Northeast Heights


V.25 No.32 | 08/11/2016

The Daily Word in New Businesses, the Olympics and Homelessness

The Daily Word

Have you heard about the trend of men taking advantage of homeless women?

The Blue Cut Fire in southern Calif. has forced over 80,000 people from their homes.

Who knew gray could be so beautiful?

Diversity in television has become expansive over the last few years, but let's be real—it could be better.

Free coffee and free shame available this morning.

A Brazilian judge is detaining two American athletes after they filed a report saying they were robbed by people “posing” as police officers.

The Northeast Heights is finally getting a taproom that it deserves.

V.25 No.5 | 2/4/2016

Uptown Girl Working in a Downtown World

I have lived in Albuquerque almost my whole life. To be more specific, I am a product of the Northeast Heights. That's the part of town where I've lived the most, where I went through public school and where I spend the majority of my time. But now I work Downtown. Having worked down here for several months, now I feel like I get what Downtown is all about. It's not as intimidating as it once was. The narrow roads and one way streets now only semi stress me out. I like walking the streets and noticing the varied people who congregate in this area. I've grown to love watching the trucks unload the cases of booze in the morning from the view from my desk and seeing the bands unloading equipment in the alleyway on my walk to my car. Having said all that though, today I did miss my turn and was almost immediately lost. Turns out, I haven't really explored more than my natural route down here. The only thing that saved me is that Albuquerque streets are on a grid system. I think I might have some more exploring to do.

V.24 No.11 | 3/12/2015
Simon Menner

Crib Notes

Crib Notes: March 12, 2015

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V.23 No.8 |

Personal Mythology

At the City of Gold

My brother visited Albuquerque. The weather was rough as hell coming out of Chicago. He was late on account of that. I eyed the airplane he was riding on from a computer, then from my backyard when it came close. It swooped down into the Sunport about midnight. Light was coming out the windows.

For three days we rode around in a beat-up old Saab or else sat around watching movies on cable teevee. All sorts of music drifted through the car and Hamlet came on late Friday. We laughed about cigarette lighters and arrowheads. Saturday, we got into an argument but settled our shit over a couple of Allsup's burritos.

Sunday morning raced right up to us. Before he grabbed a hold of another metal bird, the sort that would loft him through the atmosphere and drop him gently back in the wintry midsection of America, he told me how he wanted to drive up to the Northeast Heights and walk around the City of Gold.

The City of Gold is where we went to high school. If you look it up, the place really is named after a mythical and golden joint where folks generally went about their lives in splendor and glory. I put in six clams worth of gas and we went up there.

Well, the mountains began to loom and the houses nestled in their shadows had magnificent trees and lawns. It was mournful quiet on the streets except for a lonesome crow, here or there, pecking at roadkill. We passed a fellow waiting on the bus at Wyoming and Menaul. I was sure he was asleep because of the way his hands were dangling at his side.

El Dorado was only sorta empty, like the wan smiles you might see on closing day at the state fair. A church meeting was going on in the theater. A loudspeaker propped open the cafeteria door. There were about seven dudes shooting baskets in the gym. An old tire was wrapped around the flagpole where some kids had pulled a prank thirty years before.

My brother and I walked to the north end of campus, a place where students had a thing called the freak wall. It used to be where all the outsiders, all the misfits, gathered to smoke, stare at the sun, and show off their long hair. Now it was just a strip of concrete. The paint was peeling off and it was lined with garbage cans.

On the south end of the City of Gold, the jock wall was not much better. Officials concerned with architectural integrity had posted "No Skateboarding" signs on just about every goddamned adjacent surface imaginable.

All of that was enough of a drink to fill us both to the brim. My brother took off ahead of me, running toward the parking lot while shouting lines from his favorite poems. I took one more look back then high-tailed it too. When we were both buckled in, he rolled down the window and spit on the ground. I revved the engine, cursed under my breath and threw the damn thing into reverse.

V.20 No.50 | 12/15/2011

Last Minute Gift Guide

Northeast Heights

Apple Mountain Music

Autoharps and hammer dulcimers are hard to come by in New Mexico. But Apple Mountain Music has them, along with a host of folk instruments you’d be hard pressed to find elsewhere. Bodhráns, bouzoukis, Irish and Native American flutes, djembes, and didgeridoos are neatly displayed alongside more recognizable harps, ukuleles and fiddles. Ever hear of a bowed psaltery? Owner Debra Fortress is happy to pull one off the shelf of her cozy store and show it to you. They’re as beautiful to look at as they are easy to play. There’s not a lot of plastic at Apple Mountain—these instruments were clearly made with care. They glow with rippling wood grains, Celtic fretwork inlays, ceramic glazes and animal skins. Of course, Fortress sells the sundries—instruction books and strings, for example—that keep players in tune. Be sure to ask about regular playing circles, classes and performances at the store.

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V.19 No.1 | 1/7/2010
Local color in the Heights

I’m Going to Live in the Heights

Well, the time has come. After living my adult life in Prague, Portland, Tucson, and the Downtown, UNM and Nob Hill areas of Albuquerque, it’s time to put away childish things. As of the end of this month, I will be living in the Northeast Heights near the strip mall bar Retro’s. So, that’s something.

Why are we moving out of our North UNM rental house, surrounded by liberals and xeriscaped yards? Because we wanted to buy and can’t afford the areas our ilk live in. How do they? I think drugs.

The Heights. What do people do there? There are three RVs on our new street. You know what that means: old people. And maybe guns.

What will we do there? Will our friends forget our faces? Will we care?

V.18 No.50 | 12/10/2009
4D’s Board Shop
Eric Williams

Feature

Far Northeast Heights

Paseo del Norte near Wyoming

4D's Board Shop

The low-lit atmosphere and friendly staff make admiring this shop’s numerous boards for snow and skate a reverent experience. Browse the extensive T-shirt collection, or check out the watches, stickers, wallets and DVDs that would make great gifts for the skater (or anyone else) you know.

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