Ahhh, the dog days of summer: the scorching heat, the mosquitos, the constant sweat. The only plus sides of the season are the special cocktails, open air patios and perfectly cool nights. Burque plays host to an abundance of locales for sitting and sipping. So, if you’re not already in the know, here are a handful of notable libations to drink en plein air.
John Bear reviewed Peter Heller's postapocalyptic novel The Dog Stars in this week's issue. It got me thinking about what life would be like if everything went to shit. Actually, it got me thinking about all the things I would enjoy doing if there were some sort of cataclysmic event that wiped out most of the population—be it the coming zombie apocalypse, the also-plausible vampire apocalypse, or any of the doomsday scenarios that religious zealots spew forth every year.
To answer this question, I decided to consult a few of my favorite films and novels that deal in such grim matter.
And the realization that I came to is this: I'd get drunk.
That's right, if the world ended, everyone I knew and cared about was wiped out, and I had to spend my days raiding zombie-infested grocery stores with eerily flickering fluorescent lights, armed with a sawed-off—all in the name of scrounging up some Chef Boyardee and Twinkies—I'd probably come home in the evening to a nice fifth of $500 bourbon.
If you need proof that this is probably what you would do too, let us turn to a couple primary sources.
First off, there's Richard Matheson's brilliant 1954 novel, I Am Legend. You are most likely familiar with this work via the Charlton Heston flick or that Will Smith one that included some of the worst CGI of the 21st century.
If you haven't read Matheson's book, I advise you to do so. The protagonist, Robert Neville, basically goes around killing the shit out of vampires and then ... you guessed it, getting hammered. It's one of the most entertaining books I've ever read.
Moving on, there's that great scene in George Romero's Dawn of the Dead where some folks hole-up in a shopping mall to get away from the zombie hordes. And what do they do? Raid the mall's liquor store and get schnockered on high-end booze.
Exhibit C: When the world is ravaged by crazies infected with some sort of ape rabies in 28 Days Later, Brendan Gleeson's character grabs as much fine Scotch as his shopping cart can handle whilst on a scavenging run. He then proceeds to drink it.
Getting back to Peter Heller's book, all I know about its protagonist's tastes for liquids is that he drinks Coke. I already don't trust him.
Our “7 Wonders”-themed Summer Guide feature would be remiss without a tour of New Mexico’s most infamous watering holes. While you’re out exploring this enchanting state of ours, remember to spend a few hours planted on a well-worn barstool. You’re bound to learn a story or two and pick up a little local color—not to mention the potential friends (or enemies) you’ll acquire along the way. Bottoms up!
There have been some troubles at a local high school. And that's putting it lightly.
La Cueva, the school most consistently associated with sports and winning, was put through the ringer last week. First, the football team, which won the state championship last year, got knocked out of the playoffs by Mayfield. The Las Cruces team then went on to beat Manzano for the top prize.
After going undefeated in 2009, the La Cueva Bears were expected to repeat, especially since they were led by Texas Tech-bound Ronnie Daniels. Daniels racked up the awards as the season went by, but the Bears fell short.
The bus ride back home to Albuquerque after that game was certain to be a terrible time, but events spun out from there that will have far-reaching effects. Head coach Fred Romero and assistant coach Mike Tixier were removed from La Cueva, will be reassigned to another school and are banned from ever coaching again. The pair is, of course, appealing the decision.
The Albuquerque Journal is often criticized for its fawning coverage of the east heights schools (especially La Cueva's football and basketball programs), but the paper’s been on top fo this story. Yesterday, an article detailed some of the other offenses the school's racked up, including baseball and volleyball infractions.
All this explains the unusual step APS Superintendent Winston Brooks took in expelling Romero and Tixier from their positions, but it doesn't do much to clean up the situation at La Cueva. Students have claimed, believably in my opinion, that this sort of behavior occurs at all schools. There can be little doubt about that.
However, with the spotlight once again on La Cueva and its athletic program, Brooks had to feel some kind of impetus for greater-than-normal action. Time will tell the toll his decisions will have on the school, the athletics programs, the student body and, most importantly, the lives of men who have given much of their time and lives to those same schools, athletics programs and students.
Rescue crews can't find a man pulled into a turbulent arroyo.
A meteor above Burque.
Some health care reform starts today.
Santa Fe's got bedbugs. And so does Albuquerque.
Sure. Blame it on a mockumentary, Joaquin Phoenix.
Blockbuster is dying. Netflix wins.
Ay. "The party of stop."
Obama asks Arab nations for peace.
Fancy people put booze in their fruit, too. (Not so much Everclear, though.)
A new dinosaur. Maybe even better than stegosaurus.
The richest people got 8 percent richer this year. What recession? Oh wait ...