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Summer in Boulder
Vampires in Boulder
On a run this morning in Boulder, I saw a stick on the ground, probably six inches long, about 3/4 of an inch thick.
The first thought that came to my mind was, “Huh, that would make a good vampire stabber.”
Any aspiring psychoanalysts want to take a crack at that one?
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The Backpacker Staff
So I’m working as an intern at Backpacker magazine this summer, and it’s pretty obvious that they’re practicing what they preach.
It’s not just the chiseled calves, deep tans and considerable amount of Patagonia attire that’s giving it away.
No.
It’s the oatmeal consumption.
I’d venture to guess that about 87 percent of the employees are eating oatmeal for breakfast, mid-morning snacks or afternoon munches … by choice.
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Parkour in Boulder
Went to a Parkour* class last night at Apex Movement, a Parkour gym way out on Arapaho Rd.
If my thighs stop burning sometime in the next decade, I’m going to be as agile as a lemur!
*If you have no idea what Parkour is, check out these videos.
The rockin’ Apex Movement guys
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God and fruit
God is brilliant. He made oranges come in those convenient, individual slices.
He made grapes bite-sized flavor bursts. And he made grapefruits into carefully partitioned halves so that you don’t really even need a bowl to eat them.
However, I firmly believe that it was Satan who made mealy apples. That jerk.
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Bathroom admonitions
So I just got up from my desk to go to the bathroom about 28 minutes ago (don’t ask questions; just read my blog) and there was a sign on the first stall saying “Broken.” But when I was just in there, the warning was gone. Either someone is trying to play a cruel joke, or the world’s most efficient plumber works for Active Interest Media.