Infowars.com quotes Dr. Hunter S. Thompson Jr. in comment #5: "We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world -- a nation of bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully."
"Of course both Mitch & Jeffrey are right on," writes Post blogger dankinney in comment #4. "If I lived in Redstone however, I would insist upon the county providing some sort of service. It 's just flat out unfair for Redstone to pay anything for absolutely no service at all!
Even if it were just 3 or 4 runs per day. The county has a moral obligation to connect the geographically separated parts of the county to the rest of itself. For us in Woody Creek, we get a few runs in the morning once per hour then several in the evening again but only during the 'season.' We get absolutely zilch during the day & the 'off season.'"
Common Sense Alliance blogger Jeffrey Evans sparks a discussion in comment #1 by dankinney about inequities in the system. "If you live in Redstone or Woody Creek (as I do) & in other areas," dankinney blogs, "an 'equal' portion of our taxes go to subsidize RFTA, right? BUT we do not have equal access.
So when the town of Snowmass Village comes up with funds for free bus travel between Aspen & Snowmass Village, shouldn't some of those funds be, in turn, used to subsidize our use?"
The Con Man welcomes William McKeen, the professor of journalism at the University of Florida at Gainesville, who has just completed his second book on Dr. Hunter S. Thompson Jr., "Outlaw Journalist: The Life and Times of Hunter S. Thompson." Among the questions asked: was he destroyed by drugs and alcohol--or celebrity? And what's his place in the pantheon of American writers?
There is something about the name Cape Foulweather that fascinates me. My mind races with thoughts ranging from the history of the area and wanting to know the facts, to images of a full length feature film of mystery and suspense starring Robert DeNiro, Al Pacino and Jack Nicholson. I wish there was an actual town of Cape Foulweather. I would consider renting a house there while I wait to purchase my sloop or ketch.
The name itself, Cape Foulweather, doesn’t bring the idea of a warm sunny day to the average tourist. The truth is that Captain James Cook discovered and named the Point in 1778 when he first sighted the mainland of North America on the Oregon Coast, and one of the sudden fierce storms, which greeted his arrival, almost put an end to his historical expedition. Captain Cook never set foot on land at Cape Foulweather and couldn’t wait for the storm to pass so he could set sail again and leave this area. I have just the opposite draw to Cape Foulweather, even if there are winds up to 100 mph a few times each year.
I leaped at the opportunity to sail to the Point after we scrapped the idea of our Wednesday Night Regatta in Yaquina Bay in Newport, Oregon when there wasn’t even the slightest hope of a breeze strong enough to fill the sails for us to race. We placed our bets on the wind currents out at sea, as unpredictable as they always are, once we left the bay under power and raised the sails heading north a few miles to Cape Foulweather. The sea was as flat as I have ever seen it. Barely a ripple slapped against the boat. We were under power while we tried to catch some wind. Finally a whisper of wind became just strong enough for us to cut the engine and use full sails. It was slow going and unusually quiet. Seagulls were passing us the way a Lamborghini zips past a Geo Metro with an 8 watt blow dryer motor.
It was a short trip, even at our slow pace, but it was enough time spent on the sea to remind me that I don’t really care much about regattas and racing as much as I do spending quiet time in reverie on the sailboat. Since 1965 I have had my share of fast cars. But that’s another story for another blog. Boats are in a different category for me when it comes to speed and purpose.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m older, wiser, and no longer in a hurry for my days to pass by quickly. Time seems to stand still when I’m sailing. I forget that there is already an influx of tourist traffic on Hwy 101. I don’t think about how long it takes me to drive home from Newport to Lincoln City. The sun doesn’t set until after 9pm here in the Pacific Northwest. It isn’t dark until well after 10pm, so my days are longer and my nights are very short. I don’t get much sleep and I can use all the siesta time kicking back on the boat, listening to a sail flap when it loses its wind now and then, and I have to do some quick tacking to avoid turning the engine back on.
One of my co-workers who has been sailing for over 25 years here told me he became a little bored with sailing. He said, “What can you do? You leave the bay, you go straight for a little while, then you either turn left or turn right. There’s nowhere to go.” I reminded him that it’s not the destination that matters. It’s the journey. Even if that journey only takes you a few miles to the left or the right. It’s a journey filled with valuable time that rejuvenates the heart and soul of expatriated Woody Creek dreamers like me.
