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free spirit, lover of red wine, bacon, sushi, the ocean, and adventure. I work in the legal field, do freelance writing, and take care of children.

On the first snow

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I’ve felt that feeling of glorious beginning only a few times in my life, but I can still remember the first moment for all of them.
It’s never a complete memory, just a glimpse, a snapshot.
You will never feel the way you do in that moment ever again. There will be highs, lows, the muddling about in between, but there is never anything so pure as the singular realization of possibility.

Today, I was too busy to write about how I feel about fall. About the way the light looks different now than it did a month ago, how the sun shines on crisp leaves. I wanted to show you the leaves blowing across the road, skipping along and settling. I wanted you to feel what I felt. Color set against the gray light. Beauty in the beginning of the end. (The beginning of anything is always the beginning of the end.)

It is one of those glimpses, a moment slipping away before the barren winter arrives.

Tonight is that feeling. Tonight is full of possibilities. Tonight, you don’t see it coming; you can’t; you’re too excited. It’ll stay like that forever.

The first snow is the best snow. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it and covers you before you have a chance to take it in. You sit by the window. You stare. You watch the flakes fall. You could watch for hours, you’re enamored. You want it to last forever – your childhood is calling. You see snowball fights and snow forts, your yellow kitchen table and mugs of hot chocolate.

You forget the frostbitten toes and pink cheeks. You forget the feeling of wet wool socks. Now, all you can see is the glittering, the snow falling through the eyes of the street lights. You forget that you’ve forgotten to pull you windshield wipers away from your car; that your winter jacket hasn’t been to the cleaners; that you’re going to be late for work.

The snow will turn black, eventually. It will melt away until the misshapen clumps become eyesores. You’ll ache for fresh flowers. You’ll hate how empty the trees are. Autumn fades before you know it, giving way to the endless winter. Just as you think you’re about to go mad with want of life, spring arrives to save you.

You feel the rush all over again. Love is the first day you run barefoot outside, only to realize the ground is still frozen underneath the spreading warmth.

Potential.

Either that, or six more weeks of winter.

On Tim Tebow (ugh)

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I’m not the biggest Tim Tebow fan, that’s no big secret. But this blog is all about him: 

Article number one is from the Huffington Post and article number two is from Grantland. Enjoy!

Tim Tebow, Denver Broncos Quarterback And Focus On The Family Spokesperson, Kisses Demaryius Thomas

First Posted: 10/24/11 12:44 PM ET Updated: 10/25/11 11:54 AM ET

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Although Tim Tebow filmed a Superbowl commercialin 2010 for the anti-gay, anti-abortion organizationFocus On The Family (FOTF), he seems to have no problem sharing a male-on-male lip-lock in front of thousands (millions?) of onlookers.
On Sunday, the Denver Broncos quarterback kissed Demaryius Thomas after Thomas caught a touchdown pass. The Broncos went on to beat the Dolphins 18-15.
Towleroad noted that this wasn’t the first time Tebow, who has been referred to as the “Bieber of Football,”shared a same-sex kiss on the field: Tebow waspecked by University of Florida teammate Tony Joiner a few years ago.
Tebow’s feelings about homosexuality and gay marriage remain unclear. This summer, when asked about gay marriage by The Washington Post, his publicist jumped in and rejected the question. But, considering his ties to FOTF, he’s probably not about to announce he’s coming out of the closet (or would support those who have) — but who knows?
Still, if an NFL quarterback and card-carrying member of FOTF wants to go around very publicly kissing other men on the mouth, we’re OK with that.

[I don’t think that even counts as a kiss. I’m pretty sure I’ve accidentally brushed lips against a few people in my life without meaning to. It was basically a millisecond of brush – as though they were both going in for the same side of the hug. There’s no reason it should be news.]

Debunking the Tim Tebow Myth

If you think the Broncos’ new starting quarterback has finally earned the right to be treated like NFL royalty, you probably don’t want to read this breakdown

