Holy crap. SO good. Watch. NOW.
BIG hat tip to Todd Lockwood.
Holy crap. SO good. Watch. NOW.
BIG hat tip to Todd Lockwood.
Long ago, like yesterday
she warned me
“You’ll miss me
when I’m gone”
Now the grief lies frozen
beneath my feet
till something breaks it
and casts me in
All the strength I took from her
washes away in a moment
the icy knowledge crashing in
that I will hear her no more
Small silences loom large
stopping my voice
the silence bursting with absence
of a love that defined my life
The days pass
the sun keeps rising
the ice seems thicker
and safer to walk across
The pain stays the same
fewer cracks in the ice
the truth still beneath my feet
just a little further away.
MDW 11/98
For Marilyn
on the loss of her mother
Rocky Mountain National Park celebrated it’s 95th anniversary today.
Marilyn and I loved the Park. I still do.
People living in flood-runoff tunnels… how much worse does it have to get…
Hat tip to Say it ain’t so already
Hat tip to Say it ain’t so already!
Art Clokey, creator of Gumby has died.
Great promo video! Detailed operation/theory towards the end – lovely.
I donated my SX-70 to the Longmont Museum and it appeared in the Ansel Adams exhibition they had. I’m glad I got that delightful little camera preserved for posterity – it’s a testament to Edwin Land’s brilliance.
Hat tip to tha Squid!
This is truly funny and sweet. Just recently someone using a pseudonymous sockpuppet to mock me said I was a self-proclaimed guru. It was a direct slam against the text on my about page. I ignored it because it was clear they simply didn’t read the whole page.
Then, today, one of my students and a local journalist, Bob Wells writes an article about two other WordPress experts and I!
Thanks Bob! You da man.
A friend of mine went to South America recently. He prudently went to a Boulder store to get a power connector adapter – and was promptly given the wrong thing by an ill-informed shopkeeper. So, upon reaching his destination, he ended up having to buy something that would work. Here’s photos of the adapters he needed:
These cost around $5 USD… the one’s recommended in Boulder – I think he said around $20. He took the bogus ones back and asked for a refund.
Double-check before you buy!
Images free for use with or without accreditation.
This is from Marilyn’s friend Kris via her friend Karen and thence her friend Paula to me. I confess I have been remiss in posting this. Each time I looked at the pictures the pain came back – so I filed the message away ‘for another day.’ That day has come, it’s time to say goodbye to my dear wife.
You never got to see Ireland or Scotland as we’d hoped, so I’m hoping your spririt got to see this lovely place. I’m missing you terribly just now hon – and so are your friends.
Here’s the photos and words from her friend Kris:
This is where I spread Marilyn’s ashes. Will you pass them along for me?
Overlooking Edinburgh was taken from the end of Loch Dunsapie where I spread her ashes. This looks over the city and on to the Firth of Forth. At the other end, the road circles around to Arthur’s Seat. Oh, this Loch is in the Queen’s Park, adjacent to Hollyrood Palace. It’s full of birds and Swans.
The Swan’s nest is again taken from the spot where I spread the ashes but looking across the Loch.
Logo design in today’s world is totally underrated. People don’t understand how important a good logo is and how valuable it is to their business. Let me guide you through the basics of what makes a good logo, while also walking you through the process of creating the identity and logo design for one of my recent clients, Vero, a limited liability company based in Miami, Florida. Hopefully, this will give you an understanding of what actually goes on behind the scenes while creating a professionally designed logo.
Just finished a series of upgrades to my home via the Climate Smart program and wanted to give kudos to two of the contractors:
Thermal Craft Insulation Co.
303-817-3006
Larry Meeks
and
Cooper Heating and Cooling
11780 Olde Wadsworth Blvd
Broomfield, CO 80020
303-466-4209
The picture at the top of this entry is the installer Dustin busting his nuts blowing in insulation in the teensy-tiny section of my split-level’s attic. When he came back out he was COVERED in the cellulose insulation – the guy really went after it. The blow-in from the outside of the house (holes drilled through the walls) took a couple of days and he did a SUPERB job. Can’t say enough good about the work.
The HVAC system and hot water heater were done by Cooper Heating and Cooling. Every single person I dealt with was polite, professional and knowledgeable. The salesman, Jim Reynolds was completely versed in the Climate Smart program, had all the paperwork straight and the install went 1-2-3 by the numbers. The new unit works flawlessly and I’m thrilled to death.
