Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Conferences
I am sitting here at the parent teacher conferences bored off my ass. We will have a number of parents tomorrow night, but it is super slow right now.
I have shaved off the beard. The catch is: I now have a mustache. It is really starting to grow on me. The muse feels twenty years older. A mustache puts me in an elite group of men that are comfortable enough to handle "the style." "The style" is the way that people "in the know" refer to their mustaches. I have noticed that men who keep their relationship with facial hair exclusive to the top lip are generally pretty comfortable in their own skin. I am looking for jeans that are too small and a zany belt buckle. A photo of Magnum Muse will be posted shortly.
I had a wonderful time in the big apple. Photos will be posted later on this week. Anthony was a wonderful host and tour guide. The highlight of the trip was a drunken muse throwing pennies at subway rats. The statue of liberty and ellis island were a treat. Central Park is like the high country with hot dog vendors. A homeless guy was going to throw hot water on us one night. Anthony and I sat club level at a Rangers/Penguins game. Why does beer always taste so good at games? I had a blast with Vince and his brother, Nick. Nick is a scholar and and the man.hanks for the sandwiches!
Upon my return to Colorado, I met a downtroddin Larry at DIA. I whisked him away for a healing session in the high country. Larry was a sniper with the .22. He won the DGS(Deadliest Gopher Sniper) on Friday. We enjoyed a number of gopher pops (Coors Light) and ingested our fair share of meat during the weekend. Larry had some employment oppurtunities, but declined a number of offers to roof and be a ranch hand. Keep on truckin' buddy.
Well, I have another 1/2 hour to go. I hate this sh*t because we have to be here until 9. OUT
I am sitting here at the parent teacher conferences bored off my ass. We will have a number of parents tomorrow night, but it is super slow right now.
I have shaved off the beard. The catch is: I now have a mustache. It is really starting to grow on me. The muse feels twenty years older. A mustache puts me in an elite group of men that are comfortable enough to handle "the style." "The style" is the way that people "in the know" refer to their mustaches. I have noticed that men who keep their relationship with facial hair exclusive to the top lip are generally pretty comfortable in their own skin. I am looking for jeans that are too small and a zany belt buckle. A photo of Magnum Muse will be posted shortly.
I had a wonderful time in the big apple. Photos will be posted later on this week. Anthony was a wonderful host and tour guide. The highlight of the trip was a drunken muse throwing pennies at subway rats. The statue of liberty and ellis island were a treat. Central Park is like the high country with hot dog vendors. A homeless guy was going to throw hot water on us one night. Anthony and I sat club level at a Rangers/Penguins game. Why does beer always taste so good at games? I had a blast with Vince and his brother, Nick. Nick is a scholar and and the man.hanks for the sandwiches!
Upon my return to Colorado, I met a downtroddin Larry at DIA. I whisked him away for a healing session in the high country. Larry was a sniper with the .22. He won the DGS(Deadliest Gopher Sniper) on Friday. We enjoyed a number of gopher pops (Coors Light) and ingested our fair share of meat during the weekend. Larry had some employment oppurtunities, but declined a number of offers to roof and be a ranch hand. Keep on truckin' buddy.
Well, I have another 1/2 hour to go. I hate this sh*t because we have to be here until 9. OUT
Friday, March 19, 2004
Finally
The grades are in for another quarter; the lesson plans are ready for my return in 9 days. That's right folks - it is spring break in the high country. In one short hour I will be heading down to Boulder for the night. I will be taking off for the Big Apple tomorrow morning. I should be there in time for a late lunch tomorrow. I am excited to meet up with Anthony this weekend.
I am flying back here on Wednesday. LC will be meeting me at the airport and coming to the high country for a visit. I think we will manage to have little fun. I have to get a brick of .22 shells for the slaughter next week. He has some things on his mind. Hopefully, he will forget his woes while he is here.
I am going to run...HOLLA
out
The grades are in for another quarter; the lesson plans are ready for my return in 9 days. That's right folks - it is spring break in the high country. In one short hour I will be heading down to Boulder for the night. I will be taking off for the Big Apple tomorrow morning. I should be there in time for a late lunch tomorrow. I am excited to meet up with Anthony this weekend.
