Now don’t get me wrong, if you throw on some booty music I’ll be out on the dance floor after the first few beats, but when it comes to actual formal dancing with real steps I feel a little uneasy “gettin’ up on the dance floor.” A few salsa nights at Sauce and the Cooperage turned my unease to fear since the dance floor seemed like Albuquerque’s version of Dancing with the Stars. After those few scary moments in the middle of a crowded, sweaty dance floor with some guy who thought spinning me… Continue
On October 31st, members of New Mexico Youth Organized will hit the Burque streets for a massive nonpartisan Get Out the Vote drive called “Trick or Vote.” The costumed force of about 200 young people will meet at Lower Johnson Field on the UNM campus at 5pm and fan out in neighborhoods across the city on Halloween to remind people to vote on November 4th.
Trick or Vote is part of a national effort to encourage youth participation in the electoral… Continue
There were 45,000 hearing people in the audience and 5 signing deaf people in the bleachers behind the stage at the Obama Rally Saturday night. Regular readers of my blog may know that I'm a card-carrying member of the smaller group.
Rule Number One for deaf people: show up early to any big event with American Sign Language interpreters.
This event was no exception.
Why show up early? Well, we deaf people need to be… Continue
It was about 8:30am Sunday morning at the Frontier. My wife and I decided that a breakfast burrito before church would be a good idea so with coffee in hand we scanned the multitude of open tables, a rarity at the Frontier on a Sunday. Moving along towards our favorite spot, we spotted friends of ours and joined them. Their voices were hoarse and strained from the Obama rally the evening before, but they beamed with excitement. They just couldn’t stop talking about Obama and how great he was… Continue
Halloween is a spooky night, but clubs usually cater to those who want to get into the various S.P.I.R.I.T.S of the evening. Have checked out links to likely spots in Albuquerque. You probably know of some great spots I've missed. You may know which ones offer spectacular contests, good music, entertainment that is above average, and so on.
For starters: Is anyone wearing a costume in 2008? What are you going as? Homemade? Store… Continue
This morning, still red-eyed and tired from the Obama rally last night, I dragged myself out of bed for the breakfast and CD1 debate at Congregation Albert.
While I've known for a while that I was supporting Barack Obama for President, I hadn't made my mind up about some of the other candidates. I moved back to Albuquerque less than two years ago, and didn't know anything about either of the candidates running for the CD1 seat. I… Continue
JOHNSON FIELD, UNM CAMPUS, CENTRAL & GIRARD NE--Rarely do the two Presidential candidates offer such an opportunity. Both Obama and McCain appeared the same day, yesterday, in the same town with the same amount of advance notice. They even gave the same stump speeches that we have been seeing on television for the last week. But there was all the difference in the world between the two events.
John McCain spoke in the morning at… Continue
At some point, it stops being about politics.
It stops being about who's right or who's wrong.
It stops being about who's going to win, who's going to lose.
Yes, it was the same speech we've heard on television many times before. Yes, it was cold and we stood there for hours and hours. Yes, there were a few people there in the crowd (okay, early estimates at the event stated somewhere in the neighborhood of… Continue
I just got home from the Barack Obama rally. I am tired. I am hoarse. I am hopeful.
It was exciting to volunteer for the campaign, walking the line that stretched for blocks, encouraging people to vote early. It was enlightening to talk to people whose friends were denied the right to vote, even this early in the voting, and are having to fight for the opportunity to exercise their right to vote.
The first presidential rally I ever went to was when Governor Clinton was running for president in 1992. I was in high school, probably sophomore year, and it was between second and third session at CEC. CEC was the way for any APS student to upgrade their ticket to a first-class high-school education- hopefully it still is. I walked from the school campus to UNM, approximately where that fountain with 13 pillars… Continue
I like to joke with some of the other "media" types, that while we (Jackie, Donnie and myself) are members of the "media", we really aren't. We're three people who go in each weekday morning...chit chat (sometimes too much) and then go home for the day. We usually leave the "serious" news to other people. We're you're outlet for when Britney Spears goes crazy...or Angelina Jolie adopts another child.
One thing that we have talked quite a bit about is the excitement surrounding this… Continue
Last night, I accused a well-known figure from ABQ's restaurant scene of sorcery.
Human sacrifice was really the only explanation I could come up with. The deliciousness really was unholy. I'm talking, of course, about Farina's pizza crust. Moist and chewy on the inside, crisp and perfectly browned on the outside, this pizza crust made me get on my knees and thank all the deities I… Continue
In 2004, there was a mysterious fire in the bosque, and our fire department responded to it. Also in our bosque was a device for converting vegetable oil into biodiesel. Because of the suspicious nature of the fire, our sheriff brought APD to the scene of the crime. Sheriff Darren White ordered a lockdown of the scene because of the biodiesel converter, and two things happened: one, a media circus, documented… Continue
I love the sound of New Mexico Spanish. For me, it’s like a warm blanket.
The sound of it reminds me of my grandmother's tiny kitchen up north. She can ramble on, mixing Spanish words with English with ease as her hands turn white with flour over the stove. Then, of course, there's the crackling AM radio station with barely audible Spanish corridos about heartbreak and death, and the dusty dog slobbering all over the screen door just… Continue
I'm doing it. It's happening. My house is getting a makeover and there are no TV cameras to capture it, no host to give a play-by-play, no viewing audience in the millions. The single 1940s floor gas heater I've huddled around in the winter will be gone, the ancient metal casement windows replaced, the outside insulated, the inside reconfigured.
It was a hard decision to make about eight months ago when I was considering buying a new house… Continue