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I got on my bicycle, for the first time since it got cold in November, today.

It felt like a quintessentially boulder day: a freshly re-tubed road bike, the boulder creek bike path, bucket and djembe drums, lycra, Sunshine, and espresso with an oatmeal cookie at an excellent coffee shop on the West end of Pearl.

I thought blogging about my day would be the most boulder-ish way to end it.

Hope in Desperate Times

I established this blog in January of 2010, in accordance with a University of Colorado Film Class that I attended in the Spring Semester of my final undergraduate year of study.

This class that I'm referring to really opened my eyes to an art community that I had never really seen before that point, and even made me feel as if I might be a part of it, for a little while.

During the course of that class, my classmates blogs all seemed to dwindle gradually as the class progressed. Once the class officially ended, the blogging ceased almost entirely, with a few persevering dreamers posting only a handful of times since. I still pull up the directory every now and again, hoping to see that someone has posted some new, enlightening observation. Sometimes it's hard to see beyond the labor wasted, longing for a more expensive cheese to eat with my crackers, but I try.

Perhaps we will meet again, in another ivory tower.