V.26 No.2 | 01/12/2017
Science + Art = Molecool
Friday, Jan 20: Collected Works: Michael Wallace Opening
By Maggie Grimason [ Thu Jan 19 2017 10:00 AM ]
Featured works include pastels, oils, acrylics, mixed media and electronic media from the earth scientist and creator of the Calabacillas Arroyo public art. Runs through 1/31.
V.26 No.2 | 1/12/2017
Lobo Athletics Spring Sports Schedules
As a service to the strange and beautiful people in Lobo Country, here are the Lobos' home game schedules for men and women's basketball, track and field, baseball and softball.
V.25 No.52 | 12/29/2016
The Mewment is Now
Friday, Jan 6: Cat Lady Crafts Reception
By Maggie Grimason [ Thu Jan 5 2017 10:00 AM ]
See artwork about not always fitting in in the art world and rejection in other facets of life from artist Sara MacNeil. Runs through 1/31. Performances by dancer Ariel Burge and comedians Danger K Varoz and Caitlin Minton.
Study Looks to Reduce Oil Industry's Impact on Mule Deer
The oil industry’s impact on animals is being studied and it’s the end of the line for Bob Frank.
V.25 No.50 | 12/15/2016
Friday, Dec 16: Handel's Messiah
By Nina Ferrell [ Thu Dec 15 2016 2:00 PM ]
Roger Melone conducts the New Mexico Philharmonic performing the beloved, sacred symphonic work.
By Joshua Lee
UNM Planning Future Construction
UNM plans major renovations, N.M.’s rural population has the highest poverty rate in the nation and a new development takes shape east of EDo.
V.25 No.46 | 11/17/2016
By Joshua Lee
UNM Campus Vandalized
Acts of vandalism at UNM, potentially free bus rides and local protests against the orange one.
V.25 No.45 | 11/10/2016
Hearing the Light
Thursday, Nov 17: Musicology Colloquium Series: Music in Images in the Arts of New Spain
By Joshua Lee [ Wed Nov 16 2016 10:00 AM ]
Dr. Ray Hernández-Durán explores religious music from the 16th century through an examination of mission design, manuscript illuminations and secular music from the 18th century.
V.25 No.44 | 11/03/2016
Wah Wah Wah Waaaah
Friday, Nov 4: Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead
By Joshua Lee [ Thu Nov 3 2016 2:00 PM ]
Bert V. Royal Jr. explores Charles Schulz's Peanut characters as teens when they cope with drug use, suicide, eating disorders, teen violence, rebellion and sexual identity.
V.25 No.43 | 10/27/2016
By Joshua Lee
Teachers Protest Evaluations
In this week’s Newscity, APS teachers protest the state’s teacher evaluation process, APD begins to implement the use of Narcan and UNM reaches an agreement with the DOJ.
V.25 No.41 | 10/13/2016
The Daily Word in Saveur, Low Riders, Abelardo's Coke, Hummingbirds and Salmon Snagging
By August March [ Thu Oct 13 2016 1:17 PM ]
Over at a lifestyle magazine called Saveur, reporter David Tanis reports on a thing called New Mexico green chile.
Meanwile, at NM Politics, Gabe Vasquez writes about herencia.
This weekend, celebrate the poetic mythos of the lowrider at the NM Museum of History.
A Texas man named Abelardo allegedly brought 10 pounds of Peruvian marching powder into New Mexico. He pleaded guilty to those charges on Wednesday.
The Capitol Bar in Socorro has been in business for 120 years.
DCF Blogger Johnny Mango takes a trailer named "Happy" to Alamogordo.
Folks in Arkansas are debating the pros and cons of medical cannabis. As part of one teevee station's examination of an upcoming ballot initiative on the issue in the Natural State, former NM top cop Darren White was consulted.
Apparently, UNM Associate Professor Christopher Witt is friends with the agents of Huitzilopochtli.
