Kate and I went on a hike yesterday. We saw a moose. I took pictures.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Post-Grad Post
You know, I started this post with a little background
information, but then I just reread this post from March 2011 when I got into
grad school:
A writer’s ego is a very fragile thing. Sharing about the rejections over and over again, I felt like I was announcing through a large megaphone from the top of the world, “My writing sucks and no one likes it.” It’s hard to describe how that shattered my motivation and made me dislike—even hate—things completely unrelated to my attempt at getting into grad school.
I decided to stop with the background information after reading that. It is a painful story still and more painful that I occasionally dream
about what it would have been like last week to walk across a stage and receive
my MFA. But I did not. I received my MA in International Studies and spent the
majority of my time at DU studying international security, the Middle East, and
political theory. Apparently, I did pretty well at that. Grad school taught me
a lot of things. A resounding lesson, for me, is that I can excel at something
that is not my first, second, or even third passion. I can excel at something
that I never thought I would excel at.
There is not much I have to say here. I loved my time at DU.
I don’t want to appear ungrateful, but it just wasn’t an MFA program in
writing. I kept telling myself over the last two years that I was at DU for a
reason and that things will pan out, that this will all be worth it. That has
yet to happen, so I’m still praying that it does.
Thursday, May 09, 2013
The Man Behind the Inspiration
Last weekend was a beautiful testament to a great man. I am humbled by how many lives my grandpa's life touched. His service and the weekend spent with family was exactly what he wanted. Below is what I wrote for my grandpa. He had the opportunity to have it read to him almost two months ago. It was important to me, and, I'm sure to him, that he heard it before he left this world. I read it aloud at his service on Saturday.
The Knot
I was young enough to not remember exactly when you taught
me. But I was old enough to still be able to picture your hands confidently
working the line in twists and loops. It is your hands I am fixated on. They
look a good kind of worn, like a man’s hands should be, used and aged, but
strong and capable. They are a work of art as you tie a knot you have tied so
many times. Your attention to detail and your serious tone convey the
importance of this lesson. I follow along and tie the knot a few times myself.
The first time the knot does not take, but eventually, it holds true and
strong.
The significance of this lesson did not fully register with
me until some twenty years later when my father-in-law took me fishing. I
hadn’t fished in a long time and I was worried that when we arrived at the
shores of the Flaming Gorge Reservoir I would have to ask my father-in-law to
tie the fishing knot. And he would have, without comment, because he is a
gentleman, but a twenty-eight year old man should not have to ask for such
things, whether he regularly fishes or not. So, I didn’t.
I took the fishing rod and reel he handed me along with a few
lures down to the shore. Silently standing there, with the water lapping at the
rocks, I threaded the line up through the tip of the rod and started the knot.
My fingers moved like I had fished every day of my life since you first taught
me all those years ago and the knot held fast as I checked its strength.
In minutes I was fishing the Gorge with a great man, but I
was thinking of you. You, who knew that, whether I would fish every weekend of
my life or just once a year, to tie a fishing knot was a necessary skill to
have. And I knew it then, in a funny way, but clearer than ever, that I had
passed a great test of manhood simply by tying a knot, by feeling capable, even
for a fleeting moment. And that as important as teaching me how to tie a knot
was, it was more important to teach me so that I might someday know how to
teach my son or daughter so that they would learn from me as well as I have
learned from you and, selfishly, that I might be remembered, as I remember you
now.
Thursday, May 02, 2013
A Man's Man
This weekend my entire family will be traveling to Fort Collins, Colorado to celebrate the life of my grandfather, Bryce Howard Neff. I was extremely close to him and I am honored to have the opportunity to speak at his memorial. I will share those words here on the blog after this weekend. For now, I will just say that I have always loved my name, not just because it is relatively uncommon, but because I am named after such a great, strong, capable man. He was a patriot, Air Force Captain, father, esquire, grandfather, great grandfather, a friend to countless people, an amazing storyteller, and a devoted and loving husband over nearly sixty-two years of marriage. Godspeed, Grandpa.