I am flying back here on Wednesday. LC will be meeting me at the airport and coming to the high country for a visit. I think we will manage to have little fun. I have to get a brick of .22 shells for the slaughter next week. He has some things on his mind. Hopefully, he will forget his woes while he is here.
I am going to run...HOLLA
out
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Thanks Todd
I am trying something new here. Time to mount a photo of the muse hard at work. I have been going for the Nordic look for most of the winter.
I am trying something new here. Time to mount a photo of the muse hard at work. I have been going for the Nordic look for most of the winter.
A Great End for One - A Crappy Finale for Another
Last night was one of the most interesting evenings I have had for quite awhile in the high country. I was watching the Avalanche game with a fresh Old Milwaukee when the phone rang. It was Leo's(a good buddy o' mine) wife. She informed me that the ambulance had taken Leo to the hospital in Steamboat. This means the hospital here could not handle it. She picked me up and we made the 50 minute venture.
Anyway, Leo had shoulder surgery last weekend and has been home taking care of himself. He went out to feed his dogs yesterday, fell down, and could not breathe. He went to the ER here, and they told him it might be blood clot and he could die. Jackie, his wife, had her students in Denver for a field trip. She and I drove down there worried sick. All was well when we got there, Leo was ready to go, and we found out that it was just muscle contractions.
We went to a steakhouse to celebrate because Leo is not dead. When we left Steamboat, Leo had to stop at two gas stations and shit. After the second stop, there is nothing for 45 miles(until you get to Kremmling). Leo had to stop at the top of Rabbit Ears Pass to take a poo. Luckily, we had paper in the vehicle. Leo took a huge poo outside of the truck while I sat in the back seat and relaxed. Leo jumped back in the truck.
All of a sudden a fox came out of nowhere and tackled the toliet paper that Leo had just wiped his ass with. The fox turned and gave all in the vehicle a nasty look. The wily fox thought he had cornered a foolish snow hare, and it just turned out to be a shitty piece of toilet paper. We laughed our asses off.
Moral of the Story:
Sometimes, when you think you are getting a free lunch, it just turns out someone else is shitting on you.
Last night was one of the most interesting evenings I have had for quite awhile in the high country. I was watching the Avalanche game with a fresh Old Milwaukee when the phone rang. It was Leo's(a good buddy o' mine) wife. She informed me that the ambulance had taken Leo to the hospital in Steamboat. This means the hospital here could not handle it. She picked me up and we made the 50 minute venture.
Anyway, Leo had shoulder surgery last weekend and has been home taking care of himself. He went out to feed his dogs yesterday, fell down, and could not breathe. He went to the ER here, and they told him it might be blood clot and he could die. Jackie, his wife, had her students in Denver for a field trip. She and I drove down there worried sick. All was well when we got there, Leo was ready to go, and we found out that it was just muscle contractions.
We went to a steakhouse to celebrate because Leo is not dead. When we left Steamboat, Leo had to stop at two gas stations and shit. After the second stop, there is nothing for 45 miles(until you get to Kremmling). Leo had to stop at the top of Rabbit Ears Pass to take a poo. Luckily, we had paper in the vehicle. Leo took a huge poo outside of the truck while I sat in the back seat and relaxed. Leo jumped back in the truck.
All of a sudden a fox came out of nowhere and tackled the toliet paper that Leo had just wiped his ass with. The fox turned and gave all in the vehicle a nasty look. The wily fox thought he had cornered a foolish snow hare, and it just turned out to be a shitty piece of toilet paper. We laughed our asses off.
Moral of the Story:
Sometimes, when you think you are getting a free lunch, it just turns out someone else is shitting on you.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Let Down
What a let down. It is always hard to recover from the Ides of March. I celebrated by having a buffalo chicken sandwich and a couple o' coors lights. Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. I will have a brief celebration after work.
I remember the St. Patty's Day I spent in Ireland. It was right in the middle of the Hoof and Mouth scare so all the festivities were cancelled. I sat in a pub with a crew of friends and ingested numerous cocktails. We had a little parade of our own, but it lacked the luster of a normal parade.
