December 2003

My favorite 2003 Albuquerque Journal photos.

By way of offering a sort of year-end wrap-up thingy, I've compiled a list of my favorite* photos from the Albuquerque Journal online photo archive. Enjoy!

The Photos

Great photo of Joe Skeen servin' up some grub with a big ole stogie in his mouth.

Important New Mexicans at a Joe Skeen memorial service. See the sour-faced fellow on the left? That's our good pal Senator Pete Domenici!

2003 was a big year for dog-related news stories at the Journal. Here's a photo of some guys rescuing a puppy.

And another!

This one, out of any context, is just weird.

Whoah, dude! Awesomest Governor Ever Gary Johnson, like, talks to people and shit.

Another dog. This is Scooby, who was shot in the face.

Does your town's newspaper run full color photos of dogs on the front page as much as the Albuquerque Journal does? I doubt it.

Yet another front-page photo of Scooby.

You thought I was joking about all the dog photos. Well I wasn't.

Awesome photo of Mayor Martin Chavez, smiling, holding a bucket of money.

Dog.

Creepy photo of Governor Richardson embracing Vincente Fox.

A kid with brain troubles.

The drought is inconveniencing boaters at Elephant Butte Lake. Boo-hoo!

A guy huggin' on a chicken.

A very un-Journal-like satirical comment on the Val Kilmer flap.

Puppy.

Martin Chavez kissing a cop.

City workers cleaning graffiti, "some of it satanic," from the inside of a tunnel.

Dog.

Let the healing begin.

This is just a great photo. Route 666 was renamed NM 491.

The Apocalypse draws nigh.

Dog.

Dog.

An un-Journal-like jab at the insanity of Albuquerque's water policies.

This is what the Rio Grande looks like.

Dogs.

Another good photo of Elephant Butte Lake.

Apocalypse beckons.

Dog.

Make sure the handshake is visible.

APD, keeping in step with our community.

Riot police dog.

And finally, a guy symbolically dumping a bucket of water into the Rio Grande. (The annual "Dumping a Bucket of Water Into the Rio Grande Ceremony" symbolically replenishes the diminishing river.)

* By "favorite" I mean that these are photos that easily lend themselves to cheap jokes and snarky commentary.

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America House? Liberty House? Screamin' Eagle House?

Last Sunday as I was driving down Wyoming and I saw this house, I thought, "Oh my god! I gotta come back and get a picture of this!"

But Lo! The burden of putting camera to eye and clicking has been lifted by Pika Brittlebush, whose blog is very entertaining.

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R. Martín Abeyta gallery at the National Hispanic Cultural Center




If you haven't already, do yourself a favor and check out the excellent exhibit of R. Martín Abeyta paintings at the NHCC.

Most of the work in the gallery at his web site is in the exhibit. Some of my favorites:

Four Eyed Son

Matanza

Los Suenos de Madame Bobo

El Enpeloto

El Corrido de la Salomea y el Bautista

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Dick Knipfing Does Not Need Two Stinking Sources

In a rush to be first, News 13 looked like jackasses, potentially horrifying the family of Joe Skeen. The thin line between dead and not dead was blurred on Tuesday, Dec. 2, when KRQE News 13 interrupted a movie to announce that former Congressman Joe Skeen had died. Not more than five minutes later, Dick Knipfing re-appeared on screen, but apparently his makeup person forgot to wipe the egg off his face, because Knipfing sheepishly announced that Skeen had, in fact, not died.

This week's Alibi outlines a scenario in which KRQE broke a story that turned out to be false because they didn't bother to, you know, make phone calls and check facts and stuff. In fact, Skeen died five days later, on December 7th.

Long-winded political gossip Joe Monahan has more breathless reportage on this incident on his blog, including this gem:

...knowing Knipfing's obsession with accuracy, you can assume he too is not a happy camper.

Obsession with accuracy, indeed.

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Old Town Man Defends Old Town Missile

Clifford Stanley, unlike many of his neighbors, takes unequivocal pride in his nation's nuclear arsenal.

A resident of Albuquerque's Old Town neighborhood since 1997, Stanley welcomed the Redstone nuclear missile exhibit when it was installed next to Mountain Road at the National Atomic Museum in October. When his neighbors began to complain about the sixty-foot "weapon of mass destruction" that was visible from their backyards and front porches, Stanley defended the missile's right to peacefully coexist amid the hundred-year-old adobes.

"To me, this missile says 'freedom.' Every time I look at it I feel a warm feeling inside, a feeling of freedom," says Stanley.

Stanley, a part-time corrections officer, is also an avid gun collector, and calls himself an "aficionado of military history."

"The Redstone missile was totally kick-ass, for its time," says Stanley. "It could deliver a nuclear payload to targets up to 800 miles away. If it wasn't for the Redstone, we'd all be speaking Russian right now and living in the gulags."

Worried that the public outcry against the rocket's placement in Old Town might lead "unpatriotic liberals" to harm it, Stanley has taken matters into his own hands. He goes on regular patrols of the area, keeping watch over the sixty-foot missile, lest it come to harm.

"It's just a matter of time before one of these goddamn liberals comes along and tries to throw paint on it or something," says Stanley. "I just hope I'm there when they try it. The people who live around here have absolutely no respect, no sense of history."

This isn't the first time Stanley has had disagreements with his neighbors. In March of 1998, when Stanley was arrested for accidentally shooting and injuring a seven-year-old boy in his neighborhood, some of his neighbors unsuccessfully lobbied the courts to get him thrown out of his house and out of the neighborhood.

"It was an accident," says Stanley. "I was out with my 30-30, taking care of some of the stray cats that live around here and the kid jumped right in front of me. And then they were trying to get me out. 'Over my dead body,' I said. And you can't throw somebody out of their house because of an accident. What was Jeff [the injured boy] doing out that late, anyway? Where were Jeff's parents?"

In another incident later that year, Stanley nearly came to blows with several irate neighbors after he constructed a large sign in his front yard that read "Librels [sic] And Bicyclists Shot On Sight."

Has being surrounded daily by the kind of people who don't want to look at a nuclear missile every day when they look out their windows dampened Stanley's spirits? Has it changed his attitude towards nuclear weapons?

"Not a bit," says Stanley. "People got to learn their history. People should be proud of their country and its accomplishments."

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