This is a picture of my grandpa (at right) when he was stationed at Iwakuni, Japan in 1950 and 1951 during the Korean War.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Saving Me Time
I just discovered this TPM post by Josh Marshall. In it, he shares his view on guns and instead of taking the time to write my own views out, I'll just share his because I completely agree. This post is awesome. And, I don't like guns, read on.
"Well, I want to be part of this debate too. I’m not a gun owner and, as I think as is the case for the more than half the people in the country who also aren’t gun owners, that means that for me guns are alien. And I have my own set of rights not to have gun culture run roughshod over me."
More...
"Well, I want to be part of this debate too. I’m not a gun owner and, as I think as is the case for the more than half the people in the country who also aren’t gun owners, that means that for me guns are alien. And I have my own set of rights not to have gun culture run roughshod over me."
More...
"More than this, I come from a culture where guns are not so much feared as alien, as I said. I don’t own one. I don’t think many people I know have one. It would scare me to have one in my home for a lot of reasons. Not least of which because I have two wonderful beyond belief little boys and accidents happen and I know that firearms in the home are most likely to kill their owners or their families. People have accidents. They get depressed. They get angry."
"In the current rhetorical climate people seem not to want to say: I think guns are kind of scary and don’t want to be around them. Yes, plenty of people have them and use them safely. And I have no problem with that. But remember, handguns especially are designed to kill people. You may want to use it to threaten or deter. You may use it to kill people who should be killed (i.e., in self-defense). But handguns are designed to kill people. They’re not designed to hunt. You may use it to shoot at the range. But they’re designed to kill people quickly and efficiently."
Friday, March 15, 2013
Unbelievable Pictures From Iran
The Big Picture does it again. Check out these images of Iran. Read the captions too. Eye-opening.
Friday, March 08, 2013
No. Freaking. Way.
Harrison Ford, Mark Hamill, and Carrie Fisher have key roles in Star Wars - Episode VII. Where do I buy advance tickets?
Just Because This Is Awesome
Sullivan referring to Dick Cheney:
But I guess when you’ve been caught red-handed torturing prisoners, you go big or you go home. He’s gone big, and as far as I am concerned, he can go to hell.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Busy, But Still Reading
Graduate school has once again pummeled into submission any attempt at consistent blogging. And, when I do have free time, I typically don't choose to spend it in front of the computer, where I often am writing papers. At this moment, I don't have free time, I am merely procrastinating for ten minutes to share with you two extremely good pieces of writing I have enjoyed this week.
The first, is a post by Andrew Sullivan, titled "How Capitalism Creates The Welfare State." It is very fascinating and it isn't something I have previously spent a lot of time thinking about, but a lot of the post's contents resonated with me, especially the move from rural to urban and the abandoning of older generations and blue-collar workers who remain at the periphery, unable to find employment in the first world's centers of industry.
The second, is a much longer article by Hilary Mantel, titled "Royal Bodies," that was recently published in the London Review of Books. Mantel's article has spawned a lot of criticism/controversy in the UK, but I found it refreshingly honest about the role of royals today. They are to be looked at and they are to breed. Mantel doesn't mince words in describing how the royals are viewed by international media and legions of adoring fans across the world. I was very curious to find out whether I would take offense to anything in the article. But why it is controversial is beyond me. This is fresh, honest, and informative, and one can easily tell that Mantel wishes for the royals to be treated differently.
I hope you get to read these articles if you have not already found them.
The first, is a post by Andrew Sullivan, titled "How Capitalism Creates The Welfare State." It is very fascinating and it isn't something I have previously spent a lot of time thinking about, but a lot of the post's contents resonated with me, especially the move from rural to urban and the abandoning of older generations and blue-collar workers who remain at the periphery, unable to find employment in the first world's centers of industry.
The second, is a much longer article by Hilary Mantel, titled "Royal Bodies," that was recently published in the London Review of Books. Mantel's article has spawned a lot of criticism/controversy in the UK, but I found it refreshingly honest about the role of royals today. They are to be looked at and they are to breed. Mantel doesn't mince words in describing how the royals are viewed by international media and legions of adoring fans across the world. I was very curious to find out whether I would take offense to anything in the article. But why it is controversial is beyond me. This is fresh, honest, and informative, and one can easily tell that Mantel wishes for the royals to be treated differently.
