It's Not Rocket Surgery



Just got back from a trip to Denver to attend a fundraiser conference. I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say there were a lot of "Livestrong" bracelets. I learned one or two interesting things, and got to steal a good joke from Robert Sharpe and make it the title of this post. Sharpe was by far the best thing about the conference. That guy knows his stuff.

I enjoyed my time in the six-block segment of Denver where I was staying, near the 16th Street Mall, which--besides the elaborately dressed goth teenagers--is a bit like a red state Santa Monica Promenade. Everyone seems to be trying just a little too hard. Exhibit A: the above sign.

The conference was in the shiny new Hyatt Regency Denver, which shows videos of cows in their elevators:



and has very cool lighting in its ballrooms:



It's right next to the Denver Convention Center, which has a giant blue bear trying to get in. Could belong to Paul Bunyan.



It's good to be home. Sweet, sweet Internet access.



1 comments:

j.e. said...

Glad to see you returned unscathed from that vast wasteland between NY and LA called "America"! We may not be fancy but we do have a lot of corn. And beef. Lots of that. Coal. Textile mills. You get the idea.