BorderWest, Rebecca Powell
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John Edwards, You Comfort Me
I remember classmates spreading the details of the Ken Starr report, peeking over the shoulder of a co-worker as she pulled it up on the screen. Engrossing, and eventually tiring, but for a few moments in time, the President of the United States' sex life took up a significant corner of my brain. I am older now; no one's sex life is very interesting, and the mysteries and compromises of marriage are my daily reality. Still, you would think I would have some reaction to the John Edwards/Rielle Hunter affair, that my moral sensibilities would squirm, that I could muster some outrage. I don't and I can't. Instead, I am awash in nostalgia for a simpler time, a time when I did not fret about the global economy, the slipping dollar, the muscle flexing of Russia, or lives lost in the sands of Iraq. There was time to worry about sex, power and semen on a blue dress. There was time to debate the ethics of friendship and marriage, to relish the thought of Hillary breaking china over Bill's head. There was time and space for prurient interests, for lascivious gossip. [more]
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McCain Visits Las Cruces and Thoughts on Protest
On the day the war in Iraq began, a colleague of mine wore a black armband in mute protest. She taught tenth graders the difference between illusion and allusion while silently declaring her disapproval. In her late forties, I attributed the display to her age, to the specter of the 60s and 70s. Five years later, I wonder if it is only a generation gap that leads some to watch and some to act.
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Still Kicking and Las Cruces’ Downtown Planning
The last sentence would not be a revelation in our last home, Kalispell, Montana, where my white husband and child were often asked their ethnicity because they have brown eyes and some tint to their skin, but this is Las Cruces, New Mexico. Hispanics are fifty percent of the population. Go downtown to the Farmer’s Market Saturday morning and languages collide, mix, and make a kind of music as speakers seamlessly switch from Spanish to English and back again. The mix of cultures is one of Las Cruces’ great strengths. So where is it when it comes to planning the future of downtown? [more]
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To Clean a Dirt Tank and the Real Loss
People for Preservation of Our Western Heritage reports that at a City of Las Cruces meeting, Mr. Ed Roberson, Las Cruces BLM District Manager at the time, publicly stated "The ranchers are afraid of being 'eaten' one bite at a time." So why does it matter if ranchers like Mobley have to wait five months to make repairs? If they decide the hassle of wilderness and Wilderness Area Restrictions are too much and quit ranching? The answer: land. Ranchers who utilize federal lands own vast sections of land beside the areas we want to protect. The view sheds are open because ranching is happening on those lands. If the ranchers quit ranching because of wilderness restrictions, they will sell their land. Chances are good it will not be sold to another rancher, but to a developer. So instead of seeing a few cows, we can peep in people’s windows and look at rooflines. [more]
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Why We Need Bloggers and New West
The Pew Research Center released "The Changing Newsroom:Gains and Losses in Today's Papers," detailing the state of newspapers across the country.
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Wilderness, Wilderness Everywhere
HR 6300, proposed by U.S. Representative Steve Pearce (R-NM) was inspired by the Valle Vidal Protection Act. Tom Mobley, a Doña Ana County rancher, took his grandson fishing in the Valle Vidal. The fishing trip inspired a school research report that the grandson later shared with Mobley. As Mobley looked over the report, he noticed the few paragraphs of legislation forever withdrawing the Valle Vidal from mineral leasing Mobley thought if a few paragraphs could protect a place as unique and beautiful as the Valle Vidal, surely the same could work for lands in Doña Ana County.
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Haussamen on Haussamen
"I hate politics."
A common sentiment from an uncommon source. Journalist Heath Haussamen makes a living reporting the ups, ins, outs and downs of New Mexico politics. The namesake and founder of Heath Haussamen on New Mexico Politics views politics as a necessary but problem-ridden agent of change. When the fates align and politician's interests work for the public's good, Haussamen forgets he hates politics, remembers it can help people, and just maybe change our world. Politics' potential to change lives interests Haussamen. Indeed, it is what keeps him posting five days a weeks, 52 weeks a year
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Why the Blogger is Not Blogging
The boy, the dog, the husband and I will be making the 12-hour drive twice in three days. The boy is two. The boy will be in a car seat for over 24 hours, People are looking forward to seeing the boy. I need to deliver a happy and rested child. I am devising many diversions – tin foil masks, puppets, audio books, and sing-a-long tapes. Any and all suggestions for traveling with a two-year-old are welcome. [more]
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No More Costco, No More Sam’s Club
In Montana, Ponderosa Pines framed our view of Flathead Lake. Twelve miles from Kalispell, four from Lakeside, we shopped in bulk, always ready for a snowstorm or armageddon, whichever came first. For five to seven months a year, navigating our mile-long driveway induced swearing and cold sweats. The daunting task of fetching wood in January required donning long underwear, wool socks, a face mask, and two sets of gloves. Fleece was a main staple of my wardrobe. I judged our well-being not by the balance of our bank account, our spiritual enlightenment or the size of our social circle, but by the size of the woodpile and the level of food in the freezer.
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Small Defends Wilderness Proposal
I have watched debates like the Doña Ana County Wilderness debate in churches, school boards, even over the spotted owl and logging. They are much more than debates over policy. People invest their time, energy, money and themselves in the outcome, thus perceived and real attacks have devastating power. Add in the emotional ties to land and the romance of wilderness, and the outcome becomes all-important and all consuming. [more]
