TUSK Magazine May 2010

Issue 05 May, 2010CREATE & INSPIRE

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I was in a coffee shop the other day working on editing some photos, and I overheard the people at the table next to me talking about Denver. The group included a couple that was visiting from L. A. and a friend of theirs that had moved to Denver a little over a year ago. The couple was talking about their impressions of Denver, mentioning that they like some of the architecture but for the most part it seemed small and uninspiring. They proceeded to talk about how they would miss all the great museums and things to do in L. A. if they had to live in Denver. I couldn’t help but think about how wrong they were and how much they were really going to miss out on. Denver seems to have this unique way of staying under the radar; encouraging you to dig below the surface before it offers you a true glimpse at its bustling underbelly. TUSK has been an interesting treasure hunt game, providing me with clues to the next prize under the stone. Each person and place I feature seems to lead me to the next issue, all the while Denver shows me more and more of its depth and detail. I’m always meeting creative new people and discovering new information about our city. This month I feature an Opera signer, Sangeetha Appavoo. Talking with her I learned that Opera Colorado is one of the finest opera companies in the country. Read more about Opera and Sangeetha on starting on page 6.

Denver is a great town, but getting away is my all time favorite thing to do. Traveling to far off places and experiencing new things is what I work for. I find myself at my best and most contented when I travel. What might make some feel nervous, calms me and helps me connect with my self in a way nothing else can. Staring on page 12 are photos from a few trips I have been fortunate enough to experience.

Also, you will find a couple of new features this month. Everyday vs. the Sommelier offers a fun informative guide to wine, and the TUSK question of the month brings you reader opinions and ratings about local destinations. Get in on the fun by becoming a fan of TUSK Magazine on Facebook. You can easily get updates and take part of TUSK surveys there. Don’t forget to read the ending of Jenny’s short story, A Student of Noise on page 22. On page 25 is one my favorite works of hers, a poem titled Acres and Acres.Enjoy!

Cheers!DeniseOwner of Faddis Creative

TUSK MagazinePublisher: Denise FaddisEditor: Denise FaddisContributing Editor: Jenny LuperPhotographer: Denise Faddis Art Director: Denise FaddisGraphic Designer: Denise Faddis

In Fruita, the town folk celebrate ‘Mike the Headless Chicken Day’. Seems that a farmer named L.A. Olsen cut off Mike’s head on September 10, 1945 in anticipation of a chicken dinner - and Mike lived for another 4 years without a head.

Colfax Avenue in Denver is the longest continuous street in America.

The 13th step of the state capital building in Denver is exactly 1 mile high above sea level.

Denver lays claim to the invention of the cheeseburger. The trademark for the name Cheeseburger was awarded in 1935 to Louis Ballast.

The Dwight Eisenhower Memorial Tunnel between Clear Creek & Summit counties is the highest auto tunnel in the world. Bored at an elevation of 11,000 feet under the Continental Divide, it is 8,960 feet long and the average daily traffic exceeds 26,000 vehicles.http://www.50states.com/facts/colorado.htm

lived for 4 years without a head


This month I Love...

Technology that keeps you from seeing yellow

2010 Balistreri Spring Barrel Tasting DinnersMay 13th, 14th, 15th & 16th

Winemaker John Balistreri welcomes you into his cellar for exclusive wine tasting dinners. A great opportunity to experience wine in the making and get a sneak preview of his new wines. www.BalistreriWine.com.

“Buon Appetito!”Dream Italia and Italian Institute are starting their monthly Italian conversation class followed by light snack and wine tasting.May 24 at 6:30pm - light dinner/snack with wine tastingJune 21 at 6:30pm - light dinner/snack with wine tastingJuly 23 at 6:30pm - light dinner/snack with wine tastingAugust 30 at 6:30pm - light dinner/snack with wine tasting http://www.dreamitalia.com

The Happs

A few of my favorite things

By Denise Faddis

The other morning I walked outside and instantly felt bummed, I looked at my Jeep and at first glance I thought I had a ticket. That unmistakable bright yellow hovering around your window provoking that all too familiar reaction of shock and irritation. Often followed by a quick and decisive walk over to your car, hand ready to yank the nuisance off. If I’m parked anywhere OTHER than in front of my house, I quickly read it and discover the offence. However, if it’s in front of my house, there is no reason to even look. I get into my jeep and throw it on my passengers seat while mumbling my favorite swear words. If you live in Denver, you know what I’m referring to. Spring in Denver brings beautiful weather, fun events and street sweeping. I have lived in central Denver for years now, but without fail (WITHOUT FAIL!) I manage to get two to three tickets every year between April and November because I forget to move my car. Thankfully, on this particular morning I’m referring to, the yellow thing on my Jeep was not a ticket. It was a small magnet designed as part of a new campaign to inform

people about Text VS. Ticket.

