I suffered something of a shock today when an e-mail from a PR company pimping a contest from Reader's Digest arrived in my inbox. Uh, how come nobody told me the magazine still existed, let alone just sold one of my favorite amateur recipe sites?!
I guess it could be because I haven't been in a doctor's office since my seventh-grade physical. That ended well: a portable electrocardiography monitor worn for a week proved I had a heart murmur, which kept me off the team that year, and eventually prevented me from being drafted by the NFL. (Not really — I played football in eighth grade. Our biggest play of the year took place when I was supposed to be on the field but was cluelessly standing on the sideline instead.)
But back to the Digest. Who reads that thing!? Wikipedia says everybody in every country, more or less. Except for me. (By the way, don't blow my mind by telling me that Highlights for Children and Parade also continue to hit the press regularly.)
Regardless, I still get these lovely e-mails. So, to the point, the big RD seeks personal stories and photos that illustrate what makes that person's town super-keen.
The author of the winning story will receive a cash prize of $1,000 and their town will be featured on the cover of an upcoming issue of Reader’s Digest magazine. This is an opportunity for individuals to shine and possibly bring national attention to their hometowns!
In addition, each week a new American town will be named America’s Most Interesting Town by popular vote and will be featured on the website and in an upcoming issue of Reader’s Digest. Locals can show their community spirit by logging on and voting for their town as many times as they like.
So, basically, if you care about our city, you'll submit all your archival information to the mag, make your run at a grand, and then vote like a caffeinated gerbil. Do it for us — do it for Colorado Springs.
Guess what? The veterans of World War I may finally get a commemorative coin and a proper national memorial to their sacrifice.
I know this, because the press release I received this morning told me so.
Really, if I hadn't gotten that e-mail I would have never guessed that America hadn't done all that stuff already. I mean, this is a world war we're talking about. Millions of Americans served. It seems crazy that our country never bothered to acknowledge that. America has a national memorial to Robert E. Lee, for crying out loud. A guy who fought against the United States.
Now, I guess this latest move is supposed to be good news — because America hasn't forgotten its history. But what is there for us to be proud of, really? The last American World War I veteran, Frank Buckles, died last year. And that means not a single vet from the "Great War" will be able to appreciate this honor.
Depressing, isn't it?
ANA encourages members to support efforts to create a World War I commemorative coin
The American Numismatic Association is asking members to support legislative efforts to create a commemorative dollar coin honoring World War I veterans.
The United States has memorialized the Civil War, World War II, the Korean War and the Vietnam War on U.S. commemorative coins, but no coin honors World War I veterans. ANA Numismatic Educator Rod Gillis is working to correct that oversight.
“It was really surprising to me that World War I veterans were never honored with their own coin,” Gillis said. “This legislation will help give these veterans proper recognition.”
More than two years ago, Gillis launched the effort to create this commemorative. Rep. Doug Lamborn (R-Colo.) agreed to sponsor H.R. 4107, the “World War I American Veterans Centennial Commemorative Coin Act.”
Under the proposed law, the coin would be minted in 2017 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of America’s participation in World War I. The United States formally declared war against Germany and entered the conflict in Europe on April 6, 1917. More than
4 million U.S. men and women served in uniform during World War I, and more than 2 million American soldiers served overseas.
For every coin sold, a surcharge would go to the World War I Memorial Foundation in Washington, D.C. This group was founded after Frank Buckles, the last surviving American World War I veteran, visited the District of Columbia War Memorial on the National Mall in March 2008.
Buckles observed that this memorial — dedicated in 1931 to the 499 District of Columbia residents who gave their lives in that war — sat neglected and in extreme disrepair. Noting that there is no national World War I memorial, he issued a call for the memorial’s restoration and re-dedication as a National and District of Columbia World War I Memorial.
“The new memorial will honor all World War I veterans and make Frank Buckles’ dream a reality,” said Gillis, who is currently working to secure a sponsor for the bill in the U.S. Senate.
Please contact your Congressional representative and voice your support. Contact information can be found at www.house.gov/representatives/.
If you have questions about this effort, please contact Gillis at 719-482-9845 or email firstname.lastname@example.org.
The American Numismatic Association is a congressionally chartered, nonprofit educational organization dedicated to encouraging people to study and collect money and related items. The ANA helps its 28,000 members and the public discover and explore the world of money through its vast array of education and outreach programs, as well as its museum, library, publications, conventions and seminars. For more information, call 719-632-2646 or go to www.money.org.
