This photo was taken in my back yard during the annular solar eclipse on Sunday evening. The tree leaves and our fingers acted as pseduo-pinhole cameras which projected the eclipse’s image on the wall resulting in these funky crescent-shaped shadows.
I caught the New Pornographers at the Fox Theater in Boulder the other night. It was a great show. I like this photo I took mostly because the drummer is rocking out on guitar and the keyboardist has her accordion on.
This is a heat map of my Foursquare check-ins in Denver. It’s a pretty accurate representation of where I spend most of my time within the city. It was created with WhereDoYouGo‘s mapping tool and is updated periodically to represent new check-ins.
I get to check another goal off the old life list.
Having missed out on a couple opportunities in the past I finally had my chance to see Slayer at Magness arena. It was the loudest show I have ever seen (by far). Forget amps that go to 11, Slayer’s go all the way to 666. It was a full-on sonic assault on my ears and I loved it. They started off with two songs and then pummeled there way through the entire Seasons In The Abyss album. The encore whipped the crowd into a frenzy with “South Of Heaven”, “Raining Blood,” “Aggressive Perfector” and show closer, 1986’s brutal and harrowing “Angel of Death”. I can’t wait to see them again.
Quite often during high school I would come home from a party or a late night hanging out with my friends and see my brother sitting in the living room with a glass of sun tea flipping through the channels. Often my brother would come home from an evening of partying or hanging out with his friends and find me with a coke watching Teletunes.
We would usually excitedly tell each other about our evenings. And inevitably we both sit down in the living room, late in the after-curfew hours, and tune into PBS waiting for the Star Gazer to come on (It was originally designed to air on PBS stations just before sign-off). We would listen intently to what the star hustler had to teach us during his five minute lesson on the heavens. Both of us would then mosey out to the backyard and look up into the stars and see if we could find whatever it was he was talking about that week.
We would sit there silent and feel small and special. These are some of the fondest teenage memories I have with my brother (and I have a ton of fond teenage memories with my brother). And although those memories will never die, the mortal symbol of those evenings, “The Star Hustler”, passed away today. I am genuinely saddened.
Colorful to the end, “Horky” offers this amusing, self-penned epitaph in his bio: “Keep Looking Up was my life’s admonition, I can do little else in my present position.” You can watch his last episode by clicking here.
I took the image below during a trip to New York way back in 2006. The photo was used for an article in The Washington Post last Thursday. The article is about the SEC circuit-breaker rules that are going into effect this week.