Text VS. Ticket is a brilliant solution thought up by Honest Bros. With the help of Denver company ID345, Honest Bros. created a free campaign to remind you of street sweeping dates by text message. You can log in at Text VS. Ticket and choose the days you need to be reminded to move your car via a mobile friendly site. Denver is the initial city to have the program but the software is set up to work in multiple cities.

Companies also have the opportunity to sponsor texts on a weekly or monthly basis.

Learn more about Text VS. Ticket and Honest Bros at www.honestbros.com http://textvsticket.com/sweep/index.jsp


Everyday vs. SommelierSpring time in Colorado means gorgeous evenings out on the porch, long conversations with friends, and a nice glass of wine. Well, for my friends and I anyway. If you’re anything like us, you have at least a good ten years under your belt of enjoying wine and your taste buds have matured a bit, with the ability to recognize unique flavors and fairly accurately express what you are looking for in a glass. Of course, we still have a lot to learn. The truth is we are not looking to be experts, but sometimes it’s fun to get an expert’s opinion. TUSK is lucky enough to know an excellent Sommelier that is also a fan and a reader. Adam Weiner has been a Sommelier for 6 years, working in restaurants and wine shops in the Denver area. He loves sharing his passion with people and put-ting wine into context for everyday life. Adam is certified through The Court of Master Sommeliers, and also has an advanced cer-tification from the Wine and Spirits Education Trust. His next chapter includes attending UC Davis

to pursue his degree in wine making (Viticulture & Enology). Everyday Judges: Shannon Briese, 31 - Pilates Instructor and Massage Therapist (www.shannonbreise.com), Brandon Briese, 30 - (AKA - DJ SKEEM) Mortgage Broker, Shane Faddis, 35 - Data Technician, & Denise Faddis, 31 - Graphic Designer and Photographer)

Each month the “Everydays” and the “Sommelier” will rate two different bottles of wine under $20.00 and compare notes, giving you a little taste of our experince with the selections.

Look for more great information on wine in future issues of TUSK and be sure to check out Adam’s blog at http://www.adamswineguide.com/


EverydayVery balanced“She’s my cherry pie”“Brown Sugar” Brown Sugar Maple AromaSarah Jessica Parker Legs

Pepper, Vanilla, Black Cherry, ClovesCinnamon.

Full BodyAcid FinishLightly Sweet

Similar in color to the tin roof but was preferred over the Tin Roof Overall

Overall: A nicely balanced wine that is easy to drink and enjoy. Our pick to win and a bottle we will be enjoying now and again this summer.All Everyday judges would purchase again.

SommelierThe nose hits you with jammy boysen-berry, blueberry, fig and cedar. Juicy, rich and full bodied with a pleasant peppery spice on the finish. Rather one-dimensional, but the wine lives up to its name. A good value that will pair well with smoked, grilled or roast-ed meats. My rating: 85/100 points.

Tin Roof2006 Cabernet Sauvignon, California $13.00 (Purchased at Capital Heights Pharmacy on 12th and Madison)

EverydaySmells tart and a little like cherries. SmoothMedium to light bodyGets better as you drink itSmooth finish.“She’s got Legs”Clean aftertasteEarthy“It does go well with the chicken”Flavors of cherry and current.Pretty well balanced.

Overall: A pretty good, enjoyable, easy drinking Cab for a fairly affordable price.All judges would purchase again.

SommelierSubtle aromas of dried bing cherry, currant, and leather are matched on the palate. A touch of cocoa and oak on the finish quickly fades. This fruit-driven wine lacks the eucalyptus/minty notes that I expect from a cor-rect Cabernet. A bit thin, and could benefit from a little more tannic struc-ture. My rating: 79/100 points.

