One time, I wrote to you from a provocatively celestial, windy night.
Two dust-speckled birds lit on the mulberry tree across the street. The tree still had some dark green leaves on, it being the middle of November.
I heard a low and mournful whisper coming from the train yard. It weren't a ghost; just a locomotive breathing out its coarse diesel discourse into the obscure hours.
Before long, those two nightjars commenced their song; caliginous chirps and whistles followed. All of those sounds combined. And once entwined, they spirited themselves away into the upper atmosphere.
There was a buzzing sodium lamp burning nearby. The light it made caused nearby objects to appear yellow and sharp. Purple shadows blossomed beneath the cars and plants and cats located within the circle of its electric radiance.
I spied Polaris setting in one place, way up north. The rest of the stars and planets churned around it like the maelstroms that take unlucky boats down to Neptune's hidden garden. Seeing how that idea gave me an unfamiliar but welcome sense of ease and well being, I laid myself down and fell into a dream.
It is naturally bright but the air is sullen at the same time. I let my old yellow Volkswagen—the one I bought from the fry cook at Fred's Bread—do the driving. That car carries me with all of the benevolence its chugging engine can muster, across empty mesas and up into foggy foothills.
The road gets hard to manage and has been flooded with paint the color of water so I climb out a side window. The city of Albuquerque is glowing beneath me. It looks just like I imagine a vast space station might, if I were an astronaut.
I tell the Volkswagen (whose name I cannot pronounce when awake) to wait while I investigate the geometry and nocturnal animal life in the mountains ahead.
A pack of coyotes is breathing out howling noises aimed at the moon and vinegaroon skitters through the arroyo, whipping its tail and snapping its black claws. Somewhere east of Supper Rock, I find a wooden door has been craftily installed into the face of a cliff I used to climb.
I pull it open to discover the Sandia Mountains are mostly hollow. A pale blue light seeps through from the other side. Inside, I notice that someone built a ramshackle fence—made from saplings and multi-colored telephone wire—around a great green meadow that seems to extend for miles. Sheep graze here and there. My old dog Arnold bounds up to say hello, wagging his tail. He starts carrying on about the beauty and serenity of nature
The sun came up just about then, just as I began to notice the telephone wire fence was really constructed of lunar soil and leaden capacitors.
Yawning and shaking my head at the impossibility such things, I sat up in bed, activated my personal levitation device, floated into the kitchen and processed some coffee beans into a stimulating beverage. I swung the backdoor open in a gesture meant to reconcile myself with reality and did not bother to look for my shoes before deactivating the machine and stepping into November.
A cool breeze was wafting through the air. The whole place smelt of water and autumnal relief. Two fellows were working on the swamp cooler next door and cursing a clogged copper pipe while the neighbor's cat patrolled the fence tops, prowling for Inca doves.
I blinked my eyes and the radio came on as I tumbled back into the house. An announcer was telling about the war and how it might make things like miniaturized nuclear fuel cells scare, how growing one’s home victory garden ought to be balanced out with proper and diligent Geiger counter use.
The presidential show was coming up, the on-air voice continued, and it looked like Oprah was still in the lead because Justin Beiber might be pretty, but his foreign policy skills needed lots of work. 2024 would be a helluva year I thought to myself, even if I do have to learn to walk again.
The alarm went off at seven that morning and I jumped out of bed like my life depended on that simple act. Three cups of coffee and two bowls of Rice Chex later, I began my daily drive to work. I smiled broadly and had a good laugh when the oldies station played that one hit song Franz Ferdinand had when everyone in the rocanrol press really believed they were gonna be the next big thing after Radiohead was done conquering the earth.
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The Daily Word in Trump's Choices
The CEO of Carl's Jr., a fast food hamburger chain, will likely be chosen to be the new Secretary of Labor.
Former Marine Gen. John Kelly has been tapped to become the head of the US Department of Homeland Security.
The co-founder of a professional wrestling concern, known as the WWE, will likely be in charge of Trump's version of the Small Business Administration.
"Fierce EPA critic" and current Oklahoma State Attorney General Scott Pruitt shall be the next head of the federal government's official environmental watchdog group.
Here's a detailed rundown of the president-elect's other picks for top government posts.
Feeling stressed out after reading through this morning's Daily Word? Well, then you might just need to watch and listen to this rocanrol video to assuage your mounting fears of the coming apocalypse.
The Daily Word in Lo Ultimo de Nuevo Mexico
Senator Tom Udall isn't running for governor of the land of enchantment.
State economists here have revised revenue expectations after data showed the state falling behind in employment, wages and economic growth.
According to 24/7 Wall St, we're one of the worst-run states in the nation called America.
Elected officials residing in a town in Northwest New Mexico want to keep their 10 Commandments monument.
The British tabloid press got a hold of a report from KRQE about a Las Cruces cop, aprés-shower nakedness and Domino's Pizza. Starkers?! Really.
