“You can own it at Jaaaaaared” or “That’s Jaaaaaared”

Those Jared commercials make me cringe yet somehow I can’t get enough. What’s with jewelers having the most ridiculous commercials? There’s Jared, the “galleria of diamonds.” There’s The Shane Company. There’re others. They are all just a bunch of blood diamond selling mf’ers.

I think I’ll start blogging more cause it helps motivate me to do more interesting stuff with my life. Life’s been great lately though and T-Giving is a nice, timely way to remind yourself, “self, you got it goooood.” Shout out to my uncle Andy for our midnight game of pool/excuse to bond and help each other through life’s troubles on TG. Funny how men need a stick, a ball, or another object and a purpose/distraction to start talking about the real “ish.”

So Clare and I made it to Italy thereby taking care of one gigantic bullet item on life’s to-do list. Remarkable timing, too. As I write this Venice, specifically Piazza San Marco (probably the number 1 destination in the entire town), is neck-deep in flood water. To say it would have put a “damper” on our trip would be a gross understatement.

With “Euroland” under our belts and looking ahead to this winter I need to get some new aspirations and goals down on proverbial internet “paper”:

• start to slowly turn our apartment into a place where an adult might want to nest
• get cable TV so I can actually see my baller idols (the Nuggets) take to the court without having to sit on a lonely bar stool drinking beers I don’t really want
• start rocking the boards at the new Boulder Velodrome
• buy a track bike (Trek T1, Specialized Langster??) for said v-drome
• Make some turns on skis (nordic and alpine)
• Have success and enjoy my new-year endeavor
• ask for what I want out of the universe more often, more vocally!
• be a better boyfriend, brother, and son

Wednesday

Listening to: Fela Kuti who is the real, crazy, makes you feel nuts, schizo, chaotic, trance inducing thing.

Feeling: Like my life is a Fela Kuti song.

Going: To the Alpinist magazine film fest tonight at the Boulder Theater. I’m going to sit back with a bunch of smelly climbers, drink a cold ass beer(s), and appreciate what’s really cool about climbing – how it’s just people in nature that is WAY bigger than them. For those who don’t like actually climbing but like to look at it, like me, I think Alpinist is the perfect gateway. The magazine is published only 4 times/year but its not like some ghengis Climber magazine or whatever; the articles are often historical pieces on the evolution of climbing as well as the niche aspects, like slacklining. I don’t know; 9 times out of 10 if you’d laid out a copy of VeloNews and Alpinist I’d choose VeloNews. But the fact that I would pick up Alpinist even once says a lot about how good they portray what rock climbing is about. I’m no climber nor am I even that into it, so to get me to spend money or spend time reading about it, says something.

Thinking: I need a TB test…for reasons I can’t yet explain.

Wishing: Our Italia trip was October 16th instead of November 16th.

Hoping: For a quick, sweat filled, Fela Kuti style mountain bike ride tomorrow.