Heavy Weight Red2007 Cabernet Sauvignon (76%), Syrah (14%) & Zinfadel (10%) $11.99 (Purchased at Grape Leaf in Stapleton - 29th and Quebec)

Bout #1Heavy Weight Red vs. Tin Roof


Tricia Hoke

SangeethaAppavoo


{TUSK} Tell us about yourself.

I am a Canadian girl who loves her life in Colorado. I came out here from New York as a Resident Artist with Opera Colorado in 2007. One of my now mentor’s, Leigh Holman, was the Director of Outreach with the opera company is now the Director of Opera at CU Boulder. I auditioned in Manhattan for her on a cold fall day in 2006. That day changed my life forever. The contract was for five months. We toured this glorious state and sang all over Denver. I fell in love with Colorado and have not looked back.

{TUSK} What inspires you?

Life. Learning. Experience. People. History.

{TUSK} What do you love most about singing and performing?

I love sharing the music of another time, world and culture.

{TUSK} If you could sing for anyone living or deceased, who would it be?

My grandmother. She passed away in 1993. She was an incredible woman. She never knew my voice, but she continues to inspire it.

{TUSK} What is the most fascinating place you have visited? Lived?

I lived in South Africa as an infant. My parents did not want me being raised in the horror of the Apartheid, so we moved back to Canada. The country is so rich in nature, culture and history. It is tragic to see what has happened in such a magnificent place.

{TUSK} What do you enjoy doing outside of singing?

I have discovered an amazing community through my favorite activity, Turbo Kick. I try and get to as many classes at my local 24 Hour Fitness as possible. I find this to be the most inspiring workout, full of good friends, good music, awesome boxing and dance moves!

{TUSK} When did you first fall in love with Opera?

My parents used to drag me to the opera, and I used to call it child abuse. I’ll never forget one night that they forced me to go see Manitoba Opera’s production of “Carmen” after a long day of a softball tournament. I tossed and turned in my seat constantly asking my darling mother when Carmen was going to die. When Don Jose killed Carmen, I sobbed so loudly that people “shied me. That was the beginning of my life as an opera singer.

Sangeetha has lived around the world and sang in beautiful venues. Her voice continues to lead her to new destinations and opportunitiesaround every corner. As a young child she disliked being dragged to the opera by her parents - until she was moved to tears and fell in love. Story & Photography by Denise Faddis

SangeethaAppavoo


{TUSK} What is your favorite piece to perform?

La Traviata. I love the title character with my entire heart and soul. She is a good woman who is faced with painful decisions alongside her illness. This opera holds some of the greatest music ever composed.

{TUSK} Now that you have settled into Colorado a bit, have you discovered any favorite haunts? Restaurants or otherwise?

The Thin Man. I love my home away from home. The employees and regulars have definitely adopted me into the family.

{TUSK} Where can TUSK readers see you perform?

CU Boulder

{TUSK} What interested you about TUSK Magazine and why did you want to be a part of it?

A woman whom I admire on a personal and artistic level recommended TUSK to me. Kerry Pastine, lead singer of my favorite band, The Informants, is also my Life Coach. She is one of the most inspiring singers/musicians I have ever seen and heard. I trust anything that Kerry suggests. Once again, she was right on!


Common Grounds in Highlands. I love the atmosphere and I used to hang out there a lot when I was younger. I haven’t been there in a long time. My friends and I played a lot of board games and listened to live music. It was a big part of my youth. - John

Common grounds! - Celiena

Common Groundswww.commongroundscoffeehouse.com3484 West 32nd AvenueDenver, CO 80211-3104

(303) 458-5248

Stella’s on Pearl Street fo sho. The sense of community is evidenced by the monthly showcases of local art and the welcoming expressions on the faces of the baristas and patrons alike. To my knowledge, they use mostly fair trade beans for their drinks. It is the ideal setting for a study sesh or a nice chat with an old friend. In fact, I’m at Stella’s right now! - Eric

Stella’s on old Pearl is good if you’re visiting the farmer’s market or any other shops... Also like Kaladi on Evans for the coffee itself..

