flwyd: (charbonneau ghost car)
I spent this week doing stuff white people like:
Writing a report to clarify accuracy at extracting names from land records documents. It's quite satisfying to be able to quantify just how much a specific issue contributes to the craptasticy of your high-level numbers.

D&D Saturday and Tuesday. I calculated that my barbarian's minimum damage on a charge is 15... sick and wrong.

Feng Shui RPG Wednesday. Finally got a critical mass of people to play, but I was a little underprepared and the pacing was slower than I wanted. (While this is a game set in Asia, I think most of the people who roll dice while pretending to be in a Hong Kong action movie are white.)

Cuddle party Sunday. I went to a great cuddle party a month ago in Boulder, but only four people made it to the Denver one... and two of them live there.

Hot box frisbee in high winds Thursday. As Tim said, "This style is fun; we should play sometime when the weather isn't crappy."

ΤΒΠ engineering honor society dinner Friday. Some good conversations with middle-aged and retired engineers.

Installed Adblock Plus and NoScript on my mom's computer and explained how to selectively enable JavaScript.

Watching 17 hours of U.S. olympic curling trials. It's a game with a lot of precision, communication, grace, intensity, odd terminology, and lots of white people.

In a feeble attempt to establish white balance, I had lunch at a Pho Duy and bought a bunch of ginger candy and one can each of six brands of coconut milk/cream from Pacific Ocean Market and made curry when I got home.

Did any of you have a more white week?
flwyd: (rose silhouette)
Yesterday's forecast was for "rain in the metro area, snow in the mountains." But in the clouds and all-day downpour it wasn't clear how disturbingly accurate that was.

This morning I began my commute by heading west from suburbia. The arched backs of the foothills were white, dotted by evergreen trees drying off from a shower. The front-most hills were merely sprinkled with powdered sugar, a green sweet loaf waiting for a hiker's dessert. The aptly named Red Rocks Amphitheater spread its auburn wavelength proudly, reminding passersby that soon the benches would replace the sky's deposit of snow with rock fans raising their arms and cries in a heavenly direction.

Heading north, I saw that Green Mountain had been rechristened White Mountain, a smooth blob of shortening atop seasonally lush green fields, the snow stopping approximately as the slope leveled. The drive up C-470 was not unlike a summer trip up Trail Ridge, but instead of passing the enchanting timber line I instead crossed an eerie snow line -- for a hundred yards the right side of the highway kissed the gossamer snow sheet.

The mountains stretched north from Golden, a white wall delineating the watered daily world from the snow-covered land of adventure. But Golden's guard to the east, South Table Mountain, sat resplendent in its green dress, not a speck of dandruff to be seen.

Some say that on Samhain the veil between the worlds is thinnest, that we may catch a glimpse to the other side. Yet this morning, early Beltane season, I have passed through the very edge of winter as I passed from one point of spring to another. Perhaps masculine and feminine are not blue and pink but white and green.

GenX Simile

Saturday, February 24th, 2007 11:34 pm
flwyd: (farts sign - Norway)
"He was embarrassed as a goth with dandruff."
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