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Aspen A-peel

It’s my 6th day here and things just get better every day. It feels so good to be productive and spending your time doing things you enjoy. I love learning about the art at the gallery, and I have several large graphic design projects I’m working on on the side that are exciting. This entry is going to be jumbled because I’m in a bit of a rush and wanna just jot down things that left impressions the last few days.

For starters, I’m in the LOUDEST Starbucks ever. In addition to the customary order-yelling baristas and the whirr of the cappucino machines, there are dozens of pairs of ski boots clomping arond on the tile floor and a particularly bratty bunch of foreign children screaming as they trail behind their oblivious parents.

My lips almost fell off after three days here because the air is so dry. I tried organic lipbalm from wholefoods, Blistex, and some ritzy stuff from the hand-made cosmetics store Lush before I wandered into Carl’s Pharamcy here. Carl’s Pharmacy is like every garage sale ever held on planet earth combined- they have everything from Alba cosmetics to plastic baby figures the size of grains of rice, rubber octopuses, pet toys, electronics- it is truly bizzare. I asked the guys through a cracked and almost bleeding smile if they could please for the love-of-god recommend a supernatural lip balm that would rescue me. The guy laughed and immediately handed me “Aspen Aloe” lip balm, which I thought was a joke. But this stuff is no joke- it healed me in about 24 hours. HOORAY.

Next up was my nose- the gallery owner asked me point blank if I could please scrape the peeling skin from my petite nez because I assume it was extremely distracting and grossing him out. In lieu of risking looking like Michael Jackson, I managed saving my nose by rubbing Aspen Lip Balm all over it and it’s reviving nicely.

Last night we went to a club called Sky that looks just like a jet airplane inside. Even the toilets are like the toilets on a plane- all metal with the button you push to flush. It was pretty neat. We also went to local watering hole Eric’s, which seems to be where all the non-stinking-rich hang out to get their drink on and play pool.

I’m looking forwards to new years here tonight – I hope there will be awesome fireworks over the snowy banks of the mountains. All the parties in town cost anywhere from $50-$1000 to get into… so I’m not sure what we’re gonna finagle on that front, but if all else fails, we’ll probably end up back at the crack den, I mean condo, perfecting our Halo killing sprees. I don’t really like to play, but I’m a pretty good jinxy cheerleader. I might play a bit when the boys are out so that I can brush up, then sneak attack and surprise them all with a few deftly placed plasma grenades to the arse.

Oh that’s anther thing. The guys I’m staying with don’t cuss at all and use all sorts of silly words as substitutes…. i.e. Fudge, Darn, Geeze, Shiz, Gosh… with the occasional Crap thrown in. This positive influence is seriously rubbing off on me and I’ve found my fluency in profanity increasingly crippled. I’m not sure if I’m going to like what that is doing to my blogging- a well place “f*ck” is always a nice accent on here in my humble opinion, but what the fudge, at least maybe we here at Flighty Grapefruit will at least be a better example for any PG audience out there.

Ok, I gotta run and graphic design as fast as I can. Happy New Year everyone!!!!

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Clomp, clomp, crash, shout, clomp
Ski boots and screaming children
Must find better spot.

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Sparkling Snow Haiku

Sparkling snow drifts
Nestled under stars on black
Quiet happiness.

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Aspending

acrobats-at-play1

Last night after spending a few hours at the gallery I got groceries at City Market and then caught the RFTA bus (for the first time) back to the condo. I’ve always had a good sense of direction and that was a great thing last night because getting lost in the dark in sub-zero temps with three bags of groceries could have landed me a Darwin Award.

I have to note that the customers at the grocery store were pretty surly. People kept blatantly running into me and shoving me aside even when there was plenty of room! I don’t know if it was that  we were all different nationalities and had as many varying approaches for waiting in line or tolerating crowds, or if it was because we were all wearing snow gear that made us clumsy, or if half of these linebackers were half drunk/stoned, but it was pretty frustrating.

I spent a quiet night at the condo with some soup and my cat, being the hellion that I am. Woke up early this morning at 8am and cleaned my room/finished unpacking, then leafed through the “Aspen” magazine that I had picked up. It was full of articles and advertisements geared at the extremely rich. I browsed the lists of restaurants, feeling a little intimidated and wondering if I could afford any of them.