Another thing my wife and I like about pearl is that, aside from cute shops, it actually has useful places that you can shop on a frequent basis as opposed to being just a destination.. For example, eco-friendly dry cleaning, great baguettes at PJB etc.... Stella’s is convenient to grab a coffee on the way to these things that you might otherwise be doing anyway... - Joe

Stella’s Coffee Housewww.stellascoffee.com1476 S Pearl StDenver, CO 80210-2227

(303) 777-1031

TUSK Reader Reviews

Question of the month: What’s your favorite coffee shop in Denver?


Blackberries! It’s a great neighborhood and the people are awesome. Oh, and they have sweet potato pie ice cream!! - Patrice

Blackberries Ice Cream & Coffeewww.blackberriesonline.com710 26th AvenueDenver, CO 80205-3120

(303) 830-3156

Pablo’s by far. They roast their own beans, and have some of the best espresso I’ve ever had. - Adam

Pablos. locally roasted and delish. -Shannon

Pablo’s Coffeewww.pabloscoffee.com630 East 6th AvenueDenver, CO 80203-3806(303) 744-3323

My favorite is Dazbog. I love to speak in my Russian accent when I order. Oh...and It’s not Starbucks. -Brandon

Dazbog Coffeewww.dazbog.com1200 Clayton StDenver, CO 80206(303) 320-4721

McDonalds, Alameda. yummy.....What?! =[ :{> - Shannon

McDonalds on Alameda in Aurora

Denver is the full of incredible people and those people are TUSK readers. Who better to give the lowdown on the best of Denver.

Get in on the action, become a fan of TUSK on Facebook and share your opinion with us.

Whooo that?!Owl Ball

Etsy is full of great finds, and it’s always fun to see what Denver folks are putting out there. I couldn’t help but be drawn to this Owl Ball. I think it’s the eyes - oh, those eyes. Tuns out, this owl is smart like the ones often personified in cartoons from my youth. That’s right, it’s not just about good looks, this owl teaches you needle felting! I know nothing about needle felting but I may just look into it now that I have seen this owl. The kit comes with everything you need to make two owl balls (there are also kits to make other characters, but the owl takes the cake in my book). Check out Fancy Tiger at www.fancytiger.com

or visit them on Etsy at http://www.etsy.com/shop/fancytiger

:: Do you own a small company on Etsy? TUSK is all about small business and affordable ways to get your product out there. Starting in May, TUSK has decided to offer quarter page ads for any Etsy company for only $40.00. You CAN’T beat that. Check out more at www.faddiscreative.com

Also 10% of all TUSK ad sales go to the non-profit featured in the months issue.

The products featured in TUSK are not advertorial. No stories are paid for, only ads.


AMSTERDAM ALLEYwashed down cyclesbreakfast with a catevening a blur butnever forgotten.

SIR SOHOeyes that follow thoughts that goto a vision of whoI needed, a protector of my child within.

Travel reveals who we are and where our future might lead

by Denise Faddis

Red Light DistrictAmsterdam, NetherlandsPhotograph by Denise Faddis


AMSTERDAM ALLEYwashed down cyclesbreakfast with a catevening a blur butnever forgotten.

SIR SOHOeyes that follow thoughts that goto a vision of whoI needed, a protector of my child within.

Soho NeighborhoodNew York, New YorkPhotograph by Denise Faddis


GERMANGIANTstrength unknownuntil challenged toface the weight

Park on the Rhine RiverDusselfdorf, GermanyPhotograph by Denise Faddis


B.C. BACKSTREETthe street is quietand full of noiseventured too farfound beauty

Steam Clock DistrictVancouver, B.C.Photograph by Denise Faddis


LONDONCALLINGlove and pints for breakfast learning the ropes of style

Buckingham PalaceLondon, EnglandPhotograph by Denise Faddis

BIG ISLANDBLISSadventure alluring and enticingbeauty withinand below


BIG ISLANDBLISSadventure alluring and enticingbeauty withinand below

Hawi Lighthouse Hawi, HawaiiPhotograph by Denise Faddis


A Student of Noiseby Jenny Luper

Part 2 of a short story by Jenny LuperDid you miss part 1? Link to it here!

