i. At six twenty am, while rosy-fingered dawn was leaking through the blinds in his bedroom, a man awoke and he shook the night from his hair. “Damn”, he said,”I think I left my wallet in the truck”. And he reache… Continue

What the heck, they do it on Slate. The transmission is a might touchy these days, must have something to do with the weather this summer… Continue

I had a job delivering the Albuquerque Tribune. Here's a story about that job, about the influence the Trib has had in my life. The influence had as much to do with the physical object as it did with the words printed on it. After school… Continue

After the jump, I will tell you a story. It's available to read and then you can do whatever you want with it; remember it sentimentally, process it and relate it to your own life and experiences, dismiss it as lacking meaning or being verbose. You can even use it to fly. I recko… Continue

i. He awoke and it was August. The bright sunshine had come flooding through the window. He made his way to the living room, three dogs rose from the couch. They yawned and stretched. The vocal one opened her mouth and made a sound like a… Continue

I just stepped outside to see if the postman had been by and thought to myself, "It is absolutely effing glorious out here, right now". Summer has reac… Continue

I've spent the past three weeks using an amazing new memory system that I found on the internet. Let me tell you all about it! It's really affordable, too. Kidding! My memo… Continue

There is a collection of objects at the place where Girard… Continue

The Fourth of July is my favorite American holiday. I also like Guy Fawkes Day, it’s also one of my *favourites*, but try celebrating that in Albuquerque. Bonfires are… Continue

I live very near a huge stockpile of nuclear weapons. Well, about five miles away, maybe. By some estimates, it’s the largest in the world. That’s not meant to be a revelation. It’s just a fact and I’m really not too worried about… Continue

About ten days ago, I read a really interesting article at Slate.com. The article was about web-usability expert Jakob Nielson's ideas regarding human onl… Continue

The night before Albuquerque surrendered to the summer, I sat on the porch and watched as the portion of earth I was sitting on turned to reveal the moon. It was waning but bright like a shiny coin; a gust of wind and som… Continue

Let me tell you something about water. I am fascinated by its absence and here in the desert it has been a thing which I have both feared and revered. Its lack of abundance has been a guidepost in my life. A dweller of mesas and arroyos, water represents something that is both form… Continue

There was a Safeway store on the southwest corner of Juan Tabo and Montgomery. It was next to Walgreens. To the north, a mostly empty tract of undeveloped land stretched fr… Continue

I decided that I wanted to devise a new way to interact with Duke City Fix. Here is what I did to manifest that idea. I read through the week’s blog postings. Among a rich variety of work, I noted honesty and kindness, serious political discourse, keen observation, deep reflection and whimsy too. The text here has become a beautiful object, I thought, growing and flourishing like flowers in front yards, everywhere, in spring. I wondere… Continue

On a slightly stormy Friday morning, I drove down to Barelas. I was planning to meet with my old friend, Johnny Fishburn. Fishburn is an artist and collector. In the midst of the waxing and waning of a multitude of Albuquerque art movements and communities, this man’s work has continued to manifest itself, exerting an influence that is both viral and vital. It is the sort of art that continually rises from the underground, full of steam a… Continue

Some of the water hanging over the city today fell down from the sky and into the ground. And, from that ground, which is full of clay and sand, some life will emerge. The water will creep into roots. It will call seeds into action and eggs will hatch on its account. It will revive slumbering invertebrates. Trees will wag vibrantly and greenly in the accompanying wind, as multitudes of small creatures fly or crawl towards summer. Here, at the edge of the Rocky Mountains and north of the… Continue

Reading is not my middle name, though it could be. The advent of the internet accelerated this passion, but there are still many and notable times when I peruse magazines, books and newspapers. Newspapers I read the least, owing to the fact that what is written about in them is too far removed from what is happening now. Online, as far as the news is concerned, it is always now. In any event, yesterday, I stumbled onto an actual newspaper. A copy of the Al… Continue

By nine o'clock on Sunday morning, I was already online. I was reading a part of the New York Times that interested me: the opinion section. I noticed some cynicism in the words printed there. It was becoming hard to tell, I thought, who was supporting who these days. This political confusion had been sizzling my brain lately. When my left leg started vibrating, I thought for a moment that I had final… Continue

My father was famous for cussing. He learned some of it in the Navy while diving for dead sailors and some of it later; writing memos for commissioned officers, after the stress of pulling his cohorts out of ditched F4U-1As and subs with holes in their sides resulted in a transfer stateside. Though he honed his craft while simultaneously participating in a team that somehow forced a very brutal form of fascism back into its very own i… Continue