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Smell the Donuts!

Friends, Discovery stokes boundless emotions. That first bike ride, somewhat out of control, when fear and freedom mix into exhilarating flight! The song that makes you dizzy trying to taste the harmonic crescendo. Infatuation that hijacks your brain with a scotch-like burn in your chest, her smiling eyes haunting your waking dreams. The palpable fear of the unknown channeled through a dark room. As a youth, I would hang agave ropes from high eucalyptus limbs and swing over creeks and ravines, I dreamed-up techniques for rotating and picked angles for jumping into the abyss for optimal effect. Good times! Age can dull the edge -- if you let it. Emotional distance protects us while preventing the fullest life experiences. If you're not careful you might lose your joie de vivre and become a grumpy old someone. Fortunately, we control our actions and reactions. We don't need to succumb to "been there done that". Do it again! There's always a new wrinkle you haven'

Golden Donuts

Friends, Yesterday I dropped my youngest off in Golden (he’ll be attending the school of mines). Although I tried to be present in the moment, I couldn’t keep my thoughts from wandering. For instance, we had lunch at the  Windy Saddle  restaurant. Cool name, right? Except, when you’re riding, the only “wind” that blows on the seat of your saddle comes from within you —I suppose fewer people would eat at the  Farty Saddle . Then there’s the Coors brewery, nestled between the North and South Table Mesas. The redundancy notwithstanding (table and mesa are synonymous), shouldn’t the cerveza go on a mesa? —not betwixt them. I suppose my old habit of making random associations is a means to cope with change. After all, the more things change, the more... they’re different. Granted, not all facets change at once, and those that have not been altered, well, they stay the same. Like donuts on a Friday morning... mmm, delicious! The Windy Saddle Happy Friday!

You load 16 donuts, what do you get?

Friends, Work. This much maligned four letter word is important and necessary. It's ubiquitous, from home work to team work to your daily work out, you really can't escape it. Need a hobby? Try woodworking, artwork or yard work. Had a bad day? It'll work itself out. Need work? Network! The average Joe sells 15% or so of his life for a paycheck (22% of waking hours). Which begs the question: what is work? Orthodox Jews have arguably removed the guesswork. They've identified 39 categories of work you must avoid during the Sabbath --and gone into some absurd level of detail for some. It's fascinating to research the 39 Melakhot  (WARNING: it's a rabbit hole that may swallow your day whole) . For instance, it appears erasing one letter is OK. Erase two letters (or cut a cake with letters on it) and, voila, you're working. Of course one of the hardest working creatures is the humble ant. Lately, it seems ants along my running trail have been practicing their do

If I had a dime for every time a sublime rhyme comes to mind...

Friends, A troubadour tread tracks, traversing the universe, trying to coerce a cursed verse. Asking the sea king, as king, to solicit an illicit listing from a nihilist specialist  –   he sought socialist stylists. Breaking bread with a bearded baker whilst imbibing beer, and other arbitrary carbs, with an arborist in dark garb, he forgot his marbles. Failing to find a rhyme of divine proportion, he took to liquor libations with a librarian –and a literal liberal. In his debauchery he watched in tacky Versace the botched Fibonacci dissolve to his anguish. So, the bard broke-out to the beach. Baking in banana boat’s blocker, our bandana-clad sunbather inadvertently bore benzene –this balm’s carcinogenic content caused the cancer it claimed to stave off. Ironic, this inquest for an iconic sonic to rule hegemonic turned so demonic. He went hasty to find a tasty pastry and after a mutant coconut donut he was newly on it. This triumphant truant knew his trove to be true! Whence his ins