I know that many of you have had the pleasure to view Larry's adventure to the Emerald Isle. I am certain that numerous days can be subtracted off my lifespan because of those days. My two favorite memories from Larry's visit:
1. Shaving our heads together in Galway. On special occasions, lc and I tend to cleave our heads at the same time.
2. Throwing up on the shores of LaHinch. Larry and I were enjoying some off sale Heiniken on the beach when the 20 beers I had already ingested decided to make a seaside appearance. There were about 20 kids watching me hurl on the rocks.
Larry claims that he would have spent about 150 dollars had we not been drinking our faces off. Sometimes I miss the Emerald Isle.
I just got word about my summer plans. I will again be heading to exotic locales to do standing seam medal roofing. Looks like I will either be in Hawaii or Diego Garcia. I am hoping that it will be the Hawaii option. If we do go to Diego, we plan to revisit Kwajalein. I worked in Kwaj two years ago; it is another place I love to miss.
What a let down. It is always hard to recover from the Ides of March. I celebrated by having a buffalo chicken sandwich and a couple o' coors lights. Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. I will have a brief celebration after work.
I remember the St. Patty's Day I spent in Ireland. It was right in the middle of the Hoof and Mouth scare so all the festivities were cancelled. I sat in a pub with a crew of friends and ingested numerous cocktails. We had a little parade of our own, but it lacked the luster of a normal parade.
I know that many of you have had the pleasure to view Larry's adventure to the Emerald Isle. I am certain that numerous days can be subtracted off my lifespan because of those days. My two favorite memories from Larry's visit:
1. Shaving our heads together in Galway. On special occasions, lc and I tend to cleave our heads at the same time.
2. Throwing up on the shores of LaHinch. Larry and I were enjoying some off sale Heiniken on the beach when the 20 beers I had already ingested decided to make a seaside appearance. There were about 20 kids watching me hurl on the rocks.
Larry claims that he would have spent about 150 dollars had we not been drinking our faces off. Sometimes I miss the Emerald Isle.
I just got word about my summer plans. I will again be heading to exotic locales to do standing seam medal roofing. Looks like I will either be in Hawaii or Diego Garcia. I am hoping that it will be the Hawaii option. If we do go to Diego, we plan to revisit Kwajalein. I worked in Kwaj two years ago; it is another place I love to miss.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Beware the Ides of March
Caesar: "The ides of March are come.
Soothsayer: "Ay, Caesar, but not gone."
Today is the ides of March for those of you that do not know. The ides of March simply means the 15th of March. Larry and I have birthdays that fall near the ides of July. When the conspirators slew Caesar, they gave the ides a bad name.
There are a few lessons from this play:
1. When a soothsayer talks, you should listen. Blind freaky guys generally know what they are talking about. The soothsayer was the Steven Hawking of Rome.
2. When your wife has dreams about your slaughter, take a day off work. Pay special attention to this warning if it is expressed around the same time you run into a soothsayer.
I had an awesome weekend. I caught a 7 pound rainbow trout on Saturday. I had a wonderful day on the Colorado river with a couple of buddies. Yesterday, I went to a game farm and shot pheasants. It was a blast to watch the dogs work. We killed birds and then had a few cold ones at the Parshall Inn.
A message to the anti-hunter:
I hunt because it is fun, and I enjoy killing shit.
I hope everyone has a wonderful ides of March.
Caesar: "The ides of March are come.
Soothsayer: "Ay, Caesar, but not gone."
Today is the ides of March for those of you that do not know. The ides of March simply means the 15th of March. Larry and I have birthdays that fall near the ides of July. When the conspirators slew Caesar, they gave the ides a bad name.
There are a few lessons from this play:
1. When a soothsayer talks, you should listen. Blind freaky guys generally know what they are talking about. The soothsayer was the Steven Hawking of Rome.
2. When your wife has dreams about your slaughter, take a day off work. Pay special attention to this warning if it is expressed around the same time you run into a soothsayer.
I had an awesome weekend. I caught a 7 pound rainbow trout on Saturday. I had a wonderful day on the Colorado river with a couple of buddies. Yesterday, I went to a game farm and shot pheasants. It was a blast to watch the dogs work. We killed birds and then had a few cold ones at the Parshall Inn.