Yesterday morning I heard an appalling statistic on the Willie and Val Show on KCCY-FM 96.9. According to its Nearly Impossible Trivia game, 50 percent of men and 60 percent of women have library cards, but rarely use them.
As someone who visits her public library at least once a week, often more, I couldn't fathom this. I mean, according to NPR, libraries might be the next pop-culture wave after cupcakes. (And who doesn't love cupcakes?)
The economics of a library is unbelievably in your favor. You get a card for free. You visit your library. Check out books, for free. Check out magazines, for free. Check out CDs and audio books and DVDs, for free. (Was it you who said you were getting rid of Netflix after it raised its prices?)
Seriously, people, why aren't you using your library cards? Hit up the Penrose Library branch of Pikes Peak Library District, and you can even pet a bunny or two in the children's section, for free. (And leave the poop clean-up to the librarians.)
If you needed one more reason to head to PPLD, this week the district kicked off its annual Adult Reading Program, "Novel Destinations."
If you're 18-plus and have a library card, now you get to read a book, for free, and win prizes for doing so. Here are all the details:
Pikes Peak Library District’s annual Adult Reading Program runs from January 9 - March 5! This year’s theme is Novel Destinations and is open to anyone age 18 and older with a PPLD library card. Novel Destinations runs through March 5 and adults can read any eight books of their choice. Books on CD, audiocassette, audiobook players, eBooks, and eAudiobooks count, too!
You can sign up now by clicking here!
Reading logs are available by clicking here or at any PPLD library, but feel free to keep track of the books you’ve read using any method you choose.
After you read your first four books, visit your nearest library to pick up your first prize. The program has great prizes this year from Shops at Briargate, Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory, Louie’s Pizza, The Colorado Springs Flea Market, Chick-fil-A, and XS Threadz. Read four more books before March 5 and visit the library again for your second prize. And if you read eight books by the March 5 deadline, you’ll be entered for the grand prize drawing of a new Kindle eReader!
We're not trying to be obstinate. Promise. We know that even though our city leaders are open to a new logo, the "Live it up!" slogan is going to be sticking around.
However, as the deadline for the Indy's WeBrand the Springs contest nears — it's 5:55 p.m., Thursday, Dec. 15 — we want to recognize ingenuity in as many forms as possible. And having noticed how many people have apologetically sent in slogans (or taglines, whatever you want to call them) without logos, we'd like to reward those even who are art-averse.
All that is to say: If you've got a good idea for a slogan for the Springs, e-mail it to email@example.com in the next couple days. We'll include some of the best offerings in our package on Dec. 22, and offer readers a chance to vote on their favorite. Modest prizes will be made available.
And of course, if you're working on your logo-and-slogan pairing, or your video, best of luck in the next couple days.
What might prompt this tweet from the Air Force Academy?
Glad you asked. (Thanks to old friend Barrett Tryon for the link.)
Driving on the road with these morons leads even the best of us to occasionally yell, "Learn to (insert expletive here) drive!!!"
OK, so you're going to love this. In a story today about the results of the 7th Annual GMAC National Drivers Test, the Denver Post noted, "A recent national survey shows that nearly 1 in 5 U.S. drivers — about 36.9 million — fail to meet the basic requirements to earn a driver's license."
That's right, the jerks genuinely don't know how to drive.
Read more here: Denver Post.
Late last week, on April 14 to be exact, I finally was able to file our taxes after receiving a certain form that always arrives at the last minute.
Anyway, the bottom line was owing a balance of a little more than $500 to the Internal Revenue Service for my federal return, but with a state refund that would make up a good chunk of that.
The IRS, of course, grabbed that payment from our checking account immediately, as always. But I assumed, given how late I filed, that the state refund would take weeks to process, if not months.
So you can imagine the surprise and shock when, upon checking my bank account online early today (Saturday), there was a direct deposit from the Colorado Department of Revenue, which had come in sometime Friday. I checked, and there it was, just as submitted only eight days earlier, our state tax refund of precisely $397.
This has to be some kind of record. Has anyone else had similar luck with state tax refunds this year?
Yesterday, we went to the Denver Art Museum for a media preview of its upcoming Cities of Splendor exhibit. You can read our coverage of the show later this month. For now, here are some random shots from my quick walk-around of the rest of the museum, which included the Pre-Columbian/Spanish Colonial floor, the Asian floor and the DAM's much-lauded, new Native American floor. (Read more about that here.)
My pictures? Mostly a collection of the pretty, decorative arts, or, items I wouldn't mind keeping in my (fantasy) house. We start with crowns, some for people, some for altars, all for show.
