Criminal Defense Attorney Practicing in Hobbs, New Mexico. The views expressed on this website are my views, which I write as a private citizen, and do not represent the opinion of the Law Offices of the Public Defender.
10. Charles Bukowski's You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense. Bukowski will go down as one of the great poets of our times. Not because he is or was, but because those whose voices speak the loudest believe he was.
Poetry was almost dead when Bukowski exploded on the scene. The popular notion was that the best poetry in the late 20th century was Pseudo-Americana/Buddhist/Hippy bullshit. After Bukowski, that changed. The best poetry was like Bukowski himself, punk, dirty, and real.
Of course, this is a long view concept of poetry in the last century. Those who actually worked in the poem business (publishers, editors, etc.) realize that, as an art form, poetry never really changed that much because of Bukowski.
But damn, he sure did make it seem like it did.
9. Who's/Whose. Who's means "Who is" or "Who has." "Whose" is the possessive form of the word "Who" such as "Whose books are those?"
8. I have realized that one of the greatest actors of my generation was David Lee Roth. In the 70's and 80's, he played the part of an American Rock God. And he sold the world on that role.
However, now see Roth. Just a geeky Las Vegas schmaltzy vaudeville singer who tells everybody that the whole Rock God thing was just an act. That he was just a goofy Doctor's kid from Pasadena.
Now that's showmanship.
Nobody did the Rock God thing better. The hair. The moves. The kicks. The voice.
Yes, as the world turns, he just sits quietly waiting for his confirmation hearing.
Dignified and solid.
The Senate may want to confirm him as fast as possible. Because the next president may withdraw his name and offer a vastly more liberal nominee.
Judge Garland, you've done good brother.
9. In Hobbs, Kendall's Country Meat Market. Best jerky in town, best okra in town, best jalapeño beans in town. Homemade. Here in Hobbs. Jobs for Hobbs. Every dollar you spend locally bounces back to you.
It's really easy, it's just a choice. Spend locally or spend where the money goes elsewhere.
Every time I see the parking lot full at Dickey's, I just laugh at myself. The best country ribs are at Kendall's. Better price. Better service. And the corn on the cob.........is to dream about.
8. While at school, when a child is suspected of delinquent acts and is questioned in front of a law enforcement officer, the child is entitled to be informed of his rights under Miranda even if the law enforcement officer isn't doing the questioning, but rather it's a school administrator who is asking the questions. State v. Antonio T., 2015-NMSC-019.
7. Gaby's Burritos at Grimes and Marland. Jobs for Hobbs. Every dollar you spend locally bounces back to you. Best damn burritos in town. My all the time morning destination. Made the old-fashioned way. Made the right way.
It's really easy, it's just a choice. Jobs for Hobbs. Every dollar spent locally bounces back to you.
6. "I Live Inside" by Michelle Leon, a memoir of her time in punk's Babes In Toyland. No holds barred. Short, sharp, shocks of realism. Ultimate sadness. And then ultimate redemption.
5. The collage work of Lance Letscher:
4. Kay Starr all day, and all night. Oh, the absolute glam of those 60's variety shows.
3. Now, the only question is: Just how large will the radius be of Trump's mushroom cloud? Will the fallout be huge or slight? How much damage can he do from here till early November?
2. This song:
1. "He illuminates the universe; His spiritual body, ethereal and pure; Has the thirty-two perfect signs; With the eighty kinds of excellence Is his spiritual body adorned." Good Morning to each and every one.