A message to the anti-hunter:
I hunt because it is fun, and I enjoy killing shit.
I hope everyone has a wonderful ides of March.
Friday, March 12, 2004
The Muse in New Mexico
I received a phone call last night from Jean-Paul at the admissions offices of St. John's College in Santa Fe. I have been accepted to the Great Books Program. I will be working towards an M.A. in Liberal Arts starting next fall.
In other news, John McDermott is here at WGHS today. He is specialist in differentiation. Differentiation is code word for stupid educational bullshit. If you play songs on a guitar and have kids do stupid projects, it will enhance learning and yield better test scores. I looked through the CSAP and was unable to find the section on middle aged men playing shitty folk songs to high school kids. I thought this philosophy was eclipsed after Head of the Class was cancelled. Anyway, this clown will be in my room next hour to tell me how I can harness the attention of 16-18 year-olds. Maybe I will sing a song about pot and X-box. Yeah, I will dress just like Outkast.
I am pumped. I am hunting pheasents tomorrow morning and fishing tomorrow afternoon. It should be a relaxing weekend. I will be in New York next weekend.
Tony, tell the big apple that the muse will be en route Saturday morning.
I received a phone call last night from Jean-Paul at the admissions offices of St. John's College in Santa Fe. I have been accepted to the Great Books Program. I will be working towards an M.A. in Liberal Arts starting next fall.
In other news, John McDermott is here at WGHS today. He is specialist in differentiation. Differentiation is code word for stupid educational bullshit. If you play songs on a guitar and have kids do stupid projects, it will enhance learning and yield better test scores. I looked through the CSAP and was unable to find the section on middle aged men playing shitty folk songs to high school kids. I thought this philosophy was eclipsed after Head of the Class was cancelled. Anyway, this clown will be in my room next hour to tell me how I can harness the attention of 16-18 year-olds. Maybe I will sing a song about pot and X-box. Yeah, I will dress just like Outkast.
I am pumped. I am hunting pheasents tomorrow morning and fishing tomorrow afternoon. It should be a relaxing weekend. I will be in New York next weekend.
Tony, tell the big apple that the muse will be en route Saturday morning.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Colorado Required Aptitude Procedure
We are smack dab in the middle of the CSAP tests this week. I am having the fortunate experience to proctor twenty eager test takers. Standardized testing is a joke. As far as leave no child behind laws...A number of students should be left behind. If we are ahead, and we bring these people from behind to the lead of said pack, then there will no longer be a behind. Society will be caught in this weird limbo, stuck in mediocrity. It will be like a Yanni concert playing over and over again. We will all be stuck in a TGIFridays Applebees world where we think they are fancy restaurants, but it is just glorified fast food with 22 ounce beers.
Each year when I look at these tests I am reassured that my tax dollar is going to the right place. It is so nice that scholars develop these tests to tell us things we already know. The highest scores are generally in affluent areas. Most schools, like WGHS, are right in the middle - we have good years and bad years. These tests were designed to be DIAGNOSTIC tools, not indication for funding. The data we get is pretty worthless because it does not reach us until late the following fall. Also, we are a small school so one good or bad egg can have a profound effect on the scores. For example, my first year teaching the freshmen I had scored the highest ever on their test(in this district). The reason: the class happens to have a ton of average/above average students as well as three geniuses. There are only 45 kids in that class. My superintendent brought me in his office and told me how great I was...
Bottom line with this stuff: Anyone with basic knowledge of statistics knows the test data is bogus. Also, there is no incentive for the student to take the test. The brilliant folks who develop this test used the European and Asian models. Their tests work a bit different. Why do kids in other countries kill themselves over these tests? Because the outcome determines the rest of their lives. The Irish leaving cert. determines if you go to a univerisity, a college, or a trade school. That is all they have.
We are wasting a ton of money. If I want new books, I fight tooth and nail. If I want anything related to testing, it is given to me. People who have never had the opportunity to stand in front of a classroom should not tell me how to do my job. You want schools run like businesses? Then let me throw out 20 percent of my students, and you will see the best scores ever. God! No child left behind pisses me off.
