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December 30, 2007
Today
Officials closed Interstate 70 both directions between Georgetown and Vail tonight as blowing snow caused near whiteout conditions.Westbound I-70 was also closed between Floyd Hill and Georgetown.
U.S. 6 over Loveland Pass was closed, as were U.S. 40 over Rabbit Ears and Berthoud Passes and U.S. 287 and U.S. 85 south of the Wyoming border.
Interstate 25 was closed north of Wellington.
The American Red Cross opened three shelters in the mountains for hundreds of stranded travelers: in Kremmling, Silverthorne and Frisco.
Today Rick and I got stuck on the highway for five hours in the most insane blizzard I've ever seen in me life. Bonus? The driver's side windshield wiper FELL OFF midway through. Read that again. The windshield wiper FELL THE FUCK OFF. More on this later, but suffice it - after getting up at 6 a.m., freezing balls all morning at Keystone (18 degrees AT THE BASE; whiteout conditions at the top), and then spending several *hours* tensed up and terrified, I am beat like the finest meringue. Thank GOD we left Keystone when we did though, as the traffic was backed up to Copper and now they've closed the roads totally. I can't even imagine what spending the night in wet ski clothes at a Red Cross Station in Frisco would entail but it sure wouldn't be pretty.
One more thing to say though: if it weren't for Rick and his skillful drivery, I'd probably still be pulled over to the side of the road in Georgetown (where the worst of the storm hit us AKA visibility ='d ZERO and where we lost the wiper) sobbing my brains out and wondering how a town that believes in Santa Claus could do me so wrong. Bravo, Rick! And thanks for helping me clean the car with a bottle of water and my ski scarf during our "down time." That nub of string cheese is ALL YOU, bro.
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December 20, 2007
Tho Exthited!
The marvelous Angela gave me a **RED** Loyal Loot log bowl last night, and I just can't stop staring at it and touching it and envying the beauty of its existence. Oooowweeee, this just may be the best thing I've ever seen! THANK YOU DURLIN'!
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Why Have I Never Heard of This??!
Sarah Winchester (1839–1922), heiress to the Winchester rifle fortune, grief-stricken at the death of her husband and infant daughter, was told by a medium that she must move to California and never stop building on a giant house, to appease the ghosts of all those who had died by her family’s evil rifles. Which she did. The Winchester Mystery House, now a tourist attraction in San Jose, California, built over 38 years, has 160 rooms, 40 staircases, 950 doors, and 10,000 windows.
- Vanity Fair article on Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake
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C-U-LATES
Happy Holidays, my darlings!
Matt and I are off tomorrow at SIX IN THE MORNING for a week spent in both the foggy valleys of Western Massachusetts and the concrete fields of New York City. I expect to be showered in eggnog, rolled in confectioner's sugar and roasted on an open flame before 2007 is through, but plan on getting back on track (Word up, Weight Watchers!) in the new year. Well, as back on track as my utterly hedonistic lifestyle allows. And by that, I mean only one day of skiing, two nights of binge drinking, and 4,000 servings of bread per week.
In the meantime, I wish you et yours the loveliest of all possible seasons. I hope they are filled with all sorts of good things, like hugs and laughs and yule logs and presents that make you all, "Awww...they do know me!"
SMOOX!!!
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Craigslist Missed Connection of the Day (or September 24th)
You Gave me the finger -- Coffee? - m4w - 36
Reply to: pers-515106223@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-12-20, 8:29AM MST
You: late 20's, early 30's woman driving of the ramp on I-25 North, around 7 AM, Monday, 9.24.07, in a silver Toyota SUV. You were obviously a VIP headed to a critical meeting with similarly important people. I loved the way you leaned on your horn every time some peasant driver got in your way, swerved recklessly through traffic, and ignored social convention (who's got time for those?!) by refusing to use your turn signals. You sexy beast, rulebreakers are so hot! You not only honked at me, you favored me with "the bird", so I know you think I'm especially equipped to serve your majesty.
