Last year, when I went to see Dweezil Zappa playing his father's music, an old guy with a pony tail sitting in front of me turned and asked me if I knew “Weasels Ripped My Flesh.” He told me a story about sitting in a bar in Los Alamos, watching a trio, and realizing the drummer was Jimmy Carl Black. He went home between sets and got his copy of “Weasels” so Black could autograph it.…

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I'm always changing my mind about what counts as "my favorite bike ride in Albuquerque," but I always return to the Junkyard Loop. Down in Albuquerque's South Valley, it takes you past the city's sewage treatment plant, a bit of infrastructure not to be missed if only for its pedestrian grandeur. It gives you a sense of the scale of our poop, a fact… Continue

Speaking of brain crushes, you can do no better for brilliant and wacky people to spend time with in Albuquerque than Dave Thomas and Kim Johnson of New Mexicans for Science and Reason. For those not privileged with regular lunch dates, Dave and Kim share their wisdom with a broader audience via their regular…

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