coloring and anise extract into the pool of the person...(who thought it a good idea to pass out fruit or pennies to children on halloween)...and be done with it. then again, i think sheep's blood is probably commercially availible these days, which it was not in 1997. on the other hand just because something is "commercially availible" doesn't mean its cheap. the werewolf testicles that i purchased on ebay for halloween of 01' cost me fifty dollars a piece, and i'm pretty sure that mean old man didn't realize that he was eating real werewolf testicles, they could have been a dog's for all he knew. i think i talked about cow's blood in a post long ago; the fascination with mammalian hemoglobin continues...


the redline cup. racing with the cat three's is crosstastic. i did not finish dead last and i did not vomit...or itch for that matter. woot. i think i finished 55th out of a 76 man field. i also watched the pro race, and was situated a mere twenty feet way when mr. jeremy "love tap" powers got fresh with a barrier and she maced him in the face.


evan sandstrom and i went to a cyclocross race in the highlands ranch area that was called "on the cross" and was held at church...then evan drove me to a liquor store and bought me beer. not cheap gross beer, but classy "microbrewed" beer. this was one of my finer races of the season. almost scored the hole shot, and ended up second wheel through almost all of the first lap. i tried to keep the pace up, but ended up losing a few positions and grabbed on to the back of a chase group. fifteenth place finish. evan broke a bolt on his stem twenty-five minutes prior to the race. lame. one of the guys in the race was named jafar. sick. you win some, you loose some.


i went to see feist play at the ogden theatre and ended up having quite the lovely time. she opened with "sea lion woman", and prior to that i was not aware of her "rocking" abilities, but yes she can play, sing, wear red tights, and look pretty. my only complaint was that she played the opening riff to "lovertits" and then stopped. for the family i would like to note that the beer was not actually mine, i just borrowed it from jane for the picture.


"my moon, my man"


leslie feist.


finals weekend was every morning this weekend + monday morning at seven o'clock. yes, i know wtf. its over now and i can start manufacturing the z's at night...instead of sitting at the table in my kitchen, drinking mediocre coffee out of the french press, bitting my nails, and reading about sexual promiscuity...for anthropology.


bob mapplethorpe, potential getaway driver, go.


the quarter is now over. i pack my things tonight and take a six week holiday to the american southwest tomorrow. i was supposed to start base on the third of december, but...DECEMBER 9TH ARIZONA STATE CHAMPIONSHIP OF CYCLOCROSS! base can wait a few extra days. ill see you there...while you are there...in arizona...watching the race.



bon voyage.