V.25 No.37 | 09/15/2016
The Daily Word in Terence Crutcher, Keith Lamont and Police Brutality[ Wed Sep 21 2016 11:21 AM ]
Two brewing companies are opening up shop Downtown.
Astronomers found some blobs within some other blobs (scientifically speaking).
Archeologists have discovered human remains at the largest shipwreck which was also where the Antikythera Mechanism was found.
Five medical personal were killed after the collapse of the cease-fire in Syria.
A 13-year-old boy was shot this month by police while playing with a BB gun.
Tulsa police fatally shot an unarmed man on Friday.
Charlotte police say fatally shot Keith Lamont Scott was holding a “gun.”
Since Colin Kaepernick has started his silent protest on Aug. 26, 15 black people have been shot during police encounters.
V.25 No.35 | 09/01/2016
Friday, Sep 9: Umbrella Week
By Megan Reneau [ Wed Sep 7 2016 12:00 PM ]
Kickoff Umbrella Week with ten-minute performances by musicians, comedians, dancers and poets.
The Daily Word In justified gun discharge, no big 12 and the return of Lyft
By August March [ Thu Sep 1 2016 12:25 PM ]
An APD officer who suffered a broken femur and wrist in an encounter with a convicted felon and habitual offender was cleared of wrong doing in the incident.
UNM sports teams are out of the running to be part of the Big 12 Conference.
An affordable housing project called CUATRO opened on Fourth Street recently.
Albuquerque Public Schools is delaying some important remodeling and renovation projects because of a lawsuit calling into issue the district's funding process.
First the Isotopes eked one out; then the Bees bounced back.
The return of Lyft bodes well for the Duke City.
There are some really big Rainbow Trout in New Mexico lakes and someone from Burque caught one in the Pecos River "while fly-fishing with a bead-head, pheasant tail nymph."
V.25 No.33 | 08/18/2016
The Daily Word in Bees, Instagram and Italy
By Megan Reneau [ Wed Aug 24 2016 11:11 AM ]
A 6.2 earthquake hit central Italy last night.
Not sure if you're depressed? Check your Instagram.
Business owners have already started to take proactive action against the negative affects of ART.
A spontaneous block party was filmed for a music video for the musician Jandro on Sunday.
France exploited three women who just wanted to enjoy the beach for an afternoon.
A project called Holobiont Urbanism is tracking microbes with bees and mapping the results.
V.25 No.30 | 07/28/2016
Saranga U Nara
Wailing Through Downtown with a Groove
Saturday, Aug 6: Downtown Summerfest
By August March [ Thu Aug 4 2016 11:00 AM ]
Food and drink, a microbrew garden, an artisan market, kids' activities and live music with The Wailers headlining and many more local bands.
V.25 No.29 | 07/21/2016
Courtesy School of Rock
Hello, Saturday Night!
SOR All-Stars and Wavves are featured
By August March [ Sat Jul 23 2016 3:43 PM ]
Head on downtown to take advantage of the amazingly audacious variety of live music happening in clubs on Central between First Street and Sixth Street tonight!
The Co-Op (415 Central NW) presents a concert by students from the School of Rock. Albuquerque SOR operator Robert Montoya told Weekly Alibi this show features School of Rock students from all over the planet, saying, "There are seven different touring groups that are starting in different cities around the country. Team Five Touring Group had their dress rehearsal at the Co-Op on Friday and will play a full show along with our ABQ School of Rock House Band to kick off their tour! They play Denver and Red Rocks next, then Omaha, Neb. and DeKalb, Kansas before ending up at Lollapalooza in Chicago on July 28."
The SOR Tour kicks off at 6pm at the Co-Op, Tickets cost $10 online or at the door. All ages are welcome.
After you've caught a glimpse of the next generation, troop your rocked out form over to Launchpad (618 Central SW) to check out one of the premier, genre-defining bands of this age. In case you wanna know, they are called Wavves and they are from Califas. Totally worth it, totally talented and totally kings of the beach.
It will cost $17 to interact with this beachy slice of the California Republic and members of the public over the age of 13 are invited to do so. Doors are at 8pm; the gig's at 9pm.