I hope you get to read these articles if you have not already found them.
Sunday, February 03, 2013
30!
I had an amazing time last night celebrating my 30th birthday with these great people! I am truly blessed by this circle of friends.
Friday, February 01, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Quote of the Day
"When friends speak overmuch of times gone by, often it's because they sense their present time is turning them from friends to strangers. Long before the moment came to say goodbye, I think, we said goodbye in other words and ways and silences. Then when the moment came for it at last, we didn't say it as it should be said by friends. So now at last, dear Mouse, with many, many years between: goodbye."
- From January 31st in Listening to Your Life by Frederick Buechner.
- From January 31st in Listening to Your Life by Frederick Buechner.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Parenthood
Kate and I have been watching NBC's Parenthood pretty much from the start (it just finished its fourth season) and it is easily one of the best written shows on basic cable.
Turn on the TV at any moment of the day and it is particularly hard to find a decent man or woman on television. Typically, they are cheating, lying bastards who can't remain faithful to their family and, if they do, they are secretly brewing meth and killing lots of people on the side...see Breaking Bad. No doubt, those shows are entertaining to an extent, but Parenthood deals with a side of life that only the most patient and talented writer can tease out, reality.
The writers of Parenthood haven't forgotten that we all have our weaknesses and flaws but they have wisely avoided the temptation to magnify those flaws by giving every character an egregious downfall. Too many writers fall victim to this temptation and they do so because they think, ironically so, that they are being creative. But let's face it, most people don't decide to cook meth when they face a financial emergency. Most people get two jobs or make a crazy, but legal, decision to invest in a recording studio with their younger brother, to take an example from a real Parenthood episode. This thinking is at the heart of Parenthood and it is what has produced, at least for me, a reserve of genuine characters and conflicts that give me feelings of hope, despair, joy, anger, laughter, and, most importantly, what I see as a pretty accurate cross-section of life for a mixed middle-class, upper middle-class family experiencing the growing pains of life.
Turn on the TV at any moment of the day and it is particularly hard to find a decent man or woman on television. Typically, they are cheating, lying bastards who can't remain faithful to their family and, if they do, they are secretly brewing meth and killing lots of people on the side...see Breaking Bad. No doubt, those shows are entertaining to an extent, but Parenthood deals with a side of life that only the most patient and talented writer can tease out, reality.
The writers of Parenthood haven't forgotten that we all have our weaknesses and flaws but they have wisely avoided the temptation to magnify those flaws by giving every character an egregious downfall. Too many writers fall victim to this temptation and they do so because they think, ironically so, that they are being creative. But let's face it, most people don't decide to cook meth when they face a financial emergency. Most people get two jobs or make a crazy, but legal, decision to invest in a recording studio with their younger brother, to take an example from a real Parenthood episode. This thinking is at the heart of Parenthood and it is what has produced, at least for me, a reserve of genuine characters and conflicts that give me feelings of hope, despair, joy, anger, laughter, and, most importantly, what I see as a pretty accurate cross-section of life for a mixed middle-class, upper middle-class family experiencing the growing pains of life.
Monday, January 07, 2013
An Incomplete Summary of 2012
I found a nice corner of a coffee shop a few days ago and wrote out a summary of 2012. Month by month, I put down what came to mind without the help of pictures or a calendar. Here is some of what I have.
January
Despite having a 6-week break between fall quarter and winter quarter I did not feel ready or excited to return to graduate classes at DU. Maybe it was the 26-27 books I had to read in the first ten weeks of the year. Maybe it was the realization, once again, that Korbel isn't an MFA program and thus, not where I truly wanted to end up. Or maybe it was the unease I have about going through all of this, accruing debt, and the inability to see how this is going to pay off.