Me: smitten 36 y.o. peasant driver, not nearly as important as you, but aware of my place in the world relative to your greatness. I thoughtlessly dared to merge into an open lane coming off the ramp at a mere 10 miles over the speed limit, when you were coming up from behind. Who cares if it was completely safe for me to do so, I should have known that *you* needed that lane, even though there were two others to choose from, and driven off the ramp into a tree. Maybe I should do that now, as punishment for daring to briefly inconvenience you.
I know we're meant to be together--otherwise I wouldn't have seen you at the next 3 stoplights. Anyway, if you read this, I hope you choke to death on a pretzel you fucking bitch.
Coffee?
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Gift Tags c/o The Lovely Molly P.
(Click on the above for expanded version, print and festoon.)
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December 19, 2007
Little p. Makes a Big Entry
My homeslices at P Design Gallery just welcomed the latest P into this world!!
Paul writes:
It's a boy! Pearson Toki Hardt came into this world at 2:49 p.m. on December 17th, weighing 6 pounds and 9 ounces. Pifuka is a little tired but she's doing great. Pearson is as strong and healthy as he is cute. And Paul is still breathing.
!!!!!!!!!!BIG GRINS!!!!!!!!!
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Recent Goodies Found on My Desktop
As previously noted, I'm trying to rid myself of useless desktop fodder that I've been collecting for the likes of ye all these many months since my hard drive crashed. Behold what I unearth after hitting the "Upload File" button:
You're very welcome!
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An Cuppa Tae*
Tea Code - $20 at Charles and Marie
*Cash prize for anyone who can provide the English translation and originating language for this title. (Hint: It's "A Cup of Tea" in Irish. That's right: Irish. Not Gaelic. IRISH. There's a diff.)
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Talking It Through: Tip of the Day
I think the holiday season is a good time to remind your aging parents that if you are ever put in the position of being their primary caregiver and they refuse to follow your advice, recommendations or demands as such, that you will contact INS and have them deported. Repeating the phrase, "Look - that's just the way it's gonna go," may aid the discussion.
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Breaking
Marcus just saw Sean Connery at work!
THIS IS THE BIG TIME.
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Wednesday Morning Entertainment Update
Did you know Eric Stoltz was the original Marty McFly in Back to the Future? And was canned after he shot a good three to five weeks of footage because he was too intense? Yeah, me neither. The upshot is, at least we'll all have Huey Lewis singing "Back in Tiiiiiyime" in our heads all day. Merry Christmas.
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December 18, 2007
Tis the Season
Ever have one of those days when you've just got, like, 50 appointments and obligations and social events to go to but you stayed up so late reading Ford Madox Ford's unbelievable book The Good Soldier that you are on the crispy side of burnt out before you even start?
That's kind of how today's been for me. Between hitting snooze too many times to forgetting my gym clothes rushing out the door to a work lunch to getting a half an hour-long oil change that turned into an hour-long oil change to walking a bit longer than expected with Deuce because there was the smell of fireplaces in the air and bulbs in the bare trees, I am a cross between knackered and overextended. Thankfully, I've only got to go get a few glasses of wine with a friend, swing by Whole Foods to pick up dessert for tomorrow night's dinner with the boy's momma, exchange gifts with Angela and meet up with Matt before my day is through. And by "Thankfully, I've only got" I mean "how in the fuck am I going."
Never did make it to the gym, either.
Ah, the holidays.
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December 17, 2007
Alright Already!
I've had this picture on my desktop for far too long and I just can't take it anymore. Yes, it's true: I wear gigantic underpants (see above). Or, as I like to call them when I'm being seductive: gigundies. Though they are ridiculous, they are quite comfortable and provide portable storage space for everything from my cell phone (true, when I was trying the NON-wireless headset to prevent right cheek acne. I am a sad little monster, aren't I?) to bags of GORP. Even my thongs are outsized. So outsized indeed, I actually PEED THROUGH ONE in the middle of the night a few weeks back because I thought I wasn't wearing underpinnings. That's right. I sat on the toilet thinking I was naked from the waist down. That's how spacious my gigunds tend to be. And, frankly, though I've been meaning to tell you about all this for-it-seems-like-ever, and Jack Black's been a-lurking on my computador for-it-definitely-has-been-forever, the time has just never seemed right. Until now.
