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April 30, 2007
Mission Statement (aka What to Say Next Time Someone Asks You What the H I'm Doing in Denver)
The Scarlet Conservatory, LLC will be a retail home design and accessories store with an on-site art/photography gallery. Its product line will skew towards small-scale manufacturers and designers with a strong emphasis on unique, artisan-crafted goods. Although merchandise will include large furniture pieces, the majority of the store will be filled with "cash and carry" pieces for discriminating, sophisticated buyers. Price points will likely range from $50 - $500.
Everything in the store, including display models, will be for sale. Additional revenue may be generated via consignment pieces, as warranted.
That's it.
I'm off to Target.
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Three-Hour Tour of Duty
I am embarking on a new mission this week: to spend at least three hours a day working on my business. I know, I know...way to aim for the stars, Briggs. 'tevs. I've got stuff to DO...'cluding Americanos to guzzle and pooches to nuzzle. As such, posting will be lightish. In my absentia, etertain your brain with the photography of Denis Darzacq - a French artiste who takes snaps of falling teenagers. Pretty spectacular stuff, mon amis!
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April 27, 2007
Y'all Be Honest Now...
Is it just me or is Britney Spears getting all kinds of J.T. Leroy these days?
Exhibit A (Defendant Spears):
Exhibit B (Plaintiff Leroy):
Case closed. Mystery solved.
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Oh! Rimshot!
Look for the Massachusetts shout-OH(ut) around second 36...
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April 26, 2007
Brushed by the Feathery Fame Feather (Once Again)
So odd to open up a Denver Post review of a local joint and find, instead, a little vignette about the exploits of friend to the bars and logo designer to the TSC, Brooklyn's own Aaron Lazar.
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Breathtaking New Addition to the Holy Crap File
Now those are some hot trousers.
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Five Word Movie Review Thursday
The Namesake: Totally quality; pass the samosas.
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Los Realizaciones
UNO: Aside from agreeing to go to an Avs game with a (relative) stranger back in February, getting a dog was the best decision I've made all year.
DUO: Dogs shed like a bitch come springtime. Chreeeist, the amount I vacuum off the floor every day could outfit a cavalcade of chilly Alopecia sufferers.
TRES:If one happens to win $165 on a 25-cent bet, as I did last night in Central "Loose Slots" City, it's best to tuck that tasty lil jackpot away for a weekend sojourn to the Buckhorn "Mmmm, tear me off a slab of that buffalo prime rib" Exchange restaurant rather than piss it back into the casino coffers. We've got 7:30 reservations on Saturday AWWW YEAH 'cause that's how this piece rolls, knowing when to fold 'em and all that.
QUATRO: Buffalo prime rib is, hands down, the best gaddamned thing this girl's ever dun aten. And that includes the 65 King Crab legs I housed at the buffet last night. And the bread pudding at Marie's wedding. And my Mom's pecan pie. And El's German pancakes. And Matt Meat. And Mike Meat. And even Garth's "death by dessert steak" decadence.
YES.
GO BUFF!
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April 24, 2007
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Why It's Fun to Travel with My Brother (A Play in Four Acts)
Act I: Food
Act II: Drink
Act III: Adventure
Act IV: Musica
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Yes! Yes! A Thousand Times YES!
I had no idea this song was about Burt Reynolds! "I know you're gonna do a real good job in the ledgislaytcher..." He will, Dolly! Oh he will! But not before he rips that gray cowboy hat off and loves you and your enormous boobies all the way to the great Mississipp and back!
This is, like, the happiest day of my life.
Marie? Me. You. This movie. A bowl of corn. Two boxers. House pants.
Oh you HEARD me, girl.
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In the Dark, We Are All the Same
I had a black man ask me this morning if I was the girl from Ipanema. When I said, in confusion, "The girl from Ipanema?", he replied, "Yep - tall and tan." When I said, in confusion, "Tan?", he replied, "It's all in the eye of the beholder."
The fact that I - Ghostly McPales A Lot of the Scots-Irish McPales A Lot clan - am getting compared to a tawny, blonde Brazilian gives me giggles. Compliment or not, somebody needs to polish up his spectacles.
