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Author: Tripping Raul

  • Miss Placebo

    My folks didn’t pay for my college. Scripps Howard payed a little bit — enough for tuition and a little bit of food — but the rest was up to me. To save money, Mariko, my Siamese cat, and I had moved out of the beautiful old house that had…

  • Golden

    I was sitting on the bus lamenting that America’s Sister Golden Hair had disappeared from my iPod and it got me thinking about the song’s lyrics and it suddenly struck me that they — like many from 20, 30, 40 years ago — might actually not have (gasp) withstood the Test of Time! (Example…

  • So weird, I don’t remember much . . .

    . . . but I do remember piling a bunch of grown dogs, puppies and children into the back of a weathered station wagon that was already crammed with adults and pseudo adults, such as my two oldest children. I know my nieces were there and my mom and sister…

  • Just Do It Anyway

    Walking along Cherry Creek on my lunch break, later than usual, it’s Friday, bitch of a week, it’s after 1:30 p.m. . . . Lost Man’s on his bench. This time he just nods and smiles a broken grin when I go by the first time; on the way back, though, he says his…

  • Tree

    I’m not sure what kind it is, but when we first moved in here — when the house was a child of about 5 — it was already here, firmly rooted in the front yard, and it’s not a birch or a cottonwood and it has pretty, twisted leaves. But one year…

  • It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

    The sun is beating down like Easter, but it’s not Easter and it’s Saturday and I can’t drink because I gave it up for lent, so I’ll just have to sit in the sun, walk in it, relish in it, for instance downtown for the St. Patrick’s Day celebration, and wait…

  • Fox

    I wonder if — having been unceremoniously kicked out of my gym by rude electrical workers who claimed I was breaking the rules by ignoring the nonexistant ‘Keep Out’ signs — seeing a profoundly decayed corpse of a fox on a sand bank in Cherry Creek while Sweet’s Fox on the Run was…

  • Maybe-not-entirely-unrequited love

    My romance with the Rocky Mountain News was probably the deepest, most intense and desperate venture of my life. Now it’s dead and the grief is no less than if the Rocky had been a person . . . one everyone knew was sick, but no one ever believed would…

  • As of today . . .

    . . . nearly 70 percent of my friends are unemployed.

  • I am so, so, SOOO sorry!!!!!! (roflmao)

    Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!!! I can’t stop laughing. I’m so mortified and remorseful . . . and yet, somehow, amused!!! I’m finally getting up to speed on Google Reader because Brian brought it up again because I missed when the TechHEds ‘Women in Technology’ podcast went live…