Our mayor is doing something about chronic poverty and homelessness.
Regular safety inspections at WIPP went undone because the agency in charge of those sorts of issues didn’t know if it had the authority to inspect a Department of Energy site.
The local board of education wants to meet in closed session about superintendent Winston Brooks but they keep postponing the matter.
In the cruel hierarchy of college football, UNM walk-on and Roswell native David Anaya gets a break.
In the southeast part of town, a "smiling man" was accused of automobile theft.
Starting today, scientists will begin drilling “sentinel" wells in the Trumbull Village neighborhood near Kirtland Air Force Base.
Here’s a new LA Times article about the autopsy of some teevee show called "Breaking Bad."
Warning fellow Scots about the dangers of police militarization using Albuquerque as an example, a resident of Dundee writes, “Get the guns back in the boot of the armed response team cars where they belong.”
A 26-inch catfish was caught at Tingley Beach using shrimp as bait.
Now we can graph word frequency in rap songs over time, which oddly seems somewhat useful from a culteral analysis standpoint.
Here’s a guy who likes photograph himself next to people kissing in public.
Killer robots hunt jellyfish at sea.
What’s the most shared media in [insert your area]?
Hipsters hate the internet. Because it’s stupid now.
It’s fun to look at old-timey lettering.
Learn the secret origins of pirate talk.
Travel around the world of fried chicken recipes.
You can make your dog look like a mailbox, if you’re so inclined.
Some Albuquerque kids were playing with a rabid bat. Lamentably.
Take a poop pill. Will it help? Couldn’t hurt…
Watch the best Vines of September.
Our latest meme: Twipping.
In follow-up communication with Cleary, she noted her plan was never to completely halt publication or bankrupt the Daily Lobo. “We were however not going to have our 'regularly scheduled programming' in print,” said Cleary. “We were going to keep up the momentum by either reprinting parts of Chronicle's sex issue in our paper, running a huge editorial from the Chronicle editor on our front page, etc. Basically, it was giant X's the first day, and then in subsequent days, we would have kept looking for the next shocking thing to demonstrate we weren't letting it go, sort of taking it day to day.”
Winners of the Albuquerque Walter White lookalike contest.
DA to resume probing officer-involved shootings. (The investigative grand jury process was suspended months ago after criticism that no jury had ever found a shooting unjustified.)
Santa Fe man gets his bass back 10 years later.
The terribly-named band fun. has gotten the most Grammy nominations.
Gamelan ensemble covers Gang of Four’s “Not Great Men.”
R.I.P., Dave Brubeck.
Shit London photography contest. Awesome.
Some wealthy people are investing in newspapers.
5 things smart people do. 1) make numbered lists of things ....
Also, Benedict Cumberbatch is in the next Star Trek movie as the villain.
China’s first jack-off competition is what it sounds like.
CNN and Fox News biff it.
Lady doesn't return "Twilight" book, spends night in jail.
20 people have died on motorcycles in New Mexico this year and still no helmet law.
Wildfire in Colorado burns hundreds of houses.
Syria's high court bombed.
One-third of Americans believe in UFOs.
Dinosaurs were maybe not cold-blooded.
Julian Assange is going to turn himself in.
B.J. Novak, temp Ryan on "The Office," is leaving the show.
The agent behind the Fast and Furious gun sting speaks about why it was a good idea.
25 things you didn't know about Full Metal Jacket.
"Mad Men" are assholes in tie clips.
In this week’s opinion slot, Andrew Beale recounts his trip to the City of Wind to film and participate in the protests against NATO. He argues that biased mainstream media accounts are part of why more people get their news from Internet sources and from shaky cell phone videos posted to YouTube. Online, Beale’s piece “Don’t Believe the Hype” includes video footage he shot at the demonstration.
African American father and son say they were racially profiled, and APD took $17,000 in cash off their hands for no good reason.
Neil Armstrong almost never does interviews, but he spoke with Australian accountants about his trip to the moon.
Ad-Rock talks about MCA's death.
Who puts in the most hours at work, country-wise? How do you stack up?
KRQE scrutinizes New Mexico's pork barrel projects.
George Zimmerman was pretty tight with Sanford police.
Top two Mexican cartels stage public massacres to taunt authorities and frighten civilians.
Office break rooms are disgusting pits of germs, says guy who cares.
There may be no daily newspaper in New Orleans after The Times-Picayune announces cutback plans.
The company that owns Chicago's daily bought its weekly. (That's like the Journal purchasing the Alibi.)
Tennessee walking horse trainer pleads guilty to cruelty.
Egypt is voting for president for the first time.
Can the human race tell aliens from gods?