I remember ringing in the new year with my parents and having dinner at Bistro Vendome on NYE. We walked Larimer Square after dinner. It was around 20 degrees outside. We marveled at all the hoes lined up to get into clubs. Many were in mini-skirts and low-cut shirts, which conflicted with the sub-freezing temperature outside, but aided in what has become the goal of NYE for so many. Get dressed up. Go out. Get drunk. Meet someone. Go home and have sex with them. One can't be blamed for disliking much about NYE.
February
I began the last year of my 20s. There was a joint birthday party in Fort Collins at my grandparent's house. My mom and my aunts were there. It was a good time. I missed my dad.
March
We went to Kauai with Kate's parents. The trip provided so many moments that will be with me for a long time, but a few of them will be with me forever. One of the them was getting to Kauai ahead of the in-laws and exploring some of the island and our hotel with Kate. We took pictures of a beautiful sunset, had appetizers and drinks at the hotel bar and even had a nap before we had to go back to the airport to pick up her parents.
I'll never forget snorkeling there even though it wasn't a great time to snorkel on the south shore. I dove down deep enough under the frothy surface and I kicked fast with fins directly toward the largest fish I saw. I surprised him and he bolted away and his tail made a noise that I could clearly hear. I didn't expect that. It was like a short burst of gunfire under water. I floated right there for a few seconds in silence watching the fish disappear into the murky distance.
There was also a memorable attempt at boogie boarding at Brennecke's Beach, or break-neck beach. The waves here form very quickly, they are steep, and they dump you in shallow water. It's a horrible wave to ride. We tried a couple times, but I'm glad we stopped. One wave managed to take both Kate and I out. But before leaving a sea turtle popped up between Kate and I. It was just out of arm's reach. Kate's face was classic, scared, and proof of what was on her mind, "What the hell do we do now?"
April
We drove to Farmington for Easter. My parents were overjoyed and we were too to see them and to have beautiful weather for the drive there and back.
May
We went to Cincinnati for the first time. We were celebrating my college roommate's wedding. Cinci was pretty cool, which was surprising. However, I would never want to move to Ohio. I just couldn't do it. It's flat and boring for the most part. The summer air is sticky. Lots of fat people too.
Another couple of good friends were married this month too. I went to a bachelor party in Boulder. A shot of whiskey, bike rides into Boulder, Mountain Sun food and beer, and there were awkward moments in a shady basement club with a bunch of undergrads listening to Tom's story about how I was in the Olympics, but lesser known because Michael Phelps was a teammate. Then there was almost a scuffle with some very drunk people on Pearl St and a 3am bike ride back to north Boulder and a hard floor to call mine for the night.
June
I finished my first year at DU. I spent way too much time planning our August vacation, but luckily, I made all the best choices.
Kate and I celebrated five years of marriage with a dinner at Salt in Boulder. We found it underwhelming, but still good in some ways. It just didn't meet the reputation that precedes it.
It was a very hot month. The A/C went out twice.
July
My DVR was getting overworked by recording 10-16 hours of Olympic coverage a day. I remained glued to the television for most of two weeks and reveled in Michael Phelps' performance, which started off a little rough, but by the end he had proven to the doubters that he still was the best swimmer in the world and certainly the most capable when it comes to performing on the world's greatest stage.
August
I've written about our big trip elsewhere, but here's a little more about it.
London: hot, muggy, crowded, expensive, tough to sift through all the thousands of restaurants to find a great one, but damn, I still love this city more than any other.
Train ride: first class; I already had breakfast when we boarded, but I didn't know we were served breakfast on first class so I had another breakfast and the alcoholic beverages were on the house for the next four hours; leg room; cruising by the North Atlantic; Instagramming while on the train going 100+ mph.
Edinburgh: crowded, cool, damp, expensive, funny, but so awesome and old. Great dinner at the Dome. One great comedian. One not-so-great comedian.
The Highlands: Stressful driving for both of us, but Kate did a great job, unbelievable mountains, glens, waterfalls, midges, dunking my head in a creek, watching Kate enjoy Scotland, the meals at the Lovat, Loch Ness, Balmuirfield House (our first B&B), the drive into Edinburgh, St. Andrew's golf course tour, and the sense of accomplishment and safety after turning in our rental car.
