Happy Broncos

I had an idea for a new invention yesterday: edible birthday candles. They would be made of marshmellow or some other kind of sugar that would melt on the cake. This invention solves many problems. I remember last year when my dad turned 60, he blew out his birthday candles and in the process he spit all over the cake. With edible candles, your cake is topped with melted sugar instead of spit or candle wax. The idea is you just let the candles burn up instead of blowing them out. If you miss the "make a wish" blow part, you can just wish when you blow out the match that you used to light the candles. (note: if you use this idea to make a million dollars, please send my half to PO Box 744, Fraser, CO 80442)

Today is my 29th birthday. On my birthday last year, I listened to all three of Jimi Hendrix's studio albums in a row. Jimi died at 27 and never saw 28. Hank Williams died on New Year's Day of his 29th year and never saw 30. I'm pretty sure I'll make it past New Year's. I'm listening to Hank as I write this. That guy was awesome.

Ever since I was 15, I've written myself a birthday letter. My idea was that every April 26th I would write a page or two, and then by the time I was eighty or so I'd have a book-length collection of letters. Each year, I wrote about what I did the past year and about what I wanted to do the next year. The problem is that I moved this year, and I can't find all the old letters. I need to look harder.

This blog does not count as my birthday letter, but I think I'll write a bit more. It's been a while since I've updated this page...

We're about two weeks into mud season here in Winter Park. On the closing day ski season, April 15, we held the 5th Annual Space Jam at the C-lot at Mary Jane. I played with a few bands in the morning and then played with Hunker Down in the evening. It was a blast. Since then, my schedule has been pretty easy. The summer will heat up soon enough, so I'm enjoying the down time.

This summer will be pretty eventful. I will continue working with the live theater in Winter Park. I will probably perform in Cabaret, Schoolhouse Rock, and few encore performances of the Hank Williams play from the spring. In mid-June I will headline Kremmling Days, and in July I will play in an Irish festival in Wyoming. I'm also going to take on a day job with the Colorado Division of Wildlife that I'm excited about. Hopefully more stuff will come up as the summer gets closer.

That's all for now. I've got go eat some spit-covered wax.

Noses and Grindstones

Here's a silly poem that I like:

If your nose is held to the grindstone rough
and you hold it down there long enough
soon you'll say there's no such thing
as brooks that babble and birds that sing.
Three things will all your world compose--
just you, the grindstone, and your darned old nose.

Puffer Fish

Here's a quote from Julia Cameron's book Walking in this World:

"Here's what I like about God: Trees are crooked, mountains are lumpy, a lot of his creatures are funny-looking, and he made it all anyway. He didn't let the aardvark convince him he had no business designing creatures. He didn't make the puffer fish and get discouraged. No, the maker made things--and still does."