Boulder Daily Camera
Exhibit brings to life Boulder's love affair with beer
The "People's Republic of Boulder" has acquired a reputation based on its proliferation of liberals. So it's likely few would guess Boulder's conservative faction kept the town dry for practically 50 years during the age of prohibition. And while home brewing seems little more than a hobby for the eccentric relative or coworker most of us seem to know, it led to innovations that are among the foundations of today's microbrew industry. Deep in the archives, Boulder still has some surprises up its sleeve, a fact Julie Schumaker knows all too well.
Colorado Daily
Special tappings going on, including a Christmas Ale
I'm so glad to be back in Colorado. Last weekend, I left my beloved state for Kentucky for a work conference (yes I'm old). Upon arrival, exhausted but exhilarated, I realized: I'm doomed. I'm in bourbon country.
Lunafest, MediaLife and craft brews
Things I learned last weekend: I look absurd as a blonde (and thigh highs are hardly one-size-fits-most). Oh, and this 5-foot-10 in heels is madness. If you take a break from hard alcohol, favoring beer and box wine for months, it'll git ya, in the sense that you'll believe you're sober as a bird while grinding your best friend's bum. The older my friends get, the better they are at hiding their inebriation. Seriously. With age comes sneaky-ass drunkenness.
Oktoberfest's feats of strength
As most people could tell you, I have the strength of a feisty kitten and the coordination of a broken weeble-wobble toy. Hot, huh. Try as I might, I can't seem to fix either, no matter how many lady push-ups I do or "runs"/casual strolls I go on. So I've learned to cope with my weeny arm strength and tackle my fear of flat surfaces while walking. My friends know to keep their distance in general, I'm not allowed to wear too high of heels and I'm a worthless helper whilst moving.
Flingy yourself to Asher's Cornhole-a-Palooza
The other night, while PBR pre-gaming at Red Rocks, my friend looked over and declared, "Aww man, I wanna play some clacky balls!" To which I responded, "Oh sure. Clacky balls..." We're both a bit eccentric, you see, so our gibberish usually means something. Sure enough, folks a bit away were tossing those balls attached to the strings at the bars. You know. After an interwebs search, I have discovered the name is actually "ladder golf," or "flingy pongy," to the cool kids. I prefer the latter and hope it spreads like wildfire.
Loveland Reporter-Herald
Gospel bluegrass jam will be Sept. 29 in Windsor
A song in your heart, and a tap in your toe. That's what's promised to those who attend a bluegrass gospel jam. But for Ron Camerrer, the initial experience was far more than a toe-tappin' good time. After a difficult divorce, his first jam was a healing process, he said, something that lightened the world his loss had overshadowed. "It brought me out of the depths of despair," he said.
Bas Bleu to stage 'The Year of Magical Thinking' July 26-Aug. 4
If you don't take risks, you don't grow, so says Wendy Ishii. The co-founder and artistic director of Bas Bleu Theatre in Fort Collins, Ishii has led the theater down unexpected roads -- starting with their first Samuel Beckett performances when it opened -- and has emerged eager for more. And with their upcoming one-woman production of "The Year of Magical Thinking," Ishii will get the challenge she craved.
Rocky Mountain Collegian
GLBT: A largely unquantified community
As he entered the room, the blank eyes of a scarecrow seemed to stare at Tommy Crews as it hung limply on the fence in the Edwards dorm room. With the words of Matthew Shepard’s tragic story written on the walls of the room, the crude portrayal of Shepard’s last day stood as a powerful reminder of the consequences of discrimination. And as an openly gay student, Crews was more affected than others, explaining the story of the crime to those in his group, remembering the day 11 years before when Shepard died in Fort Collins after being beaten to death for being gay.
The lives of a community In transition
As he looked into the faces of those around him one year ago, Mac Simon said he couldn’t help but see the truth of his identity in those faces at the annual Transgender Day of Remembrance. Always aware of his transgender identity but still hesitant to admit it, Simon went to the event with friends he had made in his time as an intern at the Lambda Center, Fort Collins’ GLBTIQQAcommunity center, still gender questioning.
CSU, Fort Collins fortify flood prevention plans
Thirteen years ago today, Fort Collins found itself wading through the wreckage of what has been one of the worst floods in Colorado’s history: the Spring Creek Flood of 1997. As water quickly rose from the creek’s banks, alerts rang throughout CSU’s campus and Fort Collins, warning people to find higher ground. By late evening, the flash flood had already damaged buildings and city structures in its path, ultimately taking the lives of five people and causing more than $300 million in damage to CSU and Fort Collins, as reported in the July 25, 2007 edition of the Collegian.
A 'queer' look at identity
A woman of many different identities, Mia Mingus considers intersectionality an unavoidable and important part of life. Difficult to define, she put it quite simply. “It’s a big fancy word for my life. For your life. For our lives,” she said.
Local hotel hosts holiday high tea
Decorated with garlands and glittering with lights, the Hilton Fort Collins hosted its second afternoon of the Holiday Tea yesterday, offering what visitors said was an elegant experience with tasty cuisine. Earlier this year, the Hilton introduced its High Tea to their monthly schedule, a formal tea held the third Thursday of every month from 1 to 4 p.m. every month in its restaurant. "We've been really excited about this new opportunity," said Gail Arnett, who is in charge of reservations at the Hilton.
Our View: Farewell from the Editorial Board (Opinion Piece)
A group of misfits since we were first hired on at the Collegian, some of us years ago, the editors on this board haven’t changed much. We’re still a group divided on our opinions, united by our inability to focus for an entire meeting. We’ve yelled, cursed, laughed and cried together and, in the midst of the 12-hour workdays and later-than-bearable nights, we became a family.