London again: cooler this time around, Apex Temple Court (amazing hotel), lots of walking, and almost, in a way, getting a little tired of touristy London in the summer, chocolates from Selfridges, and a fitting service at St. Paul's and a great last dinner of dim sum at Ping Pong near the Jubilee bridge on the south side, and the priceless real food market in the same area.
September
DU starts up again. Senioritis. SecDef...sucking. I'm not a social scientist.
One bad football game in Laramie. Cowboys sucked again. But great company.
A surprise trip to Vegas to meet Guy and Liron at the Venetian. We had a great time, but we both wanted one more night there.
October
Kate interviews for a new job and gets it.
I continued to slog through the fall quarter, feeling uninspired and bored by most of what I am studying. The Islamic political thought course is by far my favorite class of the quarter.
November
Kate starts her new job. I finally finish the quarter at DU, getting three A-s, my worst quarter at DU so far.
My parents come to Denver for a good long visit over Thanksgiving. Van Gogh exhibit. Ate a lot. Played Oh Hell quite a bit. Monte was here too. We saw Lincoln.
And Obama wins again. I jump up from the couch, attempt to do the moonwalk across our wood floor, fail miserably, scream a little bit, peak into our bedroom where Kate is trying to fall asleep and I yell at her (out of joy), go back to the couch, collapse, sigh, one more yell, turned the TV off.
December
We go to Dublin, California to spend time with my sister, her husband and family. Our niece had her 5th birthday party while we were out there.
Kate's family is in town for Christmas. We tour Stranahan's. Eat at Sushi Sasa. The guys go to the Bull and Bush. 11pm service at Montview. I was moved in December.
Kate and I close out the year at home with prime filet mignon, good wine, creamed spinach, and truffle mashed potatoes. It was probably better than any steak we could have ordered here in Denver. I stay up until midnight, but I'm in bed. Nevertheless, I still nudge Kate, sit up in bed, and yell, "Happy New Year!" Then, head to pillow and 2013.
January
Despite having a 6-week break between fall quarter and winter quarter I did not feel ready or excited to return to graduate classes at DU. Maybe it was the 26-27 books I had to read in the first ten weeks of the year. Maybe it was the realization, once again, that Korbel isn't an MFA program and thus, not where I truly wanted to end up. Or maybe it was the unease I have about going through all of this, accruing debt, and the inability to see how this is going to pay off.
I remember ringing in the new year with my parents and having dinner at Bistro Vendome on NYE. We walked Larimer Square after dinner. It was around 20 degrees outside. We marveled at all the hoes lined up to get into clubs. Many were in mini-skirts and low-cut shirts, which conflicted with the sub-freezing temperature outside, but aided in what has become the goal of NYE for so many. Get dressed up. Go out. Get drunk. Meet someone. Go home and have sex with them. One can't be blamed for disliking much about NYE.
February
I began the last year of my 20s. There was a joint birthday party in Fort Collins at my grandparent's house. My mom and my aunts were there. It was a good time. I missed my dad.
March
We went to Kauai with Kate's parents. The trip provided so many moments that will be with me for a long time, but a few of them will be with me forever. One of the them was getting to Kauai ahead of the in-laws and exploring some of the island and our hotel with Kate. We took pictures of a beautiful sunset, had appetizers and drinks at the hotel bar and even had a nap before we had to go back to the airport to pick up her parents.
I'll never forget snorkeling there even though it wasn't a great time to snorkel on the south shore. I dove down deep enough under the frothy surface and I kicked fast with fins directly toward the largest fish I saw. I surprised him and he bolted away and his tail made a noise that I could clearly hear. I didn't expect that. It was like a short burst of gunfire under water. I floated right there for a few seconds in silence watching the fish disappear into the murky distance.
There was also a memorable attempt at boogie boarding at Brennecke's Beach, or break-neck beach. The waves here form very quickly, they are steep, and they dump you in shallow water. It's a horrible wave to ride. We tried a couple times, but I'm glad we stopped. One wave managed to take both Kate and I out. But before leaving a sea turtle popped up between Kate and I. It was just out of arm's reach. Kate's face was classic, scared, and proof of what was on her mind, "What the hell do we do now?"
