The time following the American Civil War and the beginning of World War I was a period with a power to tease the imagination like no other. This is primarily so because of a pervasive and seemingly credible interest in spooks.

I love the sweet green earth—love it more than Boulderites love bike shorts—but why is it that when people start talking about saving the earth, most of us can’t be bothered? Why is it that electric buses and free-trade soy lattes go hand in hand, and why does the mention of both cause most of the US population to roll its eyes? What, exactly, is wrong with giving a shit about the planet?

Down by Cherry Creek, there’s a statue in a small park on the south side of the street just before the intersection of Speer and Downing. That statue is a memorial for the Hungarian uprising of 1956, and it stands in the Hungarian Freedom Park.

This monument, which was the first of its kind in North America, commemorates the revolt of the Hungarian people against Soviet oppression. The park itself was once called Arlington Park, and was

Time: “The Fantastic Reality”
Dirty Laboratory, 2008

Time, the frontman of .Calm, veritably has words flowing out of his head at light speed.  Fortunately, the light of his inspiration doesn’t serve to spotlight hip-hop egomania. Rather, it is dynamic poetry that gives shape to and highlights what it means to be a creative, intelligent person in a world that doesn’t often reward true artistry.