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I'm a Proud Navajo, Father, Husband, Brother, Son, and Friend. I'm all about cheap thrills, guitar pickin', and writing about the adventures of my life. I'm never politically correct.

Saturday, April 30, 2005

She was found here on Central Avenue of all places

MSNBC

Of all the places Jennifer Wilbanks could be "found", she was on Central Avenue here in Albuquerque. Haven't you seen COPS? Well, I guess she couldn't be found in the northeast heights of the Duke City. Being that rich, I guess you would have to go to Central Avenue to back up that weak kidnapping story to evade a massive southern JoJa hitchin' shindig.

Man, 600 hundred guests, I only had a 60 or so at my wedding, I didn't even know half of 'em. Stress. Cold feet. Buuuullllshhhiiiit. If you have money, it's going to be a good chance that you are probably marrying into mo' money. Who knows 600 people? I bet Ted Turner and half the Atlanta Braves were going to be there. You know that this gal had been squirrelin' away some cash for this Vegas trip.

Don't worry people, she'll be OK. Nothing will become of her. Jail time is not on her mind.

Just think of this, it would have been a matter of time that her story would have come true if she had only stayed on Central Avenue.

I love this city, but Central Avenue is the exception. As KOBTV 4 reporter Stuart Dyson said "she had seen the Albuquerque key spots - the bus station, Central Avenue, and the inside of a APD patrol car." It has been reported on News4 that her family flew here to Albuquerque with great haste to collect her, apparently all the redskins here for the Gathering of Nations Powwow made her nervous. Too many wild indians were circling the wagons....AYE..AYE..AYE!!! Should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque!!! I hope she finds herself. Nizhonigo Jennifer Wilbanks.

And I hope she comes back for the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta!!! Go Topes!

Friday, April 29, 2005

Wal-Mart is out to get me!

I can agree with Mick in the 4 t h W o r l d


Wal-Mart is the most evil place in the world. Ha, I'll be in a good mood going in and then when I come out, all I want to do is push old people down and kick small dogs as hard as I can. %@#@*^*%R*&@* I think there is a conspiracy exacted at me when ever I go in there. I'll buy one thing, something like duct tape, and I'll go skipping happily out the door and then the scanner goes off....a little old man with one arm and a blue vest wants to check my shit for stowaways and he finds nothing, I'll try again, and the damned thing goes off AGAIN. Now, I'm standing up there with all the people in the world to see and I'm pissed as he goes through my bag again, yeah, the one he just checked. Ok, he's suspicious and he wants to check to see if I'm packin', so I have to go through the scanner without my loot, nothing. Ok, I'm just short of getting probed and now, I really don't want my duct tape anymore. I'm handed my bag and sent on my un-merry way while he's looking at me sideways.......again, the scanner goes off.

I think I'll change my blog to Curley vs. Wal-Mart and the demons within

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Idol Idiots

American Idol

Ha, American Idol got duped. Constantine out instead of ebonic white guy, Scott. I hate to admit it, I watch this stupid show just to see if something like this would happen. Really.

Home


Navajo Land

I'm not sure where I got this but here is a Navajo Nation map that you may find useful. I hope you will enjoy our land within the sacred mountains.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

What the........?

I was just strumming a few on my guitfiddle and Dave was on, the band he had sucked sacks. Do people actually listen to this? They sounded like Devo on meth. The front man looked like the dude that took my transaction today at the bank. What's with this "slept in my car" look that guys are sporting these days? I thought rap was bad.
I'm all for looking current and kinda hip, but homeless? Greazzy looking? Damn, makes the seventies look bad.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

NavajO or GhettO...

I was sitting in a KFC one time, minding my own business and eating my 3 piece meal, and there was a couple of local high school aged boys there having a conversation........what was coming out of their mouths was far from typical high school chatter. There was no talk about girl friends, school, or sports and fun. No, it was about their "Bitches" and their "Dawgs". Do they talk to ma'sani' like this? Do they call her "Bitch sani'" Herd sheep with a dew-rag? What has our little country between the sacred mountains become? The streets of Compton? Watts? Brooklyn? No, it was in the 'hood' of Shiprock, New Mexico. Ebonics in my homeland. Do our young people have a identity anymore? Living a life of another. Be Navajo, Be Dine', Be you, Be SMART, and say it loud and say it proud.