MIT alleviates an age-old human frustration: getting ketchup out of the bottle.
Workplace violence at Albuquerque Parks and Rec.
UNM's chess club is stone cold killin' it.
Marijuana smoking not linked to lung problems.
Taliban says video of marines pissing on dead Taliban members won't affect peace talks.
The biggest polluters in the state.
Human zoo allows tourists to throw food at Jarawa people.
Class conflict is the conflict, say Americans.
Liz Lemon's flashbacks. All of them.
Pittsburgh mayor cops a Tebow.
The maker of Twinkies is filing for bankruptcy. To honor the mighty Twinkie, explore its many alternate uses.
Whiney Beethoven letter discovered.
Oakland Tribune sends a cease-and-desist order to Occupy Oakland Tribune.
Ohio landlord says her pool is whites only because African-American hair products cloud the water.
Sinead O'Connor is not in a good way.
Americans are eating less meat.
They Might Be Giants: "When Will You Die?"
UNM hires ex-Notre Dame coach Bob Davie to be Lobo football's new boss.
APD fires belly-bumping officers who kicked a suspect in the head on video.
The toast sandwich is two pieces of bread around a slice of toast. It's the 150-year-old brainchild of Victorian food writer Mrs. Beeton.
Art? Or stalking 14-year-old girls?
Avoid penile cancer by abstaining from bestiality.
Sexuality as a force for good.
Mom of Sandusky's adopted son has concerns.
Clothing company folds under Vatican pressure and removes an ad showing the pope kissing an imam.
Google's getting into the music store biz. But there's no Prince. And no Zeppelin.
Katy Perry's Milli Vanilli flute fail.
Norwegians raise a viking ship using viking tools.
Is ScarJo a beard?
Some places in the world remain untouched by Facebook.
During Sunday’s somber coverage of the 9/11 memorial service at ground zero, Anderson Cooper noted that the “images still shock, the heartbreak still hurts.” This could not be a more blatant understatement in the service of dramatic effect. Of course they still hurt, and of course they still shock, Anderson. It's not as if we've forgotten. And, in fact, the suggestion that we may have only serves as a sort of insult to our national and personal integrity.
As an American who was an eye-witness to the attack, to the 22.2 million inhabitants of the NYC metro area, and to the rest of the nation who watched with horror and fear on the internet and television as the unspeakable and far-off threat became a blatant nightmare reality, this phrase cannot help but take on a hollow ring. It has only been 10 years since the singular terrorist attack of that magnitude on American soil in our country's long history. Honestly, who does the media think is forgetting?
This blogger for one will never forget how it felt to be awoken by call from a friend in Brooklyn who saw both planes hit, dashing dazed from her apartment on the Jersey side of Lincoln Harbor to see both towers spitting flames. She'll never forget rushing down to the ferry dock and standing numb with a small gaggle of onlookers in collective disbelief; or when she heard on the portable radio one of them carried as a beacon of information that we all clung to in that time and space, so suspended and surreal, that The Pentagon had been targeted as well. And, you can be damn sure, Anderson Cooper, that nothing will ever erase the image in my brain of that first tower as it fell in impossible and interminable slow motion, as the window glass fluttered, lazily glittering in agonizing descent long after the building rubble collapsed into the cloud of dust that consumed it from below as from the depths of hell; not to mention the weeks focused on an attempted return to normalcy replete with the ever-present foreboding fear that the events of that morning were the harbinger of a full-scale assault that would rear its head in myriad other unsuspected forms. It turned the world upside-down, made terror real, literally haunted my dreams, and all but gave birth to the notion that we as Americans are not immune to acts of war on our own soil.
In this media-blitz-perpetual-information/communication-age, while it is by no means an implausible assertion that our global collective attention span, and by extension, memory is at an all time low, I can't help wondering if I'm alone in feeling that this “Never forget.” campaign was insultingly overblown, cartoonish, mishandled and TOO SOON. And, as if the news and social media outlets' saturation campaigns weren't sufficient in creating this feeling, being visually assaulted by blatant marketing tie-ins while watching football yesterday drove the nails in deep. Every ad spot from Budweiser to Ford reminding me not to forget about 9/11 as I watched Tony Romo and Mark Sanchez try to outdumb each other, I couldn't escape the feeling that I was creating a new memory in my 9/11 experience: I'll never forget that the 10th anniversary of the most stirring and frightening event in recent US history provided a universally-capitalized-upon marketing opportunity for beer and trucks.
On that note, I'd like to extend my heartfelt thanks to DirectTV for making fast forwarding through advertisements possible. God bless this military/industrial/entertainment complex.