We are smack dab in the middle of the CSAP tests this week. I am having the fortunate experience to proctor twenty eager test takers. Standardized testing is a joke. As far as leave no child behind laws...A number of students should be left behind. If we are ahead, and we bring these people from behind to the lead of said pack, then there will no longer be a behind. Society will be caught in this weird limbo, stuck in mediocrity. It will be like a Yanni concert playing over and over again. We will all be stuck in a TGIFridays Applebees world where we think they are fancy restaurants, but it is just glorified fast food with 22 ounce beers.
Each year when I look at these tests I am reassured that my tax dollar is going to the right place. It is so nice that scholars develop these tests to tell us things we already know. The highest scores are generally in affluent areas. Most schools, like WGHS, are right in the middle - we have good years and bad years. These tests were designed to be DIAGNOSTIC tools, not indication for funding. The data we get is pretty worthless because it does not reach us until late the following fall. Also, we are a small school so one good or bad egg can have a profound effect on the scores. For example, my first year teaching the freshmen I had scored the highest ever on their test(in this district). The reason: the class happens to have a ton of average/above average students as well as three geniuses. There are only 45 kids in that class. My superintendent brought me in his office and told me how great I was...
Bottom line with this stuff: Anyone with basic knowledge of statistics knows the test data is bogus. Also, there is no incentive for the student to take the test. The brilliant folks who develop this test used the European and Asian models. Their tests work a bit different. Why do kids in other countries kill themselves over these tests? Because the outcome determines the rest of their lives. The Irish leaving cert. determines if you go to a univerisity, a college, or a trade school. That is all they have.
We are wasting a ton of money. If I want new books, I fight tooth and nail. If I want anything related to testing, it is given to me. People who have never had the opportunity to stand in front of a classroom should not tell me how to do my job. You want schools run like businesses? Then let me throw out 20 percent of my students, and you will see the best scores ever. God! No child left behind pisses me off.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
A Piece of the High Country
I need to start out with a formal apology to Lars for making fun of NASCAR on Wolf's blog. We have more rednecks in Kremmling per capita than anywhere else in the country, and NASCAR is also well loved here in the high country. I did think that my Dale Earnhardt joke was quite witty. However, I would be killed in many circles for that humorous quip. Lars and Scott, I bet there are more rednecks in my workplace than yours.
How many times have:
1. Students walked in with cow poo on their boots?
2. Placenta somewhere on their clothes (calving starts soon)?
3. I shot a deer before work and I am a teacher!
4. Ty Murray and Steven Seagal were both caught poaching here?
5. My students make fun of my truck because it is too small - it is a full size, but it lacks duallees and a diesel engine. Many times they ask me how I would pull a horse trailor.
If you do not believe me, check out the Kremmling website. I took the mountain biking photos in the gallery.
The CU scandal has suddenly been overshadowed by the Steve Moore injury at the hands of Todd Bertuzzi in Vancouver on Monday night. I was watching the game, and I have to say that it is the second most disturbing thing I have seen on a sheet of ice behind The Lion King and Beauty and the Beast(a disney presentation on ice, held in Cork, Ireland - we took the kids as part of a field trip). A little background on the muse - I did my student teaching in Ireland.
I think that the NHL has themselves backed into a corner here. A lockout is almost a guarentee, and the NHL PA is slowly losing ground to stand on. I think that this incident serves as a setback to acquiring a national tv contract. Gary Bettemen will not throw the book at the all-star Beruzzi who was second in league for goal scoring last year. I am guessing that Bertuzzi will receive a 20 game suspension. Wow! I think that breaking a man's neck on a cheap shot from behind is a big deal. The Canucks have realistic shot at the cup, and Bertuzzi should be back by the second. We will know after the hearing in Toronto today. Why does Larry always call me in the middle of the night? I think that he should move to the east coast, then he would make phone calls at a reasonable time.
Take it to the Streets...the real reason the NHL is going to hell in a handbasket starts with a D and ends with las...the teams logo sounds like...sars.
I need to start out with a formal apology to Lars for making fun of NASCAR on Wolf's blog. We have more rednecks in Kremmling per capita than anywhere else in the country, and NASCAR is also well loved here in the high country. I did think that my Dale Earnhardt joke was quite witty. However, I would be killed in many circles for that humorous quip. Lars and Scott, I bet there are more rednecks in my workplace than yours.
