If you know New Mexico like I know New Mexico
Then this article doesn’t surprise you at all.
NM city’s time capsule from 1960 was never buried
They didn’t dub our fair state “The Land of Mañana” for nothing.
Category: Santa Fe
New Mexico! Saaaalute!
Guess who hit the big time?
Our Fair New Mexico, that’s who.
It’s a sure sign we’re mooooving on up when New Mexico gets name checked in a list of “America’s Favorite Cities” published by Travel & Leisure magazine.
So what’d category did we get?
Most good looking?
Nope. Miami.
Okay, okay…fair enough. Best City for a Wild Weekend?
Oh hell no. Las Vegas (the OTHER one) and New Orleans got that.
Friendly? Surely we’re ALL OVER this category?
No. Charleston.
Smart?
No. Seattle.
Oh COME ON! What’d we win!?!?!
“…peace and quiet is easiest found in Santa Fe, New Mexico…”
Oh. Well, okay. At *least* we got a mention.
“…Santa Fe, New Mexico, which also came in last in all nightlife categories.”
Oh my. Well ok.
They CLEARLY have not been to The Bull Ring when the legislature is in session! That’s all I’m going to say about THAT!
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Quiet is good…right?
I’ve got concerns.
First, read this brief article from the ABQjournal:
(edited for length)
“Someone stole a Santa Fe County Sheriff’s Department patrol car early Wednesday and apparently took it for a joy ride.
But the fun may not have stopped there for the bandit who took the patrol car from a county storage yard. Police are looking into the possibility the thief impersonated a sheriff’s deputy while using the stolen car to make traffic stops— while drunk.
The New Mexico State Police— which has taken over the investigation— is looking into a report the driver then used the car to make at least one traffic stop in Chimayó. A woman called State Police and told them that a man in a sheriff’s vehicle had stopped her and that he also seemed drunk.”
Ok so…questions and observations:
1) What size cajones does it take to steal a Sherffi’s car from the county lot? Or maybe not cajones, perhaps this is better measured in liters, or pints or….whatever measurement Mad Dog comes in.
2) Who hasn’t had, if even for a brief moment, the odd dream of making a stop in a patrol car. Blue and whites flashing. Sauntering up to the driver’s window, double knit beige polyester pants whiffing as you walk, mirrored aviator glasses in place. You utter something like, “Do you know how fast you were going?”
Someone was actually drunk enough to pull it off…and get away with it (so far).
3) How freaked out must the woman have been when she was stopped? WTF must THAT encounter have been like?
4) “(Santa Fe County sheriff’s Capt. Robert) Riggs said that in his 20 years as a cop, he hasn’t seen anything like this before.” You gotta work REAL hard to show a cop something he hasn’t seen before. Even in Santa Fe.
5) Is it wrong that I’m rooting, just a little, for the guy to not get caught? I know, I know, just because a crime is dadgum funny doesn’t make it any less a crime.
6) Once again, I’m ever so proud of where I come from. Go on Oh Fair New Mexico. Most other states take themselves WAY too seriously. We’ve still got the comedic edge. And that makes us special.
(Yes, yes, theft and drunken driving aren’t funny. But ya gotta admit, this guy had some flair.)
Just missing the ways of where I come from, for better and for worse.
Good news is I get to visit pretty soon.
Countin’ the days…
Memories, dancing demons and lost fragments of thoughts
There’s a lot going on in my head. None of it related to work. But here I sit at my pressed wood cubicle shelf desk-like device absorbing EMF’s from my monitor…and pondering.
If I tip my head up a bit, I can look over the top of my monitor and see the actual outside.
Here it is:
That photo doesn’t tell the tale. There is an oppressive haze hanging over tree tops.
I say haze, it’s really smoke. The heavy winds have brought a taste of the fires up this way.
Taste, as in literally. If you go outside your eyes and nose sting and you get that campfire flavor in the back of your throat.
It was weird, when I arrived at work this morning, I opened my car door and took in the first inhale of this dirty air, you know what it reminded me of?
New Mexico.
Yeah. Odd huh? But for the people who live(d) there, you’ll be able to relate.
You know how when the first cold of fall sets in and people start using their fireplaces and wood burning stoves? The smell of burning cedar and piñon is distinctive. You can taste it. The cold crisp to the air and that smell permeates.
So odd, that the smell of burning forest made me homesick.
I’m reading “Curse of the Chupacabra” by Rudolfo Anaya right now. Last night as I was reading, the main character was back home in Santa Fe and talking about being outside and smelling that distinct wood smoke.
Must have been in my brain then, this morning.
Me and Rudolofo, same page today.
That’s the magic of a really good author. You and he are there together, touching across space and time in that moment you read the words. You find a common ground. Anaya is one of my favorite authors, so that synchronicity is cool.
Inspired by something really tough, a raging fire.
Memorial Weekend lies ahead. Memories. I know this weekend is about remembering military veterans, and I do.
Maybe it’s also about airing out old memories of all sorts. Spring cleaning for the closets of the soul.
Been thinking a lot about old things. Old hurts. Old scars.
The woo-woo minded among us would suggest that this is due to Mercury going retrograde on Monday.
I’d say it’s because I’m the kind of girl who likes to shake up her thoughts like specks in a snow globe just to see where they land.
The Good Man said I might be entering the water hazard known as “middle life crisis”.
Whatever.
Either way, I’m thoughtful.
Ah well, off to a holiday weekend. Three days off sounds like a little slice of heaven to me today.
To all, Happy Memorial Day. Enjoy the weekend, be safe and remember those you love!
Doh!
Oh Fair New Mexico, how I love, I love you so…
“A crew working on state government’s Rail Runner commuter train cut a fiber-optic cable in Santa Fe Thursday, jamming telephone lines, cutting off Internet and cell phone service and causing other problems over much of northern New Mexico outside the capital city.”
Living in the Silicon Valley, this kind of stuff is a HUGE deal. Not to under evaluate the effect on Santa Fe, just sayin’…if this happened here, lawsuits would begin flying.
Since part of what I do in my job is manage the telco requirements of my company, every time I do a contract, THIS is what I have in mind when we talk network diversity.
If someone (or many someones) isn’t fired over this, they oughta be.