‘Editorial: Reset your clocks — by camping’



By Max R. Weller

Read the commentary in the Times-Call here. Copied below in its entirety:

The clock on your phone says it’s 10:15 p.m., but does your brain know what time it is?

A new study from researchers at the University of Colorado in Boulder say that in today’s electronic screen-filled world, the answer likely is no. Luckily, however, the cure to resetting the internal clock in each of us — and getting better sleep because of it — lies just outside our door.

The study published in the scientific journal Current Biology outlined the results of a study conducted on a group of test subjects who were able to reset their internal clocks — and get better, deeper sleep — merely by spending a week camping.

The caveat: Time spent camping had to be away from the electronic leashes that often keep us connected to the hustle and bustle of city life. No phones or laptop computers, no e-readers or handheld video games allowed. No headlamps or flashlights were allowed, either. What researchers found is that the harsh and bright lights of modern America inhibit the production of melatonin, which helps us fall asleep near sunset and wake up with the sun.

A full week in the woods might be a bit much for many of us, but researchers noted the benefit of a camping clock reset can occur even over a weekend, if not to the same degree. A couple of days camping resulted in 69 percent increase in melatonin production, noted Kenneth Wright, the CU researcher who led the study.

If ever the national parks, state parks and county parks that allow camping needed a sure-fire sales tactic, this would be it.

However, park managers should also be more aware of the limitations that many families face regarding camping: It can be an expensive, gear-driven leisure activity. To help address those needs, many parks offer cabins, yurts or other shelters, and some even help with gear. They might consider going a step further and offer camping areas that are away from lights or — gasp — don’t offer wireless Internet. The teens (and some adults) might hate it the first evening, but their better sleeping habits would likely be welcomed by all after a couple of days.

This study seems to imply that the equivalent of Ambien grows on trees — the trees of the deep forest where Americans can camp themselves back into a healthy sleep cycle.


The Homeless Philosopher, who has spent most nights during the past nine years sleeping outside (and away from the knuckleheads who give all homeless campers a bad reputation), is delighted to learn that he is dripping melatonin from every pore. It’s true, I almost always sleep well when camping, going to sleep early and waking before dawn . . . However, I attribute this to the complete absence of what must be dealt with by anyone staying overnight inside Boulder Shelter for the Homeless and similar facilities:

Noise from other residents talking and wandering around all night

Body odor, foot odor, and the stench of unwashed clothes

Anxiety that your belongings will be stolen, or that you will be assaulted


Constant coughing and sneezing by other residents, who seldom cover their mouths

The ridiculous posturing of scumbags in so-called transitional living programs

Petty rules strictly enforced by staff, while more serious wrongdoing is ignored


I love watching for meteors in the night sky, as I enjoy a cold can of Hormel Chili with Beans and either saltine crackers or corn chips.

*Yes, I have many wild critters visit my campsite, but these are NOT to be confused with what is found in any homeless shelter. I find the company of my animal friends — rabbits, owls, foxes, deer mice, mule deer, magpies, and others — to be quite enjoyable. I often share the human food they find tasty, and I don’t begrudge their (usually) unsuccessful attempts to raid my food cache.

This Boulder nonprofit is a haven for sex offenders from all across America


By Max R. Weller

See for yourself by scrolling through the Boulder Police Sex Offender List With Pictures; note Boulder Shelter’s address of 4869 N. Broadway, Boulder Community Treatment Center’s (B.C.T.C.)* address of 1770 21st St., and those who have no address with a roof and four walls: “Lacks a fixed residence” — “Lives in car” — “Stays along creek” — “Stays at abandoned building” —  “Sleeps at work” — “Central Park.”

Most despicable of all, in my opinion, is the fact that Boulder Shelter for the Homeless receives money from Colorado DOC for providing so-called Parole Beds for these perverts. (This is one reason the Homeless Philosopher prefers to live outdoors year-round, regardless of weather conditions.)

Frankly, I’m still appalled by the arrogant demeanor of the sex offenders here in Boulder, CO. In other cities where I’ve lived, perverts keep a very low profile to avoid having the snot beaten out of them on a regular basis. This guy, who is in the Transition Program at BSH, is an example of what I mean, strutting around that facility every morning like he’s really somebody special:


George Neiser / Sex Assault on a Child 

Of course, I would NEVER advocate vigilantism. However, if I witnessed it, I’d probably forget to report it . . .

*B.C.T.C. works closely with BSH and it almost seems as if there’s a revolving door between the two agencies. There is NO effective treatment for pedophilia, so “treatment” is just another money-making SCAM.

(This blog post is being e-mailed to Boulder City Council.)

