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Nerd Nite

June 19th, 2018
Nerd Nite

Welcome back to the Backstage series on science communication! If seeing the Science Riot show last week (which I assume you did!) got your nerd juices flowing and you just want more, you’re still in luck! Nerd Nite is the next Denver science communication specialty on offer. If you like science, trivia, esoterica of all sorts, Nerd Nite is for you. If you like all of the preceding items AND have trained your liver to tolerate large quantities of alcohol, Nerd Nite is so very definitely for you. Nerd Nite is not endemic to Denver—in fact, it started in Seattle and spread here like a virus,... Read More

Science Riot

June 5th, 2018
Science Riot

This is my seventh year in Denver. In the Biblical tale of Creation, God took six days to build the world and then, seeing that it was good, on the seventh day He rested. Fitting, then, that this is my seventh year in Denver and I see that it is good, indeed. Yes, I may have just compared myself to the Almighty. Contemplating the Rockies makes one feel a bit divine, especially if one is currently at altitude and may or may not have taken a hit off one’s buddy’s recreational spliff, which is itself a Denver religious experience. After seven years, what would I say gives this rowdy, ethereal,... Read More

Jump Up on Stage

May 22nd, 2018

One of my idols is Julia Child. Brilliant cook and charismatic personality, of course she was. She was also tall and gawky and quite homely. She bloomed late in life, doing nothing of public note for the first fifty of her many years and not exploring romance until her mid-thirties. She stumbled onto the passion of her professional life, French cooking, as the stumbled toward her 40th birthday. I relate to all of this late-blooming and awkwardness. Especially the bits about being tall and gawky. *insert self-deprecating eyeroll here* I love cooking and could write another column about that (hint,... Read More

Notorious VAG

May 8th, 2018

I, like everyone who is currently, or has ever been, an adolescent, am convinced that the world just doesn’t UNDERSTAND me. One of my main points of pique is that I am convinced that I have a reputation for being a rabid man-hater. The hurtful-truth part of this conviction is that it is not without merit and neither is the reputation. I will claim a nuance, though. I don’t hate *men.* Men are fun. They’re fun to talk to and flirt with, sometimes date and sleep with. I love the give-no-f***s boldness that men often display in greater portions than women. (Don’t get me started, though, on... Read More


April 24th, 2018

Burlesque gloriously celebrates the art, the performance, and the subversion in the embrace of sexuality. It’s an opportunity for women to kick off some of the social expectations and oppressions that society at large has about female power, expression, and sex. It’s also huge fun. It’s exhilarating to create exactly the appearance and presentation that you want and have an audience raucously endorse you for it. I understand the urge for gentlemen to join in the fun, but burlesque is a female art form. When men dress up and strip down, it’s not called burlesque, but rather “boylesque.” A... Read More

Sex and Pizza

April 10th, 2018

I started writing this piece with the idea that I would talk about late-night, post-show eats in Denver. As I wrote, I realized that I was writing specifically about pizza by the slice. As I wrote even more, it became clear that I was really just venting about my sex life. It would seem that I have f***ed my way through every after-hours pizza joint in the Queen City. Here is the short list of pizzerias and what I have to say about them and the men I explored along the way. There’s a lot of hot slices here. The Pie Hole wins straight away for “Best Name.” It’s on South Broadway and is a... Read More

Write Club!

April 3rd, 2018

Our great literary lights are very often, shall we say, “lacking in superfluous vigor”? So many have been indoorsy, reclusive navel-gazers, with biceps as thin as their pencils and a severe tendency to dwell in their fevered imaginations. Nobody would mistake Charles Dickens for an outdoorsman or Herman Melville for a great party guest. Stephen King doesn’t prompt ideation about feats of strength.  Of course, until I have written, published, and achieved universal renown as the author of the Great American Novel, I really can’t throw many stones at any other writer.  But I do hold... Read More

Avourneen & Swallow Hill

March 27th, 2018

Serendipity strikes when you least expect it. I haven’t talked much about my “muggle” job in these columns because it’s far less interesting than my “unicorn” life. I do laboratory diagnostics for an acute care hospital. It’s a critically important job, it’s more complicated than you might think, and it has the potential to be astonishingly yucky. My feelings about it are mixed. However, it did once lead me, serendipitously, into a real treasure. Some time ago, I was working with a doctor who was notorious both for being abrasive and aggressive. He was also quite short. “Doctor... Read More

Rocky Mountain Puppet Slam

March 20th, 2018

I confess that I do not care for computer-generated special effects.  Sure, they’re spectacular to look at (see: ninety percent of the last Star Wars). The tremendous skill required and technical execution are impressive.  They’re so good that you couldn’t even tell that they were there if it weren’t for the implausibility of the final result (see: Angelina Jolie’s cheekbones in Maleficent.) They’re like GMO’s: ubiquitous and almost impossible to entirely avoid. I don’t dislike them because they’re bad, per se. I dislike them for the squishy reason that they’re almost always…... Read More

Professor Phelyx

March 13th, 2018

The time has come for me to confess to you, dear readers, that I have a massive, unrequited crush on someone. That someone is Professor Phelyx, mentalist, entertainer, artist, and professional gentleman. I met him a few years ago when I was a backstage newbie and terribly nervous about how unqualified I was. Phelyx took the time to make eye contact, give a genuine smile, ask how I was doing, and listen to the answer. To a shaky little kitten, that bit of humanity was a lifeline. I’ve been in his thrall ever since. All live theater is magical. Some of it really is magic. Professor Phelyx weaves... Read More