Aspen Community Theatre is offering a free dance workshop hosted by Marisa Post, the director and choreographer for Aspen Community Theatre’s fall musical, Chicago. Synonymous with the show Chicago is the name of its brilliant director and choreographer Bob Fosse. Highly stylized, this dance class will explore the essential ingredients in the choreography of Fosse, including his dance roots in vaudeville, burlesque and jazz. The workshop will include a film history of vaudeville and burlesque, a session on how to follow choreography, culminating in a dance class designed to pull it all together. This class is perfect for actors, singers and dancers of all experience levels.
A new house cannot be built where an old one remains. The old house may be rotting, crumbling, a hazard to its occupants, but until it is brought down completely, and the debris cleared away, a new abode can not be built in its place.
This is why I support John McCain for president. There is no doubt that he will continue the disastrous policies and practices of the current administration. Indeed, many of his staff and advisors will be the very same architects of the old crumbling house we all now find ourselves living in.
Here's some interesting cockpit footage of a Learjet 60 coming into Sardy Field. Listen early on as the flight computer starts barking "Pull Up" as the jet drops over what must be Triangle Peak.
Wednesday, November 14th is Family Night for ACT’s fall production, “She Loves Me.” Treat your family, friends, and sweethearts to a wonderful night of music, comedy and dance. Reduced ticket prices for Family Night are $16 for adults and $12 for children (12 and under.) The show starts at 7 pm.
This romantic musical premiered on Broadway in 1963 with music by Jerry Bock and lyrics by Sheldon Harrick, the songwriting team behind "Fiddler on the Roof." The story centers on Georg and Amalia, two feuding shop workers who are unaware that they are romantic pen pals.
Performances will be held at the Wheeler Opera House November 14 – 17 at 7 pm. Tickets can be purchased at Aspen Show Tickets – 920-5770 – www.aspenshowtickets.com
Local actors Bryan Gonzales and Jennetta Howell join Michael Conniff on KNFO’s Con Games Monday, November 5th to talk about ACT’s Fall Production of “She Loves Me.”
Bryan plays Kodaly, a dashing clerk who woos his lovely co-worker, Ilona (Jennetta) then does her wrong. Jack Cassidy won the Tony for best supporting actor in a musical in this role in 1964.
Join Aspen Community Theatre for the Opening Night Party for “She Loves Me” at the Wheeler Opera House on November 8th. Meet & greet the cast and crew following the performance. Refreshments will be provided by our local restaurants.
Tickets are on sale for ACT’s fall production “She Loves Me.” This romantic musical premiered on Broadway in 1963 with music by Jerry Bock and lyrics by Sheldon Harrick, the songwriting team behind "Fiddler on the Roof." The story centers on Georg and Amalia, two feuding shop workers who are unaware that they are romantic pen pals.
Performances will be held at the Wheeler Opera House on November 8 – 10 and November 14 – 17 at 7 pm with a Sunday matinee on November 11 at 2 pm. Tickets can be purchased at Aspen Show Tickets – 920-5770 – www.aspenshowtickets.com
WOODY CREEK, COLORADO (Post Time News)—In a revelatory interview with the Guardian of London in October 2005, the widow of the late Dr. Hunter S. Thompson drew the curtain back on Owl Creek Farm and the picture is not the roseate picture that predominated after the gonzo journalist’s suicide in 2005.
Anita Thompson said there was “dark side” to Thompson and she called him the “lord of the underworld.” Before his death, she had been recently staying with her mother because “things were so bad.” She also said that she succumbed to the drug culture that surrounded her husband, and that she and the writer had tried to have a child.
There is something about the name Cape Foulweather that fascinates me. My mind races with thoughts ranging from the history of the area and wanting to know the facts, to images of a full length feature film of mystery and suspense starring Robert DeNiro, Al Pacino and Jack Nicholson. I wish there was an actual town of Cape Foulweather. I would consider renting a house there while I wait to purchase my sloop or ketch.
I leaped at the opportunity to sail to the Point after we scrapped the idea of our Wednesday Night Regatta in Yaquina Bay in Newport, Oregon when there wasn’t even the slightest hope of a breeze strong enough to fill the sails for us to race. We placed our bets on the wind currents out at sea, as unpredictable as they always are, once we left the bay under power and raised the sails heading north a few miles to Cape Foulweather. The sea was as flat as I have ever seen it. Barely a ripple slapped against the boat. We were under power while we tried to catch some wind. Finally a whisper of wind became just strong enough for us to cut the engine and use full sails. It was slow going and unusually quiet. Seagulls were passing us the way a Lamborghini zips past a Geo Metro with an 8 watt blow dryer motor.
