Oprah gives Alchemist a thumbs up!
I was talking to a friend the other day about how to get noticed. She writes a blog about book reviews that gets a loyal following. Her advice to me, “Mention Oprah.”
“Oprah?”
“Yeah, Oprah is like gold. You talk about Oprah, and you’re in.”
So here goes: I saw Oprah at the Opera the other day. Oprah and I are tight. I told Oprah,”Oprah, you should host a TV show called, ‘Oprah’”. Oprah told me Oprah already has a show called “Oprah”. Oprah also has a Magazine called “O“, which stands for Oprah. No doubt, Oprah knows “Oprah”.
That should do it.
Boudler Cup at the old Harlow Platte
Boulder Cup is tomorrow. It’s the biggest cyclocross race in the area. It usually draw a large crowd of elite racers, spectators and cowbells. Strangely, they moved locations from the traditional Harlow-Platte location to Flatirons Mall, in Broomfield. Broomfield Cup doesn’t have the same catchiness, but I’m sure the racing and vibe will still be top notch. We’ll be setting up shop at the race. So if you are around, drop by the Alchemist booth for complimentary cookies and candy while you browse our designs and goods. We’ll have race day specials, including the “Bike Share” shirts which we’ll be selling for $10 in celebration of the upcoming elections. $10 for a slick 100% organic shirt? I know, it’s criminal.
Jeff C. is arranging a Super Hall ride for tomorrow. Most of us will be riding singlespeed. If you are up for it, come along. I gotta set-up the booth in the am, then I’m going to let Hannah hold down the fort until Claire can get there. So late morning start. We hope to be done in time for the UCI pros in the afternoon. See you there!
Claire and I hauled our gear down to Denver to set up for 
Another night in the ER. Another blog post.
This is day #3 of the never-ending Phish concert. 8000 burned-out hippies have descended on Broomfield for 3 days of hapless, drug-induced stupor. We staffed the ER with extra folks to handle the hoards of hallucinating casualties that could, at any time, rain down upon us. Just saw a lady who was brought in by the ambulance for a bad reaction to what she thought was Mary Jane, but was apparently something not so agreeable to her. She and her friend are wearing the requisite Phish uniform,Tie-Dye. I’ve never understood why anyone enjoyed listening to a jam session for hours on end. The only people who think jam sessions are cool are the jammers. But maybe that’s the reason that Phish Fans have to consume all those drugs, so the music actually sounds tolerable. As it turns out, Claire is at the concert right now. After I found out she was going, and then finished making fun of her taste in music, I told her that if I had to see her in the ER for some kind of foolishness, I’d make sure to have the nurse put her in a diaper and get a Polaroid. That’s what we used to do to the drunk college kids back in Charlottesville.
A superb showing of local fast guys at the 
The fortitude of young people amazes me sometimes. Especially when I have grown accustomed to the whining and crying that is incessantly coming out of my household. And occasionally, my kids and Sue complain too. But during my chronic belly-aching fugue, I can still appreciate the ability of others to be tough. Saw a teenage girl who dislocated her thumb playing powder-puff football. With her pink eye paint and hair-ribboned, light blonde hair, she didn’t look like the tough type, but she didn’t seem to be too upset that her thumb was pointing the wrong direction. Her mother was more upset about it than she was. I offered to numb it up before we put it back in place, but she opted to just bite the bullet. She did get a bit of cold feet as I sought out her thumb. She just needed a little conversation.
Saw a fella the other night who came in for an injury to his elbow after a rather innocuous fall on his skateboard. It wasn’t hard to diagnose the problem. The deformity around his elbow would make anyone go, “Uh, that ain’t right.”