In Alamogordo (which means fat cottonwood, btw) there's an exhibit of New Deal Art, courtesy of the National New Deal Preservation Association.
UNM President Bob Frank may be in trouble.
Safety concerns continue to trouble the Waste Isolation Pilot Plant in Carlsbad.
UNM's Lobo football team is headed for post-season play for the second year in a row.
A human from Farmington caught a 25 inch brown trout using a size 24 black foam wing midge.
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The Daily Word in Noticias de Nuevo Mexico
Pete Domenici is back!
Lobo men's hoopsters beat Abilene Christian by nine.
A Las Cruces woman allegedly attacked her boyfriend with a chainsaw.
A man from Albuquerque died in Califas.
State Game and Fish officers nabbed an alleged poacher.
Hanna Skandera likes Betty DeVos.
There was a deadly police chase near Clovis.
As the Facebook Data Center in Valencia County begins construction, issues have arisen regarding the hiring of local subcontractors and laborers.
Doña Ana County Treasurer David Gutierrez was found guilty of "gross immorality."
Mountainair's only grocery store closed in April, but is set to reopen before Christmas.
A member of the Breitbart News editorial team will speak at UNM in January.
When humans vacate the state of Oklahoma, they rarely land in the land of enchantment.
New Mexico is among five US states with the highest rates of death from opioid overdose.
The US Tenth Circuit Court of Appeals dismissed a claim of pay discrimination claim emanating from New Mexico.
Un Burqueño caught a rainbow trout at Tingley Beach, while fly-fishing with an egg pattern.
The Daily Word in the Freakiest Show
An underground ice deposit was discovered on the planet Mars. It has an area equal to that of New Mexico.
Meanwhile on planet Earth:
Some sections of the Waste Isolation Pilot Plant are so contaminated after a 2014 accidental release of radiation that they should be permanently closed; housed behind "a series of steel barriers" for eternity, say state and federal officials.
Down in Belize, Trevor Jerry Guy got busted for being in possession of weed and undersized conch.
While further out to sea, the marine environment around Ascension Island will be designated a protected area.
The government of Zimbabwe has issued a new currency whose value remains contested and controversial.
Thirteen years on, the effects of the Liberian Civil War are still being felt.
Amble has a new lifeboat and it will be called "Elizabeth and Leonard."
The long arm of the law caught up with a Salt Lake City man and his "pill press."
Navajo Nation President Russell Begaye wrote to US President Barack Obama asking him to intervene in Standing Rock.
The Daily Word in the UNM Seal, the wind, nuclear waste, controlled explosions and a large rattle lure
The regents of the University of New Mexico have decided to begin the process of redesigning the school's official logo.
There will be much wind flowing through the state and into our lives today.
Officials from the United States Department of Energy are busy inspecting the Waste Isolation Pilot Plant. They are doing this in order to determine if the nuclear waste storage facility is capable of resuming operations after a radiation leak in 2014 forced the facility's closure.
Senator Tom Udall (D-New Mexico) is the new vice chairman of the U.S. Senate Committee on Indian Affairs.
An armed student at New Mexico State University was shot in the leg by campus police after he refused to put his gun down.
Here's some information about the new federal regulations governing driver's license issuance and renewal in the land of enchantment, care of the Los Alamos Monitor.
The University of New Mexico Lobo football team hopes to continue its winning ways.
On Tuesday, Sandia Labs conducted a controlled explosive test at the Coyote Test Field south of town.
Duke City Fix blogger Scot Key examines pedestrian deaths in Burque, using bubbles as metaphors, Roman numerals as references and car culture as a culprit.
A dude from Burque with a healthy beard and a kind heart caught and released a 43-inch northern pike at Navajo Lake recently. He was using a large rattle lure.
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The Daily Word in economics, cryptozoology, education, football and fishing
A new teevee show titled "Get Shorty" will be filmed in Albuquerque and Los Angeles, the NM Film Office announced today.
In other economics-related news, Moody's Investors Service has lowered the credit outlook for several New Mexico School Districts and public universities.
And a University of New Mexico official has been criticized for spending state money on a bigfoot conference and expedition.
While over at The Atlantic, Emily Deruy writes about cross-border education in the age of Trump.
Up in El Norte, PNM has cancelled plans to build a huge natural gas generation plant and pipeline meant to take the place of the coal-fired monstrosities at the San Juan Generating Station.
New Mexico Democrats are up in arms about false claims made by a Republican PAC associated with La Tejana and her main minion, Jay McCleskey.
An important device on NASA's Curiosity Mars Rover was developed by scientists at Los Alamos National Labs and is managed by staff from the University of New Mexico.
If UNM's Lobo Football team wins this weekend against a similarly named Nevada sports outfit, they might get to go to a bowl game!
Someone stole Johnny Mango's Hillary Clinton for President placard.
Finally in fishing news, an Albuquerque resident caught a 23-and-half-inch rainbow trout on the pecos river recently, using cherry PowerBait