“So I said to Tom that we need to get a new air conditioner and he said that we don’t have the money. How do we not have the money for an air conditioner when he has so much money that he can get himself a new flat screen T.V. for our living room? So we can afford basketball from twenty different countries but we can’t afford air? The cat’s gonna die! It sits there panting all the time! So I said to him, I said you don’t have FUR Tom!”

Henry is panicked at the new voice intruding over this dire situation. He looks around the bathroom for something he can use to help the poor woman (he is convinced she is a woman, the crying sounds much too old for a teenager). The available arsenal at his discretion can only be under the countertop, at the towel rack and in the bathtub. There are several small bottles of shampoo, but he doesn’t think about the conditioner because he has never used it. He sees a small plate underneath the free bottles and thinks he could use that to break and smash into the man’s face. There is a complimentary hair dryer that lies beneath the countertop that he could bludgeon the man with or use to wrap the cord around his neck. There are travel-size bottles of hairspray that he could squirt in the man’s eyes and the toothbrush and its potentially very pointy end if he scraped it against the floor for a while and made a shiv (he learned that word from watching jailhouse dramas on cable) that he could use to stab the man in the throat.

He is incredibly creative in his choice of weaponry and he knows he would be the ideal person to save her. Wherever she is. In whatever room she might inhabit in this hotel of sixteen floors. He feels rather than knows his impotence and his knees hit the cold, marble tile. He doesn’t think to brush off his business slacks as he moves his seated position from sitting on his knees to sitting on his behind. He stares, transfixed and immobile at the toilet, waiting.

He imagines a fist pounding the wall as he hears a loud thump.

“You think you can screw me and then I’ll just forget about the card numbers? Your pussy ain’t gold, Diana!”

This is beyond Henry’s frame of reference. This kind of anger and violence only happens on T.V. and the movies. Who

does he know that even says the word “pussy”? He last heard it used in conversation in high school, said only around the guys because it was cool and tough and showed their manhood that they could use the word with such impunity. Not that they would ever say it now, to a woman, that they knew. It would have to have been some twenty-five years past and thought of only accompanied with laughter and stolen beer from a parent’s fridge.

It has got to be a joke or they’re filming something here. He thinks back to a poster he saw somewhere about a movie filmed in this hotel. It’s the only logical explanation in his mind. Maybe it’s a “Law and Order” episode? He could get the star’s autographs for his daughter, she’d be happy with her dad for five minutes and then go back to the surly attitude his ex taught her so well. He thinks this just can’t be real. People or rather the people around him, the people that he sees or meets or talks with don’t do these sorts of things. Women don’t offer sex to make someone forget about something they want. The women that he knows are not involved in this sort of behavior, running around with this sort of people. This happens somewhere else.

“What do you think he’ll do to me? Huh?” The man sounds like he’s screaming and crying at the same time. Henry has only heard that strange juxtaposition of yelling muddled with tears spewing from the mouth of his ex-wife, and that time he blocked it out with earplugs, a beer (or three) and sports highlights on cable.

“Shane’s not just gonna come after me you know, he’ll follow the trail,” Henry hears the clatter and muffled clink of hard plastic falling on tile. “It’s both our heads! Just give me the freakin’ numbers!”

“No Mable, I’m not so upset with Tom that I’d leave him. You are getting sooo melodramatic lately. Have you had your hormones checked?”

Her voice trails off. It sounds like she must have left the bathroom for the bedroom. Henry has gotten very adept at hearing how voices travel and how the sound trails behind them. He can tell if they are just getting in the door of their room and the subsequent heavy door automatic slam. Twice he has heard a quick “Oh!” when someone is still talking on the phone and they hear the door shut loudly behind them. He can imagine their little jump. He strains to hear what is happening with the woman now. It has only been sixty seconds or less since he heard the breaking glass, yet it feels like more minutes have passed. He is no longer counting. He is rigid when a new sound comes through.

