My mind is not on getting this posted tonight, but more on that towards the bottom. Participating in the PassiveHouse conference last week left no time for writing. My trip was sponsored by the fine folks at Zola European Windows, and I had a very good time both at the conference (in downtown Denver), and romping around more colorful places, like Boulder.
Zola- the only folks I know that can make a R-10, triple pane, 19′ wide sliding glass door (thanks to my boss for modeling).
Surprisingly, I’ve never spent much time there, but Boulder is kinda hilarious. The outskirts feel more like most little western mountain towns- copious outdoor recreation, lots of very fit people and fancy bicycles, and a Walmart here and there. But downtown is more unique- trust fund hippies play guitar next to the Gucci storefront, and the smell of gourmet, organic, fresh ground coffee is overwhelming. There is public bike sharing, and an amazing vintage theater. Half of me wants to move there, and the rest of me knows to stay away- but probably just because I wouldn’t feel unique anymore.
Classic (damn street lamp ruins my photo).
The theater architecture was nice, but the line-up was unbelievable…
There is something about being in an unfamiliar place that allows me to step away from myself. My view of things around me becomes more detached, and more objective- my normal introspective investments drop away in pursuit of new-ness. Seeing new people in new places, reminds me that we are just people- doing whatever it is that we do. Our individual heartbreak or triumph becomes far less important in a crowd of strangers. Part of this blog is about the search for the most authentic version of ourselves, and when no one around you knows (or particularly cares) who you are- its fun to take the opportunity to be exactly who you want.
In between professional responsibilities, I enjoyed a session with some like minded outdoor folk at the Alpine Training Center, and caught dinner with my friend Jen, who drove all the way from Greeley just to make it happen.
Home away from home.
The conference was certainly valuable- lots of practice talking about what I do, seeing some really cool projects (the Marshall project), learning new stuff, and making new connections. It was also hilarious to realize my own cousin was also presenting- we had a very good time catching up on the past 5 or 6 years since I’ve seen him, and I really appreciated his presentation on the Thousand Homes Challenge. It always takes a while to see what shakes out of these sort of things, but the vibes were good, and some of the interactions were… unique.
5 people debating the merits of a window detail. Only at a PassiveHouse conference.
Stand and deliver. My cousin gets it done.
By Sunday afternoon I had as much PassiveHouse as I could actively take-on and was grateful to meet a good friend and former co-worker from Portland for dinner and a local jazz jam. It’s been a while since I put my name on a list and sat in on bebop tunes, but it’s amazing how the changes still come back.
The previous commentary about feeling detached is at odds with my mood tonight. I went to invite some friends together for this weekend on facebook, only to notice that one of them seemed to evaporate. Just like anything else, the social utility is just as good at taking people apart as putting them back together. With all the traveling and dedication to task at hand, it’s pretty obvious I’ve got a fair amount of work to do at home as well.