A Shiprock Sunset

Nataanii Nez - Tall Chief


I really miss home sometimes. I took this picture when I was coming home from fishing at Morgan Lake. I usually went there on the weekends after spending the week at NAU. A funny thing though, I sent this to my bother who was stationed in Japan and he pointed out to me..."what's with that Wal-Mart bag snagged onto that barbed-wire fence?" All the way from the other side of the Earth. Nonetheless, It's one of my best pictures of Navajoland. Little brothers, go figure.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Indian Stew

Gathering of Nations

Loogit, ober dare...I wonder what kind she is...she must be northern...she just makes me feel...."somehow".

Yep, its coming...HickieFEST 2005, otherwise known as The Gathering of Nations Pow-wow here on April 27-30, in Albuquerque. I've never been to it but I always seem to experience it in some way or another. The big questions at the pool halls, clubs, and other socials are....."what tribe are you from?" and "what's your clan?" and "what are you looking at?" If you're coming out, please be careful, be smart, and have a good time! Let's embrace our other brothers and sisters. It's nice to see a few more brown faces around here, especially in the REAL gathering of nations, Wal-Mart, and I'll feel better that I'm not the only brown guy being stared at.

Yeah, even here with all these Pueblos and Navajos living in and around Albuquerque, some non-native people are still ignorant about Native Americans, American Indians, whatever. Well, they try to be nice and ask if I'm here for the pow-wow. Like I'm visiting. Damn us for being on their land before them! *$#@# I'm really griping about those folks from the northeast heights that call themselves New Mexicans when they're really from Boston and Long Island. Damn, pick up a book or newspaper you pompous BMW drivin', poodle totin', dumbasses! You hear me!!

Anyway, that's beside the point...let's be nice to all that come and partake in our joyous festivities. Hozho.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Canyon De Chelly



I'm not sure from what overlook I took these pictures but I hope that they will brighten up your day. It's an awesome feeling that there is a place somewhere that takes us away from our sometimes dismal worlds.

The House that Breeds Hate

Ain't it a Glorious day? All was right in the world, birds singing, sky is blue, wind was blowing, I had a a good day at work and I was actually nice to old people and small animals until I went to Wal-Mart. Let me put you in my shoes for this adventure.
At first you are thinking about shopping for the stuff you need and the only place to get that stuff is Wal-Mart. It's generally cheap, you can probably find it cheaper but you also need a jug of milk, fishing line, Moosehead, a box of crayons for the kids, and a pack of scibbies and driving all over the city would be much to expensive and time consuming. Wal-Mart = Convenience = Bullshit. Do the math. Anyway, the parking sucks because it's all backed up because some lazy dumbass wants to wait for the dude whose putting his recently bought shit in his car which happens to be close to the store front. You bite the bullet take the long walk to the store and then you are encountered by the super-Christian that wants to pray with you in middle of the fuckin' parking lot because you look like a super-heathen or you look like you can spare a few bucks, whatever. Next you grab a cart, the only one left and the damned thing has a busted wheel and a used diaper in it. Finally you get one, and it looks clean but it shakes and pulls to the right. Screw it, it's going to have to do. You look over at the cashiers, all clear, this should not take long. You reach into your pocket for your list..................................you forgot the list. At this point, you're cussing out loud and you flip-off a little kid who seems to find you amusing. It takes you 2 full hours to find all the stuff you thought you needed so much...now all your cart contains just a 30 pack of cheap yellow beer and the pack of scibbies because after this experience, that's really all you need. You're almost done. You get up to the front of the store to check out along with everybody else....and you happened to be behind a big fat lady with all her screaming kids and she's wearing the old lady perfume, y'know the rose smellin' kind, and she wants to pay with a fuckin' check. A CHECK! Now you are out of the store. All you want to do is drive home and veg with the fam. But no, there is a big redneck truck parked 12 inches from your car door. There is no justice. So you put everything in and you just want to key the insensitive prick's glossy finish and the dude comes back before you can exact the justice you so deserve. He gets in his truck and he just sits there....talking on his cell phone. Ok, you have no choice, you then halfway climb over your gear shift and then the asshole now decides to leave. You get out and get to the driver's side door and the super-Christian is back. All you can do is sneer and tell him to fuck off or you'll send him to Jesus sooner than he wants to. You get in and then you find out that you are low on gas and there's gum on your shoes and your awsome day now sucks. Can you relate? There should be a counseling center for Wal-Mart customers or at least a bar and strip-club.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Freshmen.....

