So far I've dropped off hazardous household materials and taken a collection of glass bottles to go live in the great glass bottle ranch in the sky. Now, I find myself faced with a slow New Year clean out of my garage. The cardboard boxes I have no problem with - break them down and toss them in the recycling box. Unused (but still useful) items have been taken over to Thrift Town as ARC donations.
Albuquerque poet Maisha Baton died on December 27th of cancer. She had spent the last few months with her daughter and family in Pittsburgh, PA. She was 71.
It is the first Monday of the New Year, and I am thinking of rice pudding and philosopher W.D. Ross. The rice pudding is easy – a jaunt to La Montañita for raisins and local eggs to mix with last night’s leftover rice for a quick and easy dessert for the progeny tonight. W.D. Ross is more complicated, as befits a philosopher.
Dick Cheney continues to insert himself into the current political debate. Poet Gary L. Brower has the former VP in his metaphoric sights as he focuses on a very real hunting trip. The Incident occurred on February 11, 2006, when then U.S. Vice President Dick Cheney shot Harry Whittington, a 78-year-old Texas attorney, while participating in a quail hunt. Both Cheney and Whittington called the incident an accident.
As I write this is it about 3:15 in the morning and I have not gone to bed yet, but I did celebrate the new year in the company of friends, indulging in champagne at midnight and some fan-friggin-tastic ritualistic shots of brandy with sugar and coffee coated limes (it was pretty fun) and giving the kids sparkling cider and letting them crash wherever they fell. Scanning the news channels is pretty uneventful this morning.
Before I get to the haps, I would be remiss not to mention that this is the last day of the year, and the last day of the decade, as well. I began this decade as the mother of a toddler, pregnant with my second child, and am wrapping it up with four great kids. I began this decade living in St. Louis, and am ending it back home in Albuquerque. When I started this decade I was hoping to go to law school, and I still am (admittedly much closer to my… Continue
What do you get when you buy a new washing machine? A dead dryer, that's what. Yes, I went to switch loads earlier and thought, "huh, I thought I started the dryer." Turned it on again and came back later to cold, wet clothes. Bummer. Anyone out there know anyone good at fixing things that are large and run on electrical power? I need help!
It's a really cold morning here in the Burque, the kind of day where a cup of coffee and a jigsaw puzzle beckon, and I plan to indulge in some Wii boxing with the kids. Yesterday Maddie, my 8 year old, kicked my ass. I have been stretching all morning in anticipation of an awesome grudge match. Mwaaaahahahaha...
It is Kwanzaa time again. I posted “Habari gani?” on my Facebook status update earlier this week, but found just one taker. Is Kwanzaa fading away as a holiday tradition, I wonder?
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All poets are dangerous, but this poet is explosive. "Powder speaks; dirt is mute." I'm starting to feel uncomfortable.
My kids are sooooo excited. Panting with anticipation. What will Santa bring the Compton kids this year? We have a code process in our house, we talk about the upcoming Wii-kend, for example. It is going to be a really good Christmas I think.
I got a really great email yesterday from the University of New Mexico, which began... Cara, It is my pleasure to congratulate you as the winner of the UNM nomination for the Truman Scholarship. The selection committee found your achievements exemplary, and we are very happy to name you as a UNM nominee...
Felix Wurman, Albuquerque’s own founder of Church of Beethoven, had the opportunity to study cello with Jacqueline du Pre, the world famous cellist taken down by multiple sclerosis (MS) in her prime. They were also friends and cello is not the only thing he learned from her. I know: because I’m lucky enough… Continue
I always feel very conversational when I blog, like I am talking with you over a cup of coffee, instead of writing while the kids sleep...so good morning peeps!