Blogs as Excercise

Perhaps there is something inherently narcisistic about writing a blog-- far be it for me to deny narcissism-- but the duty of keeping up with it is a bit like a New Year's Resolution to exercise: great in theory but tough in practice.

I have to say I think I've done reasonably well. But it has been two months, and that is a sign of flagging enthusiasm. Whereas my enthusiasm is alive and well, I can't be seen to be flagging.

What's up lately? I've got a new business. I recently travelled to Europe. We've had the holidays. Winter has come to Colorado. The election is as maddening as ever. Perhaps I should take each in order.

The new Denver Shutter Company is going reasonably well. The weight of providing a livelihood for not just myself, but a half dozen others weighs on me. Complying with the appalling, atrocious, absurd, unconscienable, diablolical, evil (have I grabbed enough adjectives) number of rules and regulations that seek to destroy business people has weighed on me. However, on balance it is great to labor at something for which I genuinely care.

We spent my birthday in Germany embibing on fine Bavarian wheats and eating more sausage than physicians would counsel. Despite the occasional (read: constant) rain and snow, the trip was a huge hit. German mulled wine (Gluewein) is exceptionally soothing in a strong winter rain.

I was able to spend Christmas to New Years at home, and even managed to slip away to Bismarck for an overnight. This enabled me to pin down my realtor, stay in my finished home, use my remodeled shower for the first and only time, and spend time with my good friend N8. All things considered it was a nice trip.

I had long boasted that temps had not fallen below the mid 20's here in Denver, but was reproached unceremoniously by the 1 degree wind chill this morning. Cash even seemed to feel it in the paws. Oh well, by March we will be golfing.

I have supported, and continue to support, Rudy Giuliani's bid for presidency. It is furstrating to me that he seems to have lost his way. Perhaps this was inevitable. Perhaps he, and I, are too distant from the base of the party to really win. Pitty for the country. Far more troublesome is the sociopathic attempts the Clintons have made to secure their party's nod. Her deft attempt at fake tears pales when compared to her odious, but brilliant, machinations toward making Barack Obama a mere "black candidate." If anyone has wondered how low the Clintons will sink, they should only pay attention to this subtle but all too real example of politics at its worst.

Now, you ought feel caught up. I am happy, busy, outraged, appalled, and above all fabulous. Just what I had hoped for in '08. May you all realize the same.