#Denver Pioneers

[crow-talks-hockey]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO WICKED GOALLL BABY

[puckingoff]

Pioneers Outlast Minutemen in Double OT

Springfield, MA—It took two overtimes, but the Denver Pioneers defeated the Massachusetts Minutemen 2-1 in double overtime on Tristan Broz‘s shot from the slot, which beat goalie Michael Hrabal. This kept the Pioneers in western Massachusetts for a few more days. Broz caught a pass from defenseman Boston Buckberger at the right hash mark and skated along the top of the right circle before firing…

[thekimdelacreme]

UCLA 87 - Denver 64

Go Bruins!

[bandcampsnoop]

9/28/23.

I got very excited when I saw that Kerry Cardoza's "Best Punk on Bandcamp" was posted. I always know that I'll hear multiple great bands. I especially like that Cardoza's definition of punk is broad.

But Dead Pioneers (Denver, Colorado) kind of fall into a classic punk feel. They really sound like a bit of a throwback to the early 1980s - think Minutemen or Black Flag. More recently, I would say they sound a bit like Mclusky (I think "No One Owns Anything and Death is Real" sounds like an homage to "Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues"). And some of the "singing" recalls the intensity of Sleaford Mods.

The BEST thing about Dead Pioneers is the lyrics. The band is fronted by Gregg Deal and his lyrics are masterful political and cultural statements on Native American issues in the United States. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not usually a lyric listener. But this album demands it. The lyrical content adds the primary fuel to the power of this punk.

It should be mentioned that Lee Tesche from Algiers formed Dead Pioneers with Deal when they met at an artist's residency. This appears to be self-released.

[rabbitcruiser]

Colorado State Capitol, Denver (No. 2)

A major safety upgrade project, funded by the Colorado State Historical Fund, was started in 2001 and completed in 2009. The design by Fentress Architects added modern safety features, like enclosed stair towers, that blended in with the original architecture. The Colorado Capitol Building is featured on many of Denver's architectural tours.

Serving as the beginning of the Capitol Hill district, the historic building sits slightly higher than the rest of downtown Denver. The main entrance hall is open 180 feet (55 m) to the top of the dome, about the height of an 18-story building. Additionally, the official elevation of Denver is measured outside the west entrance to the building, where the fifteenth step is engraved with the words "One Mile Above Sea Level". From this step, at 5,280 feet (1,609 m), the sun can be seen setting behind the Rocky Mountains. A second mile high marker was set in the 18th step in 1969 when Colorado State University students resurveyed the elevation. In 2003, a more accurate measurement was made with modern means, and the 13th step was identified as being one mile (1.6 km) high, where a 3rd marker was installed.

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[bog-horse]

i went to a DU pioneers game tonight and it was so much fun guys :D

[mikkomacko]

No I wish Bobby Brink was playing tonight so the DU boys could cheer him on :,)))

[maddramaqueen]

November 4, 2022

Cawlidge Hawkey

[reality-detective]

Snow Raven Live at MAPS Psychedelic Science Conference Performance June 23, 2023

SNOW RAVEN

Chilling performance of Snow Raven, captured live at the Psychedelic Science Conference in Denver on June 23, 2023.

Hailing from the Republic of Sakha - Yakutia, one of the coldest and most remote inhabited places on Earth, Snow Raven's artistry transcends boundaries. From the age of three, she immersed herself in the language of birds and animals, infusing her voice with the rich heritage of Sakha culture. Her vocal prowess serves as a testament to her roots, channeling the essence of her homeland into every note.

Known as the pioneer of "arctic beatbox," Snow Raven's innovative soundscapes resonate with audiences worldwide. As a participant of America’s Got Talent 2020 and a headliner at prestigious events like Eclipse, Lightning in a Bottle, and Burning Man, she has captivated diverse audiences with her unique blend of tradition and innovation. 🤔

[amtrak-official]

is there a good Amtrak route from eastern Washington to Colorado? Or even from, like, Seattle to Colorado?

There used to be a direct route called the Pioneer, but currently you need to take the Coast Starlight to Emeryville and transfer to the California Zephyr to get to Denver

[azspot]

A century ago, the United States had 380,000 miles (610,000 kms) of tracks, more than any other nation. As early as 1934, Burlington’s streamlined Pioneer Zephyr crossed a thousand miles of the rural Midwest at an average speed of 78 mph (125 km/h), regularly topping out at 112 (180 km/h) in its non-stop run from Denver to Chicago. In the 1950s, the trip from Chicago to Minneapolis on the Olympian Hiawathan took only four and a half hours (today, on Amtrak’s Empire Builder, it takes more than eight). Fabulously appointed sleeper cars, and chefs that rivaled New York’s best, made trains like the Hollywood-bound Super Chief into international by-words for glamor.

