Déjà vu

Similarly to two years ago on New Years, I am once again stuck in the snowy blizzard that is Colorado in the winter. In an effort to make it home a day early for Harvest Moon BWB and I left Denver at 7am yesterday, but only made it 88 miles east to Limon before the roads were closed due to "Adverse Conditions." To be honest the snow cops were right to close it down because the winds were gusting up to 43mph with whiteout conditions. But now, the roads are clear! The sun is out! The wind has stopped! But we are still stuck here in Limon with the threat of several more hours before roads are supposed to open. Puleeeeez.

On Wednesdays I tutor a 14 year old boy that some might say I have about as much in common with as a flower pot. Until now. After explaining that he couldn't have a job yet because he was too young, he went on to mention this:

"If I had any money anyhow, I would just spend it all on fireworks. I love fireworks. $3,000? I'd spend it on fireworks."
-Dillon

I. Love. Arkansas.

Yesterday Brandon, Ben and I went for a nice day hike out and around Bowers Hallow Waterfall(pictured below). The day was a cloudy gorgeous 58 degrees or so, making for perfect hiking conditions and excellent lighting for photo taking. I would recommend checking out more of the photos from the trip here. 

From the archives

This made me laugh because if you're a catholic or used to be a catholic you know it's true. The situation is Holden Caulfield is talking to some nuns. 

"I'd have enjoyed it more though, I think, if I hadn't been sort of afraid, the whole time I was talking to them, that they'd all of the sudden try to find out if I was a Catholic. Catholics are always trying to find out if you're a Catholic."

-J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

I guess I can't stop myself, here I am blogging again.

This is simply a quote I liked from a book I read quite a while back that I have even posted about previously. 

"That was the funny thing about a dictatorship: it was great for culture. If there was one sure way Pinochet could support poetry, it was by staging a military coup, shooting a bunch of people, or tossing some tear gas around once in a while. Literature became not a pointless abstraction, but a pointed one. The history books were empty but the poets spoke volumes."

-Patrick Symmes from Chasing Che

This one's for my lava lamp(and Rbill)

On Saturday morning as I was heading out the door for work, I noticed a chill in the air and so grabbed a jacket from my coat rack. This would have been nothing to note had I then not heard a rather loud thump followed by a heavy glug glug glug. Yes, the jacket I grabbed caught hold of my lava lamp sitting on the desk below it and pulled the ancient artifact onto the floor. The cap had somehow lost it's top in the oddest of ways and the innards began pouring out.  So, with 2 minutes at my disposal to leave the house before I would be late for work, I hurriedly soaked up two old t-shirts worth of the dull blue yet somehow glowing liquid, set a fan in front of it and made sure my pets were outside before jetting off. Seeing as I received this blue lava lamp with a gold base for my 8th birthday, the thing was only 14 days shy of seeing it's own 16th birthday. Now all that's left of this childhood favorite toy is a very large and very odd blue stain in the guest bedroom.