By Bill BarnwellPOSTED OCTOBER 24, 2011

“Congrats to @TimTebow for that comeback win today. Impressive! He’s just a winner.”
— @KingJames, who knows about guys who just win when he sees them.
Far be it from us to ruin an admittedly great story, but let’s be real about the Tim Tebow plaudits being thrown around after the Broncos’ 18-15 comeback over the Dolphins on Sunday. Tebow certainly deserves some of the credit, but not the massive outpouring of praise that is being thrown his way.
The Win Probability chart at advancednflstats.com for this game tells the true story of what happened. When Tebow took over on his own 20-yard line down 15 points with 5:23 left, both Broncos and Dolphins fans were leaving the stadium in Miami, and they weren’t wrong to do so. The Broncos’ chances of winning were estimated to be around 1 percent. Tebow proceeded to lead his most impressive drive of the day, going 80 yards in eight plays, throwing a five-yard touchdown pass to Demaryius Thomas.
For all that work, the Broncos’ chances of winning had improved all the way to … 2 percent. Teams with an eight-point lead that are about to receive the kickoff simply don’t lose very frequently; it takes an expected onside kick to pick it up, and teams recover expected onside kicks only about 20 percent of the time. When the Broncos were able to recover the kick, their win expectancy improved to 12 percent; the onside kick was six times more valuable than Tebow’s drive. If that figure seems low, consider that the Broncos still needed to drive 50 yards, score, pick up a two-point conversion, and then win in overtime. They had momentum in their favor, but so have plenty of other teams in this scenario who haven’t been able to pick up the W.
Tebow then proceeded to take advantage of a short field. Starting on his own 44-yard line, Tebow drove the team 56 yards in 10 plays, highlighted by a gorgeous 28-yard throw to (and equally impressive catch from) Daniel Fells. After that, Denver converted the two-pointer on a Tebow run1 and the Broncos’ win expectancy was pushed all the way up to 46 percent. They’d made an incredible comeback, but they were still underdogs heading into overtime.
After they won the overtime coin toss and traded possessions with the Broncos, the Dolphins remained favorites. When Daniel Thomas converted a second-and-2 to give the Dolphins a new set of downs on their own 43-yard line, the Dolphins only needed to travel about 25 more yards to pick up a game-winning field goal. They win an estimated 67 percent of the time in that situation.
That, of course, led to the final dramatic swing. Broncos linebacker D.J. Williams sacked Matt Moore on the ensuing play, producing a single-play swing that was bigger than any of Tebow’s drives. The Broncos went from a win expectancy of 33 percent to 78 percent by recovering the fumble, and while they proceeded to gain only two yards on the subsequent drive, they converted another short field into points to win the game.
On Sunday, Tim Tebow was given a total of 15 possessions. Four of them started with 56 yards or less to go for an offensive touchdown. Not coincidentally, of the four, three were his final three drives, and he produced a total of 11 points on those drives. His other 11 drives all started deep in his own territory, with six of them beginning on the 20-yard line and only one beyond the 25 (a drive that started on the Miami 41 that resulted in a missed field goal). Ten of those drives resulted in eight punts, a missed field goal, and a fumble. They gained, on average, less than 12 yards.
This isn’t a one-week trend, either. When he came in against the Chargers last Sunday, Tebow started with three consecutive drives inside his own 31-yard line. The Broncos punted on all three drives. On the ensuing two possessions, though, Tebow started from his own 49-yard line and the San Diego 41-yard line. With the short fields, he proceeded to score two touchdowns. It can’t be much simpler.
A lot of what we’re crediting to Tim Tebow is actually the impact of things that are totally out of his control, a combination of field position, defensive turnovers, and a miracle on special teams. He deserves some of the plaudits that have come his way over the past two Sundays. Just not all of them.


On Bullshit

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It’s always the same conversation. You’re at a bar. It’s happy hour. You’re holding a gin and tonic that you wish you could just drink in peace. The people around you are annoying or maybe they’re only that way because you’re annoyed. Whatever.

You start talking to someone. Blah blah blah, my name is so and so, who are you, what do you do? I realize that the career question is important for gauging quite a bit of information about a person, but it’s also the biggest chance for filler. Some people immediately jump into a detailed description, including that inflated job title. Some people are more demure. Some pretend to be interested in what you do.

The responses are all bullshit. 

I spend most of my happy hour conversations bullshitting right along with them and listening to people drop their technical terms like it’s going to make them sound, seem, or even be more important. (I did just begin to type “impotent”, I wonder if that was my subconscious trying to make a point.)

I love the implied importance, the illusion of grandeur, the self-delusion.

This is where successful people are forged. Either you can hack it as a bullshitter or you can’t. Your ability to bullshit directly correlates to your ability to work under pressure. It’s not a bad quality; it’s just funny that so much of the human race relies on it for basic communication.

P.S. I was at Target a few months ago and there was a little girl (seriously, no more than four years old) walking down the aisle just whispering “bullshit, bullshit, bullshit” under her breath. It was so adorable. But it made me worry about her media consumption/home environment. 