On now to kitchen implements. First, a silver tea cup (likely for sacred use, but it'll do me just fine). Second, a Japanese picnic set, adorned with bats.
Lastly, these little guys are inro, or purse-like objects that in Japan would be affixed to kimonos (which have no pockets).
Museums, I know, aren't meant for window shopping. But if they are, ostensibly, factories of inspiration, then I say, "Yes, we can have nice things."
Denver Nuggets basketball play the Sacramento Kings tonight, possibly for the last time. The Kings’ owners are in negotiations to move the franchise to Anaheim to form the Anaheim Royals.
You can catch the Nuggs run out on Arco Arena’s tear-saturated hardwood tonight on the Altitude 2 (Comcast 4) TV channel, or 1300 AM on your radio dial. They have a four-game winning streak and are currently the fifth seed in the Western Conference, with eight games remaining.
The Kings’ fate isn’t sealed quite yet. Sacramento’s mayor and former NBA point-guard Kevin Johnson will grovel before the NBA Board of Governors meeting next month to keep the team, and a grassroots effort to raise money to build a new Sacramento arena launched moments after The Anaheim City Council voted to issue bonds to pay for improvements at the Honda Center, where the Royals would play.
The pain of losing “your team” that goes around, has come around to me. The Kings’ relocation hits home to me, because it’s home to me. As a sports fan in Sacramento, the Kings were naturally my team. I thought it would be for life.
Colorado sports partisans too have been spurned by the business of sports.
Perhaps you were a fan of the Denver Gold of the now-defunct United States Football League. The USFL was founded on the principles that football was popular enough to have it year-round, and that it wasn’t going to make mistakes of the NFL (No Fun League). The Gold’s owner, who was a Colorado real estate dealer, was the only one to turn a profit after the league’s inaugural season. The USFL and the Gold lasted only three seasons, with their final game played in 1986.
The Colorado Springs Sky Sox ended their eight-year reign as a minor-league team for the Chicago White Sox in 1958 when their Western League disbanded, neglecting the city of pro baseball until 1988.
Tune into the Indy Minute — as seen on ABC affiliate KRDO News Channel 13 — each week for details on all the events that entertain and bring our community together. It's simulcast on KRDO News Radio 105.5 FM and 1240 AM.
The same nostalgia fueling posts by fellow bloggers Bryce Crawford and J. Adrian Stanley is alive within me. Thursday, I witnessed history in the making when a new sign was bolted onto the roof of the Flowerama on the corner of East Platte Avenue and North Circle Drive, replacing the skeleton of a sign that teased of this moment, and ushering in a new and improved era.
Like all good stories, this one starts in a golden time that once was. Here is Flowerama-past, when a dozen roses were a mere $12.99. This image is forever entombed for our children and children's children in the annals of Google Earth’s street-view, where it was pilfered for this retrospective:
Here is Flowerama-present circa Thursday, ushering in the new era:
You really don’t mind dropping the extra dollars on a dozen roses when it funds this level of beautification. We’ll always have the memories…
In the well-intentioned struggle to spread the rewards of reading, Pikes Peak Library District is pandering to a pretty low common denominator, and reinforcing some boring — if not negative — stereotypes.
At the East Library (5550 N. Union Blvd.), at the end of a couple bookshelves, are fliers that list suggested books grouped under a common genre. When you are an institution of prominence, must you resort to “It’s a Girl Thing. Hip Lit for Hip Chicks” and “Manly Lit”?
The list for "chicks" has an animated girl in the background showing side boob and having half her face covered by some sexy hairstyle. Every tenth trashy book listed has clip-art of a single high-heel shoe next to it. The back — another chick, with more damaging shoes.
It’s just disappointing. The best works of women’s fiction (and presumably the majority) have story arcs where women learn that superficiality and materialism were pitfalls that hindered their goals.
The “Manly Lit” flier? Its heading is bookended by clip-art images of two flexing arms.
Curious, I called Sydne Dean, the associate director of administrative services, and manager of the East and Penrose libraries.
When I mentioned that there's baggage associated with the word “chick,” she replied, “There is?” She then read the definition Wikipedia has for “chick lit” and said, “It’s a pretty basic term.”
Since she's speaking from the city’s grandest library, I have to wonder whether she'd consider referring not to Wikipedia but to Dewey decimal number 305.420973 B493S, which points to the book Sexism in America: Alive, Well, and Ruining Our Future, by Barbara J. Berg, Ph.D.