Rail Fail

[leclerc-hs]

Totally Pucked - HS

Pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

Summary: in which your ex-boyfriend can't stand to see another man's arms around you

Warnings: bad writing, angst

Author's Note: this honestly isn't the best writing, but I had an idea and I wanted to post it regardless. feel free to send in requests!!!

University of Denver

2:30 PM

You dropped your bag down on the ground by the table, in which all of your friends were sitting, before plopping down into a seat. Your body slumped down in pure exhaustion.

“These exams are going to be the death of me.” You exasperated to Anna, your best friend and roommate.

“Just hang in there,” she placed her hand on your shoulder before throwing a fry in your direction to get you to wake up. “Do you want to go to the hockey game tonight?”

You felt your stomach twist into a knot at the mention of hockey. Going to the hockey game meant seeing him. It was an important game though. The entire University was most likely going.

Him meaning Harry Styles, the star athlete and captain of the University hockey team, the Pioneers. Also him meaning, you’re ex-boyfriend of one year. You split up three months ago, not from loss of love but lack of time for one another. You both tried to make it work, it just didn’t.

You knew it was for the best, but you couldn’t help and wonder if he missed you just as much as you missed him.

Anna could sense your apprehension and placed her hand on your shoulder, “Hey don’t feel pressured. I know you don’t want to see him. Just thought it would be fun to go out during this week of hell.”

You nodded your head in agreement and smiled softly. “Yeah, we can still go. It’s not like I have to speak to him anyways.”

9:30 pm 

After a few shots later -- strictly taken to calm your nerves of going to the game, you were seated in the first few rows in the center area of the ice. It was nearing the end of 3rd period and the Pioneers were up by two goals. 

The whole game you were on edge due to the sight of Harry. It calmed you that the entire arena was completely filled so he wouldn’t notice you anyways. That and the fact he was playing a full blown hockey game. His mind was only focused on the ice.

You haven’t seen him since you split up. Which explains the slight nerves you feel in your stomach.

He was playing extremely well tonight. A total show off.

“Hey Y/N, do you want to go get a pretzel with me?” Your childhood friend, Jack, whispered towards you with a smile on his face. 

You looked toward the concession stand and saw that it was barely crowded. You nodded with a smile and told Anna you would be right back.

Sliding out of the row and into the aisle, you felt Jack sling his arm over your shoulder as you walked down the steps together. “Hockey players are like goldfish. Tap on the glass and you get their attention.” He joked into your ear.

You couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter at how bad the joke was. You appreciated it though. You knew that he was just trying to ease your nerves.

That was until, you heard a loud commotion on the glass right near you.

The commotion being Harry slamming his fists on the glass like a total caveman that it was rattling so hard. It was hard to hear over the loud noise of the arena but you caught the harsh words leave his lips, “Get your fucking hands off of her.” Before skating off back to the bench. 

He was red in the face. Seething at the sight of another man’s arms around you. He knew it was your childhood friend, but he couldn’t help but feel sick at the sight of it.

Jack immediately dropped his arm from your shoulder with astonishment. You looked like you were a deer caught in headlights.

“What the fuck was that?” You started to get mad. Mad at the fact he had the audacity to do that. Mad at the fact he thought he had a right to do that. Mad at the fact that you still felt your heart yearn for him.

“If looks could kill, I would be a dead man.” Jack stated while scratching the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”

You nodded your head very slowly before asking him if he could take Anna home for you later. You just wanted to go home. The game was almost over anyways.

Jack gave you a hug (risky) and told you to drive safely and that he will bring Anna home later.

10:30 PM

After repeatedly telling Anna you would be okay on your own, she was out the door on the way to the after-party. The Pioneers won 3-1 tonight and the university was buzzing with joy.

You on the other hand, felt sick to your stomach. Full of questions of why on Earth would Harry do that. In the middle of his game too.

So here you were, laying in your bed with reruns of Friends playing as background noise. You couldn’t focus on the TV.

There was a knock on your bedroom door. “Anna, I thought you left. I told you I’m not in the mood tonight.”

Except, it wasn’t Anna. It was Harry. 

A million thoughts were running through your head. You sat up on your bed and opened your mouth to say something.

