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V.24 No.30 | 7/23/2015

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The Daily Word in kale, cannabis, cursing and killer karaoke

The Daily Word

A Canadian robot is about to embark on a hitchhiking journey across the U.S.

Marijuana is proving to be quite the wonder drug. What can't cannabis do?

The city plans to give the Sunport a seemingly unnecessary $16M Facelift. A petition against the removal of the '70s brown seating cushions will be in circulation shortly.

Kale may be doing you more harm than good.

Here are the most popular curse words by state.

Foxy Knoxy, aka Amanda Knox belted out a mean tune at a karaoke joint in Manhattan this week.

Helping to diminish our faith in humanity, this man witnessed a car crash, then quickly approached it so he could film the victims and make fun of them.

60-year-old Glenn Danzig put a fan in a headlock yesterday.

Peculiar side effects are caused by some medications.

A communal Facebook experiment went pretty much as expected.

Happy Birthday David Hasselhoff!

V.24 No.25 | 06/18/2015
A View From the "Inca Hotel"
A. March

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A telegram from the Southern lands

This time round the sun, June’s solstice falls upon the same day as the American holiday called Father’s Day, on the 21st day of the month.

The same coincidentally calendrical conjunction came to pass 23 years ago; the day called twenty June nineteen hundred and ninety two was the last day of spring in Albuquerque. Practically everyone dwelling amidst the middle latitudes of the North American continent celebrated fatherhood the day after. I’m sure they did that here too or so I was told.

I was in Cuenca, Ecuador where the earth was preparing for winter, though you sure as hell couldn’t tell at the latitude of 2 degrees south. It was hot and humid all over that damn country and I had to carry around a cotton kerchief to keep the sweat off my eyes. I kept the towel in a pocket with my father’s Swiss Army knife. It was the fancy kind with a fork y todo. He told me at the Sunport it would come in handy in the jungle and I couldn’t wait to use the goddamn thing on a tasty lizard or a stubborn piece of bamboo.

I planned to stay a couple of rotations and then drive down from the highlands to the northeast, where the Amazon Jungle crept up into the land. There was a town called Macas out there; I had already chartered a plane to ride me out along the Rio Pastaza to an indigenous settlement in the rainforest. I’d be working for some anthropologists as a sound recordist.

I wandered around Cuenca. There was a fine pizzeria. For a 10 more Sucre, patrons could have their pies topped with small purple potatoes or guinea pig meat. Being a bit nervous about consuming either, I opted for the four-cheese pie.

The long distance service was spotty back then. The cook told me I could send a telegram from the police station. I walked over there, regailed the machine-gun carrying officials with my shitty Spanish and sent a telegram to my old man. I told him I was having a grand time and wished him a happy Father’s Day.

The city also had a magnificent plaza built around a mountainous cathedral. The church had gold accouterments, baroque domes. The Andes rose up behind the basilica like a greater order of magical edifices imposed upon the viewer for the sake of comparison.

Come Saturday night there was big party in the center of town. Many citizens walked down to the plaza holding hands, singing songs about the sun and the land. One of them stopped me, asked me where I was from, guessed that I was Israeli or Persian. I tried to tell him I was an American from Albuquerque, but he ran off, laughing and pointing at the sky.

My hotel, the Inca, was nearby to the church – which by now was surrounded by people filling and releasing paper lantern/balloons into the air. The paper bags, each lit by a candle, drifted around the cathedral like angels might and then floated away, towards the mountains.

I picked up an old copy of Time Magazine in the lobby and took the stairs to my room. As I settled in to read a fine article about 1977’s Man of the Year someone pounded on the door. I opened it. The man on the other side had a gun. He flashed an identification card, told me to come with him and waved the gun around like it was just another celebratory instrument of the solstice.

Downstairs, there was a car waiting. I turned around to protest and realized the gun had been gently pressed to the back of my head for what I reckoned were at least two very long minutes. I was urged to take a seat in the back of the car.

By now, night had fallen. It was dark as hell. We drove around and around the outskirts of Cuenca while the driver and the gunman argued. Occasionally the latter, wearing a dirty Adidas baseball cap, turned around to face me, brandished the gun, winked and smiled a toothy smile. Finally we were on the road out of town. I began to think of my father as two paper balloons passed by the windows of that automobile.

Remembering I had his knife in my front pocket it occurred to me that I could stab Mr. Adidas in the neck and thereby save myself. But as the vehicle slowed down to cross a bridge, I came up with another idea. I quickly unlocked the backseat door, opened it, yelled “Fuck It Dude, Life’s a Risk!” at the top of my lungs and rolled out onto the highway.

Mr. Adidas and his friend screeched the car to a halt. I hid under the bridge and covered myself in mud. After a few minutes splashing around the creek rather angrily, the two stormed off, still cussing and yelling. I remained absolutely still when I saw the muzzle flash from the receding coche.