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April 23, 2007
New Entry
Rick told me last week that he thought the happier I was, the less I posted. Interesting. I don't know if I agree, but it does give me some pause. Howevs, if that was the case, I would've posted the shit out of today. For some reason, I'm just blahhhhhhhhh recently. I know it's stress over the store. Right now, I'm waiting to hear what the city and so forth say about the building and its zoning, and expect to get my hands on a lease sometime this week. Of course, though I'm in a bit of a holding pattern 'til then, there is plenty I could be doing. I could be trying to figure out the logo. I could be deciding how much money I'm going to spend on merch. I could be figuring out exactly what - and from whom - I'm going to order once I get the go-ahead on the space. I could be trying to come up with some sort of display design. I could be interviewing contractors. I could be dusting off the business plan and try to make something coherent out of it.
So...what do I be accomplishing out of all of that?
Nada.
No duh.
And I don't know why, and I don't know when it'll stop and I don't know when I'll get my shit together re: this store. It's what I want to do; I just don't know how to do it. Wah!
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Becoming One of Those People
Truth be told, I am fast becoming one of those people who is downright obsesso re: their dogs. For realz. The G-man and I brought Deucer on an 85-hour hike on Saturday (up to the Royal Arch in Boulder - not too shabs minus the last 18 miles of vertical rock climbing) and the pooch was, clearly, a super-duper trooper. Scrambling up rocks, running ahead, and greeting every dog on the trail with a geniality and grace unmatched by the fellow members of the species, girl made us proud. She even let me pour water directly down her throat in a most inelegant fashion without recrimination and allowed Garth to pick her up and carry her down the one scary (read: wet and slippery) part of the trail.
I don't know what else to say besides that little lovenugget has taken over my heart. Big time. The fact that she farts and snores and steals food and sneaks up on the furniture when I'm gone only adds to the adoration. I'm head over heels for this one, kids.
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April 21, 2007
The Pushermen of Madison Ave
Oh bejeebles. Nothing like a sodden burg and a bun askew to whet the appetite...and lubricate the insides on this fine Saturday morning. Forthwith, and with all due respect to the glory that is quick cuisine, please find an exploration of the difference between the fast food of advertisements (i.e., promise) and the fast food of reality (i.e., reality). My formatting options (read: blogging know-how) limit my ability to post comparison pictures side by side, so be sure to click here for the full feature.
McDonald's Big Mac
THE PROMISE
THE REALITY
Burger King Whopper
THE PROMISE
THE REALITY
Mmmm...whopper...
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April 19, 2007
TSC Display Table Idea
Whatchall thank? I'm liking the simplicity and the holes and the fact that I'll be able to make them any size or color I need. Oh yes, I do believe I'm going to have to build quite a few of these - and pups quite similar - for the "sto." Thankfully, the G-man thinks he can come up with a prototype that I'll be able to replicate with nothing more than a glue gun, a stick of eyeliner and a wad of Scott toilet paper. It's like MacGyver...only with better hair. And only slightly less moxie.
Posted by Bree at 04:24 PM | Comments (0)
Gadawful
THAT is what was in my house last night.
Thank G-ness for the Garther. Steeling himself against my hysterical shrieking and plaintive wails, the brave boy insisted that it was not his place to introduce the beast to its maker. Instead, he calmly took the wall lobster for a walk around the block - where the leggy lightweight found the freedom to frolic with the rest of his land-based crustacean friends.
AHMAGOD.
Time to move.
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Kitty Litter Cake
This is totally ganked from The Gilded Moose's Coffee and Fellowship, but this is the interwebs!
All bets?
Off!
Herewith:
This cake is perfect for a divorce proceeding...
1 spice or German chocolate cake mix
1 white cake mix
2 large pkg vanilla instant pudding mix, prepared
1 large pkg vanilla sandwich cookies
green food coloring
12 small Tootsie Rolls®
1 new kitty litter pan
1 new plastic kitty litter pan liner
1 new pooper scooper
Prepare cake mixes and bake according to directions (any size pans).