“Don’t. Just let me speak.” Harry pleaded. His strong build pushed through into your bedroom before closing the door behind him. His hair was still wet and he was wearing black sweats and a sweatshirt. “Please.” he added softly before approaching the foot of your bed.

You sat in silence, just staring at him. You felt frozen. You haven’t seen him up this close in three months. His hair was all over the place, as if he’s been running his hands constantly through it. His eyes were a soft green. You always loved his eyes.

“Y/N, fuck...please” He couldn’t get his words out. He sat down on the side of your bed, his face in his hands and rubbed his face.

“Harry, you can’t do this to me.” Your mind was fuzzy but you were mad. Who does he think he is? “We aren’t together. You cant go slamming on glass because someone puts their arm around me.” Your voice started getting louder. Stronger.

He stood up abruptly. “Fuck, you don’t think I know that?” He started pacing your room. “I just-” he stopped short. “I just can’t think straight around you.”

He dropped his hands at his sides. “I came here to apologize for what I did but I’m not sorry. I don’t want his hands on you. I don’t want anybody’s hands on you.” He sat down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees.

“That’s not a decision you can make for me Harry,” you went to stand up but he pulled you back down onto the bed.

“Are you even listening to me? Don’t you understand?” His words were sounding feverish, he was desperate. “The break up was a mistake, Y/N” His eyes started watering, as did yours.

“These three months,” he paused and looked into your eyes. “Have been absolutely brutal. I need you. I need you back.”

The tears started to spill out of your eyes. “Harry, I-”

He cut you off. “No, Y/N. I know you miss this. Miss us.” His hands started drawing little circles on your bare legs. “I feel like I can finally breathe now just by seeing you.”

Your heart yearned. You pulled his head into your lap and played with his hair. His face was covered with dried tears. You felt like you needed to comfort him. You still do love him.

“H, I just don’t think these three months can be forgotten.” You voice quivered. It felt hard to speak. 

“I will do anything, please.” He started. “You belong to me, you’re made for me.” He started to place slow kisses to your bare legs. It only made your heart beat faster.

“H, sit up.” He lifted his head and you could just see the pain etched all over his face. You felt for him. He started crying uncontrollably. It hurt to see. He had just won a major game tonight and should be celebrating. Instead, he’s here sobbing over missing you.

You placed yourself on his lap to give him a hug and squeezed him really tight. You felt his tears drop onto your neck but you didn’t mind.

“Baby, stop crying please.” You begged. You lifted his head with your hands to bring his face in front of yours. His eyes were red and lips were all puffy.

You brought your nose to his before whispering, “It will all be okay.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

You brought your lips to his and everything felt right again. It felt like home. You missed this.

His hands squeezed your sides before pulling away, “Please be mine again.”

You replied by bringing your lips back to his. It was a yes.

[mybeingthere]

Andy English (born 1956) is an English wood-engraver and educator who pioneered the use of the Internet to teach a wider audience about wood-engraving and how to do it.

Andy English was born in Denver, a small village in Norfolk, England in 1956. He studied Geology at the University of Reading and taught in Cambridge, England from 1979 - 2006 where he was widely respected. Self-taught as an artist, he drew and painted since childhood but, in 1991, he started to engrave on endgrain wood. This immediately became his main artistic output. A 2008 article by Paul Wheatley describes how, after trying various printmaking methods, English engraved for the first time and found it to be so natural and comfortable that he could only describe it as remembering a process rather than learning it.

[rabbitcruiser]

Public Art, Denver

Joel Swanson, ATLAS assistant professor and TYPO Lab director, created the light-based installation, “Y/OURS,” which hangs in a Denver alley. The white "Y" blinks on and off every two seconds, questioning notions of what we own individually and collectively. The 4-inch by 4-foot by 20-foot structure, made of LED rope, steel, electronics and cabling, was commissioned by the Downtown Denver Partnership for Happy Cities Denver, a six-week, citywide art intervention that took place in Denver from May 18 through June 30, 2018. The project’s purpose was to break down personal, emotional and social barriers, while nurturing individual and collective well-being through art and related programming. 

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“The Buzz” by Bobby Magee Lorenz

Address: 1625 17th Street , Denver, CO 80203

This mural isn’t located near the others listed above, but I wanted to include it because it was one of my favorites! Finding this mural was pure luck and was a fun surprise to discover while walking to Union Station. (Located on 17th, between The Oxford Hotel and Amante Coffee.) The butterflies, bees and hummingbirds are painted on both sides of the alleyway as well as the overhead walkway.

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