The Filling Station, one of Albuquerque’s more intimate theater spaces, is an unlikely candidate to portray the sweep, scope and scale of the Battle of Gettysburg, the bloodiest conflict of the American Civil War.
If you spent too much money getting your writer friend to do your English paper for you, or sending someone to take a math test in your stead, your pockets might be a little empty. Just kidding, nobody actually cheats on anything … right? But the empty pockets remain. To patch them up, check out some of this week’s freebies.
Tea master Jessica Heintzleman dunks a 6-inch tea bag into a small pot as steam smothers her white bonnet.
St. James Tearoom imports its teas from China and India, but you can grow your own in your backyard.
Abitha’s Apothecary doesn’t sell pill bottles and cough syrup — the walls are lined with spells to help spell-makers get out of jail, have children and win money.
It was late one night in 1998 when Donna and her boyfriend Daniel scaled the abandoned Albuquerque High building to look over the city.
If you finished all your homework for the week on Sunday — because every student is that on top of it — then you’re probably at a loss for what to do with yourself during the week. Luckily, the Daily Lobo can rescue you from your proactive nature by giving you some free ways to waste time. Don’t worry, you’ll still get straight A’s.
I like my theater bleak and waiting to die. The type that breaks down into the best of dark despairs: naked, horrifying tragedy and the fatalism of a crippling reality. “Death of a Salesman” is all of that.
We get it — you’re trying to be cool by not participating in anything on campus. But all you’ve got to show for it are some thumbs calloused by a video-game controller, plus a seriously damaged liver.
Theater audience members aren’t just spectators anymore — they’re “spec-actors” who participate in the outcome of the performance.
Whether it’s sliced fruit mixed with Greek yogurt, or your mother’s homemade green-chile cheese enchiladas, recipes for great dishes are meant to be shared.
A six-horned, papier-mâché demon snarled over professor Regina Corritore’s shoulders as she stood by her desk.
Many children of the 1980s and ’90s remember Skeletor crying, “I’ll get you for this, He-Man!”
Sanae Higashimori Wright spent four years saving money from yard sales to fund Sunday’s celebration of Okinawan Japanese culture.
Terrorism becomes a source of comedy in Catherine Butterfield’s “The Sleeper,” a dark comedy about post-9/11 anxiety and paranoia.
If celebrating the long weekend didn’t already give you enough freedom, the Daily Lobo has you covered. Check out these free events — if you even have any free time this week, which is doubtful, given that we’re all slaves to our education.
Tucked away behind a burial ground for abandoned trucks is a tiny pottery studio. Surrounded by scraps of metal and spare tires, the creative haven itself is quaint
Professional potter Jim Srubek learned his craft from a Japanese national living treasure, and is one of the few teachers of the Arita method in the U.S.
Albuquerque’s favorite crystal drug is hitting the streets again — this time on top of a fluffy, hand-crafted doughnut.
Three contestants downed raw garlic cloves with increasing intensity. The two male contestants began to grow red in the face, sweat dripping from their brows, while the lone female contestant remained completely unfazed.
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