Prepare pudding mix and chill until ready to assemble.
Crumble white sandwich cookies in small batches in food processor, scraping often. Set aside all but about 1/4 cup. To the 1/4 cup cookie crumbs, add a few drops green food coloring and mix until completely colored.
When cakes are cooled to room temperature, crumble into a large bowl. Toss with half the remaining white cookie crumbs and the chilled pudding.
Line a new, clean kitty litter box. Put the cake/pudding/cookie mixture into the litter box. Or use an old one if its a work party or something. Those people at the office don't deserve cleanliness.
Put three unwrapped Tootsie rolls in a microwave safe dish and heat until soft and pliable. Shape ends so they are no longer blunt, curving slightly. Repeat with 3 more Tootsie rolls bury them in the mixture. Sprinkle the other half of cookie crumbs over top. Scatter the green cookie crumbs lightly on top of everything -- this is supposed to look like the chlorophyll in kitty litter.
Heat 3 Tootsie Rolls in the microwave until almost melted. Scrape them on top of the cake; sprinkle with cookie crumbs. Spread remaining Tootsie Rolls over the top; take one and heat until pliable, hang it over the side of the kitty litter box, sprinkling it lightly with cookie crumbs. Place the box on a newspaper and sprinkle a few of the cookie crumbs around for a truly disgusting effect!
If it was a really nasty divorce, add some real cat shit mixed in with the Tootsie Rolls.
Posted by Bree at 11:19 AM | Comments (0)
Oldboy
"There has been some speculation, especially among online forums, that Cho may have been inspired by the South Korean movie 'Oldboy.' One of the killer's mailed photos shows him brandishing a hammer — the signature weapon of the protagonist — and in a pose similar to one from the film.
The film won the Gran Prix prize at the Cannes Film Festival in 2004. It is about a man unjustly imprisoned for 15 years. After escaping, he goes on a rampage against his captor." - AP Article on Cho Seung-Hui
That's a somewhat interesting and wholly disturbing angle on the killer's motivation. I saw that film with the XBF back in Brooklyn and found it to be one of the most agonizing cinematic experiences of my life. Though skillfully made, the main tenet of the plot was so wretched, so twisted and so contrary to everything positive about humanity that it was nearly unbearable. Somehow, it makes sense to me that the killer may have found something to relate to in this movie. That's how awful it was.
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April 18, 2007
Breaking
The dog just TOTALLY cut one.
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April 17, 2007
Space!
Here are some snaps of the *proposed* 2,200 SF retail space for The Scarlet Conservatory (Est. date of opening: summer of 2007). Had I taken my Photoshop studies more seriously, I could draw in the planned walls and so forth. Alas, you will have to make do with my paltry captions:
Exterior with new door. TSC will be on the right after you walk in.
NB north-facing interior windows
South-facing exterior windows. May knock out last one and install second door.
Standing in my space, looking west. Glass boundary wall and entry vestibule will be at about the second pole down. The rest of the visible space will be a ceramics studio and one section of a gourmet grocery. No word yet on whether I get to keep the desk. Negotiations underway.
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Driving Me Knuts!
Q. How awesome is this lil Knut print?
A. 100 percent awesome...that's how awesome.
Buy it for your favorite blogger o'er at Creative Thursday on Etsy.
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Shop Talk
Just a brief update for those of you tracking my every move (I'm talking to you, Dog the Bounty Hunter): I'm in a bit of a holding pattern in regards to the space. It's perfecto, everything is perfecto...but the owners need to figure out some zoning schtuff, some remodeling schtuff and so forth before I get the "A-OK, everything's a go-go for launch" reassurance that will bring me to the next step.
As one might imagine, it's hard for me to cede control over this and just wait around for something to happen. I'm trying to keep busy, and accomplish things around the homestead with the help of my merry minions but still...frustrato! Waaah!
Anys, I'll post some pictures of the space once I get my act together and find my digital camera cord. Needless to say, if this all works out (WHEN this all works out), I really think it's going to be spectacular. And if I can keep my shit focused and my spirits motivated until then, well...all the better.