My name is Bree and I wear stupidly expansive underwear. My socks frequently have holes, I am generally in a Northport Girls Lacrosse sweatshirt handed down from Mike's sister and yoga pants, and I haven't had a shower since Saturday. Lucky for him, though, I tend to save all this glamour for my boyfriend. For you? For you I'll even brush my teeth.
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Pillow Biter
Back when I was going to open a shop, Chandler 4 Corners was on my list of suppliers. Typically, I'm not so drawn to the granny-crafted, country kitchen, have another cup of decaf while I comb my graying hair back into a sensible ponytail and clean this muck off of my gardening clogs look, but something about these pelllows just rubs in all the right places (specifically speaking: the orbital ridge, sacrum and "sit bones"):
Pink Star (on sale for $39.50!)
I also like this one but would only buy if the Indian's mouth was in more of a grimace/howl. A gently smiling war chief? Pass the butter cookies, my sciatica's acting up again.
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Global Style
Admit it - the Vintage Crams Scope O Sphere World Globe at White Elephant Vintage would be absolutely perfect in my new study. Or yours. NB: Ten percent discount on the whole site by typing SHELTERRIFIC-BLOG-FAN in the “message to seller” section at checkout.
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December 16, 2007
Why Yes, Yes I Do Believe I Shawl
Purchased this evening from Urban Outfitters (gasp) for a mere 78 pesos 70 pesos (using 10% off coupon: CODEJUMP).
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Almost Famous
A quick cellphone shot I like to call "Bloody Mary with Beer Back at the Cherry Cricket" (above) was chosen for inclusion in some sort of city guide called Schmap. Click here to become erotically stimulated by my art/alcoholism.
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Root Down
Rooty wine decanters for a mere 2000€. Or is that €2000? Either way, I think this girly more than deserves such a modest testament to her beauty, grace and good will.
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December 15, 2007
Found in Translation
Feeling sentimental for an overhyped -but very worthwhile - piece of film from a few years back? Settle in and feast your eyes on the following to finally find out just what Bill Murray whispers into ScarJo's ear at the end of Lost in Translation:
Maaaah! Murray!
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Un-Often
It's not often a serving tray reminds me of Berkshire County, but...well...here you go:
Trust it to those crazy Finns!
In other news, I was supposed to be ready to go to sushi at 5:30 (as apparently I am a retiree in Boca) but have yet to even shower. It's 5:24 p.m. Sigh.
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I'll Stop the World and Melt With You
Even though Unica Home's on my shitlist right now, I still adore these melty canisters from Canadian artist Marcel Dzama for a mere (ahem.) $125. Best part? They represent his move from Winnipeg to NYC. Melty indeed.
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December 12, 2007
Running on Empty...or Eggnog
Due to some cajoling on my fair Marie's part, I've been convinced to run (stagger) my first ever 5k race bright and early on Saturday morning. Seeing how I was planning on getting relatively trounced at Studio Como's Holiday party on Friday night, this represents a change of plans indeed. But alas, running a race was on my list of goals for '07 and the year's durned near used up. Seeing as I haven't run in, oh...about two months and - that's right - have pneumonia, this should be pleasant for all involved. I'm expecting to cross the finish line sometime on Monday.
If you're in the area, please airdrop biscuits and Gatorade.
