Happy Thanksgiving

Thanks for reading today. It’s the Thanksgiving holiday and I’m going to be spending it with my family. We have some extended family here who’ve stayed over from my Grandparents’s 60th anniversary last weekend, so that’ll be fun (since I’m writing this on Wednesday night, I’m not entirely sure who will be there).

Our family is spread out across the country, and some aunts and uncles from California have stayed the week for the holiday. My wife and I will be picking up our daughter who’s spent the week with my mom.

We’ll all gather and have a great big meal and laugh and enjoy each other’s company. It’s always interesting to learn how my wife sees my family.

I’ve made several stabs tonight at trying to list the things for which I am grateful, but nothing I’ve written comes particularly close to expressing how much I am grateful for what I have in life. I’ve given up trying.

But one group of people I wish to thank is you, Readers. I am grateful for all my regular readers and all those who happen upon my little corner of the internet. I’ve been watching my international readership grow, and that’s exciting to see; and I’m able to interact with some amazing people through this little blog. I only hope my contributions are as beneficial to all of you as yours is to me.

Have a great day.

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North Cheyenne Canyon

A few photos from not long after I got my camera. I took some photos from around the entrance to North Cheyenne Canyon in Colorado Springs:

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The Drive Home

I almost didn’t have anything to post today.  I didn’t write a blog post last night, and didn’t have time this morning to do one.

Since starting a new job last week, I haven’t had much to like about the drive home.  Other than the fact that I’m going home to my beautiful wife, that is.  And while that’s an amazing incentive, there is the obstacle of hundreds of Denver “drivers” between me and my prize.

On the way home tonight, though there were some great clouds.







A Snowy Drive

This past weekend (you know the last two days without photos) we were in Trinidad for a family event. My grandparents were celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary this weekend. When we’re down there in Trinidad, we usually stay with my Schwiegermutter, but she doesn’t have internet service; so I have to tether via my phone. Uploading pictures isn’t really an option.

Not that I had many to upload, really. We had a pretty nice, relaxing weekend all things considered. Saturday was a gorgeous day, and we spent the early afternoon horseback riding at our friend Jenn’s training facility. I’m a novice rider, if that, but managed to not get myself killed at the trot on my horse.

Sunday we woke to big, fat, wet snowflakes falling. When you haven’t got anywhere to go, days that start that way can be awesome: Cuddle up on the couch with Wendi and watch some TV. But… We didn’t have that option. We did putter about a bit in the morning, then joined everyone at my grandparents’s house for a short time.

With 200 miles to cover and snow falling from the sky, we decided we couldn’t stick around long. The first part of the drive went well. We got to the imaginatively-named town of Pueblo without incident.

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South of Pueblo, though, I had a small flashback to the Cloud Factory:

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While we were in Pueblo, the snow picked up for a bit. When we got to north Colorado Springs, though… The snowflakes were huge and very wet. I’ve seen that type of snow in that part of town before, and it’s clogged up windshield wipers. Intersections ice up quickly and slick only begins to describe the roads.

We stopped and ate dinner before getting back on the road. Going over Monument Pass, we saw all the people making the trek south from the Bronco game. It was mile after mile (five or ten miles) of solid headlights. Road conditions were too icy to get any more photos. Wendi tried, but the grimy windshield and the snow sort of defied the camera.

South of Castle Rock, the roads cleared up and so did the sky. We got home under a mostly clear sky; a few clouds hid the stars we could see and the air is pretty cold (31° F/ -0.56° C). Since we’ll be heading down there for the Thanksgiving holiday later this week, we left the kiddo with her Großeltern

And my wife and I have the apartment to ourselves for a few days.

American Media Whines About Dress Code

The American media has its collective knickers in a knot over a dress code issued for the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s visit. The media seems to think it’s such an important entity that it can do whatever it wants.

New York Magazine reduced the two members of British Royalty to “an air ambulance pilot in training and a former chain-store accessories buyer” as if the pair wasn’t a political figure at all.

Why should the United States’ press corps — who barely bother to brush the muffin crumbs off their polo shirts before lobbing questions at the President of the United States — schlep extra pieces of clothing to work just so they can make small talk with a (perfectly nice-seeming) British air ambulance pilot-in-training and a former chain-store accessories buyer?

Well, here’s a thought: the President of the United States is a servant of the people. They tend not to think of themselves that way lately, but America is a Republic founded “of the People, by the People” and the President is accountable to the people.

So the whiney media elite can feel perfectly justified in being the utter slobs that they are when addressing the President. But the Royal Family isn’t in a station of servant to its people. And the press is going to sell advertising because there’s an (incomprehensible) fascination with the Royal Family, so I don’t see what the fuss about the dress code is about. The Royal Family is scrutinized in every aspect of their lives, often by the very same hypocrites whining now about having to wear a coat and tie to interview the people they’ll be criticizing later.

Personally if I were the gatekeeper I’d turn away any and all of the American journalists who didn’t make the cut. And I wouldn’t feel bad in the least. America needs to get over itself and realize there are other nations in the world with their own customs and traditions, that the history we believe to be true isn’t necessarily that. If we Americans wish to return to the once-great nation we had, we need to stop weakening our country from the inside.

And maybe then, the whining leftist elitist snobbish and utterly inconsequential media can make demands on foreign nationals when they come to visit.

A New Gig

I started a new job this week. The first day didn’t go so well and I wasn’t sure I’d made the right choice in leaving my old job. But the rest of the week picked up and was pretty cool. If it weren’t for the drive in, that is.

I realized that all my unhappiness with Denver drivers was really just the drivers in Lakewood and the surrounding areas. Once I started venturing beyond my usual haunts, I was horrified to learn that drivers in Denver are much much worse than I’d first imagined.

This new job is downtown and I can personally attest that getting there is not half the fun. It is all of the horror, though. I had avoided downtown gigs in the past; and now that I have one, I’m subjected Clockwork Orange style to scenes of driving atrocities.

For instance, no one seems capable of reading the signs that the lane ends at a certain street (there are at least two that I’ve seen); and these people deliberately go to that intersection before trying to get into the through lane. Which holds all of us up who need to turn onto that street and is patently illegal and piss poor driving etiquette. And the Denver Police Department does it too, so there’s no hope that it’ll change or get corrected.

So the commute is miserable, at least twice as long as it was before, but exposes me to exponentially more bad drivers. But the first week once I got to the office went pretty well.

There’s always ramp-up time when starting a new gig, and this is no different. But the project here isn’t the train wreck that the last one was, and that helps to get familiarized faster, which makes for a productive first week.

My wife pointed out last night that we’re the type of people who have to go home feeling as if we accomplished something. And it’s true: I spent months when I first started at my last job trying to figure out the byzantine codebase. I wasn’t entirely unhappy with my last job, understand. I worked for a great boss and that offsets a lot of the headaches that can come with a job.

But the ability to walk out the door the first week with tickets in the Quality Assurance queue and feel reasonably confident that they won’t come back… that’s pretty awesome.

Eine Fotogene Katze

Hier sind mehr Bilder von meiner Katze, Rose. Sie scheint nicht allzu glücklich.

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English translation:
Here are more pictures of my cat, Rose. She doesn’t seem too happy.