How many times have:
1. Students walked in with cow poo on their boots?
2. Placenta somewhere on their clothes (calving starts soon)?
3. I shot a deer before work and I am a teacher!
4. Ty Murray and Steven Seagal were both caught poaching here?
5. My students make fun of my truck because it is too small - it is a full size, but it lacks duallees and a diesel engine. Many times they ask me how I would pull a horse trailor.
If you do not believe me, check out the Kremmling website. I took the mountain biking photos in the gallery.
The CU scandal has suddenly been overshadowed by the Steve Moore injury at the hands of Todd Bertuzzi in Vancouver on Monday night. I was watching the game, and I have to say that it is the second most disturbing thing I have seen on a sheet of ice behind The Lion King and Beauty and the Beast(a disney presentation on ice, held in Cork, Ireland - we took the kids as part of a field trip). A little background on the muse - I did my student teaching in Ireland.
I think that the NHL has themselves backed into a corner here. A lockout is almost a guarentee, and the NHL PA is slowly losing ground to stand on. I think that this incident serves as a setback to acquiring a national tv contract. Gary Bettemen will not throw the book at the all-star Beruzzi who was second in league for goal scoring last year. I am guessing that Bertuzzi will receive a 20 game suspension. Wow! I think that breaking a man's neck on a cheap shot from behind is a big deal. The Canucks have realistic shot at the cup, and Bertuzzi should be back by the second. We will know after the hearing in Toronto today. Why does Larry always call me in the middle of the night? I think that he should move to the east coast, then he would make phone calls at a reasonable time.
Take it to the Streets...the real reason the NHL is going to hell in a handbasket starts with a D and ends with las...the teams logo sounds like...sars.
Monday, March 08, 2004
Cattle Kings
We had our Rocky Mountain Youth Hockey League Tournament this weekend in Eagle, Colorado. I did not run into Kobe, but my hockey team did quite well. We ended up winning four of five games and taking the consolation title. I will put in the link to the newspaper article tomorrow. We defeated Breckenridge on Friday night, lost a heartbreaker to Gunnison(the #1 team in the state and winner of the tournament) on Saturday morning. We then won three straight on Sunday defeating Steamboat, Glenwood Springs, and finally Telluride for the consolation title.
I really enjoy writing articles for the paper because I always quote myself. I also love yelling at refs. My best line after a bad call this weekend: "what is that, two minutes for being good? It is not John's fault that kid cannot keep his head up. Call it both ways McClean. This is horseshit!" The evil ref responded, "this is your warning coach, one more time and you are out."
It was good fun. I am back at work and not all that happy about it.
We had our Rocky Mountain Youth Hockey League Tournament this weekend in Eagle, Colorado. I did not run into Kobe, but my hockey team did quite well. We ended up winning four of five games and taking the consolation title. I will put in the link to the newspaper article tomorrow. We defeated Breckenridge on Friday night, lost a heartbreaker to Gunnison(the #1 team in the state and winner of the tournament) on Saturday morning. We then won three straight on Sunday defeating Steamboat, Glenwood Springs, and finally Telluride for the consolation title.
I really enjoy writing articles for the paper because I always quote myself. I also love yelling at refs. My best line after a bad call this weekend: "what is that, two minutes for being good? It is not John's fault that kid cannot keep his head up. Call it both ways McClean. This is horseshit!" The evil ref responded, "this is your warning coach, one more time and you are out."
It was good fun. I am back at work and not all that happy about it.
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
My Favorite Kremmling Story Ever
I ran into our old maintence guy at lunch today. Jay, the maintence guy, and the muse used to drink a few beers and do some fishing together. Anyway, I was walking home from work one Friday last year and I saw this blue van screaming at me. It was Jay; he told me to hop in so he could give me a lift. He was quite intoxicated already, so I cracked the can of Busch he gave me. We then proceeded to scream around the alleys of Kremmling drinking beer. We drank a bunch of beers in his van and then went back to his place. He lives in the basement of this old lady's house. He has a ton of cool stuff down there. We kept on drinking beers and looking at stuff.