A reponse that I made to another blog www.sweetcomplexity.blogspot.com
... I just recently graduated from NAU and I found that it seemed that all the Navajo students there to be rather obnoxious and vulgar.  I just think it's a sign of the times and some of us aren't ready to accept it.  But,of course, I was a much older classmate, to some I was old enough to be their "high school statistic" dad.  Well actually I was 32 when I graduated.  Anyway, I think the days of the quiet Navajo are numbered.  As society progress to be come more forthcoming and where repect is expected and not earned, these kids lose their place in the pecking order.  It's not their fault, they were just raised that way.  Even though you are 10 years younger than me, I think you just took a step in your parents shoes, if you know what I mean, and although you may have thought that would never happen but you were urked that some chump felt compelled to broadcast his cell phone conversation.  What makes it worse is that he was Navajo.  Out of character, right?  Something you would expect Kelly-from-Connecticut to do but not Herbert-from-Pinon.  I felt that we as indigneous peoples were always under a microscope when some thing happened.  Drunk driving, domestic violence, welfare, casinos, and Red Lake, Minnesota.  It's just we, as future Navajo professionals, to not allow our people to become more and more like the stereotyped indian, dumb, drunk, broke,and conquered.. And wearing turquois like Sammy Davis Jr. doesn't help.  Maybe I'm just an old fart yelling at kids, "get off my lawn!"...

I'm finding this to become more of a potential problem to our people.

"I love rap music, but I'm tired of defending it". -Chris Rock

She Could Weave....


This rug was woven by my late grandmother, shi' nali(my father's mother), Rachel Curley, completed in 1960. I'm sure if this rug could talk, the stories it would tell. The rug is displayed at Notah Dineh in Cortez, Colorado. I was fortunate to be able to have her weave a rug for me before she left.

Friday, April 15, 2005

The Tax Man Cometh

....the chump didn't take a damned thing. As a matter of fact, he owes me. I guess we'll get our country back one dollar at a time. Woo hoo, golf store here I come.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Car Pooling Sucks

I don't know who invented car pooling, but once I find out, I'm going to kick you straight in the ass. I guess it just evolved on me, all over me. Well, geez, gas prices better go down soon or I'm going to lose it. Y' know what, I remember when gas was about $0.60/gal. and my folks used to gripe about that. Now that prices are up, hell, way up, and my other car is in the shop, we have to resort to car pooling to go to work. A time for me. A time when I can listen to the my music, listen to TJ Trout, or sing my ass off because I am that good. Atime when I wind up to go to work. A time when I wind down from work. A time I plan for a cool time with my family. A time when I do my best thinking. Well, not anymore, they're all with me now. On volume 10. I love 'em to death, but I'm ready to eat them. I hope I get over it soon because I tend to wear my loathesome mood on my forehead.....,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.....Ok, we'll sing "Row, row, row your boat", again.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Tax Man is a coming

Well, crap. Tax day is getting closer and closer and I haven't finished them. Y'know, getting back a refund is nice and paying the MAN sucks but I wish that they would just take out what they need and be done with it. I just get fed up with having to do the dance each year and prove that I should not pay as much or that you idiots took out too much. Well I hope you bloggers are getting it done.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Redlake, Minnesota

