tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148528952011-04-21T15:06:57.118-07:00A photoblog/album-journal.C. Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14070580733258860855noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852895.post-1139637058154326562006-02-10T22:36:00.000-07:002006-02-10T22:50:58.166-07:00

This is my bus stop. I like to think that a vegetarian will view this picture and become nauseated. Colfax thinks you've been wasting your time.

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I traveled to Fort Collins to celebrate Linda's brother's birthday. He studies Bats at CSU.At one bar I played darts with these two dreamy grad students. I had to give the bartender my Driver's License to get the darts. I left the bar with the darts stuck to the board and my license behind the bar. My license is still behind the bar. Fort Collins is 70 miles away. Merde.Linda's Brother is a

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It's "found art" day, here at Which Echoes. I'm bored at work and don't have any pictures to upload so I've decided to share some of the found art I have collected around the internet. Welcome to my gallery!I must begin my discussion of art by giving thanks to Bob Ross. Bob Ross had a profound effect on my sense of beauty, respect for nature, and my growth as a human being. I just loved it

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The Continental Divide just before sunrise as seen while driving over Loveland Pass with Mom and Butch on our way to Keystone for a day of skiing. Mom doesn't mind changing in public as evidenced by this shot of her working herself into her ski pants in the parking lot at Keystone. I have no other pictures of me ski trip because I lost my camera for most of the day. I realized this on the

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We took a trip to Canon Beach and visited this "crusty" little seafood shack. Oh, there were many things to enjoy. I had blackened salmon and smoked oysters. Lippy and chair shared some chowder and fish and chips, catfish also had chowder and Ms Geise, pictured above right, hates seafood and ordered a cheese burger and fries. I will never understand her kind. The beach was beautiful. The

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Before Z, Smelly and I got to the juggle farm we stopped off at the Hagan's for some provisions. Smelly had told me a few days earlier about how they get a lot of there food out of trashcans behind the store. I was suspicious of this activity and wanted to see it for myself. So we pulled around back and smelly said "well if we're going to do it we're going to do it" and they set to doing it. I

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There is much I would like to write even this early in my trip to the Great Northwest, but I don't have much time. Z and sister smelly are antsy to get up to Bellingham and back to the "circus farm," however it might have been renamed the "juggler's spa."We found Heiney at his divebar and stopped in at his girlfriend's house to feed her cat. They tried on wigs. Everyone was getting along just

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Merry Christmas, everyone. Inter alia I received this basketball from me mum. My family is ultra-progressive. Although my parents divorced 4 or 5 years ago we still spend holidays together. In fact their significant others also spend holidays with us. It's one of my favorite things about my family: there is no awkwardness that can't be overcome. Pictured above: my mom and Butch behind the

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Eventhough finals have been over for a week I've kept myself very busy: I have two jobs. In the mornings I guide the felons of Denver County through the arraingment process in courtroom 12T pictured above. In the evenings I count pennies for rich folks at the firm. I've been staying late lately trying to bill as much as I can before Christmas. This is a picture out of my office window at

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I would like to apologize to all those that at least semi-regularly check my blog, I've been neglectful. I blame it all on finals. Which I also blame for my gray hair, caffeine addiction and embarassing case of priapism. (Dare you to look that one up.)This is where it all happens, The Sturm College of Law at the University of Denver. This brand new law building cost the University $90 million. To

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"Check out these echoes!" Part III feel sort of talented. It's a new feeling.

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Last night Miss Texas called me a "misguided elitist." We were having an argument about who was better: Billy Joel or Bruce Springsteen. Hey, if I'm an elitist because I can recognize the difference between a spirit of our age and a pugnacious narcissist then build me an ivory tower. If I'm misguided because I've spent time exploring the depths of "Nebaraska" and "Ghost of Tom Joad" then buy

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Throwing a post-Thanksgiving party in Phoenix is like a box of chocolates....I'm singing at this couple's wedding in February.Me loves some catfish.

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Check out these "echoes:"These are all photos I've taken and I just fucked with them with the photoshop program. I actually had a lot of fun doing this.

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Rocky Mountain High, Colorado.Rande and I tried to go fishing up in the mountains, and we ended up going a little too far. The beaver pond we planned on fishing was half frozen over...and it was really cold outside. So we sat in the car for awhile and drove back. On the way home I really had to pee so we pulled over at an all purpose new age/coffee shop in the suburbs. We found this

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A moment of peace found lying on my back on a bench in the park staring at the sky though the limbs of the trees.

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A withered heart in the road.

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Friday was nothing less than a spiral of shame. So, tonight will be spent on the couch with Colfax. It started out innocently enough at the Pearl Street Grill where I met some Law Review folks for happy-hour. Then to the Candlelight where and I and my ex-sorority girl Texan companions just got drunk. It should have ended there but Wise-up and I went to the Stadium. He left me there with some

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Religion was a sore subject for Molson and me. Even though we only dated 3 and a half months we had conversations about whether we would raise our hypothetical children "in" the church. And that would be the Lutheran church. My position was, "fine with me as long as I don't have to go." Not the answer she was looking for.

