Fix A Cup Of Tea

I disconnected my cable service. I had the service for 28 years. My Comcast bill had risen to $170 a month. It seems like every month the bill increased because of an increase in taxes, fees on some other reason. I didn’t think the service was worth the price Comcast charged. The monthly bill did not include internet or phone service. When I called to disconnect the service, the agent offered to reduce my bill. I expected to be offered a price reduction as part of a customer retention program but I refused. I question why Comcast didn’t proactively contact me to reduce my bill.

Morgan, a friend from the gym, suggested getting an Amazon Fire Stick along with Netflix and an antenna for local channels. I can add HBO and Showtime to a Fire Stick and have almost the same level of service. I only watched a handful of the channels Comcast provided. I cut the cord and returned to cable box to Comcast.

I bought a Fire Stick and subscribed to Netflix but have yet to add any other extra channels. So far, I’ve been enjoying several series from England on Netflix, especially, Last Tango In Halifax. I have learned one thing. When the English have a dilemma, they fix a cup of tea. You find out your high school age daughter is pregnant. You fix a cup of tea. You get a speeding ticket. You go home and fix a cup of tea. Your cable bill is too expensive. You fix a cup of tea. Your house burns down. The neighbors fix tea for everyone at the scene. You get the picture. I’m going to fix a cup of tea while I ponder how to add MSNBC to my Fire Stick.


Coal Or Uranium

I was reading the comments on a post over at Sooo-this-is me. One commenter named, Mike, was describing his experiences as a young man trying to get a job at the National Security Agency. His story reminded me of my ex’s experience getting a security clearance when he worked as a nuclear physicist. My ex was interrogated by man in his mid-fifties. When my ex admitted to being gay, the man asked my ex if he had sex with minors. My ex asked if he meant coal or uranium miners. The man closed his notebook and left the room. A woman came in to finish the interrogation. My ex got his security clearance.

Hotdogs For Dinner

I had hotdogs for dinner last night before the art tour. One of Paddy’s clients owns a Vienna Sausage hotdog restaurant just south of the galleries on Santa Fe Drive. Paddy, JP and I stopped in for a nitrate laden dinner. It wasn’t the best choice of food for dinner but it was quick and got the job done.

The art tour was uneventful for me. I’d seen all the current shows and there were no new openings. Paddy found a few things he a liked but refrained from buying as he still has not done his taxes and fears he owes money.

There are some colorful works on paper, canvas and board by Bill Ballas at Spark Gallery:

Disappointment Drive 19

Until recently, I’ve been reluctant to pursue any dating opportunities given my many trips down disappointment drive. Two weeks ago, I logged onto Plenty of Dead Fish. I came across an interesting profile of a man who seemed sincere and honest in his profile. He was my age and his physical attributes were to my liking. Here’s an excerpt from his profile:

“I like kind/thoughtful/considerate/loving/passionate/fun-loving/secure/non-judgemental men. Seek guy who cares about world affairs/environmental/social causes. I’m sensitive and respect others. Contact me. C where it goes. There’s so much more to me than words in this profile could ever convey to you. Hope to meet a sweet man.”

I sent the man a message. I took time to compose a meaningful response. I detailed why I thought I matched many of the qualities he was looking for in a man. The man read my message. He has yet to reply. It’s been two weeks. I guess he doesn’t really respect others, or he would have sent a reply, even if it was to say he wasn’t interested.

Enjoying Saturday

The garden was too wet from Friday’s snow to do any outdoor work on Saturday. I decided to enjoy the day. I managed to sneak in a trip to the grocery store, get in a great workout and stop by the Denver Botanic Garden’s York Street facility. Recently, a new art exhibit of Jason DeMarte’s prints opened in their exhibition space. I had missed the opening but wanted to check it out since Jason is on my list of artist to acquire. Jason digitally combines images of fabricated and artificial flora and fauna with commercially produced and processed products to create his prints. I think his work is stellar. Jason is represented locally by Rule Gallery. Here are a few of my favorites from the show.

Corn Syrup Summer, pigment ink print

Silicone Starling, pigment ink print

Goldfinch-Pink Cord, pigment ink print

I never made it to the Shitty Kitten opening on Friday night. The gallery is on South Broadway which is a popular destination because of its restaurants, bars and shopping opportunities. It was a cold and snowy night. I couldn’t find parking so I gave up and headed over to Santa Fe. I stopped in Space Gallery, Mai Wyn Fine Art, Spark and Michael Warren Contemporary before heading over to Next Gallery in Lakewood. Virginia T Coleman (the T is a differentiator because there are two Virginia Colemans here who are both artists) opened a new show of sculpture and mixed media pieces. One very large sculpture of I-beams had to be welded in place in the gallery. It’s a great piece but it was hard to get a good picture of the sculpture given the constraints of the gallery.

Baseball With Snow

Today’s baseball game will be the coldest home opener in Rockies history. Temperatures will be in the low 30s with snow. Saturday will bring warmer weather with highs in the 60s. That’s spring in Colorado.