Originally Posted on Tuesday, March 22, 2005

AllAboutCurley

Well, I've got start this somehow. Ideally, I'd like to start with something more upbeat than what had happened in the American Indian world. Yesterday, a youth of the Red Lake Chippewa Nation in Minnesota had gone to school armed with firearms that he took from his grandfather and shot, not only his grandfather, but his grandmother, a security guard manning the metal detector at the high school that he attends, a teacher, 5 fellow students, and ultimately his own cowardly self. What is wrong with this picture? Why? What had caused this child of ours to do such a terrible act? I know many people will say it's the guns that caused this, some will say it's the music that he listened to, it's the video games that he probably played, and others will say it's his upbringing that made him take the lives of others. Maybe he was just plain crazy. I, in now way, am trying to defend this kid for what he did. Pulling a trigger is the same thing as getting a candy bar from a candy machine, it takes thought and action. Why the dark wind blew through him must be understood though.
I remember back when I was a kid, my parents had never questioned my music or anything like that. They did, however, questioned my friends and who I was hanging out with, my where abouts, my activities, and how my day went. Every day. If I got in a fight at school, I'd tell them. If I got my ass kicked, they would ask me why. If I got a bad grade, I caught hell. If I got good marks, I was praised. I cannot lie though, in my high school years, I did a lot of stupid things that I'm not proud of, but I knew exactly what was right and wrong. I knew the consequences of my actions. I had parents to keep me in line. Every time.
This kid was angry for a reason and he took it out on lives he had taken. I'm going to tell you exactly what my thoughts are about this. He was never afraid of anything.........the electric chair.........prison.......the police......the principal........tribal elders.........his grandparents.......his parents.......God........Satan. Nothing. Without hesitation, after it all, he took his own life. Maybe I was wrong, he may have been afraid of prison. I'm not sure what he was afraid of. But he had the strength of pulling 2lbs of pressure 10 times to exact some kind of vengance against people at the school he attended. Why wasn't he afraid? Because nobody kicked his ass to keep in line. Didn't you feel fright when you know you did something wrong? Y'know when your dad finds out what you did? That feeling? He probably did a hundred things wrong and nobody was there to correct him. Nobody. Nobody, NOBODY was there for him when he wondered what was right or what was wrong. It takes love to be there for somebody. He didn't have it. Please, love your kids.............. and SHOW your love to your kids and everybody around you.. LOVE makes the world go around. Think about it. Please think about it, I might be wrong.

Understanding Engineers

This was emailed to me........all too true.

Understanding Engineers - Take One

Two engineering students crossing the campus when one said, "Where did you get such a great bike?" The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday minding my own business when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike. She threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, "Take what you want." The first engineer nodded approvingly, "Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn't have fit."

Understanding Engineers - Take Two

To the optimist, the glass is half full.
To the pessimist, the glass is half empty.
To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.

Understanding Engineers - Take Three

A pastor, a doctor and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers. The engineer fumed, "What's with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!" The doctor chimed in, "I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!" The pastor said, "Hey, here comes the greens keeper. Let's have a word with him." "Hi, George! Say, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?" The greens keeper replied, "Oh, yes, that's a group of blind fire-fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime." The group was silent for a moment. Then pastor said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight." The doctor said, "Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there's anything he can do for them." The engineer said, "Why can't these guys play at night?"

Understanding Engineers - Take Four

What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil Engineers?
Mechanical Engineers build weapons and Civil Engineers build targets.

Understanding Engineers - Take Five

The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?"
The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work?"
The graduate with an Accounting degree asks, "How much will it cost?"
The graduate with an Arts degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?"

Understanding Engineers - Take Six

"Normal people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it."
Engineers believe that "if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features yet."

Understanding Engineers - Take Seven

An architect, an artist and an engineer were discussing whether it was better to spend time with the wife or a mistress. The architect said he enjoyed time with his wife, building a solid foundation for an enduring relationship. The artist said he enjoyed time with his mistress, because of the passion and mystery he found there. The engineer said, "I like both." "Both?" "Yeah, if you have a wife and a mistress, they will each assume you are spending time with the other woman, and you can go to the lab and get some work done."

Understanding Engineers - Take Eight

An engineer was crossing a road one-day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket. The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week." The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want." Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket. Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess and that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?" The engineer said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Mental Stew and Fry Bread

I guess what I'd really like to do with this site is to pilot some kind of forum for topics that relate to the Dine' (Navajo) Nation, American Indian nations, native engineers, native professionals, or interests that persons can come hang out and knock heads. This is pretty broad as you can see, so if any of you have an idea, please spill it.