Only one day here and I do feel a little like Tiny Tim through the window staring at the turkey. All of the stores here seem boutiquey, for vacationers, and high-priced… though to be fair I haven’t been in many yet.

Reading the Aspen magazine has sent me into a contemplative jag this morning on large wealth and if I want it, or if I think I could attain it. Part of me feels like making money is such a default goal for so many people, but I hate to admit it isn’t always at the forefront of my mind… much evidenced by my bank statements. I have conflicting beliefs too… one that I could easily make money if I put in more effort and the other whispering that I haven’t accomplished it yet.  At this point in my life success still holds mysteries for me.

There is the thought of “Oh, I don’t really need luxery”, especially when I sincerely know that I am better off than 99.9% of the world. However, I’d really like feel that I’m more robustly standing on my own two feet. I wish I could buy tools I want…. whatever computer I want, that Marc Jacobs dress, that organic drink, without obsessing about the chain in the couch cusions. Having more money would free up some creativity- wouldn’t it? It would give me more power, certainly?

Dr. Wayne Dyer once said “You’ll never be poor enough to make anyone else rich”…. but can you be rich enough to make others poor? Does being rich come at the expense of someone else? Or are you doing everyone a favor by not only being a drag on resources, but having the wealth to spend and create companies and new jobs?

I do not know why it feels so complex to me. But, if I get grounded and look at my situation, I need to make money… it’s necessary for survival regardless of guilt complexes.

A girl my age or younger came into the gallery last night and looked at the Chagalls. “I love Chagalls” she swooned, “I have that one already” she said, pointing to a limited edition original lithograph. It blows my mind that a girl that young owns artwork like that. Is it disgusting? Is it inspring? I guess it simply is as it is…

And yet, if that rich girl had bought some paintings from me, I in turn would have more money to go out and spend on what I love, and I guess the world would be more the way I’d like it to be… my mind’s footprint would be larger.  Every dollar you spend is a vote for the way you want the world to be.

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First Day in Aspen

small-plane

I think I could have gotten here faster if I’d traveled by llama. I stayed up all night catching up with high school friends at Justin’s last “Christmas Day Night” party (his mom is moving to San Fran), then got home at 4am, frantically jammed everything I thought I needed into two suitcases, and raced to catch my 7:15am flight. It was an hour to Charlotte, then I was bumped off my 9:30am flight to Phoneix until the 3pm flight. At least I got a free plane ticket out of it. We finally got to Phoneix, and then boarded the unnervingly small “Dash” propeller plane for Grand Junction, CO.

The plane was full of rugged looking lumberjacks including the guy I was sitting next to. He curly gray hair that tucked behind his ears, a red flannel shirt, and a nice face. We chatted a little and he made me laugh because he kept describing the scenery in CO as “bitchin”. I gotta start using that word more! Poor Tina Kitty was “Cat”atonic by the time we finally landed in Colorado.

The guys were an hour and a half late picking me up in GJ. They’d gotten stranded in a snowstorm and had to pull over. Tina Kitty was making a weird gagging noise and I was afraid she was getting carsick so I let her out of her bag. After giving the car a thorough sniff-over, she settled herself on top of the luggage in between the two front seats, watching the highway stream towards us. After finally finding a 7-11 that sold cat litter, we made it to the Aspen condo around 4am. I’d fallen asleep for the last half hour of the drive and when I woke up, it was truly a winter wonderland. The snow is DEEP and it looks like where Santa Claus would live. It was really mysterious and magical looking.
Where I’m crashing is a total bachelor pad with more cheap scented candles than dishware and a leather couch, lol. I woke up around 12 but still have a headache from being exhausted. I think I start working tomorrow. I’ve been unpacking this morning and will venture out soon- Brad is going to work at the gallery so I’ll go with him to check it out, and then I want to wander around town.

I’m a little freaked out that I am here- it feels like an outlier on the normal course of events of my life. But I’m trying to just keep my mind in a positive space of “New things, new adventures, not boring” rather than “Man, wtf am I doing with my life?”. Worrying about that never seems to work anyway- better just to DO stuff until you find you aren’t worrying about it anymore (my new years resolution).

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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since canceled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoanéd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

– Shakespeare’s Sonnet 30

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Haiku: Art & Aspen

Choosing the unknown
Like this icy adventure
My stubborn habit

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