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December 11, 2007
The Falcon CAN Hear the Falconer
A few Valentine's Days back, my brother and I saw Kiki and Herb open for Rufus Wainwright at the Beacon Theater in good ole NYC. The whole show was one of (if not theeee) best things I've ever seen, and getting to watch these two perform - which is virtually impossible as tickets are snapped up the SECOND they go on sale, always - was spectacular and riotous and all other sorts of spectacular and riotous things. (The Rogets is clearly in storage.) Chances of them coming to Denver range somewhere in the "no shot in hell" zone, but I can take small comfort in their classic version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" (complete with lyrics by Keats), which has been immortalized in this oddly compelling little vid. Give it a whirl, and if you're in DC in March of 2008, grab tickets to their stint at the Kreeger Theater. Do it. Do it. Done.
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Weather-Resistant PPT Care of Rick
This blog's resident smarty-trousers, Rick "Gimme" Mooooore (of the Simla, CO Mooooores), sent me this heartening powerpoint slide comparing winters in Massachusetts and Colorado. Granted, he's supposed to be studying for finals - and I'm SNOWED IN (hence all the blog posts) but I give him an A++++++ for effort and a smiley face for penmanship.
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Springing a Woody
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Zeppenis Envy
All these GUSHING reviews from the Led Zeppelin show o'er in merry olde England are KILLING me. Can't Even. Muster. Energy. To. Link. Oh just google the boys, you'll see what I'm talking about if you haven't already. I mean, there were LASERS! And adding to my soul-consuming jealousy? The fact that Matt's sister and brother-in-law were THERE.
Not feeling quite as green as me yet? Eyeball this set list, suckers:
Good Times Bad Times
Ramble On
Black Dog
In My Time Of Dying
For Your Life (1st time played live)
Trampled Under Foot
Nobody’s Fault But Mine”
No Quarter
Since I’ve Been Loving You
Dazed And Confused
Stairway To Heaven
The Song Remains The Same
Misty Mountain Hop
Kashmir
Encore:
Whole Lotta Love
Rock And Roll
I mean, please:
But for those of you, like your sad and pathos-stricken blogger over here, who didn't get to go, do yourself a favor and check out the absolutely killer cover band LEZ ZEPPELIN. These girls know how to rock that whole Plant and Page thing like nobody's business. And there's actually a shot in deepest hell you'll get a ticket without having to do a shark. Just saying.
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Beard News
Jews took their instructions on the wearing of beards from Leviticus, which left strict instructions not to 'mar the corners of thy beard'. Presumably the confusion over where the corner of a beard is found prompted men to just leave it alone. The forced removal of a Jewish beard is considered a grave insult, as Hanum found out to his cost, and in many paintings Christ is represented with his beard defiled prior to crucifixion.
- The Hirsute History of the World
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December 10, 2007
Two Tastes That Taste Great Together: Custom Publishing and Obsessive Documentation
Oh man! Seems someone in the culinary cosmos has heard my prayers for a personal cookbook - or perhaps just laid eyes on the tattered binder I shove all the recipes I've collected (and, ahem...rarely tried) over the years - and invented the COOLEST THING EVER (beta).
Behold Tastebook!
Not only can you upload recipes from anywhere you durn well please (well...probably not your dead grandmothers' collective heads, but MOST anywhere you durn well please), design the layout and cover and tabs, add photos and there you have it! A cherished heirloom/repository of plagiarism! All for less than $40! If I ever entered the kitchen to do anything but eat straight out of cans standing at my fridge, I would be truly psyched on this one. As it stands, color me super psyched with a side of deep-fried glee. Or is that ghee? I get confused.
(Link via a little blog I like to call How About Orange...)
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Where Have All My Chipmunks Gone?
Picture, title and cat courtesy of Molly P!
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Lunch (Did Me Mighty Righty)
Menu
1 banana
1 sandwich (as in two pieces of whole wheat bread used to clean out the last of the Sabra Roasted Red Pepper Hummus)
1 sugar-free red bull
Mood
Satisfied
Resources
Wild Oats
Super Target
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December 07, 2007
Old Friends Do It Better
Jenny knew I've been feeling all illitude recently, so sent me a surprise little envelope with a few old pics from some trip to Mike's house on Fishers Island. Behold the laughter; hearken the black hoodie. Indeed, some things ne'er do change.