It sounds thick, but it doesn’t sound (and this part is gross


he thinks to himself) like whatever is happening is leaving the body; it is more like something is entering. It sounds wet. He doesn’t wonder anymore how the water in the pipes effect or distort the noises he hears. He is now a student of noise. He knows the effects of watery echo and he has already filtered out the superfluous sound bites. He worries about what that wet entering noise means. And he questions it as well. The conversation, as one-sided as he knows it is, has made him uneasy, wary at the panic and fear in the man’s voice. It’s confusing and he can’t reconcile it like the spreadsheets for his monthly expense reports. Nothing adds up; it’s only equations he’s never seen and formulas unheard of. The sound spills over the tile. It has taken on a quality of a river, he sees this river in his mind and it is filled with tears and blood.

A laugh; low and steady, but a laugh. And it’s from her voice.

He is bewildered and he remembers to breathe again. He is surprised he was holding his breath before. He listens as closely as he possibly can. He positions his head near the toilet at various angles, trying to find the one that lets the most noise come through. Henry’s believes his best bet is by taking the lid off the top of the toilet and holding his ear about three inches above the water line. It doesn’t work. He can’t tell if the noise is coming up through the “S” bend or the tank.

Worry had flooded through him and her voice (still alive) calmed him slightly. Even through the confusion, she’s still a woman and she must be saved. She sounded too pretty.

He briefly contemplates running through the halls and pounding on every door until he finds the one with this poor woman and he can finally save her. But it is so quiet now. Even if he did get up and run screaming through the halls or even if he ran quietly listening at each door he wouldn’t know which one she lies in; if she’s even alive anymore. He leaps quietly over to the carpet and opens his exterior door to the hotel hallway, keeping one hand on the knob to allow a hero’s access to the halls but staying inside and close enough to the bathroom (leaning so very hard to keep his head and ears as close to the pipes as he possibly can) that he would be able to hear a clue, something that reveals where she is.

Faintly, the laugh mingles with sobs. He hears the sound of a muffled “thwomp” and imagines a kick from a tennis-shoed foot connecting with the breadbasket on what must be now a prone man. The crying is a little louder now and is joined by louder “Ha Ha’s” that merge into “Heh Heh’s”.

“It’s gold to Shane, asshole.”

He can hear her pause and he imagines her looking back at

the man on the floor.

She hisses this time, “Those card numbers are mine. And if Shane thinks he can take them from me, he’ll see you in hell.”

She spits. Henry is surprised he can hear such a little and disturbing thing. He has never heard or seen a woman spit before. So much is new to him that he doesn’t realize his hand is still on the doorknob; waiting for him to leap through and rescue the lady fair, a hero.

The sound of a bathroom door slamming and then a muffled hotel room door slamming (loud, as if there was some effort behind it but muffled from the closing of the bathroom door) echoes up through the toilet but he is disturbed by the extra sensation he feels along the floor. He feels (this time he doesn’t hear) the vibrations along the floor from the door slam. He gingerly reaches to the bathroom wall that runs parallel to the exterior hotel room door and yanks his hand back as if he touched the lit burner of a stove. He felt the last echoes of a vibration. The walls must be paper thin or more likely have no inner insulation in a hotel this old. Thank God it opened to the inside.

As strange as it sounds in his head, he couldn’t rescue or comfort a woman who spits. A woman like that was likely to chew him up. That factoid he gleaned from his many years of watching television. Today, that factoid serves him well. He stays still.

He hears the door open. It was on the same side, possibly three doors down. Her shoes make muffled “clacks” on the carpet as the back of the heel slaps her feet as she walks. He doesn’t want to look at her, but his curiosity overrides his intelligence and sense of safety. All he sees is her back as she leaves. It is just a quick glance, he allows himself no more, then pulls his head back into the safety of his room behind the door frame. He saw blonde fuzz, a cotton candy mound of hair that looked like it was alive and devouring her torso. The part that was not yet eaten was covered in denim and moving fast.

He grasps the door handle as still as a rabbit who knows the mountain lion is nearby. That door will not shut until he hears the clacking of heels slapping her feet down at least three more flights of stairs. Only then, does he gently shut the door, softly. He didn’t want to make a sound.

Jenny Luper is earning a Master of Fine Arts in writing from Spald-ing University. She enjoys the allure of writing the strange short story, odd poetry, and above all, writing with enthusiasm. She is excited to be sharing her writing in this and future issues of TUSK.


