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V.25 No.31 | 08/04/2016

Short Fiction

Jones Goes to College, Part One

By August March [ Wed Aug 3 2016 10:49 PM ]

Jones dug the hell out of that first semester at Coronado Hall. It was awesome, even if there always was some dude from Peñasco or Ojo Caliente passed out, drowning in his voluminous post-beer-bong vomit in the third floor head. The world was over for that rascal except for toilets and tile floors thought Jones as he hit the shower.

The Grateful Dead tapestry he put up on the window to shut out the light was, like, a total hit with his roommate and the fellows next door. And damn it all if the food wasn't a gazillion times better than at Allsup's.

With “Yow!” and “Yeah!” serving as enthusiastic interjections, the semester jetted out quick across the blue dome of the world. That spring, Charlie Jones made a grip of ceramic objects, read and decoded two situationist texts and learned how to tinkle out a couple of dances by Bartok.

Jones decided, as sure as eggs was eggs, he could never move home again. Living with the old man wasn't of any use, anyhow. That dude never seemed to get over his Afghan hound Duchess dying early. Twenty years had come and gone and it was still like living on the moon when Dad was around, all silent and dusty.

Reckoning the student ghetto was the way to go, Charlie began exhaustive research focused on finding a shack he could call his own. He did not have to extend himself too much into that realm mostly because he happened to run into his pal Donna in front of the student union.

It was just about May in those parts and Donna was gamboling about on the lawn with a lady friend who was dressed all in white. She was sporting a long skirt and sorta looked like Stevie Nicks, except for her hair. Her mop was as black as crow feathers and was blowing around in the springtime wind like it was trying to fly away into the clouds or something.

After a couple of obligatory hippie-hugs, Donna introduced Zelda and let it out the two of them had found an underground haven. It was a remodeled, carpeted, and suitably dark basement apartment they had found south of campus. The deal was they needed a third person to make the rent.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Jones said as a storm came up and it started to rain like it used to do in Albuquerque before the environmental disaster of 2037.

The next morning, Jones got up early and hauled his sorry ass over to the student ghetto. It was early, with the light just coming over the new jungle of tired elms that framed the place. As Charlie approached the underground pad, a dude dressed like a steam-shovel operator came racing up the stairs with Zelda on his heels in a fashion that vaguely reminded Jones of the German retreat from Stalingrad.

Charlie stood there while the two of them began to argue and cajole, gesticulate and weave. After about five minutes of that, the guy in the industrial costume lumbered over to his El Camino and rolled away while April Wine blasted through the truck’s speakers. Zelda gritted her teeth and extended her right hand, all friendly, acting like nothing at all weird had just happened around there—or anywhere else earth—for that matter.

But Jones sensed she was unsettled about the whole thing. With Zelda standing out there in her bare feet, toeing at the dirt nervously and clad in an oversized wife-beater and sweatpants, he gravely intoned—drawing back a ways as they shook hands—“Tell you what, I'll start bringing my stuff over tomorrow.”

It poured water from the sky for the next two days and the lightning flashed and flashed. When the storm let up, when Charlie Jones finally got moved in, he still thought it was a sweet deal. There was a tiny kitchen at the top of the stairs and the rest of the place really was underground; all the walls were cool to the touch and hardly any light got in at all.

Donna was never home. Sometimes Jones played new wave music recordings in the big room in very back of the joint. Otherwise kept to himself and got up early every morning so as to dutifully haul his sorry ass to school.

He couldn’t tell whether Zelda worked or not. Every time he went by her room, the door was open with Fleetwood Mac songs floating through the air, incense wafting here and there and Zelda reclining languidly on her bed while leafing through books about food and flowers.

She'd usually glance at him wanly as he passed. He'd smile vaguely or give her the Vulcan hand salute. One or the other of them would tilt their head curiously before looking away.

After two months of that, a spot opened up at Harvard House, which was a broke down palace occupied by a collective of artists. Their pad was right down the street from a haunted house; a decent pizza joint was just a block away. That was an easy choice thought Jones as he handed over three Franklins to his new landlord.

Charlie split from the underground chanti just before the sun came up so he didn't have to make eye contact with Zelda. He didn't see her again until a big house party came around just after Thanksgiving. By then it was easy enough for both to pretend they were strangers.

That was the only pretense they chose to preserve as the two began making out on the couch. As their hands entwined, Zelda tried to remember the previous summer while Charlie attempted to recall what sorta tuneage the lady favored. Everyone else was out on the porch drinking tequila, eating pumpkin pie and watching a winter tempest come down from the mountains.

V.24 No.49 | 12/3/2015
Tim’s Place
Courtesy of Tim’s Place via Facebook

Food News

Bite-Sized Buffet

Tim’s new place, Thanksgiving miracles and other news from around the city

By Megan Reneau
The Portlandians are coming! The Portlandians are coming! And other news from the city’s food scene.
V.24 No.47 | 11/19/2015
compfight.com

Event Horizon

Tryptophan and THC

Friday, Nov 27: Danksgiving 2015 • Mondo Vibrations • Dre Z • Pocket Full Of Dub

By Maggie Grimason [ Wed Nov 25 2015 7:00 PM ]
Work up some post-Thanksgiving munchies or dance off your food guilt this week at Danksgiving 2015.
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A very boozy holiday special

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The Not Quite Weekly Podcast #9

A very boozy holiday special

By Ty Bannerman [ Wed Nov 25 2015 1:47 PM ]

In this episode, we talk about comedy events, boozy holiday memories and our Thanksgiving plans.

