Wednesday, September 29, 2004
But this morning had an even better angle. A GLASS truck got too close to the newspaper machines on the sidewalk, and the driver was too stubborn to get out to take a look. Machines were dancing. Glass was shaking. People inside were roaring. Finally Oscar straighten a few of them out, and the guy came inside to get one to go. Leaving was even better, as he had to back up to clear the car in front of him. This time he did have to get out and rearrange the sidewalk items. I ran outside and snapped the picture, but didn't manage to get the driver's laughing face!
Monday, September 27, 2004
The first person to email me with the correct answer will win a free coupon from my Entertainment book! These coupons are usually twofers.
By the way, in a previous post (Sept. 16) I stated that since I was old enough to vote I had voted for every Democrat that ran for President except one. What I didn't say was that I didn't vote for anybody that election. The Democrat I didn't vote for was Hubert Humphrey. I was in Chicago when Humphrey was nominated. In fact, I was in the streets of Chicago when Humphrey was nominated. He stonewalled all the questions about the war as much as Johnson. The other Dem peace candidates were either out of the running (McCarthy) or dead (RFK). There was NO hope it seemed. So I didn't vote. Nixon won. It wouldn't have made a difference, but I should have voted because I knew that Nixon was no good. My not voting did help him.
I am bringing this up because upon rereading what I had written before it was possible to interpret what I had written to mean that I had voted for Nader four years ago. I would NEVER again vote for a candidate that had no chance of winning. It is bound to hurt one candidate or the other, so make your choice between the majors and vote your heart. In this election, a vote for Nader is a vote for Bush. So vote for Kerry or Bush...don't make that same mistake I did in not voting. You will regret it. There IS a lot to lose here.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Marimba Dulce was the name of the marimba group. There were two players: Lucas and Mike. The marimba itself was carted up from Chiapas in a van. It was truly a gorgeous piece. Lucas said they play on the plaza...but not every week. Over on the next street the gunfire of a mock shootout punctuated the lazy afternoon. sigh...
Wilson's other ads try to show her as something of a maverick when it comes to voting Republican. But she is not: she votes the party line as laid down by Tom DeLay of Texas. You know, I am not even sure where she is from. Pete Domenici found her somewhere back east (I bet that's a story!) and had her installed in Gary Johnson's administration. When Steve Schiff died he backed her for Congress and there she is.
Romero is said to be within 4% of Wilson. That's close! Of course the house districts are laid out to the advantage of the Republicans. How else can you explain that Dems have about a 2-1 advantage in registration, usually control the governorship, control both houses of the state legislature...and still the US House seats are 2 "safe" seats for Republicans and 1 "safe" seat for Democrats. I sure would like to change that!
For those who haven't really been on that route, it starts at the Chicago Art Institute on Michigan Ave. and ends at the Santa Monica Pier in Los Angeles. I have been to both ends. Following the old route now is sometimes hard. When I came to New Mexico in 1970, the interstate highway system was not completed and parts ofRoute 66 were still in use. I bet it is about 2500 miles long. 150 miles a day sounds just about right. What a trip.
Friday, September 24, 2004
The fact is that Sam Roll is one of smartest, funniest, and kindest suit-wearers anywhere. And I am proud to call him an Icon of this neighborhood.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Almost every day I am in some way reminded of how thinly spread is the gift of life. Just beneath our warm skin, just behind that smile, just under your fingers stretched out on that keyboard is the reality of time and existence. Share your cookies. Hold hands crossing the street. It all will be over soon enough.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
MaryAnn and I go from game to game watching as the pieces are developed. She is an excellent player in casual situations. She also has the courage to play in tournaments, having done so more than once. But neither of us are ready to partake of this sort of mental conflict tonight. Four female UNM students walk in asking if they could rent a set. They do for a buck.
Someone once told me that Lenin insisted that all of his generals play chess. Whether or not this is true I do not know. I do know that chess has a lot of lessons to teach...especially about conflict. GWBush is a poker player, not a chess player. Poker has a different way of finding winners. Luck (or divine intervention), not personal decisions, determine the ultimate outcome.
