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The Impurity of Sport

October 13, 2014 (7:52 am) | Media, Politics, Social Commentary, Sports

Last Spring, I quit football. To be honest, I quit caring about professional sports altogether. I decided I had better and more productive ways to use my time than researching, watching, and discussing institutions that provide me no benefit besides easy conversation fodder.

It wasn’t until the third week of the NFL season that someone actually tried to converse about football with me. “Hey, check out how my fantasy players are doing,” was the gist of it. It wasn’t until midway through the ALCS that I even knew baseball had reached the playoffs. For the most part, my exodus from sports was thorough and perfect. Of course, given the domestic violence scandals in the NFL and the rape scandals in college, it’s not as if professional sports has fallen completely off my radar.

Enter last night. A friend of mine, with whom I used to play fantasy football, passed along this article in the New York Post tying the cover up of domestic violence to Spygate, the 2007 cheating scandal by the New England Patriots.

The story strikes me as unfortunate. Not only does it draw attention away from the domestic violence issue rather than toward it, it tries to pin the origins on Spygate.
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Refuse

October 9, 2014 (5:55 pm) | Social Commentary

I think I’ve finally figured out why I can’t recycle: my roommate doesn’t like to see how much she drinks.

When I get home after work, she tends to vanish at the sight of me, jerking upright from the couch with wide, deer-in-headlight eyes, something clutched to her chest as she scurries in the opposite direction. Before I can take off my shoes and set my things down, her bedroom door is closing or she’s outside in the darkness on the porch where cigarette butts and old cans get hidden away. Some nights, she reappears a minute or two later, talking rapid fire as if I’m the audience for her verbal diarrhea. Some nights, she acts like a prairie dog, her head popping in and out of her room, seemingly waiting for me to settle in my own.

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A Pressing Engagement

September 22, 2014 (12:08 pm) | Beer, Travelogue

“Holy…!”

“Yeah,” Josh laughs. “That’s some serious bite, huh?”

I take another sip of his hard cider. To be honest, it isn’t so much cider anymore as it is an apple wine. The potency is through the roof, the flavor divine, and I can only think about how awesome it would be to try to make my own.

“So how’d you make this?”

“A community cider pressing. Want me to let you know next time we do it?”

“Umm, yes!”

It takes a village to make an incredible cider.
A panoramic view of the entire pressing operation.

See all my photos from the pressing here.

My eyes dart back and forth, looking for the yellow barn.

“It should be around here somewhere,” Brad says as we tool down the little highway through the north of Longmont.

“You mean that one?” I ask, spotting the small army toiling away. “With all the people, loads of apples, and strange-looking machines?”

“Oh, it’s right there,” he replies, stepping on his brakes to make the turn.

We pull in with an SUV loaded with empty barrels, gaskets and airlocks for the fermentation process, knowing that Brad, Erin, Josh, Laura and friends had picked a mass of apples the previous weekend with cider in mind. None of the 900 pounds of apples laid out in row upon row of bushels are theirs, meaning this is a larger operation than I had anticipated.

I snap a photo or two with my phone, a less than stellar, but ample alternative to bringing a mass of equipment, and weave my way through the heart of the operation to find Josh.

“Hey!” Josh calls as I approach. “Want to tag in and take over at the press so I can find my lovely wife?”

“Umm, sure,” I say, unsure of what I’m getting myself into. “Just show me what to do.”

And just like that, I join the fray.

My Six Degrees of Cider Separation starts with my good friend Josh. Josh, who grew up split between Colorado and Vermont, is a virtual homesteading renaissance man. His family owns a quarry in Lyons, and he’s slowly rebuilding his flood damaged log cabin home by hand with the help of friends and family.

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Smart Phone, Stupid User

September 11, 2014 (8:51 am) | Technology

android

A little over a month ago, I got a smart phone. Suddenly, the world opened up to me in new and interesting ways, and despite having adopted Smart Phone Luddism for years fearing the repercussions on my life, it’s enabled so many positives that I’m easily eating crow for my anti-smart phone campaigning.

One downside to waiting so long to adopt a smart phone is that my techie, power-user status has fallen behind the times. In the last week, I’ve had the following conversation with my phone and the Internet:

Me: “Wow! This is cool, but I want to do more with my phone and remove some of this bloatware. How do I do that?”

Internet: “Root your phone! It’s easy! Here’s seven ways you can do that.”

Me: “Cool! Wait, is there any risk to this?”

