Stein.

     I don't normally post two blogs in one day, but today is a special, once-in-a-lifetime occasion. At DU, our art department professors often email students with art-related job opportunities and internships on and around campus. This morning, I was checking my inbox and noticed that I had an email that was forwarded to me by one of my instructors, saying that Denver Post editorial cartoonist, Ed Stein, was looking for someone to be his production assistant and help to ink, color, and prep drawings for publishing. I've been a fan of Ed's since I was little, and while I thought it was a cool opportunity, I sent a quick reply asking for more information about the job...after all, I'm going to have a totally full schedule with cross country, school, and my graphic design job...it would be tough to balance it all. I had just sent the email and was walking downstairs when my phone rang, and low and behold, it was Ed himself. I've been invited to his studio tomorrow around 11:00 to talk about possibly becoming an apprentice of sorts for him. I'm so psyched! It's not totally set in stone yet, seeing as I'd have to work out a few things with next quarter, but if I can somehow manage it, this will definitely be the biggest thing that has ever happened to me as an artist. We'll see what happens!

Zoom! Pop!

     Well if you hadn't heard on the news lately, yesterday marked the final stage of the US Pro Cycling Challenge as it rolled through Golden and Wheat Ridge to finally come to a close in downtown Denver. The race is the first of its kind to take place on American soil, and hit pretty close to home...like 2 blocks close to home. I was able to catch the race as it came down 32nd Avenue and I have to say it was probably one of the coolest things I've ever witnessed in my life. Last summer, I was plagued with a few cross country injuries that kept me from running for a few weeks but I was able to keep my base training by bike riding up to Lookout Mountain in Golden, and ever since then I've picked up cycling as sort of a second sport.

     So after I checked out the race, I threw my bike into the car and hit up the Wheat Ridge Greenbelt trail. The plan was to get about 15 miles out (which did happen, by the way) but more than one thing went wrong, and needless to say, it wasn't a very fun Sunday. I've been having troubles with my iPod lately and right as I was heading back, I felt my back tire begin to bounce and discovered that I had punctured the rubber... completely. So there I was...15 miles away from my car, in the middle of the forest with a dead iPod which meant I had no indication of what time it was. I guess it's one of those situations that you see always happening to other people, but you never think it's going to happen to you. Well it did. Big time. I had to walk back the entire way with a dead iPod in my pocket and a busted back tire. Maybe it's finally time to get new wheels... yeah. I think I'm gonna look into that...

Hickory Dickory Dock.

     In addition to being a journal of sorts, my blog is also going to serve as a means of sharing some of my artwork with the world. Those of you who know me as an artist, can understand that it's often hard for me to be completely satisfied with my work once it's finished. I tend to look for flaws rather than see it as a completed work of art and I always feel like I can do better. About three months ago, I was lazing around my house when the old nursery rhyme, Hickory Dickory Dock, suddenly popped into my head. Immediately, I saw it not as a textual piece, but rather as a visual image...and I knew I had to make it come to life. And while my art has always had a keen focus on realism, I felt I needed to step it up a notch...and attempt to make something that was photorealistic. I'm too often consumed by deadlines...and it tends to take a bit of a toll on my work, as I hurry to get things finished. I asked myself..."What if I had an unlimited amount of time to complete a drawing? What would happen? How would it turn out?"

      This piece combines a few elements that are normal characteristics of my work...but adds a few new twists. The mantle clock is an antique that dates back to around the early 1940's. I remember wondering how a tiny mouse could have the strength or ability to climb up a giant grandfather clock. So I decided to downsize it. You know...more mouse-friendly. It's tough to determine from the image, but it seems to be from an old clock company called T.H. Sallon in London.
     The poem itself, was written back in the 1700's, and while it's story revolves around the element of time, the poem itself seems to withstand it. I wanted to convey that same sort of survival and chose to use an antique (an object that also withstands this test) within the piece.
     This piece is titled "Hickory Dickory Dock" is approximately 24 1/2" x 14".

Down By Six.

     Well...days at camp have finally come to an end, and while most of the kids are off to school this week, I've still got a month left of summer...and I intend to use it to the fullest extent. I spent a majority of my day yesterday doing something I do best: hopping on trains and running around Downtown Denver. Most of you know what happens when I get into the city...it's usually hard to keep up. Sometimes I even have a hard time catching up to myself. Maybe it's the runner in me, but I tend to just make direct beelines to places. I guess that's not necessarily a bad thing. After all, I was on a highly important mission - to grab a spot in line at Coors Field before all of the Rockpile tickets were picked over for the 6:40 Rockies/Dodgers game.