V.25 No.37 | 09/15/2016
The Daily Word in Anaya, Diversity, Microwave Weapons and Hotdogs
By August March [ Thu Sep 15 2016 12:45 PM ]
New Mexico author Rudolfo Anaya will be honored with a National Humanities Medal at a Sept. 22 White House ceremony.
UNM has the highest number, per capita, of Hispanic and Native American faculty in the USA. But academia still lags with regard to instructor diversity, say experts.
Wise Pies may have to temporarily halt operations due to a beef the company has with state tax officials.
A state Republican lawmaker has filed an ethics complaint against a child advocacy group that ran satirical ads on the teevee.
Among this coming weekend's TedxABQ Talks: a discussion of combat-based nonlethal microwave weapons being developed at the local Air Force Research Lab.
The New Mexico Restaurant Association says Tatsu Miyazaki is our state's Chef of the Year; Pizza 9 also won a good neighbor award for being a positive force in our community, writes Las Cruces' newspaper of record.
The Texas Hornshell mussel is an endangered species struggling to spread its DNA in Southeastern New Mexican rivers.
Nearby Cibola County has seen a 50 percent decrease in precipitation over the past year.
Burque resident Anthony C. Osmond used a hotdog to catch and release a 28 inch tiger muskie.
V.25 No.35 | 09/01/2016
The Daily Word In justified gun discharge, no big 12 and the return of Lyft
By August March [ Thu Sep 1 2016 12:25 PM ]
An APD officer who suffered a broken femur and wrist in an encounter with a convicted felon and habitual offender was cleared of wrong doing in the incident.
UNM sports teams are out of the running to be part of the Big 12 Conference.
An affordable housing project called CUATRO opened on Fourth Street recently.
Albuquerque Public Schools is delaying some important remodeling and renovation projects because of a lawsuit calling into issue the district's funding process.
First the Isotopes eked one out; then the Bees bounced back.
The return of Lyft bodes well for the Duke City.
There are some really big Rainbow Trout in New Mexico lakes and someone from Burque caught one in the Pecos River "while fly-fishing with a bead-head, pheasant tail nymph."
V.25 No.32 | 8/11/2016
Courtesy of the University of New Mexico
A Chronicle of Misdeeds
Valencia scandal points to a larger issue at UNM
By August March
August March chronicles a series of unfortunate incidents at UNM, calling for an end to the culture that engendered them.
V.25 No.32 | 08/11/2016
Jones Goes to College, Part Two
By August March [ Wed Aug 10 2016 8:34 PM ]
Charlie Jones could be one helluva fire-breather. We'll never know for sure. When most folks looked at him straight on, all they saw was a glimpse of something vast and watery, momentarily compressed into the shape and size of clown made from his father's enchiladas and his mother's latkes.
If Jones liked you, he'd more than likely let you do most of the talking. He’d sit back listening and fiddling around with his pipe. Occasionally Charlie would check for burn holes on his shirt while you went on about any old thing. He'd end up by winking at the dogs setting next to him before smiling wanly and shaking your hand gently.
And if he didn't like you, he would interrupt constantly and make grand and obscure literary allusions designed to imply disdain for the supposed rottenness of the entire species of hairless apes of which he was a reluctant member. On such occasions, he was operating under the assumption that we were all charlatans, payasos and schmendriks rolled up into a garbage scow that was way to big to be floated down the Rio Grande without some significant damage being done to the surrounding natural environment.
That was Charlie's power with silence and with words. It was some gift.
So, it wasn't any sort of surprise when one of his associates discovered the dude had altered history by leaving some events dangling in a story he had recently posted.
The fellow who discovered the temporal anomaly just happened to be a luminescent, transdimensional plasma being. His name was unpronounceable. He reckoned that if Jones left things in his tale the way they were, the result would be a global nuclear conflagration in the year 2137.
The disaster would be caused by miscommunication about replacement refrigerator compressor trade between the Republic of Texas and the Confederation of Coastal Chicanos – which, by the way, would one day span the distance from the east bank of the Rio Grande clear on over to the Pacific Ocean.
