...but my body's still in Boulder.

Nothing much shaking here in the epicenter of Granola Liberalism. What could someone like me possibly find interesting about a city where the members of ashrams seem to outnumber churchgoers, whose Democratic primary delegates still consider apparent acid-casualty, Dennis Kucinich, a viable candidate, and where tie-dye clad yuppies who drive BMWs begin and end telephone calls with "Peace" instead of "Hello"?

That was a rhetorical question, obviously.

So I'm just biding my time here until the weekend when my friends have invited me up to their condo in Winter Park where I plan to imbibe lots of wine and spirits, then pull every ligament in my chest mountain biking like I did last year.

Unfortunately, I appear to have missed Hog Fest, so the town won't be overrun with fat, tattooed, baldheaded bikers and saggy breasted, big-haired old ladies riding their unmuffled bikes until the wee hours. What a shame.

That's all for now. I'll post something interesting one of these days...maybe.