Saturday, February 28, 2009
RIP Rocky
Something about the prominent Sunday edition and "traditional" format being the reason why The Rocky died instead of The Post. I'll take the famous "tabloid" format of The Rocky any day. Any day.
I'll also miss the balanced reporting. One day into The Post dynasty, I found nothing but liberal crap littering the pages. Oh, one decent story regarding the pope's excommunication of the Holocaust-never-happened cardinal. I don't know, maybe it's because there's nothing but liberal crap going on in the world right now, but it's not like they had to choose editorials saying the the stimulus package "falls short" in terms of it's unprecedented scope, that reversing Bush's health care provider rights bill is "a great idea", and let's not forget tomorrow's big story about giving illegals in-state tuition...since we have higher education funds coming out of our ears. No thanks.
As I read through the special tribute to the last 150 years of The Rocky, tears came to my eyes, remembering how I was riveted reading their coverage of Columbine, September 11, and a dozen special features over the years (Thunderridge HS, The Final Salute, etc). Not to mention the better puzzles and comics section, which is of course, the main deciding factor in choosing which newspaper you read.
We'll miss you, Rocky. Thanks for being Denver's oldest, and one of the best, businesses.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
100
So without further ado, the first draft...
The Bucket List
See Juan Diego’s tilma in Guadalupe
See the sun shine all day in
Go to
Be kissed under the mistletoe
Go to an NFL game
Go to a WPS game
Go to the Olympics
Own my own dog
Become a doctor
See Phantom of the Opera live
Travel to a Spanish speaking country (Mexican cruise didn’t count)
Order a hot dog (“Coke. Mustard.”) from a street stand
Irish Car Bomb (maybe a mini one)
Save a life
Be a godmother (I know this isn’t really up to me, but it would still be awesome)
Go to
See a European soccer match live
Coach softball
Go to Martinsville Candy Kitchen
Things I've Already Done
Sailing with a pina colada and dolphins
Go snowmobiling
Do overnight backpacking
Been on a cruise
Seen the pope (twice)
Been to
Sung Karaoke (granted, not in the most formal or populated of places)
Traveled by motorcycle
Snorkeled with turtles and sharks
Been to the MLB All-Star Game
Seen an NHL game
Give a wedding toast
Take pictures in a photo booth
Go ice skating on a frozen lake
Climbed Mt Elbert, the tallest mountain in CO
Watched a mountain sunrise and sunset
Hiked in the
Hiked the Sand Dunes
Bought something at an art auction
Seen the USWNT play live
Attended the opera, Handel’s Messiah, the symphony, and a Broadway show
Driven ATVs
Played soccer on the beach
Ridden in a limo (it was blue glitter!)
Go horsebackriding
Took guitar lessons
Driven a jet ski
Tequila shot a la The Cutting Edge
Built a gingerbread house
Helped stitch someone up in surgery
Held an alligator
Fire department ride along
Hoisted my state champion sister on my shoulders
Been hoisted on shoulders after winning a race
Coached a soccer team
Been a confirmation sponsor
Laughed so hard I cried
Ridden a train, a public subway, and the bus
Ridden in a Mustang convertible
Surfed
Won a cow-pie throwing contest!
Been in a parade
Slept under the stars
Many sparrows
Peaceful now, go sleep like you are sure that you are loved.
Monday, February 16, 2009
God's creations
Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
...Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.
I've been wanting to tell you about my patients that I've had for the last 2 weeks. I'm working at "The Ridge", a state facility for developmentally disabled adults that provides group housing, full time staff for living and programming, and health care--that's us. It reminds me of working with the kids with autism for the first time. You just sort of wing it when you walk in the room, and you hit a lot of resistance, but then, a tiny victory comes in the form of a clap or a smile, or finally letting me examine his stomach, even if he is sitting up instead of lying down. And it makes it all worth it. It makes me sad that so many people can't see the beauty in their lives. Not that there isn't also frustration and heartache and disappointment, but the two aren't independent of each other.
On my first day of work at The Ridge, we went to a funeral for a patient who had passed away over the weekend. Of course I didn't know the patient, but I saw the purpose in his life through his brother, who told those gathered that he never held a conversation with his brother in 50-some years, but his brother taught those around him how to love better. It was beautiful.