V.25 No.22 | 06/02/2016
The Daily Word in Dragons, The Lonely Island and Heroin
By Megan Reneau [ Thu Jun 2 2016 12:46 PM ]
Another cyclist was hit and killed by an Albuquerque driver.
Have you tried any Instagram diets?
“Would you rather...” with The Lonely Island. (Yes. Yes, everything with The Lonely Island)
Hey! Can we play trade-sies real quick? I have a gun, you have some heroin so why not, ya know?
German Government officials decided they actually did commit genocide. HUH.
What a teacher in Colorado Springs did to prevent any of her students from committing suicide might make you cry.
V.25 No.16 | 04/21/2016
Who Needs Picasso?
Friday, Apr 29: ArtsUnexpected
By Monica Schmitt [ Wed Apr 27 2016 1:00 PM ]
ThisÂ student-curated event features over 250 artists including filmmakers, dancers, thespians, visual artists and musicians performing and showcasing their works across campus.
V.25 No.13 | 03/31/2016
Playing the Guitar for Jazz
Saturday, Apr 9: Kevin Eubanks • jazz
By August March [ Thu Apr 7 2016 2:00 PM ]
The renowned jazz guitarist performs for a night.
Stuff Your Face
Saturday, Apr 9: Great New Mexico Food Truck and Craft Beer Festival
By Taylor Grabowsky [ Thu Apr 7 2016 12:00 PM ]
Enjoy a day of fun, gourmet cuisine and local and national craft beers all in one place. Live music and face painting also onsite.
V.25 No.9 | 3/3/2016
Downtown Gets a Facelift
The city’s plans for renovation start this year
By Joshua Lee
Albuquerque’s downtown has major renovations in different stages of development, some of which you'll be seeing signs of this year.
V.25 No.5 | 2/4/2016
Uptown Girl Working in a Downtown World
By Taylor Grabowsky [ Thu Jan 28 2016 11:13 AM ]
I have lived in Albuquerque almost my whole life. To be more specific, I am a product of the Northeast Heights. That's the part of town where I've lived the most, where I went through public school and where I spend the majority of my time. But now I work Downtown. Having worked down here for several months, now I feel like I get what Downtown is all about. It's not as intimidating as it once was. The narrow roads and one way streets now only semi stress me out. I like walking the streets and noticing the varied people who congregate in this area. I've grown to love watching the trucks unload the cases of booze in the morning from the view from my desk and seeing the bands unloading equipment in the alleyway on my walk to my car. Having said all that though, today I did miss my turn and was almost immediately lost. Turns out, I haven't really explored more than my natural route down here. The only thing that saved me is that Albuquerque streets are on a grid system. I think I might have some more exploring to do.
V.24 No.47 | 11/19/2015
Letters From Downtown
Signs of Compassion
By Ty Bannerman [ Fri Nov 20 2015 1:58 PM ]
When you work Downtown, when you're here day after day, you deaden a bit to some of the things you see. A couple huddled in a doorway on a cold November morning, a worn-out blanket barely covering them; cops on bikes pulling a homeless man up off of the sidewalk, a puddle of vomit at his feet; an elderly gentleman in suit and tie, stalking down the street and shouting curses at the demons leaking from his head; none of these things provoke a second glance after a while. There's a lot of suffering here for sure and very little that one person can do. A dollar here, a dollar there, maybe that helps a bit, but the overall feeling is one of powerlessness, and slowly you become hardened to it.
Today, though, I noticed this sign in the window of Lindy's Diner, and that numbness thawed just a little bit. No, Lindy's isn't going to solve the problems of homelessness and hunger. And one single meal on one single day isn't "enough." But it is something, a reminder that hardness isn't the answer, that compassion is. And that even if we can never do enough, we can, and should, still try.
V.24 No.45 | 11/05/2015
Letters From Downtown:
Things I See On My Way To Work
By Cerridwen Stucky [ Wed Nov 11 2015 1:47 PM ]
Things I see on my way to work:
(3) APD Cars, two going to the same destination, and quickly.