I realized that I was super hammered. All of a sudden, he lights the candles on his kitchen table. He hands me a pellet gun, and tells me to shoot out the flame. We were shooting across his living room into his kitchen. Jay then decided that the pellet gun was not powerful enough, so he grabbed a .22 caliber rifle. I ended up shooting the flame out of the candle and doing about 1200 dollars worth of damage to his kitchen. We shot the shit out of his back wall. Who says that alcohol and firearms do not mix? The story does not do this experience justice. It was top five craziest nights of my life. These zany mountain folks crack me up. Anthony, can we shot guns in your apartment? Studio?
I ran into our old maintence guy at lunch today. Jay, the maintence guy, and the muse used to drink a few beers and do some fishing together. Anyway, I was walking home from work one Friday last year and I saw this blue van screaming at me. It was Jay; he told me to hop in so he could give me a lift. He was quite intoxicated already, so I cracked the can of Busch he gave me. We then proceeded to scream around the alleys of Kremmling drinking beer. We drank a bunch of beers in his van and then went back to his place. He lives in the basement of this old lady's house. He has a ton of cool stuff down there. We kept on drinking beers and looking at stuff.
I realized that I was super hammered. All of a sudden, he lights the candles on his kitchen table. He hands me a pellet gun, and tells me to shoot out the flame. We were shooting across his living room into his kitchen. Jay then decided that the pellet gun was not powerful enough, so he grabbed a .22 caliber rifle. I ended up shooting the flame out of the candle and doing about 1200 dollars worth of damage to his kitchen. We shot the shit out of his back wall. Who says that alcohol and firearms do not mix? The story does not do this experience justice. It was top five craziest nights of my life. These zany mountain folks crack me up. Anthony, can we shot guns in your apartment? Studio?
The Reporter
Check out this link and read my article from last weekend's hockey games. The headline was the brainchild of the paper's editor. My pen name is NoDak; notice how I quote myself in the article. Allow myself to introduce myself.
Check out this link and read my article from last weekend's hockey games. The headline was the brainchild of the paper's editor. My pen name is NoDak; notice how I quote myself in the article. Allow myself to introduce myself.
Gielgud and the Doctor's Wife
Kudos to Todd for getting the comments rolling. I just finished act III of Julius Ceasar with my sophomores. We have been watching the 1953 version with Marlon Brando as Marc Antony and Sir John Gielgud as Cassius. Gielgud would later go on to play Ceasar in the 1970 NRA version with Charleton Heston. Brando is super badass in this version, and I often find myself laughing out loud. When he is talking to the commoners after the murder of Ceasar in scene ii, he makes the comment, "Bear with me;/ My heart is in the coffin there with Ceasar,/And I must pause till it come back to me. He sounds just like the Godfather. He has many other shining moments in the film. If you ever have time to kill, check out some of these old movies.
If Dylan checks out that Gielgud link, I am sure that the Filter will be on ebay looking for one of actor's shirts.
The CU sex scandal is still hot and heavy. The rapist wrote a letter to the female kicker that he raped. What a lovely gestures. I wrote letters to all the out of work strippers in Boulder; I told them they have a place to crash in the high country until this little scuffle blows over. I heard that CU has been planning on replacing coach Barnett with former Gophers head basketball coach Clem Haskins. When asked for comment, Haskins replied,"coach Barnett knows nothing about scandal; they did not even mention strippers during my scandal."
I have to go to Breckenridge tonight. I wish I was going to party with some lonely doctor's wife, but instead I have to coach hockey.
Kudos to Todd for getting the comments rolling. I just finished act III of Julius Ceasar with my sophomores. We have been watching the 1953 version with Marlon Brando as Marc Antony and Sir John Gielgud as Cassius. Gielgud would later go on to play Ceasar in the 1970 NRA version with Charleton Heston. Brando is super badass in this version, and I often find myself laughing out loud. When he is talking to the commoners after the murder of Ceasar in scene ii, he makes the comment, "Bear with me;/ My heart is in the coffin there with Ceasar,/And I must pause till it come back to me. He sounds just like the Godfather. He has many other shining moments in the film. If you ever have time to kill, check out some of these old movies.
