Wanna work with me? (You do.)

If you’re in Denver, Las Vegas, or Los Angeles, the company I work for (and really enjoy working with) is hiring.

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We are actively hiring for several roles on our team. We’d like to add some additional design/front-end capabilities as well as several back-end or full-stack web developers.

More about these roles can be found on our careers page. We’re looking for people with enough experience that they can contribute right away, but we are always flexible on the exact profile because we hire people, not skills. All of these roles
will be primarily responsible for working on billable projects and solving problems for our clients. There will also be an opportunity to be involved in supporting internal product and marketing initiatives from time to time. If you’ve got strong development skills, we’d love to hear from you.

We are primarily hiring for our Denver office, but we’d be happy to hear from candidates near our Los Angeles or Las Vegas offices as well. We will also consider remote candidates under certain circumstances.

More info: http://crowdfavorite.com/blog/2014/04/hiring-web-developers/

I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating: this is the most difficult and most rewarding job I have ever had. Read the careers page on the company web site. The stuff about work/life balance isn’t words. They mean it.

And if you’re interested, ping me first. I’ll get your foot in the door.

Twelve

My dearest Sheri,

Twelve years ago today in Las Vegas, NV in front of around fifty people who represented our respective friends and family, I pledged my life to you, and you pledged yours to me. It’s one of those strange and unique things in life where it feels brand new every day and at the same time feels like it’s been this way forever.

I guess it was meant to be.

Thank you for being there for me when I was less than I should be, and for inspiring me to be more than I thought I could be. It was your outward beauty that first caught my attention, but your inward beauty that kept it. I know I would be a vastly different person today, and probably not in a good way, if I had not met you. Thank you for prodding me in the right direction, even if I didn’t want to be prodded. That’s what love is.

I thank Karma that you fell in love with me as much as I fell in love with you. I guess we both did a lot of things right to find each other. I’m still in awe that it’s been twelve years. Looking back at all the stuff we’ve done, all the adventures happy and sad, all the fun, all the travel, all the learning, all the new things we’ve both experienced, I can easily say I’m glad I did it with you.

As we move to the next twelve years and beyond, I give you you my undying love, my dedication, and my heart, as I know you will give the same to me and more.

Thank you for being you. Please don’t stop that.

Happy 12th Anniversary. I love you.

— Chris

Brrrrr is a single syllable

I grew up in Buffalo, NY so I used to know what cold is. I used to know what winter is. I moved away when I was 19 years old and spent my adult life in Florida and Nevada. I have learned what heat and humidity (and a dry heat) are instead and have forgotten about cold.

Our move to Denver, CO this year has given me plenty of reminders about cold. I think I’ve mentioned before I don’t dislike it so much as I’m not used to it. And as I experience more cold weather again, I am coming to a few realizations.

The first is that I’m not fond of single-syllable temperatures or temperatures with more than five syllables. I’ve found that most three-syllable temperatures are mostly tolerable. There are a few exceptions in there, but for the most part this holds up.

For instance, it’s currently 8 degrees outside my home. That’s not enough degrees. It could warm up to twenty, but that’s still quite chilly. Twenty-nine? Close enough. I don’t need arctic wear for that.

On the other end of the scale we have one-hundred. That’s hot but not quite “Africa Hot” as Eugene Morris Jerome would say. Even one-hundred five with four syllables is still manageable if somewhat uncomfortable  The temperature that crosses the threshold is one-hundred seven. That’s the magic temperature at which it’s too hot. I know this because below 107, when I close my eyes it’s still just hot. But at 107 and above, when I close my eyes, I can feel searing heat on my eyelids, in the shade or in the sun. It’s just plain weird, but a also quite accurate.

The other thing about heat is that you can temporarily escape it via air conditioning, but that requires energy and something to be working. Stripping down to no clothing doesn’t really help much and could cause complicated legal issues or at least arrest. Cold simply requires clothing. It might be many layers of clothing, but you only need to buy the clothes once. And they have the opposite effect of being naked to escape heat: you’re very well covered. The colder it gets, the more covered you are. No risk of arrest! And it’s not like I have to keep my jacket, gloves, hat, and scarf plugged in like A/C requires.

Regardless of where I live, I think my favorite temperatures are in the high 60s and low 70s. I think Harry Nilsson put it best in his song “Everybody’s Talkin'”:

I’m going where the sun keeps shining
Thru’ the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone 

In the meantime, I like where I am, so having my clothes suit the weather isn’t all that bad either.