Madison Messiah

Baseball & The Guy Sitting Next to Us

Three people in the office today, so my colleague Michael and I decided to pull a Ferris and bolt for the smell of stale beer and hot dogs at Coors Field for the 1:05 Rockies v. Cubs game. The relatively new park has definitely lost the new park smell, initiated with a shower of toppled beer and nachos.

A few brews, a lot of shelled peanuts, a BP ball, and a nice sunburn later a stronger bond was forged and the victors smiled. (Though, a little conflicted over the fact that the ballpark offers a footlong brat.)

It never ceases to amaze the amount of info that can sail under the radar in the work environment. During 9 innings of banter I discovered that my colleague worked with Oliver North as part of the task force created when the Iraqis invaded Kuwait in 1990, completed his Master's thesis on switching development indicators from economic to social and the impact of having a social scientist on assessment teams, he studied at AUC, and I received a ton of great advice and connections regarding MPH programs that I am currently looking at.

How much do you really know about the people you work with? The people in your organization? Your teachers?

As we try to expand our networks, I feel that we often look for the big name, "I have an in with Bill Gates" connections and fail to really develop and appreciate the potential of more intimate connections.

Labels: Denver, Groovin', Tidbits

posted by Burbs @ 8:57 PM 3 Comments

Veiled Season

It's rained a lot this week, little streams clearing the streets. People pack the bar patios across the street from my house on a sunny afternoon, clutching to the warmth and promise of the summer. Words from the patios resonate through my apartment, some clearly audible, others muffled by the undertones.

These days the weather fluctuates from 80 to snowing in the matter of an evening, a cocktail or two. Thus is the rub.

Labels: Denver

posted by Burbs @ 9:10 PM 5 Comments

My Witness is the Empty Sky

8:34 pm and finally leaving the office.

Meandering down to My Brothers' Bar, the old Kerouac joint which used to skirt the train yards (now neighboring REI). Regardless some libations, a vegetarian reuben, and Bird: the quintessential cap.

Not night cap, not Tap cap, but jive cap.

Labels: Denver

posted by Burbs @ 8:23 PM 1 Comments

Oh, I Didn't Give You the Tour

A little view from the corner my apartment stands on. Going to start giving some more updates about the movers, shakers, & surroundings in the city.

This is the only view in all of Denver where the skyline doesn't look phallic.



Much pondering occurs on an eve such as this:

A third of the world's population is infected with TB.

For a while I got caught too caught up in the bureaucracy.

Flintstones vitamins are a good public health strategy.

I should probably bite the bullet and start buying organic milk.

Teaching is a pretty solid way to get to know a society, your own and other's.

Labels: Denver

posted by Burbs @ 12:36 AM 1 Comments