Internet: “Oh sure. You could brick your phone, void your warranty or prevent yourself from getting important security updates.”

Phone: “Please don’t kill me!”

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I Wish I Had That Disorder…

August 7, 2014 (8:34 am) | Growing Up

“I’m a total neat freak,” she tells me. “I have ocd. I clean thoroughly every weekend and like to keep the place spotless.”

“Ok,” I say. “I try to stay clean and will do my best. Just let me know if I leave a mess and I’ll take care of it toot sweet.” I smile at my bastardized French.

“Cool,” she replies. “But seriously, I’ll be cleaning all the time.”

I’m beginning to doubt that she even knows what OCD means.

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Open & Honest – Epilogue

July 18, 2014 (7:30 am) | Women

 

Concluded from
Open and Honest – Part I – Part II – Part III – Part IV
Part V – Part VI – Part VII – Part VIII – Part IX – Part X

It’s so easy to work in vignettes, moments captured as close to perfectly as possible. Then one moment begins bleeding into another, her presence the one consistent factor. Time loses all meaning, the days pooling into a blissful smear. And when the stark blankness of my life without her reappears underneath, I begin to wonder how we had run out ink.

“So,” I open, “why are we here?”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I mean, why are we having breakfast, now? What’s the purpose of doing this?”

I watch her. I can see her struggling. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t have the words. She can’t really say.

“Well, I guess… Where do you want to go from here?”

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Revelations

July 16, 2014 (8:19 am) | Social Commentary, Work

door

“Knock, Knock,” I say, a sly smile on my face. Wide eyes and excited grins greet me from below.

“Who’s there?” they chorus.

“Eat mop!”

“Eat mop who?”

“EWW! YOU SAID EAT MY POO!” I yell. They collapse in fits of giggles.

The joke is one I learned from a coworker at Eldora. It’s sly, disgusting, and exactly what little kids enjoy. Read more »

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Four Drafts

July 15, 2014 (8:05 am) | Women

 

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I.

Breakfast the other day was pleasant, and I appreciate that you wanted to meet, but I feel like it was a wasted opportunity to actually talk. When you said you still wanted to get together, I assumed you had things you wanted to say. I had hoped you wanted to explain how you’ve been feeling and why things happened how they did from your side. Instead, when I asked you why we were there, you put the effort back on me, asking me to talk, asking what I wanted. I understand you were tired and had difficulty figuring out what to say—you admitted as much—but I left on Sunday with an even worse sense of closure.

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Open & Honest – Part X

July 4, 2014 (6:15 pm) | Women

Continued from
Open and Honest – Part I – Part II – Part III – Part IV
Part V – Part VI – Part VII – Part VIII – Part IX

“I think I’m done,” I say. It’s the first time I’ve said it out loud. It feels good to say it.

I just wish I could say it to her.

It almost catches me off guard. I have to pause to think about it.

“That’s too bad,” my friend tells me in the lull.

“No,” I reply, “it’s not.” Yes, it is, I think.

There’s this moment, when day three rolls around and I still haven’t heard from her. I’ve been left to my own thoughts again. It’s never a good thing.

There’s a reason I prefer to stay busy all the time, why I throw myself into my work, why I focus so intently on whatever project is in front of me. It’s to quiet the little voices in my head, the ones that niggle and prod, that play with reality.

But I’m not wrong here.

I had asked her to be better about communicating. She responded with an apology. And now she’s responded with more silence. Read more »

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Open & Honest – Part IX

June 25, 2014 (6:45 am) | Women

Continued from
Open and Honest – Part I – Part II – Part III
Part IV – Part V – Part VI – Part VII – Part VIII

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you angry,” she had told me.

If she were here now, she would. I’m glad she isn’t here. I’m glad she can’t see this. Tomorrow, or maybe the next day, I’ll have formulated my words, dealt with the anger, worked it out. And then I’ll be back in this strange limbo.

For the first time in weeks, I’m going to see her.

“Good morning!” I text. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at German Two’s birthday. I hope it’s cause you’re joining us, not working. Any idea of your schedule this week?”

“Haaaa yeah I’m working a double that day…” she replies. “And closing. But I’m insisting y’all be in my section so we can hang out.”

It’s not the response I was hoping for. No info on her schedule. Not even a direct pronoun for me. I stifle the disappointment, the sense that I don’t matter, that she’s trying to push me into the group and out of the singular. I’m probably just overreacting, overthinking.  Read more »

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