     DU was nice enough to pay for our seats, to celebrate our last day of work for the summer, and we needed a total of 15 tickets to get everyone in as a group. Needless to say, I was a bit concerned at first that they would all be gone by the time I arrived, but luckily my friend Joel and I were able to grab wristbands that would grant us 4 a piece...which left only 7 seats to go. I always love the people you tend to meet at Rockies games, and we got lucky after one of the guys behind us made a deal that he would buy us the remaining seats if we payed for his $1.00 senior discount. Sold.
     Rocks ended up losing pretty badly, but despite the rain, it was actually a really fun game to go to. I've never actually sat in the Rockpile before, and to be honest, the seats aren't too shabby for being around 4 bucks each...even if they don't have awnings, or cup holders, or snack guys, or real seats, or nearby gift shops, or Dinger visits, or a great view of home plate. It's worth 4 bucks.

     In addition to being able to hang out with a majority of the PASS Camp crew for one last time before we all spread out for the school year, my friend and fellow coach Jaceson, got the chance to take his son, Seth, to his first ever Major League game. I'm pretty sure Seth was more interested in his snacks than what was going on down on the field, but who could blame him? We're all tired of seeing the Rockies lose. It reminded me of when my dad used to take me to games as a kid. He'd always buy me Cracker Jacks. I'm sure I probably ruined a few good games for him by making him wait in line for an hour so that I could get my hat signed by Dinger. What's worse was that I was usually on the verge of tears by the time I got near him because he was so darn intimidating... but I wasn't scared...nope...not at all. We actually got to go together again, earlier this year on Fathers Day and I got the honor of meeting Dinger's dad. How many people can say they've done that?!

Run, Don't Walk.

     I bought new running shoes three weeks ago, and they already have a tear in them... maybe it's because I run too fast. Yeah, that's probably it.
     Today marked the first official day of practice for my old high school Cross Country team, and it was nice to once again have the opportunity to return for a second year as a part of the coaching staff. It's funny to think that 6 years ago, it took one 90 degree, mid-August day and a guy with a mustache, short shorts, and a contagious smile to change my entire life. I'd never been a fantastically gifted athlete, but the day I met my coaches, Scott and Judy Chamberlin was probably one of the best things that could have ever happened to me. I was nervous and worried (as any freshman would be), but that first high-five I got from Scott would be the stepping stone to many, many more in the future. I don't think I ever imagined that Cross Country would take me this far, and yet here I am, as part of the coaching staff of Wheat Ridge High School, working alongside two of the greatest human beings that have ever walked the planet...I mean universe...well, ever. Besides, on top of it all, I never dreamed of ever becoming a collegiate athlete, but I'm gearing up for my second season as a University of Denver Pioneer, and getting the chance to race alongside some of the best Cross Country runners in the nation.
     This whole coaching thing has set my future in stone... I know that teaching is the career for me. I don't think you should ever go searching for a passion... it has to find you. Sometimes the greatest things turn up in the most unexpected places. If I can inspire half of the people that Scott and Judy have in their lives, I'll be proud of myself.

Little.

     Butterscotch. It's really good. But even better as an ice cream flavor. If you've never been to Little Man Ice Cream, here in Denver, then you literally haven't lived. As for me, I've been there two times this week...the first was yesterday. I think, maybe, I'm on some sort of craze or something but there is nothing better than enjoying a delicious cup of ice cream on a warm summer night, while gazing upon a spectacular view of the Denver skyline. It was the perfect way to end such a great week.

     Today kicked off the last week of camp for a majority of the kids where I work, and needless to say it was pretty bittersweet. Although I've still got a week's worth of work to go before we officially call PASS Camp finished, I'm really grateful for everything that this summer has done for me. For one, I've realized that working with kids is what I really want to do. I guess I had always known that there a was a future for me in teaching, but I never thought I'd ever have an opportunity that made me wake up, excited to go to work each day...and this is only a summer job. Just the other day I actually had a parent come up to me and sincerely thank me for inspiring his son. He told me that I had been brought up numerous times at the dinner table, and that his son couldn't wait to get out the door on the mornings before camp. I suppose being passionate about things can really go a long way. Even the little things...like walking into the gym and having every single person chant your name, takes me back to the days in elementary school, when I looked up to people my age. They're the ones who got me here...it's time to make them proud.

A Calm Surrender.

Well...what have I gotten myself into now? I've been contemplating creating a blog for quite some time, and after debating over and over with myself, I decided peace is better than war, and finally gave in. So welcome - welcome to what will be a souped up, internet version of my life. I'm not entirely sure how many people will choose to read this, but even if you don't necessarily check back too often, at least become a follower. It will make me feel much, much cooler. I suppose the main reason I hadn't done this until now was because I had always thought my life was uninteresting. After all, I'm sure not everyone would want to read about running, or art, or the time that I couldn't return to my basement because the 'Godzilla' of spiders was partying down there (Ok, that's actually kind of interesting. It's been four days now.)...we'll call it a Tarantula. Either way, I think this whole blog thing is going to be pretty interesting. Life in itself is a journey, but its up to you to make it an adventure. That's always been a philosophy of mine. Now, I guess, it's time to share it. I'm looking forward to it! I think...