April
We drove to Farmington for Easter. My parents were overjoyed and we were too to see them and to have beautiful weather for the drive there and back.
May
We went to Cincinnati for the first time. We were celebrating my college roommate's wedding. Cinci was pretty cool, which was surprising. However, I would never want to move to Ohio. I just couldn't do it. It's flat and boring for the most part. The summer air is sticky. Lots of fat people too.
Another couple of good friends were married this month too. I went to a bachelor party in Boulder. A shot of whiskey, bike rides into Boulder, Mountain Sun food and beer, and there were awkward moments in a shady basement club with a bunch of undergrads listening to Tom's story about how I was in the Olympics, but lesser known because Michael Phelps was a teammate. Then there was almost a scuffle with some very drunk people on Pearl St and a 3am bike ride back to north Boulder and a hard floor to call mine for the night.
June
I finished my first year at DU. I spent way too much time planning our August vacation, but luckily, I made all the best choices.
Kate and I celebrated five years of marriage with a dinner at Salt in Boulder. We found it underwhelming, but still good in some ways. It just didn't meet the reputation that precedes it.
It was a very hot month. The A/C went out twice.
July
My DVR was getting overworked by recording 10-16 hours of Olympic coverage a day. I remained glued to the television for most of two weeks and reveled in Michael Phelps' performance, which started off a little rough, but by the end he had proven to the doubters that he still was the best swimmer in the world and certainly the most capable when it comes to performing on the world's greatest stage.
August
I've written about our big trip elsewhere, but here's a little more about it.
London: hot, muggy, crowded, expensive, tough to sift through all the thousands of restaurants to find a great one, but damn, I still love this city more than any other.
Train ride: first class; I already had breakfast when we boarded, but I didn't know we were served breakfast on first class so I had another breakfast and the alcoholic beverages were on the house for the next four hours; leg room; cruising by the North Atlantic; Instagramming while on the train going 100+ mph.
Edinburgh: crowded, cool, damp, expensive, funny, but so awesome and old. Great dinner at the Dome. One great comedian. One not-so-great comedian.
The Highlands: Stressful driving for both of us, but Kate did a great job, unbelievable mountains, glens, waterfalls, midges, dunking my head in a creek, watching Kate enjoy Scotland, the meals at the Lovat, Loch Ness, Balmuirfield House (our first B&B), the drive into Edinburgh, St. Andrew's golf course tour, and the sense of accomplishment and safety after turning in our rental car.
London again: cooler this time around, Apex Temple Court (amazing hotel), lots of walking, and almost, in a way, getting a little tired of touristy London in the summer, chocolates from Selfridges, and a fitting service at St. Paul's and a great last dinner of dim sum at Ping Pong near the Jubilee bridge on the south side, and the priceless real food market in the same area.
September
DU starts up again. Senioritis. SecDef...sucking. I'm not a social scientist.
One bad football game in Laramie. Cowboys sucked again. But great company.
A surprise trip to Vegas to meet Guy and Liron at the Venetian. We had a great time, but we both wanted one more night there.
October
Kate interviews for a new job and gets it.
I continued to slog through the fall quarter, feeling uninspired and bored by most of what I am studying. The Islamic political thought course is by far my favorite class of the quarter.
November
Kate starts her new job. I finally finish the quarter at DU, getting three A-s, my worst quarter at DU so far.
My parents come to Denver for a good long visit over Thanksgiving. Van Gogh exhibit. Ate a lot. Played Oh Hell quite a bit. Monte was here too. We saw Lincoln.
And Obama wins again. I jump up from the couch, attempt to do the moonwalk across our wood floor, fail miserably, scream a little bit, peak into our bedroom where Kate is trying to fall asleep and I yell at her (out of joy), go back to the couch, collapse, sigh, one more yell, turned the TV off.
December
We go to Dublin, California to spend time with my sister, her husband and family. Our niece had her 5th birthday party while we were out there.