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April 16, 2007
I Dream of Deenie
Oh dear Deenie! I am totally you.
Just call me Ms. Align Spine.
Jeebles. Above, reason number two why I'm digging on this whole chiropractor thing. Reason number one (aka cause for all my ultra-awesome neuropathies and bursitis) is buried deep in the heart of my sacrum, a place no man - nor x-ray - dares to penetrate. More detes? I thought not. So: in a brass tack, my back is on crack. And the pusherman is my chiro.
"Pass the glass pipe, dog, I be feeling your steez all up in here."
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I Ees the Weener!
It's early, so I'll admit it: ebay daunts me. Too much STUFF, baffles me mind and paralyzes me fingers. This from a girl that buys everything from underpants to cookies to boyfriends on the interwebs. Somehow, the grandeur that is the online auction has escaped my grasp. I mean, sure, I've bought a couple strange little pieces on there as gifts but in comparison to the damage I could be inflicting on my paypal account, I've been rather metered and wholly restrained.
That is...until now.
CHECK OUT the glory that is the camera I just won for $28:
Look familiar? Same exacto OM-1 as I've been rocking oh these many years. The original girl gave up the good fight a few months ago (with repairs estimated to START at $150) and I've been mourning her loss ever since. No more! 28 bones! My max bid was $130! Cue elation!
I'll tell you one thing: as soon as word about this ebay gets out, the shit's gonna blow sky-high. I would suggest you get in there on the stock gravy train now before the rest of the world discovers this unbelievable resource. Mums the word.
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April 15, 2007
Po'try
Check out this action poetry site for U.S. poet laureate Billy Collins.
No seriously. It's well worth your clickage.
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April 13, 2007
Five Word Movie Review Friday
Le Charme Discret de la Bourgeoisie (The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie)
Véridiquement? Much better than expected.
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Wack Back
The old mare ain't what she used to be, and I say that with all due vanity. I've been dealing with mild lower-back crizzap since a disc popped out of place in 1996 (!) but this...this is ridonx. I woke up a few weeks ago with some major aches in my mid-upper spine. Natcho, I've been alternately pushing it with Pilates and so on and resting it on the couch with Flavor of Love. It's been OK...but yesterday, I went to get rolfed and nearly levitated off the table in pain. My girl was very concerned about the sitchy, telling me my back and shoulders were so tight that I absolutely had to fix it. The word "spiraling" was used. In relation to my spine. Erk.
Thus? I finally bit the witch doctor bullet and called a chiropractor. It was the rolfer's reco, and this dude apparently takes x-rays of your back and only adjusts the pieces that are screwy, but still...I'm a bit nervous that I'm selling my soul to Dr. Deevil. Then again, I woke up this morning in such pain that I'm nearing desperation levels (aka: Soul? Sold.). If this doesn't work, I'm super checking out voodoo. You heard me: voodoo.
PS My boy Sam Champion's broadcasting from Denver! I saw him once at the Food Emporium on 67th and Broadway buying...Tofutti. I kid negs. Talk about voodoo...
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Newest Entry in the SUPER CUTE Department
And I ain't be talking 'bout no Leonardo.
Vanity Fair posted outtakes of the Annie Liebowitz polar cub/Dicaps photo shoot and that beast is just...beyond wonderful. (Mom, click "Start Slideshow.")
Ahmagod.
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April 11, 2007
Dropping Knowledge Like Galileo Dropped the Orange
Yesssss, my quest to hang in an industry that I don't work in reached new heights last night. Picture the scene: Briggles in the hizzle, surrounded by a bunch of art directors listening to Joe Duffy, one of the best designers and brand architects in the whole wide, speak about his company and their work (including the Fresca relaunch and that gorgeous Bahamas campaign of last year). Oh, got my heart to beating.
Most of what he said hit on some pretty familiar themes to anyone interested in the creative class (a la Richard Florida) or consumption in general. Always good to be reminded, however, so I present forthwith a brief little summation of what I believed to be the most compelling points:
* First off, he called Denver a "creative community on the cusp of greatness." Well, hellllooooo awesome!