Our foreign policy reflects a poker-player's mentality. It is full of the bluff, of upping the ante, of going "all in." It is a winner-take-all way of looking at the world.
Dues for members are $10/year. Food and drink are available at the counter.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Of course APS, Inc. has not said anything at all...in keeping with their corporate silence policy. But the candor of the desk employee leads us to a few questions.
- How is Florida connected to APS?
- Are we outsourcing our computer work to Florida? Is it in fact going overseas?
- Can't we find anybody here in ABQ (home of Intel, Sandia NL, etc.) that can do this work?
How long before we hear the familiar cry echoing through the halls of APS power? ".........Oh Rigo!!"
Monday, September 20, 2004
Behind us, at the table by the door, two young women had come outside to smoke. They lit up and one produced a birthday present for the other. It was a purse...just right it seems for certain moments in the busy life of the giftee.
"I saw him last night," the birthday girl began. "I was like, 'Aauugh!'"
"Duh!" exclaimed her friend.
"Like Uuuhhh Hhhhuuuu!!!"
Cigarettes finished, the two wandered back to whomever...whatever...was waiting for them.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
- It passes by the Hispanic Cultural Center.
- And the Bueno Foods chile processing plant.
- In season there are cranes and geese in the fields and 20 feet overhead.
- There are always ducks, roadrunners, horses, and turtles.
- About 3 miles of the route is shaded (and next to water).
- There is a nice little hill going up Rio Bravo.
- Graffiti abounds at the southern end of the route.
- A one mile sidetrip down Shirk Rd. takes you to the Confederate campsite used by Gen. Sibley both heading north and south.
- Pumpkins, corn, and chile.
- Another side trip takes you down to the river in as close to a wilderness setting as you will find in town.
Try is once. You'll do it again. The only caveat, watch for goatheads on Rio Bravo and up by the arroyo. Stay in the center of the trail in those locations.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Tonight we went to the Sushi King. It's downtown near the everpopular meat warehouse, Tucano's. Now I didn't start eating fish as an adult until I met MaryAnn, about 4 years ago. Sometimes it made me sick...felt like stomach cramps. Anyway, I regard sushi as a real test of my pescadorial manhood. But after all, I am Scandinavian: we eat lots of fish.
Here is the story about tonights meal: I ordered Combo "A". It looked wonderful. It tasted great. I have no idea what it was. It didn't fill me up. It cost 9 bucks.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
It was, I am sure, a procession his family and friends will remember forever. Aaarrrgh...Aaarrrgh.
At any rate, the Democrats are right: this is the most important election in my lifetime anyway. The reason is that we can make a difference this time. There is a REAL big difference between where GWB wants to continue taking this country and where Kerry wants to go. I, myself, cannot imagine that anyone who truly loves this country and ALL her people could lie to us, take money away from social security and give to the rich in tax breaks, refuse to stop the reintroduction of AK-47's in the general marketplace, put his personal faith before science and the health of the people he should be protecting. But I am not perfect. Maybe you have a different opinion. Register and vote!
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
A gray-haired guy who must have been about 60 years old was talking to a young woman in back of the Starbuck's here in Nob Hill. She was wearing the green apron of a Starbuck's employee. The sun was starting to go down. He was talking to her and holding something in front of him. I thought it might be a bird cage. It was hanging from his hands by a couple of thin steel straps. I couldn't tell what it was exactly, but the young woman looked a little dumbfounded. I never did get real close to them, but the angle changed and I was able to finally make out what the man was holding. It was a steel-wired bustier with what looked to be iron tits. It had hinges running up the front and he was holding it in an open position. The young lady seemed impressed but kept shaking her head from side to side. All I could hear her say was, "...but thanks for showing it to me."
I sure wish I could have taken a picture of that!
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Which brings us to another issue. Who is the gutless administrator who sent Rigo out to take the heat for this really idiotic decision. (One night of unchecked vandalism can wipe out those district savings in a hurry). Would somebody please stand up and be accountable?
Monday, September 13, 2004
This time, however, I was well taken care of by Jorge...a young man who knows what he is doing. I also bought a 3 ft. ristra of red. I love how bright and rich the color is before it dries out completely. I do use the chile. I pick it off the top of the ristra all year, so by summer it doesn't look too pretty, but that bare string tells its own story.
