ROCKY MOUNTAIN NATIONAL PARK SET


It snowed a lot (near Nymph Lake around 9:00am)


Nymph Lake (heading towards Dream, around 9:10am)


On my way to Dream Lake (around 9:20)


Dream Lake (around 9:45am)


Dream Lake (around 9:45am), there are mountains all around, but the mist/fog/clouds/snow block it all


Dream Lake, you can start to see the mountains (around 10:00am)


ABL at Dream Lake (look...sun splashing across my face...it's getting nicer)


Heading back to Bear Lake from Dream Lake (approx 10:10am)


Aaron on the mountain heading towards Bierstadt Lake, as the sun comes out in full force


Doesn't do it justice (my crappy point and shoot is foul) but it was a nice place to sit and ponder


A little meadow watched over by a great pair of mountains (only one is really visible). This is about .5 from Bierstadt Lake


Bierstadt Lake. I gasped aloud (to myself) when I came down the path and saw this.


See above


On the way back.

I'm determined to return with my digital camera. I wasted a lot of shots, and have a better sense of the kind of shots I want to take (never really had the chance to take mountain photos before). It's an amazing place. If anyone comes to visit, I'll take you--it's breathtaking.

Ill Advised Driving Move

On my way to a hike in Ohio

For the life of me I cannot remember the smell of sex, candy or running through the wet grass, nor can I remember why I counted so many fucking blue cars

For some reason I have had this urge (inexplicable really) to listen to the alternative music of late high school/freshman year. So thanks to Kazaa it's a tour of The Verve Pipe's The Freshman, Marcy Playground's Sex and Candy, and Better than Ezra's Desperately Wanting, Dishwalla's counting blue cars. I may toss in some Harvey Danger, maybe some Mighty Mighty Boss-tones. Who knows, maybe "Lump", Live. What am I forgetting. I know Brian and Mark can fill me in...what else what CD 101 playing in 1996/1997?

A1 and A2 in Operation Flawless Victory

My Beloved FOG


Couch of a hundred naps, friends of a thousand hours.

Photos from the Front


Tim Connolly, double fisting.


Why I'm in Colorado instead of working for Dean in a swing state.


Jamal (Jim) Anderson


Kid Leshtz


My former intern, my someday boss.


Everyone's hero: Molly


Probably the most interesting photo I took in Iowa.


JKD throws it back

More photos...
even more photos...

PHOTOS FROM DC and HOME


National Cathedral


Gardens of the National Cathedral


Children Sit on Einstein


Aaron in his fedora.


Aaron and Dakota


My beautiful sister, my adequate self.

Photos From The Road:


Grammar never dominates in the trucking industry


I am welcomed back by Iowa


The Settle Inn. Sadly the knight was a statue.


Nebraska, it's a lot of this.


D=RxT (I got to Fort Collins early...you can do the math)


As I took this photo the sun bounced off the Rage Against the Machine cd on my dashboard and it became part of the photo.


The Big Thompson River Canyon

A New Mission for this Blog:

I think that I am going to make this into a photo blog/random stray thought blog. It'll support Where is My Mind? but should also be something of an independent entity as well.


Aaron in his new environs (just about 5 miles west of Loveland Colorado)


Facing east, towards Loveland


Rocky Mountain Park as viewed from Estes Park

The other kind of politics
I've been lucky, and this I freely admit, to work for Paul Wellstone and Howard Dean. I've seen politics that elevated discourse, raised hopes, empowered people and inspired future leaders. Apparently that's not good enough. I wonder about the folks I meet who insists that politics is a game, and it's about winning. I try to argue that politics wasn't a game, that it was about 'the improvement of people's lives' that it could be more than just a simple matter of determining outcomes, but that it could change the way that people saw themselves and their government. I guess I have to believe that. It is deadening for me to think that the majority of people who do what I do, and do it well think that it's a game. That's its an excuse to get paid for the rush of adrenaline. That winnning is the only thing, and the process by which that goal is achieved is not only justified, but irrelevant. That the only limitation should be legal. And that 'i play in the gray areas, oh yeah, I play in the gray areas, but I try and stay this side of the law.' Clearly a call to higher service. It's hard to think that some of my brothers in arms are just mercenaries.

See Neil Gray's Band...win a burkha.*

From Neil:
"Hello folks (and apologies to those who are not New Yorkers), My med school band (sex chords) will be playing our first non-columbia-affiliated gig next monday, and we'd love all the support we can get (we don't get paid, but if it goes well, we can hopefully get more gigs). this is how i will make my living when i flunk out. I make no promises about the quality of the music therein, but I promise you that if you come and drink heavily, I will appreciate your efforts. and we're trying to whip up some demo CDs that we'll give away, so maybe you can get one of those. don't ask about the name. it's a developmental biology thing.

details are below
hugs and love,
neil

Acme Underground, 9 Great Jones St
Monday May 10, 10pm -- $6 cover
http://www.acmeunderground.com

FEATURING: Karen Wong, Peter Chung, Tony Lee, Neil Gray, Andy Everett, Tom Konecny and Dave Privitera, Greg Yurasek, Andy Teich, Tracy Wholf, Jon Costello

A,C to 4th st, walk east on 4th, turn right on
Bway, turn left on Great Jones

*Burkha is actually a metaphor for your inner need to cover and withdraw from the prying eyes of all men not as cool as Neil once you gaze upon him. though if you get one from the band, that'd be sorta cool as well, though fairly unlikely.

should I be this worried?

Having a hard time gaining the necessary confidence to tackle the task of managing a state senate race. I'm really nervous. I know that I've been here before, but it's still very scary. Advice?