* Said, that the world of marketing communications has been turned on its head. All bets are off. This is a great time for creatives.
* Consumers can now control messaging (via Tivo, Pop-up blockers, etc.) Now that we can control, funnel and focus our choice, we all have the ability to customize our lives and our experiences as a consumer. This is so powerful, Ad Age named the Agency of the Year, "The Consumer." At the same time, the choices in front of us are so huge they can be debilitating.
* Consumer = programmer of life.
* Today's most successful companies are recognizing people's desire for choice, control and customization.
* A marketer's role has shifted from that of storyteller to creator of a better life experience.
* In this design age, people will look to companies that provide an authentic experience:
- one you can't get anywhere else
- transparent and true
- delivers on promises
- aligned with consumer values
- considers all aspects of interaction
* A company that is talked about and recommended is a successful company. Talk value has never been a bigger deal.
* The strongest brands are brands that think about themselves as a total experience. Dan Weiden (of Weiden and Kennedy) said, "Don't tell. Converse."
* Everything communicates a brand message; therefore a company must do everything well.
* Companies must reinvent themselves early and often. (And, in a world changing so fast e-mail is already old-fashioned, one would apparently need to...yikers...)
Oh and just a quick P.S.: This is totels the style I manifest when I contemplate the future ->
No wonder no one wanted to sit next to me last night.
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Fire Sale: So Hot It'll Burn Ya!
The web site Modern Dose is having a crrrrazy sale, plus free shipping, on tons of cool artwork and furniture.
After a cursory examination, and a quick and sucky cut and paste job, I hereby present the things that are tickling my buy button this fine morn:
Marked down from $5,450 to $850
Marked down from $125 to $94
Marked down from $379 to $250
Seems to me that the whole durned site's to be had for cheap, so don't just be limited to the "Sale" section.
Posted by Bree at 08:11 AM | Comments (0)
April 10, 2007
Rugger Bugger
My carpet cleaning guy is late. Thus, and in total opposition to the ethos of effective behavior modification, I'm gonna throw him a crazy lay if he finishes by 6 so I can make it to this design lecture.
That's right.
You heard me.
I said it.
And I'll say it again: "Ethos! Ethos! Ethos!"
Good times.
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April 09, 2007
Goodnight, Vagina
A short film regarding vaginas, featuring Cheryl Hines and Gary Cole.Posted by Bree at 10:23 PM | Comments (0)
And People Say I'm Hard to Shop For...
Ham Slice Meat Cuddler
Ham Slice has a little fat around the edges, but that just means more to love! Sports "ham" on the backside, in case you forget his name.
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Tomorrow Eve
How quickly my plans change. Tomorrow night is my last Photoshop class, but looks like I'm going to have to retract my RSVP to that party as I just found out that the branding and design hotshot Joe Duffy is speaking at the Oriental Theater in the Highlands. Perfect timing as my punk-rock illustrator and I are busting hump on my logo this week, and I need some inspo and advice. Not to mention that my total lack of Photoshop skillz has moved from slightly unnerving to wholly embarrassing...hence no bigs on missing the last hurrah of that experience. Luckily for me, the super-nice teach took about an hour last week to speak with me privately about all the technical requirements I'll need for online and print TSC designs, so that alone made the class well worth it. Well, that and the fact I can now erase errant zits from all pictures of myself.
Vanity? Thy name is Bree.
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The Day Has Finally Come
Yes. I am LIVE-BLOGGING from a coffee shop.
Me and my smug ass, like, sooooo deserve a smiting right now. In its place, I guess we'll just have to settle for a comfy couch, a four-shot Americano and total isolation in the basement of Hooked on Colfax. Oh and no worries with regards to this TOTAL reversal of protocol: the barrista is warming up my words in the toaster oven right now, so I expect to be munching down on them in short order.
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April 07, 2007
Tasty Offering You're Sure to Likeorice
Feeling peckish? Ready to sup from the savory buffet that is D-Town's theatrical offerings? Oh lo! do I have a blubbery entree in store for you. Three words: Moby Dick Unread. Mounted by Hannah D and the resta my fellow CC Tigers over at the Buntport, this is 90 minutes of pure excellence. I went last night *all by me lonesome because I am THAT self-actualized* and was blown away by how awesome it was.