Sia Christus

Sia Christus is a talented musician with abeautiful voice and incredible drive.Story & Photography by Denise Faddis

This summer I hope you get the chance to see Sia Chris-tus perform at a local venue. Her colorful personality shines through and her voice rises in the air and swirls around the room like a lingering floral scent. Sia inspires courage in others simply by being herself, performing and showing the world what she is made of. Especially, this last month when she found herself unexpectedly in the ICU. On Sunday, March 7th Sia was admitted to the Medical Center of Aurora with extreme pneumo-nia. Each day she was in the hospital, cost her as much as a new car. You can donate what you can to help pay for hospital and rehabilitation at http://siasrecovery.tumblr.com. After 10 days in the hospital (7 of those in the ICU) she is now home and recovering.

Also, check out Sia’s website at http://www.myspace.com/siachristus and listen for yourself.


Sia Christus


Do you have style ??TUSK has a challenge for you.

Challenge: Create an outfit for less than $20.00 out of clothing purchased from either Arc Thrift or Goodwill.

Follow Through: Send a digital picture by May 10th to TUSK at [email protected] of someone wearing your fabulous creation. Or you can post your submission on TUSK’s Facebook Fan Page.

You don’t need to send a copy of your receipt, we are going with the honor system on this one.

Keep an Eye Out: TUSK will run all images of submissions in the June issue of TUSK, coming out May 15th. YOU the readers, will vote on the best entry.

Payoff: The winner will be King/Queen of the World! In TUSK’s eyes anyway.

Come on, have a little Spring time fun with us.


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Maxfund

In 1988 Dr. Bill Suro owned a large veterinary practice in suburban Denver. His wife Nanci was practice manager. They had recently added 24-hour emergency care to the hospital services. One problem immediately became obvious; what to do with all the animals in dire straits who are found by Good Samaritans, usually along side of the road. There is no publicly funded hospital to take care of injured animals with no known owners. They are sent to animal control and euthanized after no one comes forward. What could be done about this situation?

The beginning of the MaxFund

At this time another hospital that took emergencies had taken in a dog that was hit by car, this dog had multiple injuries. One of Dr. Suro’s clients heard of this dog and asked if he would take it. The Good Samaritan had paid for the immediate medical care. But no owner could be found, and after 10 days the dog faced euthanasia. He was now stable medically, but needed expensive orthopedic surgery for his fractures, and no one was willing to pay for it. The Suro’s agreed to see what they could do for him.

Why the name MaxFund

When we brought the dog into the hospital they found a good-natured, headstrong big male dog, probably a cross between a German Shepherd and a German Shorthair. Pointer. The staff named him Max. He was facing several surgeries and a long rehabili-tation. The Suro’s decided to get the hospital cliental and other pet lovers involved with helping with some of Max’s expenses. From donated services from outside doctors, a fishbowl on the counter with the name “Max”, and a yard sale they actually ended up with more money than the Suro’s had expected. Dr. Suro said, “There are a lot of nice animals that don’t have a job.” They decided to apply it to the next case and the next—

Learn more and find ways ot help at:1025 Galapago St. Denver, CO 80204(303) 595-4917http://www.maxfund.org

From the heart

MaxFund

A non-profit organization

No-kill shelter

Established May 1988

Take in and nurture any

animal with no known owner

Finds homes for these

animals once they have

recovered.

Note worthy non-profits

Photos and text from their website.


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Acres and AcresBy Jenny Luper

Acres and acres of land before me and here I sit, still;

still, the breeze billows the bottom of my skirt

still, my hair blows off my face (the part that’s not slicked with sweat)

still, and my eyes roam this land that’s not mine.

Truck-tracks of blue line my ankles,

I have bacon grease embedded in my fingernails (if not my skin)

And all I want is one cigarette rolled from the tobacco my husband just cured;

but it’s unbecoming of a lady.

There is no one here to see my ‘lady-ness’;

I have a line of sweat that is just now dripping down my thigh

another line is crossing the territory of my bosoms

(gaining quickly on the jungle farther south),

and I can flap the volumes of old cotton on my dress to cool off,

no one would see.

But I can’t.

My hand shades my eyes from all this brittle yellow.

See, there are acres and acres of land before me and here I sit,

My eyes, only my eyes,

Roaming this land that’s not mine.

TUSK Magazine May 2010

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