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This simple blue Pocket-T may represent the turning point in our relationship. I picked up Molson at the airport after a trip she took over Memorial Day, or Labor Day -- whichever one is in September. When we got back to her house we layed down on the couch and were working up to a make-out session when she told me she hated this shirt -- and she meant it. I thought at first that maybe she was

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Damn we're good looking -- apparently that's not enough. Maybe we just peaked out early, and literally. What compares to a romance sparked at 12,000 feet in the Rockies, drunk as shit on cheap Bourbon, immersed in the 100 plus degree waters of a natural spring, and surrounded by naked hippies with great bodies? No really, tell me...that wasn't rhetorial. Fucking beat it. (Oh and thank you to A.

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I went on a field trip with my oil and gas class last week to an active drilling rig. This particular rig is more than 6000 feet deep. Natural gas prices are very high and climbing right now. Whoever owns this particular well will make millions, as will the owner of the land, the production company, any overriding royalty interest owners, and, of course, the lawyers. Pretty isn't it? Don't you

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I am so happy that Chair and Lippy stopped in Denver for a few days on their trip back west. Colfax and I both benefited from spending some time with these down-home folks. Highlights of their visit: a heated debate about the Disney film Pocahontas, playing fetch with Colfax, and of course Jaebos. I am pleased to report the I have abodpted the Jaebos habit.Apparently there's a whole series of

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Denver sits at the base of the frontrange of the Rockies. God's country if you ask me.

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I call this series of photos "Shots From the Hip." All of the photos were taken on Colfax Street in Denver and were taken with a new style of photography I've been practicing. I hold my camera in my hand at my side and take the picture from there. I'm working under the presumption that my subjects are unaware that their picture is being taken. It's difficult to aim but with some practice I'm

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I finally made it down to the Petsmart to purchase Colfax some much anticipated accoutrements. He got several new mice which have all subsequently disappeared. I think he hides them in the giant pile of clothes in my closet, although I'm not sure. He also got a sweet-ass new orange Harley-Davidson collar. It was the only collar that wasn't totally sissy-gay. I also got him a harness and a

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This was the scene at the law school at 3:45 this morning. This is the line for the Hoffmann Moot Court competition. The sign-ups weren't until 7. Molson and I sat among these over-achievers for three hours plus just to get a shitload of work and to write an $80 check. Fucking retarded if you ask me.These folks had the right idea.These are the douche bags at the very front of the line. They had

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Through submission to greed, anger and the socratic method I have transformed into a terrible force of evil. My new powers include the ability to conjure canteloupe-sized balls of energy with which I smite my adversaries. I can also conjure regular canteloupes but they are never quite as ripe as I'd like them to be.Molson and I traveled to Santa Fe this last weekend. Sante Fe is a charming

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I enjoyed a visit from Mr. Finnegain this week. He can viewed above trying to sleep under a blanket of insufficient size. I made sure he went to sleep with the spray bottle close by to fend off Colfax's affectionate attacks. Molson and I drove Finn up into mountains. She made us Turkey and Roast beef sandwiches. There were Tangelos too. On Saturday I went to the Moot Court Board welcome back

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Colfax and I have really let the place go to shit since I started writing my article. I have to turn in a 35-40 page article complete with footnotes on Tuesday, needless to say my Labor weekend has been "the bomb." Since I am abusing myself mentally for some reason I've also taken the opportunity to abuse myself nutritionally. Today I've had two Poptarts (strawberry), one bag of potato chips,

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We are very proud of Anderson, shown above with a remarkably believable "I'm going to burst your liver with my mind" expression on her face, for her work on this year's new DU Law Reivew T-shirts which can also be viewed above modeled by our EIC. Access to this mini-fridge full of soda may be the single perk to being a member of the law review.

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The Friday before school started we tried to have a party. There was some drama between Miss Texas and her ex-fiance before Molson and I showed up but he left and things settled down. Miss Texas decided to do some tarot card readings. The tarot cards predict that Ande's legal career will be successful. The girls wouldn't let the blonde-haired guy in this picture ask when he was going to die.

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This Bar-B-Que ad features a pig excited about cooking pig flesh over a fire, which is disturbing if you think about it. When I was a 4-H youth I spent some time at the Maricopa county fair watching pigs. I never raised pigs myself so I found them fascinating. Especially when they would take a shit and turn around and eat it immediately. Sorry I don't have a picture of that. This is the jar

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Colfax finds it highly amusing that many of the legal phrases in the Black's Law Dictionary sound remakably similar to the jinxes and spells in the Harry Potter Books. For example, "Custos Rotulorum," which actually means: The principal justice of the peace in a county, responsible for the rolls of the county sessions of the peace; "Mobilia sequuntur personam!" which actually means: Movables

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Take heed my friends. Due to a dangerous mixture of white wine and feminine guile I let my guard down last night and allowed the space between my eyebrows to be "waxed."

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I see this guy a couple of times a week usually in different places. He treats his hateful campaign like a full-time job. He’s got 4 different signs. Obviously the one you can read in the photo: “Clinton raped Juanita.” The other three read: “Hillary Hates U.S.A.,” “Kerry throws like a girl,” and my favorite, “Hillary is a serial killer.” The best part is the little actions he does as he

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Right after finals I had the rare honor of receiving a visit from an old friend (shown above, right) whom many of you may know as the foreign correspondent for the Time and Space Lounge, Mr. Felix Hurn. Felix and I spent most of the night drinking and shit-talking about old Tucson folks. We ended up at the Pour House in Lodo (Lower Downtown Denver) when the last call bell rang. Although we were

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