Charlie got the news by telephone while he was listening to some chamber music by Johannes Brahms and reading the Surgeon General's warning on a pack of low tar cigarettes.
“Godammit,” he told his parallel universe-jumping pal, “I can't say what really went down because Burque is tiny, sabes? It might cause some discomfort. Even if I change the names around and all that jazz,” he gravely intoned—as the wind rattled around the wires and the connection so that there was a sort of electrical crackle coming through the headset—“people will know.”
“You don't want to cause a war,” hissed the entity on the other side of the trunk, so why don’t you just finish the story.”
Enticed and compelled in a manner that may one day be cinematically depicted by a medium shot of the planet Jupiter and its inner moons floating grandly in space, Jones transmitted the following addendum, known here, for archival purposes, as Jones Goes to College, Part Two:
One Saturday afternoon, a couple of weeks after Thanksgiving and when December had just begun to creep into New Mexico upon flat clouds, when the short days seemed to be pulled down low, Zelda showed up at Harvard House.
She was sitting in a rickety Ford pickup truck with a bent-up hood and smoky exhaust. The damned thing was being driven by a chap by the name of Leon. In between the two sat Ruth.
“Come on,” Zelda whispered to Jones, “come on up to the Jemez with us, we are going to Spence Hot Springs.” They drove north and Leon was drunk. The gals laughed a lot. Charlie wondered if there was anything better on the radio than the tape they were listening to, which was something by a band named after a faraway continent.
The four of them got to the mountains and stumbled around in the dark for about an hour. They only had one flashlight. Charlie finally located the springs by using a lensmatic compass with a radium dial and a map he had picked up at the gas station in San Ysidro.
It was cold and raining small ice crystals that night but they gingerly undressed anyway. Navigating to the edge of the pool, each entered it with great fragility and unconscious circumspection.
For thirty minutes none of the bathers spoke or looked up into the night sky or at each other—except for Leon. He was boracho. He kept taking liver-blistering hits from a bottle of Canadian Club and winking at the other three. Charlie knew it was time to go when Leon yacked all over his own pile of clothes while trying to retrieve a frajo from his jean jacket.
On the way back they heard Led Zeppelin III playing on 94 Rock. It was amazing what you could hear at four in the morning, Jones mused as the city of Albuquerque floated into view.
For a little while after that, Charlie hung out with Zelda. That mostly meant she'd come by Harvard House where they would make out frantically while Jones’ roommates painted abstract pictures or read National Lampoon in the living room.
But they never really bonded. Charlie realized that something was wrong after he took Zelda to see Dune at the Hiland Theater. Zelda refused to take her gloves off during the show and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat when the Guild Navigators were on screen.
On New Year's Eve, Zelda and Jones went to a party. She was late; he went through a sixer of Mickey's Big Mouth Malt Liquor in the meantime. Both of those humans were very far away from each other by the time they met up and so they mostly lost track of one another at the party. On the way home, Charlie yacked all over Zelda and passed out in the passenger seat of her new car.
That would have been that, but Charlie wanted the last word, just like the narrator told you at the beginning of all of this.
It was January and snowing like hell. Jones borrowed a car to drive up to the Heights where Zelda was staying. On the way he picked up a day-old bouquet of flowers at Allsups. As he was turning into her driveway, Charlie wrecked the car, a green Ford station wagon that had previously been used to haul around golf course equipment somewhere in Maryland. She came down to look at the wreck but acted like she didn't know Jones at all. She wondered aloud who he was and why he had chosen her house.
Charlie was sober. The auto had insurance. The cops let him go. Jones retreated silently, gracefully back to the student ghetto and waited for the spring semester to begin.
The next summer, Charlie heard that Leon had been crippled in a motorcycle accident, that Zelda was living two streets away with a serial womanizer and drunk, that Ruth had gone off to Sarah Lawrence to study anthropology. And all he'd done since was write and study, taking occasional breaks to stare at the sunlight coming through the front window in between times.
Some 152 years later, near the spot where Jones pondered the significance of meta-fiction in American literature, a great war was narrowly averted.
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