This predator came to Boulder, CO because the do-gooders welcome his kind


By Max R. Weller

Read the latest report in the Daily Camera about a rapist migrating to our city to find victims, Transient pleads guilty to sexual assault of Boulder jogger, faces more than 60 years in prison. Copied below in its entirety:

Jonathan Narucki, who pleaded guilty on Monday in connection with the sexual assault of a jogger along Boulder Creek last year, is seen in court in August.

Jonathan Narucki, who pleaded guilty on Monday in connection with the sexual assault of a jogger along Boulder Creek last year, is seen in court in August. (Cliff Grassmick / Staff Photographer)

A transient who grabbed a jogger and sexually assaulted her along the Boulder Creek Path last year pleaded guilty in Boulder District Court this morning in a deal with prosecutors that calls for at least six decades in prison.

Jonathan Narucki, 28, pleaded guilty to one count of second-degree kidnapping and one count of sexual assault.

Prosecutors and Narucki’s attorney reached a deal that calls for a 20-year sentence on the kidnapping charge and a 40-year sentence on the sexual assault charge. The two sentences are to run consecutively.

However, the sexual assault conviction falls under Colorado’s indeterminate sentencing law, which means Narucki could spend the rest of his life in prison.

Narucki — a transient from Georgia who had been in Boulder for less than a month at the time of the crime — did not speak at the hearing except to answer questions from Chief District Judge Maria Berkenkotter.

As part of the plea agreement, prosecutors dropped multiple other charges, including sexual assault, unlawful sexual contact, assault and felony menacing.

Boulder police arrested Narucki in June, a few weeks after they say he snatched a woman off of a trail near the 4700 block of Walnut Street, threatened her with a knife and then sexually assaulted her.

The woman told police that she screamed at first, but eventually complied with Narucki’s demands, because she was afraid he would hurt her. She was not able to identify Narucki, because she did not get a good look at him.

Police suspected Narucki had committed the assault — they stopped and spoke with him four times before his arrest, including on the night of the attack — but they were not able to arrest him until obtaining a DNA sample via a warrant, and linking him to the crime scene.

Narucki remains in custody at the Boulder County Jail and is due in court for sentencing on April 19.


This is the sort of sociopathic scumbag being welcomed with lots of Free Stuff and kind words by self-styled homeless advocates and the clowns running Boulder’s shelter / services industry. Remember who the do-gooders are:


Darren O’Connor of “Boulder Rights Watch”


Isabel McDevitt of Bridge House


Mike Homner of “Facing Homelessness Boulder”


Joy Eckstine Redstone, involved in many different ways with the issue of homelessness and always as an apologist / enabler for the worst-behaved transients


Joy with her protégé, Jim Budd — now serving time in Colorado DOC for raping a Carriage House volunteer

Of course, there are scores of other do-gooders who make it possible for the Jonathan Narucki-types of this world to commit crimes here . . . How about we ship all of ’em out along with the worst-behaved transients? Or better yet, require a valid photo ID with a Boulder County address and proof of at least one year’s residency for anyone seeking shelter / services from any Boulder, CO nonprofit.

A good weekend in my neighborhood


By Max R. Weller


In the absence of the Homeless Peanut Gallery acting out on the wall in front of the Mexican restaurant in the 4900 block of N. Broadway, passersby were in a generous mood. Yesterday, I enjoyed a $50 day while playing the role of Humble Beggar for a couple of hours on the corner of U.S. 36, and now I can begin saving cash for the lean times ahead . . . When the filthy, drunken louts and tweakers are present, people are understandably in a foul mood and NOT inclined to hand money they believe — correctly, in many cases — will go for cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs. I haven’t been plagued by the bums for about three weeks now, ever since the alcoholic child molester (see below) had to seek treatment for his frostbitten toe:


BTW, this pervert’s pal was in Boulder Shelter for the Homeless this morning, but Crusty Cliff yet again failed to take a Free shower using the Free soap, Free shampoo, Free deodorant, etc. which is handed out just for the asking. Crusty literally looked as though he needed to be stripped naked (and his clothes burned), then stood up against a wall and blasted with a fire hose to loosen the dirt, if not wash it away completely. I’m NOT a praying man, sharing Huck Finn’s skepticism, but if any of you readers are please, PLEASE pray that Crusty doesn’t hang out in my spot today. Or any other day in the future . . .

I was delighted to receive a new tarp from my Longmont friend on Saturday, and as it turns out it was slightly larger than its stated 9’x12′ size. This will come in handy in keeping my meager belongings dry.

That’s all for now. Time to play online chess with worthy opponents from around the world, who will show me new ways to lose.