My lovely machine (to me, anyway) stands neglected. I haven't ridden in over a month and this galls me every time I look at it. Look at it's headlights. See that glint of reproof? Meant for me and only me, muchachos y muchachas.
Perhaps I should state here and now my intentions for this new year? Public humiliation as a punishment for failure is a great motivator, non?
The extraordinary Jessica Lopez reflects on "the ink blots and back ants" of love gone bad.
Jessica Helen Lopez is a Poetry and Creative Writing Teacher/NM History Instructor at Robert F. Kennedy Charter High School. She is a former member of 2006 and 2007 City of Albuquerque Slam Team and the 2008 National Champion UNM Lobo Slam Team. She is currently a member of the writing collective and performance troupe Mestizo… Continue
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.
But what was taunting me were the two old… Continue
There are restaurants of all ilk, possessing personalities all their own- like the ones where the chefs come out in their whites to yuk it up with the clientele. And of course, there's the kind that have rude waitstaff as part of their schtick. I like those. I have patronized dining establishments that were true "neighborhood… Continue
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.
However, KRQE did have… Continue
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!
Wow. I want a job with the…Continue
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... Murders were up in Albuquerque this year,… Continue