Captain Spicer making me giggle
Captain Jackass making me giggle
AWWW! I miss my besties! SMOOX!
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She's Crafty; She Gets Around
Martha done bats it out of the park again. Resigned sigh. Learn how to make your own over here and start scouting your house for random goodies that'll thparkle and thine under the glistening glamour of gliding glitter. I can't wait to give my Dad an old pencap snowglobe for Christmas. Mom? You're getting the dryer lint. Matt? Dog turd. OMG I love you!!!!!
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December 06, 2007
Wants for Sale
Czech out this fun site: Wants for Sale, a collection of paintings of items and experiences that cost the price of the items and experiences themselves. Par ejemps:
Dinner at Nobu ($152)
A Night We Won't Remember ($100)
Charles Saatchi to Buy This Painting (£1)
Unfortch, they're all sold out for the time being. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't take a look and spitefully think to yourself, "Blast! I coulda thoughta thata..." After all, spite's always in stock. And, generally speaking, very gentle on the old pocketbook.
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Pass the (Sam) Beam
Iron & Wine will be playing the Paramount in downtown D-town on Saturday night. Tickets available here.
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December 04, 2007
New Cat Smell
I got a used cat, but he is new to me.
His name is Walter. He's more than a touch cranky, and has the sweet Deucer running skeerred every time he comes in the room - but the little thing also likes to purr and cuddle and has impressed all of us with his full-on badassitude. No shrinking violet he, in the two days he's been here, Walt's already made this house his own. Indeed, it seems dogs and people just get in the way of my kitty's devious machinations with regards to achieving world dominance.
Here's a video:
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December 02, 2007
Titus Andronicus! The Musical!
The boy and I just got back from a special showing (read: free!) of Buntport Theater's latest production, the heeeelarious Titus Andronicus! The Musical! For those close enough to hear the clickety clacking of my typewritery, I strongly strongly urge you to go check this one out. We were pretty much doubled over in guffawdom.
Here's a podcast with my lovely Hannah explaining some of the ins and outs of the play. It's a MUST LISTEN (caps mine).
And here's today's review from The Denver Post, which includes my favorite description ever of our fine alma mater: "Colorado College, an elite liberal arts college that breeds unorthodox intellectuals..." Ah, the accolades just keep on coming.
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Toiling Over My Purchases
I met the folks from Vital Industries yesterday and picked up one of the fancy-doo toilet tank graphics the BLEGHOSPHERE has been heralding in every gift guide from here to North Kakalaka and Compton. I chose the octopus because of its squid-like visage, and though I have yet to install, Angela assures me it's very easy. She also assures me that it's no big deal I made the beast mine even though she was going to get me the scuba diver one for Christmas.
While you're on the interwebs, also check out Little by Jenny - another swanko Brooklyn lady relocato to D-Town who just happened to make the shirts Matt and I are BOTH sporting this morning. We're cool like that.
This is all. Back to my espresso and leftovers from our amazing dinner at Carmine's on Penn last night. Ziti with sausage, shrimp, chicken and peppers? Say who?
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December 01, 2007
Things (the new Working Title of This Blog)
Things I ordered last night:
I've never owned a pair of black snakers before, and I can't say I'm all that comfortable with the notion but this SUPER CUTE girl in my gym rocks 'em hard, and so - in the immortal words of Hova - what more can I say?
Flock
Pink Sugar
Sing a Song of Secret Places
All 12 x 12 photos from Alicia Bock. Use code TRUNKT07 for 10 percent off orders. Whee!
*Is the phrase "including but not limited to the fact" a cliché? I kind of think so, but am uncertain if one can remove "the fact" and still have it read correctly. I'll keep you posted with regards to this fascinating inner thread.
Thing I am Going to Momentarily, Wearing the Same Jeans I Wore Yesterday and the Same Shirt I Slept In (I am a sexy beast, holla at this. Talking to you, Jigga. Time to get with Breeyonce.)
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