(1) Santa Fe Police Car, attracting disdainful looks.
(1) Back bumper of a Ford Mazda. Bumper sticker reads ‘If you can see this you’re too close’.
(1) Shattered brake light, presumably from the same car.
(1) Shattered headlight, presumably from the tailgating asshole.
(2) People dressed nicely, a man and a woman separately. Life has treated them well, they tell themselves as they scream into their cell phones.
(5) People dressed casually, half wait for the bus, the others walk. The ones with company don’t seem to mind as much the time of day and the bitter cold.
(3) People dressed in many layers of tattered clothing. One sleeps in a slouched position, one waits for the bus, and one walks seemingly aimlessly.
(3) Very large murals painted on the walls of city buildings. People from different cities would wonder how vandalists are able to create such intricate pieces without anyone stopping them.
(2) City buses, struggling to turn the tight corners of small downtown streets.
(4) Pieces of actual graffiti. Two are small tags with gang names and the others are aborted works of art not commissioned by the government.
(1) Puddle of indeterminable nature. It hasn’t rained in a week, and the puddle smells like a pit to hell.
V.24 No.42 | 10/15/2015
Letters from Downtown: Runner's Edition[ Tue Oct 20 2015 1:50 PM ]
I'm a runner. It's hard to pinpoint the moment in my adulthood when I decided to lace up the tennis shoes that my mother bought for me one Christmas (specially designed for the woefully flat footed) and take a jog around my North Campus neighborhood. It's even harder to determine why I continued. In my adolescence I was never particularly athletic and my gym class's Presidential Physical Fitness exam timed mile run was an event greeted with unparalleled dread. Yet, despite its mysterious origins, my enthusiasm and commitment to running has been one of the few consistencies of my adult life.
For almost as many years as I have lived in Albuquerque, I have lived north of UNM's campus. I had runs of every possible length and difficulty plotted out and committed to memory—a trek around the golf course followed by a tour of Nob Hill, Indian School to San Mateo and back around. Some runs were undertaken with such frequency that I had memorized every dip in cement, every uneven step.
Recently I moved my life and all of my belongings to a house Downtown. Creating circuits for runs has given me the opportunity to explore my new surroundings and interact with my new neighbors, for better or for worse. Whether they're passing by on a creaky bicycle or in an SUV, everybody, I mean, everybody downtown has something to say to a runner. Or, let me contextualize this further, every man has something to say to a female runner. Sometimes they are shouts of encouragement, sometimes they are vaguely threatening queries into my relationship status. Regardless, the cross section of pedestrians, car traffic and my running routes have increased. This has given my runs an entirely new texture. Formerly an hour-long foray into my own thoughts, my runs now seem to put me on the defensive. I startle when cars drive by and honk, I tense reflexively when I cut across a street without a streetlight. I'm not sure if I'm finally taking to heart my mother's advice about being on guard and carrying pepper spray, or if I'm just not used to living in what could be loosely described as an urban environment.
This past weekend I participated in the 32nd annual Duke City Marathon on a relay team. It was nice to see the usual dynamic subverted. Instead of traffic, runners—more than 5,000 of them—dominated the Downtown streets. Traffic was rerouted as masses of bodies in spandex trotted from Third Street and Tijeras to Paseo del Norte and back again. The most chatter I heard was the offering of water by volunteers at the intermittent “motivation stations” and the simple call, “on your left!” as cyclists sharing the Bosque Trail cruised past. Yet, as my teammate rounded the corner on to Third Street, an onlooker from the still-cold shadows of downtown's tall buildings, shouted, “woo, girl! Look at those long legs!” From where I rested on the curb, I had to shake my head. Encouragement or catcall? It felt like an affront that as my teammate accomplished something important, and yes, physical, that all that this idyl man in the shadows had to remark on was the aesthetics of her legs, not how strong and powerful they are, but how attractive. I can't speak for every woman sprinting passed you, but to the bystanders at organized marathons or my marathon runs around the neighborhood: no matter what you have to say, your silence is more appreciated than your compliments.
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