Chai Breaks

Corporate individual contributor (i.e., not management) life is a bit of a topographic map — peaks and valleys, rough mountainous stretches then endless miles of flatlands. Over the past 16 years, I’ve gotten rather skilled at navigating the switchbacks, but really needed to work on managing those moments of nothing-done. I’d so much rather getContinue reading “Chai Breaks”

200 Miles of Yay

It was a favorite kind of day. The kind that starts with a simple 2-hour daytime date to see one of our favorite local musicians and turns into 200 miles of local road-tripping. Complete with amazing conversation with the impeccable company of my favorite person (love you, Danger); a jaunt to my favorite local townContinue reading “200 Miles of Yay”

Juiced Up Cafe

Presenting a new cafe venue with more sound equipment and progressive personality than you can throw a chai tea latte at: Berkley Coffee. Stopped in this weekend to support genius keys player Jarrod Champion and am certain I’ve never seen anything like this coffee-roasting / non-alcoholic bar / event space. My inner theatre sprites areContinue reading “Juiced Up Cafe”

Birth Astride a Grave

There’s nothing quite like a birthday to inspire thoughts of one’s eventual deathday. It’s possible this is unique to me, yet I’ve noted a pattern over the years. When I think about my coming into the world, my mind smoothly segues to contemplating a future day when I will come out of it. Admittedly theContinue reading “Birth Astride a Grave”

Trigger Warning: Incest (Because God)

Bible stories here, Bible stories there, Bible stories everyw- Wait, what? Smack in the middle of one of the farther-in galleries at the DIA exhibit on women artists from the early Renaissance thorugh the Enlightenment, in gigantic proportions with about a dozen different lights illuminating the work, is that disturbing, triggering, ugly scene of LotContinue reading “Trigger Warning: Incest (Because God)”

Phenomenal Woman, That’s Me

It’s true — I can’t see a portrait with this kind of raw strength and sass without recalling Maya Angelou’s soul-inspiring poetry. I think Anguissola would approve — she made a bit of a career (in all senses of the words) out of understanding, depicting, and promoting herself. Is it any wonder that she madeContinue reading “Phenomenal Woman, That’s Me”

It’s Five o’clock Somewhere

Not Van Gogh’s version (although he legit painted a version, called “Terrace of a Cafe at Night” with more light and more stars — because of course he did) but its source: the work of Louis Anquetin, who was part of the Post-Impressionist group. Vincent called them artists of the “petit boulevard”, whereas the mainContinue reading “It’s Five o’clock Somewhere”