Seriously?
Seriously.
I love the Dick!
I'm even thinking of going to it AGAIN...which, as someone who's seen enough...er...off-Broadway shows to satisfy the requirement for both this lifetime and the next, is a rarity indeed. Pass the scrimshaw.
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April 05, 2007
Ain't Your Momma's Globalization
Now that I've conquered Denver, thoughts have naturally turned towards expanding the TSC vision to an overseas market. Quell surprise, then, that the latest issue of Inc. Magazine is devoted to just such a topic. Best part? Tiny write-ups on the top three countries NOT to do business in. Forthwith:
Belarus: Taxes here are a nightmare. The World Bank estimates that the average midsize company will make 125 separate tax payments each year and will spend 1,188 hours on tax preparation (roughly half a year's worth of eight-hour workdays.)
Guinea-Bissau: Don't try to incorporate a company here. The process comprises 17 procedures and takes an average of 233 days to complete. A single notary handles all registrations by hand.
Zimbabwe: In 2005, Zimbabwe's GDP fell by 7.1 percent, the biggest drop in the world. Ruler Robert Mugabe's policies inspired an Atlantic Monthly article entitled, "How to Kill a Country." The nation ranks dead last in the World Economic Forum's competitive indices for property rights, credit rating, inflation, phone infrastructure and recession expectations.
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April 04, 2007
B*R*E*A*K*I*N*G*
I think I found a space.
2,200 square feet of KICKASS.
Putting a deposit down tomorrow.
Hooooly crrrrrappp!!!!
Posted by Bree at 06:09 PM | Comments (0)
Magnate-ized
Gost to say, it seems as if my real estate mission is akin to early man's quest for fire. And hair product. (Smaller quest, no less important.)
Thanks to a reco from Taylor Buster O'J Fennsky - a 1,000 Islands fella relocated to the Mile High - I met with a very cool commercial real estate chick yesterday. Her summation of my search? Pretty difficult using normal channels. Pretty unappealing to any commercial broker because of what promises to be a ridonculously low commission. Pretty much fizzarked in terms of getting anyone to do all the work for me. [Musical cue: All By Myself by Peabo Bryson.]
So, here I am. Puzzled but reinvigorated. I've got two promising leads today (a building down on 31st and Blake and a corner shop over on Old South Gaylord), and am not quite willing to give up on this. Nothing I have ever done career-wise, or life-wise, has been accomplished using traditional methods, so I must just keep reminding myself of that. Besides, I kind of like it when people tell me things I want are impossible to achieve. My competitive...er...natecherr (Strike 'streak' - Ed.) and jackassedly stubborn refusal to ever take anyone's advice that contradicts my own intuition is my strongest motivator. The only real danger here? Loss of personal steam due to anxiety or worry that this will never right itself.
Must!
Keep!
Personal!
Steam!
I am, as always, my own worst frenemy.
Thankfully, however, I remain my own second-best lover.
So there's always that.
Speaking of...
'scuse...
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April 02, 2007
Do You Like This Gown?
I'm not quite sure what this is, but I am quite sure it's the best thing I've ever seen.
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My Daddy's Done BUSTED
In every sense of the word...
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Inadequate Postage
Apologies, entreaties and the like for my interwebs silence as of the late. Alternatively, I've been wrapped up in the boy, away from home, napping, reading my awesome book and - let's get down to brass tacks here - trying to get to third base with the Deuce. In addition, my computers are both acting like they've got better shit to do than, you know, compute...so it's been a rough go of things. Relatively spake-ing, natcho.
Sad news for the cubists among you: today won't be much better. Hitting up the Rockies opening day (something...baseball...something something) with a gaggle of CCers hot offa bachelor party weekend up to Vail. Assume these boys will be in fine form, but bringing my handi-wipes just in case.
After today though?
After today is when I really start working.
Swear.
Totes.
Amen.
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