I’d tell you about the experience I had with the windows (Accent) but suffice to say I was less than pleased and let it go at that.
Stolen wholeheartedly directly from Malcha’s Sound Visions:
If your local Dairy Queen is closed from
September through May,
You may live in Canada .
If someone in a Home Depot store
Offers you assistance and they don’t work there,
You may live in Canada .
If you’ve worn shorts and a parka at the same time,
You may live in Canada .
If you’ve had a lengthy telephone conversation
With someone who dialed a wrong number,
You may live in Canada .
If ‘Vacation’ means going anywhere
South of Detroit for the weekend,
You may live in Canada .
If you measure distance in hours,
You may live in Canada .
If you know several people
Who have hit a deer more than once,
You may live in Canada .
If you have switched from ‘heat’ to ‘A/C’
In the same day and back again,
You may live in Canada .
If you can drive 90 km/hr through 2 feet of snow
During a raging blizzard without flinching,
You may live in Canada .
If you install security lights on your house and garage,
But leave both unlocked,
You may live in Canada .
If you carry jumper cables in your car
And your wife knows how to use them,
You may live in Canada .
If you design your kid’s Halloween costume
To fit over a snowsuit,
You may live in Canada .
If the speed limit on the highway is 80 km –
You’re going 95 and everybody is passing you,
You may live in Canada .
If driving is better in the winter
Because the potholes are filled with snow,
You may live in Canada .
If you know all 4 seasons:
Almost winter, winter, still winter,
and road construction,
You may live in Canada .
(this is my favourite, because how true)
If you have more miles
On your snow blower than your car,
You may live in Canada .
If you find -2 degrees ‘a little chilly’,
You may live in Canada .
If you actually understand these jokes,
you definitely are Canadian and proud to be.
Lovely photography of bullets impacting/penetrating metal.
Such an incredible race we are that we can create such astounding devices.
Sad that we first turn them to killing.
Imagine these images but substitute a soldier’s body for the impact surface. Then substitute a friend or loved one.
The images take on a whole new dimension of horror.
Think about it.
Down a back road
Long, hot summer
A couple kids runnin’ loose and wild
He kissed her
She said mister,
Take an inch and I’ll give you a mile
I ain’t here to do anything half-way
Don’t give a damn what anyone might say
I just wanna free fall for a while
That rebel moon is shinin’
Those stars burn like diamonds
Hell bent on chasin’ down that crazy slide
I’ll follow you where you’re leading
To the first sweet taste of freedom
You got me runnin’ baby,
Wild at heart
About midnight, he tells her
I ain’t got no come-on lines
Well I’ll love you, or I’ll try to
We got nothing to lose but time
Stick your hand into my back pocket
Light me up like a bottle rocket
I just wanna free fall for a while
That rebel moon is shinin’
Those stars burn like diamonds
Hell bent on chasin’ down that crazy slide
I’ll follow you where you’re leadin’
To the first sweet taste of freedom
You got me runnin’ baby,
Wild at heart
O-oh, alright
Tonight is tellin’ us we’re way too young
O-oh, that’s alright
I’ve forever on the tip of my tongue
That rebel moon is shinin’
Those stars burn like diamonds
Hell bent on chasin’ down that crazy slide
I’ll follow you where you’re leading
To the first sweet taste of freedom
You got me runnin’ baby,
Wild at heart
That rebel moon is shinin’
Those stars burn like diamonds
Hell bent on chasin’ down that crazy slide
I’ll follow you where you’re leading
To the first sweet taste of freedom
You got me runnin’ baby,
You got me runnin’ baby,
Wild at heart
O-oh, alright…
++++++++++++++
Thanks to Tammi
Today would have been our 11th anniversary.
Missing you terribly today wife.
From our last vacation. Half Moon Bay in California.
Marilyn was as happy as a little girl. She wrote that in the sand with her finger and was literally chortling with glee.
My homage to my beloved wife, written on the same beach.
Taken by my friend DJ as I scattered some of Marilyn’s ashes.
Just as I threw them into the surf a seagull swooped by, inches away.
I watched it sweep, crying into the sky.
Fly high little bird.
Fly high.