Kate's family is in town for Christmas. We tour Stranahan's. Eat at Sushi Sasa. The guys go to the Bull and Bush. 11pm service at Montview. I was moved in December.
Kate and I close out the year at home with prime filet mignon, good wine, creamed spinach, and truffle mashed potatoes. It was probably better than any steak we could have ordered here in Denver. I stay up until midnight, but I'm in bed. Nevertheless, I still nudge Kate, sit up in bed, and yell, "Happy New Year!" Then, head to pillow and 2013.
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Best of 2012
Best Vacation: Kauai was amazing, but Scotland and my
favorite city in all the world with my wife…nothing can compete.
My favorite blog I wrote: This one, about Michael Phelps
after the London 2012 games.
Best Meal: There were two and they happened at the same
restaurant two nights in a row, The Lovat Brasserie in Fort Augustus, Scotland.
Seriously, everything we bit into was mouth-rockingly wonderful. This place
should not be missed if you’re in the Highlands.
Best Live Sporting Event: Front row at the Broncos vs. Browns
game on December 23.
Best Televised Sporting Event: Michael Phelps' last show at this summer's Olympic games in London.
Best Bachelor Party: Sir Travis’ party in Boulder. Whiskey.
Bikes. Mountain Sun. Pearl St. 3am bike ride back to north Boulder up some
pretty steep hills.
Best Graduate Class: Tie….Great Books of the Middle East and
Modern Islamic Political Thought. If it’s any consolation, the same professor
taught them.
Best Photograph We Took: Kate probably disagrees, but I
really love this one from Kauai. It's imperfect, but that's sort of what I like about it in addition to the stunning beauty of that wave and the memory I have of standing in ankle deep, frothy sea water while watching these waves roll in.
Best Drive: From Ft Augustus, Scotland to Portree, Isle of
Skye, Scotland. I wanted to pull over every half mile to take more pictures.
Best Picture of Kate and I: This one taken by Jarrod Renaud.
Best Gift: One I gave.
Best Pet: Monte, my parents’ 16-yr-old cat, for being a
trooper while she lived with us for 2.5 weeks when my parents were in Italy.
Best Thing To Do When The Wife Is Out Of Town: Invite over
all your video-gaming friends for an all-day gaming bonanza with beers and
bloody Marys.
Best Beer: Nothing new, but a beer I grew to love throughout
this year, a beer that has easily become one of my favorites. Odell’s IPA.
Best Concert: Bon Iver at Red Rocks. This is easily the best
concert I’ve seen since I was in high school and saw MxPx for the first time at
the Ogden. The free Lumineers concert at DU was a very close second.
Best Laugh: With Guy Ferber in Las Vegas.
Best Sunset from 4550, our home: This October beauty.
Best Musical Discovery: M83 and the Lumineers.
Best Social Platform: Instagram.
Best Timing for a Photograph: This one by Kate. I didn't even say try to get one of me in the air and then she goes and snaps this perfectly framed and timed shot. Okay.
Best Coffee: Boxcar Coffee in Boulder. This place got me to like a cappuccino.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Pictures of the Year
Over at the Big Picture, they are starting their annual posts with their selected pictures of the year. I encourage you to take a look. These pictures cover a wide range of international events, from celebrations to disasters. I value their international perspective at this photo blog.
Part I
Part II
They usually do three parts, but only two are up at this point.
There is also Time's selection of the most surprising photos of the year. These are amazing as well, although there are some repeats from the Big Picture's posts. Also, unlike the Big Picture, Time doesn't warn you when you are about to see a graphic picture of (just one example here) a horse head and hoofs on the ground by some kids because the horse was just slaughtered for food.
Time's gallery.
Part I
Part II
They usually do three parts, but only two are up at this point.
There is also Time's selection of the most surprising photos of the year. These are amazing as well, although there are some repeats from the Big Picture's posts. Also, unlike the Big Picture, Time doesn't warn you when you are about to see a graphic picture of (just one example here) a horse head and hoofs on the ground by some kids because the horse was just slaughtered for food.
Time's gallery.
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