If Dylan checks out that Gielgud link, I am sure that the Filter will be on ebay looking for one of actor's shirts.
The CU sex scandal is still hot and heavy. The rapist wrote a letter to the female kicker that he raped. What a lovely gestures. I wrote letters to all the out of work strippers in Boulder; I told them they have a place to crash in the high country until this little scuffle blows over. I heard that CU has been planning on replacing coach Barnett with former Gophers head basketball coach Clem Haskins. When asked for comment, Haskins replied,"coach Barnett knows nothing about scandal; they did not even mention strippers during my scandal."
I have to go to Breckenridge tonight. I wish I was going to party with some lonely doctor's wife, but instead I have to coach hockey.
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Happy Tuesday
Anthony K. is the winner of the t-shirt of his choice for correctly answering yesterday's trivia. He has decided to go for the Kremmling Cattle King shirt opposed to the WGHS fare. Krom is the god of Conan for all you trivia buffs out there. I really hope that Mel Gibson will tackle the difficult subject of Krom and Conan's woman. How did Conan's woman end up on one side of Krom, and Conan on the other? What were the last twelve hours of life of Conan's woman like? What was the language like before the seas sunk Atlantis? I think Mel Gibson is the only one who has enough money, and balls, to pursue this project. I think that the politically savvy Janeane Garafolo should play the part of Conan's woman. The infamous Sho Kasuki as Krom, and Minot's own Josh Duhmal as Conan.
I did buy Conan the Barbarian on DVD. It is an anniversary edition: SWEET!
We are super far behind on snowpack. At this rate we will not be able to flush our toilets this summer. Speaking of this summer, my buddy Lars will be getting married in Michigan. A number of you may remember him. That is all from the high country at this time.
Anthony K. is the winner of the t-shirt of his choice for correctly answering yesterday's trivia. He has decided to go for the Kremmling Cattle King shirt opposed to the WGHS fare. Krom is the god of Conan for all you trivia buffs out there. I really hope that Mel Gibson will tackle the difficult subject of Krom and Conan's woman. How did Conan's woman end up on one side of Krom, and Conan on the other? What were the last twelve hours of life of Conan's woman like? What was the language like before the seas sunk Atlantis? I think Mel Gibson is the only one who has enough money, and balls, to pursue this project. I think that the politically savvy Janeane Garafolo should play the part of Conan's woman. The infamous Sho Kasuki as Krom, and Minot's own Josh Duhmal as Conan.
I did buy Conan the Barbarian on DVD. It is an anniversary edition: SWEET!
We are super far behind on snowpack. At this rate we will not be able to flush our toilets this summer. Speaking of this summer, my buddy Lars will be getting married in Michigan. A number of you may remember him. That is all from the high country at this time.
Monday, March 01, 2004
The Passion of Krom
The first person to correctly identify krom will win a WGHS t-shirt. Oh...what a weekend. The Kremmling Cattle King Midget Hockey Team, under the direction of General Muse, beat the number two team in the state. We are rocking into the state tournament in Vail next weekend with some needed confidence. If anyone is in neighborhood, come by and watch.
In other news...I have finally submitted all my stuff to St. John's College. I will know in three weeks if they accept me. The great books program looks like it would be right up my alley.
I tried to watch the Oscars last night. Waste of time? The only film that I saw this year that was nominated was Lost in Translation. For you loyal readers of this blog, you all already know how I feel about that monkeys**t that sofia c. calls a movie. Where were the nominations for Old School. Maybe that was last year.
The first person to correctly identify krom will win a WGHS t-shirt. Oh...what a weekend. The Kremmling Cattle King Midget Hockey Team, under the direction of General Muse, beat the number two team in the state. We are rocking into the state tournament in Vail next weekend with some needed confidence. If anyone is in neighborhood, come by and watch.
In other news...I have finally submitted all my stuff to St. John's College. I will know in three weeks if they accept me. The great books program looks like it would be right up my alley.
I tried to watch the Oscars last night. Waste of time? The only film that I saw this year that was nominated was Lost in Translation. For you loyal readers of this blog, you all already know how I feel about that monkeys**t that sofia c. calls a movie. Where were the nominations for Old School. Maybe that was last year.