Reviewing my photos so far I was struck by this shot most of all. (More of this location here)
This has been an incredibly stormy period in my life and were it not for the ‘lighthouses’ manned by my friends (Marty and Kate Beier, DJ and Martha, Todd and Rita Lockwood, etc, etc, etc!!) I would surely have crashed on the rocks.
God bless everyone who’s ‘manned the light’ and given me guidance.
The weather is clearing and I feel that soon it will be safe to raise sail once again. I refer you to this post.
Now that you and my beloved wife have all the time in the universe to get acquainted, I hope the two of you can see how much I cared for you both.
Both of you taught me lessons about courage and honesty – and how they’re inextricably linked. You both taught me about love and honor – and how one can’t flourish without the other… and how they transform your life when both are present in large measure.
I’m a better man for having had you in my life. It wasn’t always easy, but the uphill path never is. The altitude you helped me achieve has given me the persepective to see the arc of my life up to now and informed my choices going forward.
Of all the gifts I’ve received in my life, that is truly the most precious.
I wish you were here Dad… and the wishing tears at me.
I hope you’re happy wherever you are and I’m trying to be happy here without you.
The sun’s shining from a clear blue sky as I sit here in a maelstrom of voices and clattering dishes.
Life goes on, just like a river. It’s paddle or be paddled.
Another whirlwind day with DJ as wheelman. This time his wife Martha came along, trooper that she is. Eight hours and 266 photos later we crash-landed at their house in Fremont. Martha made us a lovely dinner of meatloaf and twice-baked taters. Oh my.
Here’s the evidence, errr photos! (via Flickr)
My favorite shot of the day?
Of course.
I’m wearing a shirt from Exploded128.com – to emphasize the ‘Infinite Loop’-ishness of the scene.
It was like being at Mecca. My invisible propeller-beanie was going so fast I felt light on my feet.
Started off with Grace Cathedral
Walked the Labyrinth – what a wonderful experience that is. I highly recommend it.
Then it was off to the Golden Gate – all fogged in but we still managed to get some good shots – especially from the Marin Headlands. Then we went to the Sea Mammal Rescue Center – set in some of the most beautiful countryside imaginable.
Then we circled back to SF and had lunch in Sausalito. Burgers. MMMMM.
I’m working on getting the pix from day four up, went to the Palace of the Legion of Honor and the DeYoung museums. Truly nourishment for the soul!!
burp
This post is dedicated to Diana Forest, who keeps reminding me that we’re all part of the same thing. ‘Drops in the ocean’
I saw this storefront and immediately thought of you.
All is one.
Burn brightly my loved ones.
I’m off to another day of sightseeing and fun.
Pictures from day 1 are loaded up and I’ll be pushing day two’s imagery while I’m out and about today.
At last! (wireless here is just terrible in my room)
Here’s the first batch of images!
There are a lot of duplicates and many need rotated to vertical as well as captioning. Work, work, work! I’m here to PLAY!
Note – all these images are royalty-free, use them any way you like.
The room is small but well-appointed, right down to a somewhat-battered but quite serviceable box-fan (that was oh-so-welcome since I sleep with a fan at home). The shared bathroom(s) are nicely done, also small but numerous and plenty of hot water… ahhh. These tired old bones appreciated that. Will have to try out the sauna upstairs (roof??? more later).
Only rub: wireless access on top floor wasn’t working. Desk person suggested it might be fixed today. Hope is a good thing. Meanwhile, I’m writing from the refectory (my word, not theirs) and enjoying the pleasant (and surprisingly quiet)(hangovers?) atmosphere.
Well, off to gird these loins and go forth. DJ’s busy today so I’m on my own in a strange city.
I cannot express my eagerness.
This is ‘Tag‘ and he’s an English Shepherd. Wonderful.
This unbridled bundle of joy was just what I needed to see. Life literally ‘springing up‘ – right into my face, licking me and biting at my beard. I literally laughed out loud and my heart rose up like a flower after a storm.
I hear you Didi. I hear you and see you everywhere.
-
Update – August 2nd, 2010
Tag mated with a dog at Conifer Hill (a Great Pyrenees / Anatolian Shepherd cross) and puppies resulted!
