Same dirt. Different day.

“Yeah. I’m not in to sports. If I found out that I had athlete’s foot, I’d think that’s not my fuckin’ foot!” -Mitch Hedberg

1) Ben. Harper. Was. Amazing.

It’s quite disappointing how few people are aquanited with his music, given his exceeding talent, charisma and musical diversity.

If America didn’t suck, Jessica Simpson would be unheard of, and Harper would be an idol.

The show was at the Fillmore in Denver. I went to the show with Sagar and Carter, and enjoyed some P.F. Chang’s along the way. Our service was exceptionally poor, but the food was as good as usual. Mmm.

Although I’m about to fall asleep on my desk right now, it was so very very worthwhile.

2) It rained like crazy this afternoon while I was working. There’s just something wonderful about getting drenched in a Wyoming thunderstorm. It hardly seemed like Wyoming, really– the thick, heavy drops of rain, the mud, the sound of gutters flooding and the thousand tiny puddles jumping and dancing in the perfection of the gray and the wet heavens-come-to-earth.

clean, refreshing, somehow full of life

3) There’s something wonderful about a cup of hot chocolate and a dry shirt after being drenched by a heavy rain.

4) The RSS feed thing should be squared away. My host is being great about the whole thing, so the feed should be back up before you read this.

About Mark Egge

Transportation planner-adjacent data scientist by day. YIMBY Shoupista on a bicycle by night. Bozeman, MT. All opinions expressed here are my own.
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One Response to Same dirt. Different day.

  1. jaderobbins says:

    in regard to the previous blog entry, i beg to differ that your mom makes the best rhubarb pie 😉