I stopped to buy freezer bags at the N. 4th St. Smith's. They were out (of course). They had some at the Yale Ave. Smith's store (of course). It came out to 26 freezer bags full with a dozen chiles in each. So I guess that is somewhere around 75 cents/bag. As if anybody freezes green chile to save money.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
I don't think anyone realizes how bad most of us want to beat GW Bush. The man standing next to me had driven to the meeting from Torrence County. What an example to me he was. Still, the group broke up into smaller groups and ours was on the sidewalk west of the building. It was very hot...and I did not last until four.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
At any rate, I thought we needed to relax...and what better place than in the patio of El Pinto on North Fourth St. Of course the food was great. And yes the waiter was so friendly in a respectful sort of way. But the big story here is that wonderful patio.
We sat under the territorial portal. There were brick floors, plants everywhere...including an apple tree that kept dropping big apples all night. And there were tiny white lights. The sun went down. It was as if it were the background for a fabulously beautiful woman, a real, North Valley Mona Lisa. And there she was sitting at the same table: MaryAnn. How wonderful she looked. I am so glad we went there.
Friday, September 10, 2004
In 3 hours MaryAnn will be home. In 4 hours we will be eating with Mike and Carol. In 5 hours we will be at the art gallery with Russell Adams and Sam Pillsbury. Then coffee. Then home.
Simple. Easy. (right?)
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Just seeing him brings Good Luck into your life. And having him return your greeting (which he will do if you are persistent enough) brings instant happiness. Carry on, Inspector.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
I have seldom seen Snow Lake this crowded: it was about half full. But it was Labor Day weekend and also the Elk bow season is underway. The bad news is that there are a lot of hunters. The good news is that they are bow hunters and you don't hear shots going off all the time.
Not that we camped at Snow Lake! Ken and I rarely use developed campgrounds. We prefer to go way off and away from everybody. Primitive conditions. We carry everything we need to be comfortable:
- 2 chairs
- 2 tables (one for cooking, one for eating)
- 8 gallon jugs of water
- a tarp
- 2 tents
- 2 sleeping bags with pads
- our own pillows
- 1 50 year old stove
- 1 50 year old lantern
- large cooler full of beverages and food
- box of stuff
- 2 hatchets
- 1 dog with food
- 1 50 year old chuck box (made by my dad)
A lot of this stuff has personal meaning to each of us. And camping is so ritualized that it is sometimes important to have just the right piece of equipment (like that old stove)...even if you have to nurture it along.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
My Coleman stove is about 50 years old. My father bought it new and we used it extensively while I was growing up. I also use it quite a bit, running through a gallon of fuel or so each year. At any rate the plunger didn't seem to want to pressurize the gas tank: it just slipped in and out like (oh never mind)...the point is there wasn't any pressure build-up. I figured the leather washer at the end of the plunger needed some oil for a better seal. So I got some oil from the Toyota dipstick and applied it to the washer. It didn't work.
To make a long story a little bit shorter, nothing worked. Well, as I write this by lantern-light I am wondering if my lantern plunger is interchangeable with the one on the stove. We will find out in the morning!
While buying groceriesin Socorro, we bought a couple of brownies from kids having a bake sale in front of the Smith's. They were trying to earn money for a class trip to Washington DC. Yours Truly Johnny Mango buys stuff at bake sales. Why? Because I am a liberal as well as a boulevardier...and I have my own set of rules.
Rule #1 for Liberal Boulevardiers:
Get something at the bake sale.
Friday, September 03, 2004
A nice-looking young lady in a security guard uniform bummed a cigarette from a woman sitting at the next table, a woman who looked like she owned a motorcycle but didn't have it with her. They talked for a while about people who get in your face. Then, after another woman came up and talked in private to the bike-less woman, Bikeless, coming back to the table and the young lady with a red face, suddenly remembered she had an ice sculpture in the van that needed to be delivered in Corrales. So she left. I am not making this up. MaryAnn and I left as well...not wanting to be late for our usual Friday dinner with Mike and Carol. Tonight it's the Bangkok Cafe.