Here’s the one we adopted: Dozer There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. Edith Wharton, Vesalius in Zante
US novelist (1862 – 1937)
Note – everything in this photo is significant: The chalice holding the candle is one that’s been in Marilyn’s family for generations. The candle itself from the supply she used to heat essential oils to fragrance the house. The red-framed mirror a heart-shaped ‘Safelite Sweetheart’ promo she’d had since teens and carried in her purse. The mirror is resting on a ceramic butter dish – Marilyn adored butter. The silver frame has a grapes motif – echoing the poem on the kitchen wall that I wrote for her the day of our marriage. Everything is resting on the top of a glass-top stove she’d gotten a bargain on – she loved that stove.
An active equestrienne in her youth, Marilyn was a trained vocalist and enthusiastic guitarist, an active church member and beloved babysitter. She attended Boise State University, graduating with a Masters in Criminal Justice and a second Masters in Social Work. She volunteered in schools as a family services social worker.
She met M. Douglas Wray in 1997, and they married June 28, 1998 at Hoverhome Mansion in Longmont, CO – the first couple to be married in that historic location. They had no children. Marilyn worked at Lyons Elementary in the after-school ‘Kid Zone’ program and did organizing work for Boys and Girls Clubs of America. She attended Lyons Methodist Church in 2004. Unable to work full-time due to health issues, she was a dedicated wife and helpmate to her husband Douglas, managing his personal affairs and private consulting business with distinction and skill.
She was a gifted seamstress who created innumerable embroidered works including quilts and custom clothing. She loved sewing and her workroom was filled with excellent tools, fantastic material and happy voices. She lived to garden and do yardwork, cook and entertain her numerous friends. Hiking in the mountains was her second passion and she was famous for ‘marshalling the troops’ for a walk.
She was diagnosed with stage four lymphoma in October 2008, underwent chemotherapy and was declared in remission in April 2009. Approximately two weeks later cancer was detected in her spinal column and her condition deteriorated rapidly. She made the decision to spend her remaining time surrounded by loved ones, and departed swiftly and mercifully at 11 PM on May 14th at her home in Longmont, CO under Hospice care. Her ashes will be scattered in places dear to her, her friends and family.
She is survived by her husband Douglas, her sister Tanya Johnson of Carmel, CA, brother Vernon Golden of Boise Idaho, niece Ruth Hendrix of Rockvale, TN, brother Sonny Lawrence of Hope Sound, FL and uncle Leon Robertson of Nova Scotia. She was a proud member of the Robertson clan of Scotland and a living embodiment of their motto: Virtutis gloria merces.
Preceeded in death by her parents.
Contributions can be made in her name to:
Hospice Care of Boulder and Broomfield Counties 2594 Trailridge Drive East Lafayette, CO 80026
and
Rocky Mountain Cancer Center 7951 E. Maplewood Avenue, Suite 300 Greenwood Village, CO 80111
A chronicle of her final days can be found here.
Private services will be held on June 14th in Rocky Mountain National Park where she and her husband dearly loved to walk together.
She was a devout Christian and true believer. Carrier of the Cross – now wearer of the Crown. She is sorely missed by all.
Marilyn was the light of my life. Things got so dark when she went.
Today my Uncle Les called and we talked about life and how things went in his life after his wife Bobbie died. It was wonderfully reassurring and comforting.
Thank you Uncle Les. You’ve always been my image of the perfect husband. I’m so happy I had such an outstanding reference.
That’s all, just wanted the world to know.
December 11th, 2008
Marilyn got a hospital bed for her back, which had been really acting up before her diagnosis with lymphoma. She had been using the oxygen concentrator for some time and I’d just had cable service installed in her room. Looks just like a hospital room.
I’ve said how much -I- didn’t like being in the hospital, but the truth is, for months, she *lived* in one. And never complained.
You can see Kinky, her favorite of our two cats, ‘on guard’.
Click to enlarge image.
What a delight to meet such a great cartoonist! He did the illustrations for the program and they were a HOOT.
Stop by RCHarvey.com and join up – he’s got premium content!
(click image to enlarge — only if you are wearing absorbent clothing, don’t say I didn’t warn you)
Ohmigawd. Oh.Mah.GAWD. Accurate right down to those pesky deeply-buried top screws. siiigh… (wipes away tear)
If you drove one of the earliest Macs, this is an official ‘Holy Relic’ – and should be treated as such.
Garry Booth has created a lovely piece of artwork that any Mac Geek would be proud to have.
Good job folks!
I hope the folks at Denver Apple Pi see this soon.