Berg writes, “Terms such as chick flick and chick lit categorize and diminish women. [Chick] conjures up a person who is flighty, vacuous, passive, overly emotional, and dedicated to finding romance at all costs. And the fact that women, along with men, have embraced this term doesn’t make it any less derogatory, only more worrisome.”
Asked to take a look at the manly list, Dean guessed, “Manly, is that like tools or something?”
Dean noted that the library is always open to fielding recommended reading-list ideas. So here's one: Don’t cartoon the lists. Like a good salad, it shouldn’t need the dressing.
Dear Men of the Downtown YMCA,
First, let me just acknowledge that if you're going to be nude anywhere, the locker room is a swell place to strip down; the YMCA's locker rooms even come in two flavors. If you're of a mind to show some skin in the poor-people dressing room, there are concrete benches, fans and a urinal or two. For the classier folk who know the secret code into the upper-crust locker room, there are flat screens, leather chairs and complimentary scented goo.
To that last, let me add naked men. Lots and lots of naked men, whose apparent goal is to never let this skin touch anything but God's grace.
"But aren't there naked men in every locker room?" ask the curious youth in the audience. To those inquiring minds I say, "Yes, but not like this. You may have never seen naked men like this." (And because I hate to leave the women folk out, I hear it's exactly the same in their parts, except maybe worse.)
I don't know if it's some product of the code on the door acting as a signal to begin male bonding, or if I just never got the notice that hanging out while hanging out is male bonding in the first place. But if it's a flesh feast in any normal space, it's a veritable luxury of riches in the executive suites. (Not to mention scientific confirmation that humans don't age — they melt.)
I'm talking bare bottoms enjoying a self-administered rub-down with lotion, or cologne or Oil of Olay. Or showering, drying off, then losing the towel and kicking back to catch the latest from Libya; or just chatting it up, bits enjoying their newfound freedom. I even had the pleasure of a nice young man falling asleep in a chair located right in front of my locker — balls to the walls.
Of course, inspired as I was, I even tried to get in on the act. I changed; I took my shirt off; I felt the sweet breeze of refined air. But then I put on my socks and instantly felt overdressed.
I know that clothing must be exchanged for clothing in the pursuit of athletic perfection. I just ask that the aura of au naturel from those dear devotees of disrobing be tempered with a little scrap of, um, anything.
I have to admit, today has seemed like a pretty normal day. I got up, got a little exercise, came to work, went to lunch with friends, and now am back at my desk.
But for those who attach significance to dates, this is supposed to be a biggie. Check this out.
The Huffington Post reports:
The mystical date does hold some significance for those who believe in the date's supernatural abilities. 11:11 holds a certain mystique, and kissing a clock at that time is said to bring good luck, especially on 1/11/11, according to the Washington Post.
I guess I missed my chance. It would have been hard for me to kiss my clock, which sits on the shelf above my computer screen. At that precise witching moment of 11:11 today, I was talking with someone at Fort Carson. What does that mean, I wonder?
Some say the real moment of significance will happen on 11-11-11. Or what about 12-12-12? That one even had a movie made about it, being the last date on the Mayan calendar and all.
1-11-11 adds up to 23, considered a prime number since it can't be divided evenly by any other number. 2 and 3 equals 5, another prime number. The fifth Month of the year is May. If you subtract 1 from 11 and add 11, then you have 21. May 21. The end of the world. Hey, there might be something to this stuff!!!
As a kid, you know how it is: One minute you're sledding, thinking about what's for lunch — possibly the homework you have due the next week — and the next, you're thoughtlessly and deliberately careening out of control into the path of oncoming drivers, who coincidentally enough — because it's snowing like a motherfucker — are careening out of control, too.
So what do Denver police responders do? Why, they ticket the little bastard. After all, it was his malicious out-of-control sledding that caused a car to hit him, not to mention a man to run out and try and jack the car up and off the child, not to mention cause an ambulance to rush the child to the hospital.
Even kids couldn't stop their sleds. Neighbors say a black car hit a 12-year-old boy who skidded into the street and ended up under the car.
Candace Villalovas' husband tried to help.
"He ran down, grabbed his jack from the garage, went outside to jack the car to take the pressure off Michael," she says.
The injured boy was taken by ambulance to the hospital. Police say he's expected to be okay.
Police ticketed him for being a pedestrian in the roadway.
We've e-mailed the DPD for comment and confirmation that they're keeping the snow-bound world of Colorado safe from marauding youngsters. We'll update if they brave a return.