Twinkle, Twinkle, Albuquerque Stars
Saturday, Dec 3: Twinkle Light Parade
Saturday, Dec 3: Twinkle Light Parade
The Daily Word in Bees, Instagram and Italy
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.
Rhapsody in Burque
If it were up to me, everyone living in Albuquerque would receive an enormous reward—maybe a freezer full of gelato or a trip to Alaska or a million dollars—for enduring the summer heat. Since I’m not in charge of positively reinforcing residents for tolerating hell, I just have to make do with what I have. Which, in this case, is the Yarn Store.
The quaint shop is located in Nob Hill just North of Central, and the murals make it an unmistakable destination. Hands woven out of colorful yarn that are holding knitting needles cover the entire back wall while an equally colorful collection of shapes spreads across the smaller side wall. I didn’t particularly need any craft supplies when I walked by the other day, but the paint jobs and prospect of air conditioning are enough to lure anyone inside.
A gust of air swept over me as I walked through the small front door. To my right were a couple of women working on projects and laughing together at a wooden table. I smiled and ventured further inside, admiring color-coordinated arrangements of all kinds of yarn. Cotton blends, plant blends and local fibers, to name a few. Skeins of yarn sat happily in cubbies, sorted with similar colors. One wall had crochet hooks and knitting needles; another room was dedicated solely to needlepoint work where an adorable collection of buttons sat beneath rows of string in every imaginable hue. My old lady tendencies took over, and I couldn’t help but get really excited about sitting down with a ball of yarn and starting to plan which colors would make good hats, and who in my friend circle might like another knitted Christmas gift this year ...
Walking through the store is like being transported to a different time, or at least a different season. It’s a dip into autumn whenever your heart desires, and for me, that’s pretty much always. I was drawn to the rusty orange and olive green tones and suddenly felt like it was a crisp fall day instead of what it actually was: the middle of June.
Throughout the store are pockets of project areas, where cushions and chairs welcome anyone to grab a seat and get to work. And it’s no problem if you’re not sure where to start; a bookshelf overflowing with how-to guides and Knitting for Dummies is strategically placed next to a few work spaces, inviting you to flip through and find whatever inspiration you’re looking for.
As I moseyed through the back of the store, touching soft wool overflowing from wicker baskets and admiring difficult-looking patterns, something moved on top of the shelf in the corner of my eye. Startled, I turned around to find a cat lounging behind a knitting magazine. The sleepy Yarn Store resident blinked a couple times, yawned and let me scratch his belly before resuming his catnap. Another reason to visit this place, clearly. If you haven’t been and even vaguely like crafting, go. Go for inspiration, go for a smile, go to expand your knowledge of alpaca wool, and definitely go to escape into a room full of cozy reminders that sweater weather will come again.
"A Duodene of Bird Notes"
She was busy stuffing her clothes, jewelry, books and records into the big straw bag she carried with her everywhere. She was getting ready to go back to wherever she went every morning as the sun climbed up into the sky and the earth turned around and around.
Scrape, scrape, scrape, went the sound of the razor against Charlie’s face. It was summertime. The Ford dealership was doing fine. No one seemed to give a bird’s beak whether he came in hung over. He could flutter into the showroom with eyes like a raven has; everything would still be okay.
Sandy sang out from the bedroom. She couldn't find her keys and was cussing like a mechanic does when that one important bolt just won't come off. Charlie lit on the bed roughly and goose down went flying everywhere.
He wiped the Barbasol from his face and smoothed out the mess. Charlie said to go outside and have a look-see. Sure enough, the keys were dangling from the door.
Sandy waltzed back in, shot Charlie a dirty look and took off. She was clutching her bag in one hand and a pair of maryjanes in the other. The door banged shut, but she would phone him later.
Charllie looked around the room, gave his dog Dutchess a pat on the head and walked over to the kitchen. He poured a cup of coffee, smoked a Pall Mall and admired the bright light filling up the place.
The phone rang just after midnight. An hour later, Charlie could hear Sandy’s truck chugging up the hill to Ridgecrest. The only other sounds were from nightjars or from the trains coming and going at the station by the Alavardo.
Charlie and Sandy got drunk and listened to the records she brought over. And then they did it together; sweetly swooping through the red wine and white sheets as if the world around them were just a shiny bead at the bottom of a deep pool. In between rounds, she talked about the movies she'd seen at the Sunshine and told about the books she had been reading.
Charlie didn't know much about any of those books or movies, but he sure liked to listen to Sandy talk. She had a voice like a bird; it was made from feathers and bones, eggshells and promises.
Dutchess barked. Charlie realized he was late for work. He rose, and checked the door before he left for the day. “It's locked, I shook it,” he half-whistled as he wandered down to Nob Hill.
