I grew up like a

wild west weed wan­der­ing tall and round, spiky. dried and hol­low, drifting. shot out of loose sand home, dull fibrous bit­ter green. raises a stink when torn. sun dries to a hard snap pro­tec­tive, razor lances. scrape skin, embed in nap Lots, gar­dens, street edges squeeze, wrenched brown dry...

New Mexico Wine Festival 2009 – Sunday, September 6, 2009

A Rag­ing Suc­cess cur­ing Social Amne­sia Com­ing where I come from, it’s not out­side the rea­son­able to pre­pare for just about any­thing when you decide to go to a large gath­er­ing of any sort. Years of state fairs, char­ity events, mas­sive out­door con­certs and other assorted...

2009 New Mexico Wine Festival — my first time

While I’ve resided in Albu­querque for almost 20 years and have spent all my drink­ing years firmly ensconced between the moun­tains and the rio, I’ve never been to the Bernalillo Wine Fes­ti­val. You’d find this odd if you knew how oppor­tune I can be to arrive when it’s a gath­er­ing that...

¡Chismosa!

This change in theme was long over­due. The other was dark and fore­bod­ing. Though it speaks to my less hos­pitable sometimes-tendencies, the point of this blog is to have an open and wel­come atti­tude toward find­ing and embark­ing on local adven­tures. It isn’t really the place to indulge my...

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