New Mexican't? New Mexican.
Meow Wolf is so blasé—what we need is a temple worshipping art.
Like I needed another reason to love The Weeknd.
Georgia O'Keeffe didn't just paint “flowers.”
A virtual reality film shows what it's like to be an abortion patient.
What if your food breathed and moved while you ate it? And it wasn't an animal?
What really separates Kristen Stewart and Woody Allen in Hollywood? (Hint: If you're going to read this article, it's probably because of Woody Allen)
Who could have guessed that vigilante justice could go wrong?
Metal mantra: Fuck the system, not the people oppressed by the system.
Kim Jong Un looks really great, nowadays, huh?
Yeah, let's make truck drivers who drive over 70 hours a week drive more. What a good idea.
Yes, killing an 88 year old man who is having a mental breakdown cause by his wife's death with over 60 pepperballs and an attack dog is super professional. Wow, APD, you're so good at your job.
The Catholic Church in Mexico opposes legalization of same-sex marriage but the gang violence can slide.
“God, Riley, Jessica is such a player!” —Every seven-year-old
A X E M A N:
noun (pl) -men
a man who wields an axe, esp to cut down trees
a person who makes cuts in expenditure or services, esp on behalf of another: the chancellor's axeman
(US, slang) a man who plays a musical instrument, esp a guitar
I've trying really hard to insert "axeman" into conversations. Specifically, when referring to myself. But, alas, I am slowly, surely learning to play bass. And, per the stupid dictionary, axeman "esp" refers to guitarists, "esp" male guitarists.
Incidentally, I looked up the logically corresponding word "axewoman." To which I got the polite response: "Did you mean 'axman'?" No, I did not. And then, it provided more suggestions: Did I mean "jazzwoman"? Eh, I'm really not good enough to be called that. And definitely not my genre. "Markswoman"? Definitely not. "Examen"? Oh god, no.
A halfhearted Google search, resulting from the fact that this post has no clear direction, for the word "bass" turns up lots of ads for fishing poles and dead animals with wide mouths and blank eyes staring at me from my screen.
As of late, I've been plucking along with friends who are a bazillion times more talented me and for the first time I'm in a band. Even though I've been dreaming of it since I dressed like Kurt Cobain in high school.
I don't need to be validated with a badass title like "axewoman" but I do need to be validated with cheers and applause, so come to Punk Rock Open Mic at Winning's THIS Friday, May 20 at 7pm.