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(sidenote:)
My boss is super rad. We were demonstrating our product for a potential client last week, and when the guy on the other end made a couple of disparaging remarks about women, my boss stepped up and told him to watch it. Considering that I work in an office full of women, he’s probably used to doing it without thinking anything of it, but I think it’s awesome that he was willing to stand up for us and other women. 
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Also, your song of today is a remix of a beautiful indie song.
It’s called Skinny Love and it’s by Bon Iver.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kS2w5B0MvvY

On the weekend…

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I definitely caught whatever Mike had last week. 
Flu-like symptoms caused me to cancel a date and babysitting Friday night. E covered for me on the babysitting and had quite a time of it, so I definitely owe her a giant favor at some point in the future. 
I slept all night Friday, most of the day Saturday, and then found myself at family dinner and then E’s Halloween Party. I was miserable until K was gracious enough to dig some cold medicine out of her purse, at which point the night became bearable. 
It was really nice to see everyone.
E did the decorations and they looked amazing. I kept getting tangled up in cobwebs. The party was a hit and nothing got too crazy. Perfect. 
At one point during the evening, K, E and I looked around and realized that we were the only girls at the party wearing pants. Literally. Everyone else was in a skirt or leotard of some sort. It was a little bit funny. 
I did see one girl with an adorable Snow White costume that I wanted, but best costume of the night goes to our friend Ryan who went as a gender identity crisis. He committed to it by shaving one half of his beard, carrying what he called “a vodka purse,” and painting the nails on one hand. It was impressive – he super glued women’s clothes to men’s clothes to create the juxtaposition of the genders. 
I was a caterer, K was a lost boy, and E was a “smartypants”
By the end of the evening, my button down was crumpled in the corner, K’s hipster feathers were demolished and E’s pants had lost most of the Smarties candies glued to them. 
Rough but excellent. 

Could she be any more adorable? My dinner helper. 
Wearing a sweet coat. 

Mike’s costume was a hit. 

On Gypsy Paintings

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“I said they’re both funny! You never listen to me!” 
Jacob is talking. 
I’m not listening. 
“50 percent rule,” I say, excusing my inattention.

Okay, so dictating reminders to my phone that will show up on my computer at work is pretty awesome.  However I’m still not entirely sure why the phone thought I said “gypsy paintings.” 
Jacob has informed me that he said “Gypsy panties,” into the phone and is now not sure which he likes more. 
I’m not sure either. They both funny, just like he said. 

On Yesterday

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“If there’s one thing I learned from Little House on the Prairie, it’s that braiding hair hurts,” J tells me as he’s yanking at my hair.

I’m bent into the mirror, wincing. The finished product is terrible. I laugh and shake my hair, watching the bit that’s been braided bounce around, unraveling. I fish two bobby pins out of my makeup bag and put those in to control my unruly bangs. Better.

We’re just going to a gay bar, I think, so it’s not like it matters, I think. It doesn’t.

We spend a beautiful evening having beautiful conversation and generally being beautiful. There’s something about friendship that coats every experience, tinging it with the fond glow of nostalgia, even though it’s much too soon to have cause for remembering. We sit, ordering matching gin and tonics. There is something magical about the Hendricks; the familiar darkness of the old bar; the rose sitting in front of me, waiting to die neglected on my bedside table. 
There is no sense of time, only a sense of being. 
This is happiness. 

On Fiction…but mostly on Old Dave

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I’m in line at Starbucks when my phone rings. I still don’t recognize the iPhone ring tone, so I stand there thinking, Why doesn’t that person at least silence their phone if they’re not going to answer it? for a good ten seconds before I realize it’s me.

I don’t recognize the voice on the other end at first.

He starts talking. I answer, confused, thinking it’s S since it’s a Chicago number. It isn’t until he says, “I miss you. Are you in Denver?” that it hits me.

Old Dave!

I smile into the phone. I purr an “I miss you too” back at him. It’s ten o’clock on a Monday.

Old Dave is not a gentleman, but he is a great dresser. He looks like he woke up in a Banana Republic ad. No, better. He is the one who told me that “Birkenstocks are the sweatpants of the shoe,” and that no one would ever love me if I wore them. Old Dave never loved me.

He’s a character of his own creation. He’s part Mad Men, before Mad Men was cool. Every time I think of the Smashing Pumpkins, I think of Old Dave. His tastes are antiquated and disparate.  It’s all part of his shroud of mystery.

As the conversation winds down, Old Dave asks me about my romance novel. Yeah, that one. The one I never finished writing. I sent a few chapters to a few people, back in 2010. I hope they never read them. The writing was weak. Limp, if you will.

I tell less people about that now. Real adulthood seems to shun those with literary ambitions, especially the ones who want to write romance.

It’s the third time in a week I’ve been asked about my fiction. I haven’t written fiction since the bad romance bit. It may have killed my desire to put imagination to paper. It certainly killed my credibility as an author. Oh, I’m wincing now. I’ll dig some of it up and publish it – it’s so bad, but I promise you’ll have a good laugh.

I told J last week that I’d write some sci-fi based on a dream he had. I’ve never tried to write sci-fi, and personally don’t really care to, but hopefully this will turn out well. I’m excited. I already know where it’s going, so now it’s just a matter of sitting down and trying to make it work. This excites me. The prospect of writing again is secretly thrilling.