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Month: May, 2013

Intimate Strangers | Summer Challenge

Okay this one is going to be an easy one. Denver has a lot of breweries right? Colorado has the 4th most breweries per capita, at least 17 in the Denver Metro Area. I am going to take one friend at a time on a bike ride to a Denver brewery. Taste beer, talk about life, and ride back. Different friend each time.

Here is my list of breweries I have found so far, please let me know if I have missed anything:

Strange

Our Mutual Friend

Great Divide

Renegade

Caution

Breckenridge

Denver Beer Co

Wynkoop

Bull & Bush

Pints Pub

Copper Kettle

Dads & Dudes

Wit’s End

Hogshead

Prost

River North

TRVE

Intimate Strangers

intimate strangers

 

Email gardenandgathering@gmail.com to submit or if you have questions.

Theme? Intimate Strangers. How do we interact with the people around us? How do your friends inspire you? How do you feel about those you don’t know?

Looking for writing, painting, sculpting, etc. for a summertime zine focusing on the intimate strangers in our life.

Modern Friendship

Jake and Kyle

My best friend is Jake.  We met in high school, spent most of our days together and then went to college in separate states. He went to CSU in Fort Collins and I went to SPU in Seattle. We talked over the phone almost every day. After college, Jake decided to come to Seattle for a month. He found a job and ended up staying there longer than I did. We lived together for three years. The last year, we had really begun to settle into our ground floor apartment in Ballard.

One summer, my Dad came to visit me. We made a few trips around the city and one trip to Deception Pass. When he first arrived, he just wanted to relax. We stayed in the apartment, shades drawn and television on. Jake and I shared the large couch with our laptops open on our laps. My dad rested on the smaller couch. We didn’t say much to each other except what we were seeing pop up in our Facebook news feed.

My Dad retold this story to me the other day, laughing at how we didn’t even talk to each other. I was horrified. I try so hard to not let technology get in the way of connecting with other people. I have a smart phone that I am wary of ever pulling out, barely using its capacity. I have a laptop that I usually never take out of my room. I have headphones that I only use in bed.

The story first served to unnerve me, then reminded me how far I have come. It unnerved me because the strength it takes to quit the addiction to technology. I want to be clear that I am still largely connected; I am only trying to find appropriate times to plug in. I don’t ALWAYS need to have headphones in when I walk, nor do I always need my laptop with me in a coffee shop. A book and journal will do just as well.

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The other night I was making my way home in a car. The music was loud and I had the windows down. It suddenly struck me what that story was really about, maybe only another way to view what was happening. Jake and I have been friends for over ten years. In high school, and summer breaks from college, we would drive around Denver late at night listening to our favorite bands. Sometimes we would sing along, but often we just played the music loud and drove fast. We would both stare into the darkness of the city’s suburbs. Thinking about the families home, asleep. Not knowing what was going to happen next. We didn’t talk to each other, but that does not mean we weren’t connected. Our friendship was growing without words to nurture it. Art nurtured our friendship. Connected us in a way that clearly we will never forget. Sometimes you don’t need words.

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