Well, I don’t want to say I’ve backtracked on my earlier promise to write a weekly 300 word post for this site, but I’ve fallen a behind. I’ve been trying to get back in the jogging habit, and trying to experience some of the great things that Santa Fe has to offer, and I’ve come across some wonderful shows on Netflix, and who am I kidding? I sort of backtracked a bit. I’ll work on catching up this week.
New Mexico has been sort of a refuge for artists and actors for a century now. And while I know that actors and artists like it here because it is a bit more remote and they value their privacy, a guy’s gotta blog, right? I don’t want to come across as some kind of star-crossed celebrity fodder junkie, but if I’m going to get back into blogging I have to start somewhere.
I don’t know if I should count this one, but on my first day out here I arrived with the dog and a couple of pieces of un-built furniture IKEA. I needed some groceries so I headed to the nearest grocery store. I would swear to you that in the produce section, I saw Peter Fonda, the actor probably best known for his role in Easy Rider. That movie came out about 10 years before I was born, so I know him best because he pops up in crossword puzzles sometimes, as the actor who played the very-crossword-friendly title character in Ulee’s Gold. I had to make it over to the dairy section so we parted ways, this man who was either Peter Fonda or a very convincing facsimile and I.
Later that week, I managed to get a front row ticket to see one of my favorite comedians, Tig Notaro. She had to reschedule a bunch of shows from last year’s Boyish Girl Interrupted. Sad for her, but she recovered and I guess the timing worked out well for me. (In my mind, I called this show part of the Boyish Girl Interrupted Interrupted tour. I thought about shouting from the front row so I could say that it was Boyish Girl Interrupted Interrupted Interrupted, but that is bad form.) Anyway, the show was great and I think you can see most of the material in a new special. A couple of weeks later, her podcast Professor Blastoff ended; I already miss it.
I’ve can’t find the site now, but I used to spend some time with a wonderful English-to-Chinese translation website that tried to achieve Google Translate equilibrium. You would enter a phrase in English and it would use Google Translate to make the conversion to Chinese, and if the phrases did not literally match up, it would translate it back to English, then back to Chinese, over and over until the phrases were 100% equal. It resulted in some delightfully odd phrases, none of which I can remember because, like I said, the website is lost somewhere in my mental ether. Anyway, I thought of that website when I saw Billy Bob Thornton’s band The Boxcars. They reminded me of that website. They sounded like the halfway point between The Beatles’ and Buck Owens’ versions of “Act Naturally.” The band was good, and Billy Bob Thornton’s between-song banter was priceless. The venue was nice and intimate. As you can see from the picture above, I had a really good view.
I moved to Colorado in mid-2014. It didn’t work out like I planned, and I moved back in New Mexico a less than a year later. A simple story, but apparently a logistical nightmare for the two states’ Department of Motor Vehicles. I’d registered my car in Colorado, but I moved back to New Mexico so quickly that Colorado had not gotten the paperwork to New Mexico, so the car was registered in both states. It seems like it should be an easy fix, but I probably made 15 trips to the Department of Motor Vehicles trying to get it straightened out. The people who worked there were friendly and knew me by name. Anyway, I spent so much time there that in retrospect it seems inevitable that I would run into somebody famous. And I did, on my penultimate trip. I was in line right behind one-time Batman portrayer Val Kilmer. I thought about getting a picture, but you’ll just have to take my word for it: nobody likes being at the DMV. He was wearing a custom hat that you can buy on his website. On my last trip to the DMV, I ran into my friend Carl, whom I met when I lived in Albuquerque and I thought had moved to California. Small world.
That’s been the extent of my celebrity sightings in Santa Fe so far, but I’ve only been back a couple of months. Also, this post is up to almost 900 words, which I suppose technically atones for my three-week absence from my quest for weekly 300-word posts. But that seems like the easy way out. Maybe I need to value my privacy a little less and get on it!