We've had to call 311 to get the graffiti removal team to our neighborhood quite a bit lately. The punks are really going to town on the walls around here. I'm not sure what's going on, but it's starting to really get on my nerves. It reminded me of this piece I wrote a few years back on the subject. (This was actually an excerpt from a novel I've been working on that was a sort of spoof on New Mexico detective novels. In the original story, a giant animate tumbleweed -- a Weedwalker -- is…Continue
For eight seasons Albuquerque poet Mitch Rayes outfitted jungle trips to remote rivers and ruins in the southern Mexican state of Chiapas. He first arrived there in 1979 and for almost two decades spent a large portion of his time in an area of Chiapas inhabited by a small group of indigenous Maya known as the Lacandones. His most recent poems are based on reminiscences of those years.
Born in Detroit, he made his first visit to New Mexico… Continue
I assume everyone else around here gets as annoyed as I do when issues of culture and race, particularly of the hispanic brown persuasion, get intense and edgy on the national stage. I know I twitch, just a little bit, when my left-wing media friends play the clips of Rush most recently accusing Judge Sonia Sotomayor as a reverse racist. It's infuriating to listen to the national debate rage on about issues that regions like the Southwest have come to terms to over the course of centuries. I… Continue
Out here, past the “official” commuter belt, the hazards are a little different than you find in Albuquerque. I live on a few acres in a little valley backed up to the Ballinger ranch with its eleven thousand non-subdivided acres of piñon/juniper/grasslands that are range to a few cattle. It’s peaceful, practically idyllic. When I hiked through snow (or mud) in the winter, mine were the only deep (or sloppy) footprints in the area; the ranch usually… Continue
Looks like rain, feels like rain, but where is the rain? Need to get out there and water my beautiful flowers!
Remembering when my grandmother who lived in the home I live in today always had a little lawn and nice flowers and actually some bushes she brought home from Bakersfield, CA! Her oldest son, my late uncle lived there with his family for years! She brought home the pomegranate bush that continues to grow beautifully in the front yard it must be over 50 years old! Just a bit… Continue
This is a tale of perplexity and persistence. More than a decade ago, when I purchased my first home and moved to Barelas, I registered to vote, wanting to do my civic duty and wanting to have my say about matters close to home. I read all of the election literature I received, including the newsletters sent out by the Middle Rio Grande…Continue
A friend from work, Dvora, brought me a loaf of what I call hippie bread. It's an obscure-label bread made from spouted hemp instead and it's full of seeds. At first I was like, oh, great, what is this?
Now I'm hooked. On hippie bread.
The only store in town that carries it is La Montanita, and so now I have to go completely out of my way to get some, so that every day I can have my one slice of hippie bread with almond butter, which another friend has… Continue
I attended the first 3 GO! Festivals as a volunteer for artist friends' via booth support. Long hot days.
The first 2 were a little rough, granted the idea was art- and not perfomance based.
It showed, and was heard. (wince) It was loud and jagged and literally irratating.
But an effort was being made and we support that, then and now.
The 3rd Festival- well, it just exploded with a fusion of art and sound and movement. It was incredible and
I know we all… Continue
Added by juniper berri on May 29, 2009 at 10:00am —
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I have been walking the west side of the bosque north of central for 10 years now. They recently started doing some conservation work. I agree that some of these things needed to be done but some of them I question. They are removing the trees that are not native which I love as most of the non native trees really drink a lot of water. My question on this is they are leaving the stumps and as it has warmed up the stumps are showing new growth if you are going to get rid of a tree shouldn't the… Continue
On my way to do my Yoga Class at the Senior Center; need to stretch, do poses and get back into the swing of things! WHEW; it's a beautiful day and seems like we might get a little more rain?…
Together we've raised $2,142.00 and there are still 87 days to go!
In an effort to keep adding to our existing teams and to create new teams, we are doing a Team Blitz week.
National Survivor Awareness Day is June 7. We will do a blitz offering $10 off registration in honor of survivors for the week of June 7 – 14.
Tell everybody you know to sign up a team or if you know somebody who already has a team, join them! www.nmclimb.org.
Hates cats.
Eats dog food and likes it.
Spends all day waiting to bark at the mailman.
Can point, flush and chase birds for hours.
Has pretty eyes.
Loves me no matter what.
Six Reasons She Isn't:
Refuses to lay on anything unless it's upholstered.
Won't fetch.
Prefers ice cubes in her water.
Has no interest in hanging her head out the car window.
Lays right down without circling three… Continue
Write on! That's what people like Bill do as they progress in their skills ( See the Sunday Journal on May 24, E1, in an article by Carolyn Flynn titled "Zen of the Pen").
Right on! That's what other people say when the writing example makes their eyeballs drool in appreciation. You can be a calligrapher or an admirer. You will be welcome on June 3, 2009… Continue
Added by Escribiente on May 25, 2009 at 1:00pm —
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Yesterday we marked Memorial Day weekend with a family backyard barbeque; it's an annual tradition. This year we had four different generations at our gathering, representing every generation from the Silent Generation to the Millennials.
It was such a great run - I rounded a corner in the foothills on trail 365, and immediately came up on 2 white dogs, large, with sort-of inbred faces and triangular heads. One was on a leash, and one not. Oh, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, I said, as the one that was not on a leash, missing one eye, leapt on me repeatedly. He was large, and kept jumping up and putting his front paws on my chest. I kept backing away from it, trying to avoid being jumped… Continue
Added by mistypilgrim on May 24, 2009 at 11:00pm —
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