Soaking wet and tired as crap, I walked along the highway until I came upon a farmhouse. There was a phone there. The farmer offered me a drink and a cigarette while we waited for the police.

It was dawn on the first day of summer when we arrived at the police station. One of the policemen took me aside and said, “You’re that hombre from Albuquerque, no? I replied I was and wondered how he knew that, since my passport didn’t mention it. He told me my father had replied to my telegram, that I could pick up his telegraphic response on my way out.

The telegram from my father was succinct. It was too hot in Burque. He was going to have Father’s Day Brunch with my sister at the Rancher’s Club. He hoped the knife he had given me came to good use, out there in South America.

V.24 No.19 | 5/7/2015

Summer Guide 2015

Swimming Holes, Cement Ponds and Summer Reading

Get your RDI of sunshine and prose

Summer reading so good you’ll unburden yourself from gravity and float through the heat waves.
V.24 No.17 | 04/23/2015
Flag of Nepal

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Nepal Earthquakes Evoke Memories and Call for Action

August March remembers Nepal and considers recent earthquakes' impact on the region.
V.23 No.48 | 11/27/2014

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The Daily Word in Cosby, Crosby, Cyrus and Pooh

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Marion Barry died.

An ex-NBC employee claims he stood guard at Cosby’s dressing room door.

Kohler unveils an odor-eliminating toilet seat.

A giant isopod stopped eating and died.

Kirk Cameron witnesses to homosexuals.

Venice is going to ban wheeled suitcases. They’re noisy.

Kean University bought a $219k conference table from China.

There are rules for dating Miley Cyrus.

Lee Harvey Oswald died on this day in 1963.

Winnie the Hermaphrodite.

There was a fatal crash at 4th and Montano this morning.

Happy birthday, Denise Crosby.

V.23 No.43 | 10/23/2014
Robert Maestas

Feature

Driving Upstream on the Saw Mill River Parkway

Robert Masterson shares a tale of poisonous snail shells, Three Mile Island and Jesus-shaped holes in our hearts.
V.23 No.25 | 6/19/2014

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The Daily Word in vodka, vaginas and X-rays.

The Daily Word

Soccer fever may lead to other illnesses.

A German vagina sculpture trapped an ugly American.

The new X-ray gun can see what you’re hiding.

Introducing the $250 hangover cure.

Vodka erases bad smells as well as bad memories.

Jurassic Dog Park.

Stress causes heart attacks by over-producing white blood cells.

Times Square weirdos face a costume crackdown.

Are the French rude? Mais non!

There was a fatal hit-and-run at Carlisle and Indian School.

I’m guilty, I killed her.

There was a fatal crash on 2nd Street.

What’s happening in Albuquerque today?

Mushy sparks flew when I saw you.

Happy birthday, Bryan Brown.

V.23 No.20 | 5/15/2014

Book Review

Urban Jungle

The London Jungle Book

“An artist goes where there is work.” Gond artist Bhajju Shyam went to London and saw it like it’s never been seen before.
V.23 No.19 | 5/8/2014
CC BY Jared Tarbell

Summer Guide 2014

New Mexico Sites You Haven’t Been To Yet

Ty Bannerman reports on how to skip the tourist traps and still see the best parts of New Mexico.
CC BY Madeleine Holland

Summer Guide 2014

Southwest Summer Fests

An Alibi guide to enchanted N.M. travel

Summer is a time to celebrate, and August March is here to tell you how to do it properly.
V.23 No.15 | 4/10/2014
El Rito lamb chops
photos by Eric Williams ericwphoto.com

Have Fork, Will Travel

A Sacred Experience

The Artesian Restaurant at Ojo Caliente

Ari LeVaux takes a dunk in a healing spring and then explores the fine food at The Artesian Restaurant.
V.22 No.43 | 10/24/2013
The road to Taos beckons.
Nora Hickey

Have Fork, Will Travel

Daytrip to Taos

Four restaurants worth leaving the plaza for

What to eat when you’re in Taos, but sick of the plaza.
V.22 No.38 | 9/19/2013
McEvoy Ranch Olive Oil
images by Mina Yamashita

Have Fork, Will Travel

Escape to the Coast

San Francisco’s food fantasy

Mina Yamashita samples the wares in the Bay Area.
V.22 No.19 | 5/9/2013
Shiprock
Photo Credit: bowiesnodgrassvia Compfight cc

Summer Guide 2013

The Northwest Trumps the Rest

Get your north-by-northwest on this summer

Managing Editor Samantha Anne Carrillo talks up Northwest New Mexico.
Earthship Biotecture near Taos
Emily Aragon

Summer Guide 2013

Feast on the Northeast

Land of Enchantment corners the market on fun

Calendars Editor Emily Aragon shares romantic memories of Northeast New Mexico.

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