The Daily Word in high-schoolers being stupid, foreign opinions on American customs, and Captain America

By Cerridwen Stucky [ Wed Nov 25 2015 1:12 PM ]
The Daily Word

To nobody's surprise, high-schoolers are insistent on sharing nudes.

What British people think the US states are.

New prosthetics can sense texture.

People from not-America are very confused about Thanksgiving.

The annual Turkey Pardoning is not something the President looks forward to.

The Captain America Trailer was released last night. It has been picked apart and analyzed since then.

morguefile.com

Event Horizon

For the Men

Thursday, Nov 26: Mansgiving

By Taylor Grabowsky [ Wed Nov 25 2015 10:35 AM ]
Eat turkey legs, ham, baby back ribs and more while watching football on 11 massive TVs.
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V.24 No.48 | 11/26/2015

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The Daily Word in pictures of cats, NM food banks and designer genes

By Taylor Grabowsky [ Mon Nov 23 2015 12:06 PM ]
The Daily Word

Brussels lockdown results in Belgians tweeting out pictures of cats for a good cause.

San Diego Zoo put down their northern white rhino, now only three remain in the world.

New Mexico's milkshake (weak child porn law) brings all the sex offenders to our yard.

New Mexico scientists working on a spaceship that could reach Mars in days.

Donate, donate, donate! NM food banks need your help this Thanksgiving!

Santa Fe girl helps the homeless by raising money to buy materials to make scarves and hats.

Forget designer handbags, designer babies may become the latest accessory.

How to quell those pesky family arguments this Thanksgiving.

V.24 No.47 | 11/19/2015

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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.23 No.48 | 11/27/2014
Tapioca coconut pumpkin pudding

Flash in the Pan

Indians, Pilgrims and Pudding

But not in that order

By Ari LeVaux
With these two pudding recipes, you can skip the crust and focus on the best part of the pie: the filling.

The Mouthful

Thankfulness Edition

By Ty Bannerman
Your editor gives his thanks.

Idiot Box

Watch, Eat, Repeat

Thanksgiving Around the Dial

By Devin D. O’Leary
What is there to watch on TV this Thanksgiving? Let’s take a trip around the dial.
V.23 No.47 |

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The Daily Word In Pissing Kate Middleton Off, Dogs Dressed Up As Turkeys And A 6-Year-Old Girl's Skateboarding Posse

By Amelia Olson [ Wed Nov 26 2014 12:14 PM ]
The Daily Word

It’s Wednesday November 26th and this rude ass storm is ruining Thanksgiving!

Meanwhile in Southern California, three six-year-old girls are cooler than we will ever be, and skateboard all the damn time.

In Pakistan, 20-year-old Aansoo Kohli teaches 150 children in a shed, isn’t paid for the job, and is finishing her Bachelors Degree,

And if you’re American and you're reading this from your tent outside Best Buy while you wait for a 99 cent TV, joke's on you! You’re doing it wrong!

A local “cafeteria angel” is paying off student lunch debts at elementary schools anonymously and depositing money into needy families' bank accounts, because apparently some people care about other people?

And while the rest of us are consuming questionable amounts of alcohol this “holiday” season and arguing with our racist in-laws, these dogs are all that really matter this Thanksgiving.

Americans can't do anything right. We can’t even dress ourselves! Which really pisses Kate Midleton off. C'mon, you guys! Get it together!

Merry happy Thanksgiving, or whatever. Don’t drink and drive.

V.22 No.49 | 12/5/2013

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The Daily Word in exploding whales, Nexus Brewery and aging rockers

By Carl Petersen [ Fri Nov 29 2013 10:55 AM ]
The Daily Word

NASA is starting a moon garden.

The Denver Post has appointed a pot editor.

Think up a really good nuclear launch code.

Remember these G.I. Joe PSA parodies?

Dad colored in his kids’ drawings.

This exploding sperm whale is pretty much what I felt like last night.

Does your house have a creepy door?

A nearby skate park bothers Rob Zombie.

Enjoy this seemingly endless menagerie of aging rock stars.

Here’s the scary version of a Miley Cyrus song.

A local man gave a very unhappy Thanksgiving to two dogs.

There were also some very unhappy Thanksgiving car crashes.

Guy Fieri visited Nexus Brewery.

Happy birthday Kim Delaney.

V.22 No.48 | 11/28/2013
Ty Bannerman

Food for Thought

Killing the Turkey

By Ty Bannerman
Food editor Ty Bannerman participates in his first slaughter.
V.22 No.47 |

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The Daily Word in stealthy seahorses, unpardoned turkeys and human-like baby goats

By Ty Bannerman [ Wed Nov 27 2013 9:13 AM ]
The Daily Word

The weather is getting wintry and some ABQ kids need help staying warm. Here's where you can donate a coat.

A 14-year old kid was banned from Coronado mall for being punched in the head and called a fag. And then his attacker posted a video of the incident to youtube.

The NSA is watching you masturbate.

President Obama is preparing to pardon a turkey, as presidents have done since 1989.

And since the turkey gets pardoned, it's reasonable to ask: What do they eat at a White House Thanksgiving? Why, another turkey, of course. A very bad turkey who doesn't have a cute name like "Popcorn" and therefore doesn't deserve a pardon, I assume.

You can add this to your repertoire of animal-based similes: "As stealthy as a seahorse."

And finally, my favorite headline of the day: Confusion in Ekiti town as goat delivers human-like baby goat!

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