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YesWeCarve.com is hosting a “Pumpkins for Obama” competition to win an 8GB iPod Nano.

“Pumpkin photos will be evaluated based on a number of factors, mostly having to do with sheer awesomeness.” Download a stencil from the site, or free-form your own Barack O’ Lantern. Submissions are due November 2nd, and the winner posted at midnight November 3rd.

We chose not the uber-spacious, “green” loft; not the fancypants Regency office with pool, hot tub, conference room access (although, if we weren’t heading into winter, perhaps a second look); we chose the quaint, smallish room on the fourth floor, no elevator, no parking, previously inhabited by a painter who left colorful marks strewed on our floor. And love it.

We have creativity and character, thus our space much reflect such. And draw in like people.Elsewhere in the building is a branding agency, architects, animators, and artists. Today, passing a door on the floor below a woman, hearing my footsteps (ok, loud too-high heels), burst from her room asking, “Would you like to see my pond?!” “Sure..” As we flipped threw polaroids from her 12 acre (really?) “pond” in the countryside. “I just found these, and I had to share with someone!” “They’re great, thanks for that!”, says I and continue, smirking, down the hall and she back through the door.

I look forward to meeting the rest of the 188 North Main St. residents in future months, and crankin’ DandyID style! Visit if you’re in the area.
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Browsing the Internet at Denver Airport, within an iFrame, but access is free. 

Drove past the new Blue Horse sculpture and was informed that it’s creator was crushed to death during the build, its torso slipped. The son had to step in and finish the $300,000 piece.

I feel sorry for the bird flying frantically around the airport right now.

And am pretty sure I’m sitting in front of the wrote Gate for MIA flight. 

This guy knows whats up…in Maine too! Outlandish, but impressive. 

http://www.sheagunther.org/photos/

So I’m an official Boulder CO residence as of Aug 3.

It’s increadibly awkward how outdoorsy everyone is. Lives revolve around it. I have yet to been acquainted with one not involved with biking, hiking, and rock climbing. 

I did a 4 hour hike Sunday witih two co-workers, and there was a group 6 insane mountain enthusiasts making the climb using… unicycles. Unicycles. I could barely make do with my 2 legs. Unicycles!

So I bought a Trek bike and a yoga membership. Sometimes dancing (hip hop class) (ok went once but will again). Snowboarding pass is next. Have been partying far less than my Miami nights. Clubbing is limited in these parts.

It was chilly enough to sport sweaters the past two days. And yes, that’s an enjoyable aspect for me. Seasonal withdrawals accompanied my south florida residence. I love the brisk air; and my hair can air-dry. 

Low maintance country.

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Chekitowtsome free albums..http://freealbums.blogsome.com/

An organization started in 1993, Women for Women offers an International Sponsorship Program for helping war victims rebuild their lives, and eye-opening inspirational experiences for their sister sponsors. 

I signed up this evening and will be matched up within 12 weeks. I read about this program in Oprah Magazine, and have heard some amazing stories since. I’m eager to meet my sister match and be touched by and assist her life situation, as I’ve been more than blessed with my own already.

It’s been easy to get caught up in my own ‘busi-ness’ and participating in a program such as this will help me keep perspective on lives around the world and also be thankful for my own. Every little bit counts.

Sponsoring a woman costs $27 per month – visit womenforwomen.org for more information. 

Happy Holidays!

A typical bookstore visit isn’t an in-and-out task specific venture for me.It’s a 2-hour (min.) exploration, and concluding purchase – on most occasions anyway. The “new age” section found me once again, as I browsed through “Living in the Now”, ‘truth’ topics, Toltec prophecies, and the like. Coral Way’s Barnes and Noble was particularly crouded, with smiling faces, chatty friends, distracted husbands, dazed out workers, over-focused bookworms. Sweet. I’ve found my replacement for Providence Place Borders.

A 40-something, grinning man with a tan fishers hat and overly pocketed cargos peeked his head around the corner. “Hey there!” he says, eyebrows high, a chipper voice. I glanced up from my reading. “Oh…” says fisherman, “… I thought you were my friend”.

I smiled poiltely and say “Nope”, and glanced back to my book.

He chuckled and turn around… then turned back while walking away and cheerily shouts “Well maybe you could be!”. I look up again, snickered and glistened a grin in return, that remained my expression for several minutes following. Well said… next time I’ll hope my auto-responce will be something more mindful than “Nope”.

More people should have that attitude, wouldn’t you say?

Last minute there was a free ticket for Bonnaroo, the “jam band” 3-day music festival in Tennessee. I flew to DC to meet Rachel and Lauren. We drove to Tennessee, Manchester, took about 9.5 hours.

That was Wednesday, and we arrived to Manchester around 6pm, and joined the crouds in the Wallmart parking lot which is the hang out spot before Bonnaroo opens up. The camp let us in around 8pm and guided everyone to grassy fields to park and set up camp. Youre tighly packed in there, however a white car stalled and caught fire right next to us which resulted in our acquisition of a front yard.Oh, nobody got hurt.

Well maybe the parking attendent who then got sparked with a firework set off from the distance. Nah, he was fine.

Neighbor: Dirk Reynods, Ohio (read: Idaho?)
Soy Bean Farmer

Quite mid-west cliche; I got a kick out of hearing of corn detasseling. Nice guy, shared his canopy with us, and also join me for the My Morning Jacket show which was my chief motivation to go to Bonnaroo. I wasn’t familiar with many of the other bands, although they all rocked. I did also know Tom Petty, Matisayu, Steal Pulse, Soullive but didn’t make the truck to see. Probably others too, look at the roster if you’re so concerned.

It was totally refreshing being there though. Great music, tons of people (about 90,000) all hippied out, loving eachother and loving life, caring less about their appearance for the most part. I was getting accustomed to the no showering, living out of a tent, and eating hotdogs 3 times a day lifestyle.