On the way to the shop Charlie saw two hawks, a roadrunner and at least ten sparrows. Those were hopeful signs he mused; he hoped like hell he'd sell a car that day. It was the Friday before the Fourth of July. Charlie was damned if there wasn't some patriotic eagle out there he couldn't talk into a Ford.
Council Considers Casitas, Comments and Ethnic Cleansing
All in a day’s work for busy officials
Get Your Shop On
Thursday, Dec 3: Nob Hill Holiday Shop & Stroll
Thursday, Dec 3: Nob Hill Holiday Shop & Stroll
Route 66 Summerfest is where it's at!
This year's version of the Route 66 Summerfest could damn well be the greatest and ginchiest outdoor music festival to grace this city and its citizens since the Sandia mountains erupted out of the earth millions of years ago.
It certainly will be a rockin' affair. Sponsored by the City of Albuquerque, Nob Hill Main Street and the New Mexico Jazz Festival, the action gets underway in the early afternoon of Saturday July 18 and continues until late in the evening.
Manifesting in the heart of the Nob Hill district, on Central Avenue between Girard and Washington, Summerfest features the finest in musical performances by outfits ranging from locally legendary to nationally noteworthy.
In addition there will be a car show, a bicycle exhibit, an artisan's market, food trucks as well as a plethora of opportunities to experience summery outdoor entertainment (you know, face-painting, people-watching and stuff like that). Plus which, the Nob Hill district is known as a locus of hep shops, cool restaurants and fascinating landmarks.
With three stages to choose from, the musical aspect of Summerfest is the heart of the event. All sorts of players will be playing, beginning around 2 in the afternoon. Here's a rundown of some of the participants. For a comprehensive schedule of performers, click here.
On the east stage at Central and Washington, check out sets by Steve Chavez and the New Mexico Marimba Band, Todd Tijerina and Felix and Los Gatos, among others.
At the Cork and Tap Stage (aptly named due to the adjacent festival beer garden) the reunited Alma, a storied local latin jazz outfit, will jam out. They'll be followed by Americana adherents The Porter Draw. The Zoltan Okestar will be there too, drawing out the dance in all of us.
Roomful of Blues takes control of the festivities at 9:00 pm. A multi-Grammy nominated ensemble that's been extant since the summer of love, their take on an essential American genre is boundlessly badass and daringly danceable.
Count Basie dug these dudes and you will too. With original tunes like "Dressed Up to Get Messed Up" and a variety of smokin' standards in their repertoire, the octet, led by guitarist Chris Vachon, will top off a day and night of summertime fun. They're practically guaranteed to put the lilt back in your step after eight hours of wandering through the sunshiny stuff our city has to offer.
Speaking of the sun, make sure and take a hat and plenty of sun screen along. Also, Route 66 Summerfest is a free event. Pets are allowed as long as they are leashed. Central Avenue through Nob Hill will be closed for the duration of the festival. There will be a park and ride service available at Johnson Field on the UNM campus. You can download the entire event program here.
City Council packs its bags
This Week at the Guild Cinema
Look what’s playing at the Guild this week. Their ad on page 66 of this week’s issue looks like it got chewed up in the digital lawnmower. Alas, ye. Now begone!
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The Daily Word in Detroit carjackers, New Mexico oil and a jailhouse stripper
A postage stamp honoring Harvey Milk, a gay civil rights leader who was assassinated in 1978, has been unveiled.
Utah Gov. Gary Herbert thinks states not defending same-sex marriage bans is “the next step toward anarchy.” If that's the case, chaos couldn't be sweeter.
Google is creating a tablet with “advanced vision capabilities.” If it doesn't make you invisible, I don't care.
Last night, Albuquerque police shot and killed a man who is suspected of attacking a woman and then stabbing a good samaritan who tried to help her.
According to New Mexico State Police, at least six people died in a car crash involving multiple vehicles on I-10.
The oil industry is drawing more folks to certain parts of New Mexico.
Birdland, a local store in Nob Hill, was broken into yesterday morning, apparently another in a series of Nob Hill businesses that have been “compromised.”
After Miami police arrested a strip club employee, she decided to give them a show right in the jail cell.
The Daily Word in Peter O’Toole, stem cells and China on the moon
Were the Boston Bombers victims of mind control?
Rest in peace, Peter O’Toole.
A kidney was grown from stem cells.
Let’s recap the new animals discovered in 2013.
Watch the trailer for the Christopher Nolan’s new movie.
Norwegians are getting blown around by Ivar.
There’s been a rash of Nob Hill burglaries.
A pedestrian got hit at Coal and Second.
Happy birthday Ludwig van Beethoven.