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January, 2004

Vol.5. NO.1.......................................................Pages 6 and 7


Excertped From

Armada of Terror Heading Towards British Ports and Oil Rigs

By Gordon Thomas

Britain’s North Sea oil rigs and costal refineries are prime targets for Al Qaeda’s fleet of twenty-eight ships. The vessels are feared to contain suicide bombers and cargoes of explosives and poisons, including anthrax. Code-named “Operation Noble Eagle,” the ships are being hunted in the biggest sea search since the Royal Navy tracked and sank the Nazi raider, Bismark, and the pocket battleship, Graf Spee, in World War Two.

Recently, “important information” was gathered by US officials from some of the nine British terrorist suspects held at Camp Delta on Guantanamo Bay. They agreed to talk to MI6 and CIA agents in return for a guarantee that they will be sent back to Britain to face trial. Three of the detainees at Camp Delta provided “hard details” about the bin Laden fleet. They identified their countries of registration, the flags that they fly under and the names of their ships. A senior US Navy intelligence officer helping to hunt Al Qaeda’s armada said: “Oil rigs and refineries are at their highest risk since 9/11. We have good information that some of the bin Laden boats are carrying high powered speedboats. These could be launched off shore with a thousand pounds of explosives on board. Their suicide crew could ram them into an oil rig or refinery.”

Articles also available on weblog - http://www.globe-intel.net/weblog, e-mail Gordon Thomas at gthomas@indigo.ie

 

 

 



 

Good Sayings

Friends don’t let friends take home ugly men
Starboard, Dewey Beach, DE (Women’s restroom)

Beauty is only a light switch away.
Perkins Library, Duke University

If life is a waste of time, and time is a waste of life, then let’s all get wasted together and have the time of our lives.
Armand’s Pizza, Washington, DC

Remember, it’s not, “How high are you?” it’s, “Hi, how are you?”
Rest stop off Route 81, West Virginia

Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
The Bayou, Baton Rouge, LO

No matter how good she looks, some other guy is sick and tired of putting up with her shit.
Linda’s Bar and Grill, Chapel Hill, NC (Men’s Room)

At the feast of ego everyone leaves hungry.
Bentley’s House of Coffee and Tea, Tucson, AZ

It’s hard to make a comeback when you haven’t been anywhere.
Written in the dust on the back of a bus, Wickenburg, AZ

Make love, not war.  Hell, do both—GET MARRIED!
The Filling Station, Bozeman, MT(Women’s restroom)

If voting could really change things, it would be illegal.
Revolution Books, New York.

If pro is opposite of con, then what is the opposite of progress? Congress!
House of Representatives, Washington, DC (Men’s restroom)

Express Lane: Five beers or less
Sign over one of the urinals, Ed Debevic’s, Phoenix, AZ

You’re too good for him.
Sign over mirror in Women’s restroom, Ed Debevic’s, Beverly Hills,CA.

No wonder you always go home alone.
Sign over mirror in Men’s restroom, Ed Debevic’s, Beverly Hills,CA

A Woman’s Rule of Thumb: If it has tires or testicles,
you’re going to have trouble with it.
Women’s restroom, Dick’s Last Resort, Dallas, TX

 


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Taking Over the World

Movie Making in New Mexico
Hungry Ghosts and Living
by Ron Ramsey

I had to see for myself.

After writing about its process for over a year, from Imagine Productions taking over Garson Studios in November ’02 to the invitation only showing in Santa Fe November ’03,  I finally caught “The Missing” last week on the big screen. It was Ron Howard, I had high hopes.

Argh! What a  horrible movie to look at.  My jaws hurt from clenching my teeth for two hours. All that money, all that talent, all that work, yet they still somehow made New Mexico, and Cate Blanchett look grim and ugly. 

I’m not here to pile on another bad review of “The Missing.”  There are plenty
of those.  I’m after bigger game, to ponder a paradox, to ask a question that has bugged me for 14 years, ever since I worked as an extra on the loathsome “Young Guns 2.”  The question is: Why, when these big time filmmakers come to work in New Mexico, are the movies they make here consistently wretched?

Screenwriter William Goldman wrote in his book:  “There are three types of movies.  Those that try to be good and succeed, those that try to be good and fail, and those that have no intention of being any good.  Most movies fall in the last category.” 

Let’s not concern ourselves with the third category type—movies like Ravenhawk, Kickboxer 4, Suspect Zero, Santa Fe, drivel of that ilk.  Plenty of those have been made in New Mexico. 

Kickboxer 4 would make a terrific case study for practitioners of alternative healing.  How to restore the Chi of a person whose life force had been completely sucked out after watching Kickboxer 4. If the Devil ever comes to your door, invite her in to watch K4.  She’ll never bother you again.

Of course, there is the special case of the movie that had the audacity to be titled Santa Fe. Written and directed by Andrew Shea, who apparently lived here for 6 months, hated everything about it. Naturally, he had to make a movie.   If you ever rent Santa Fe, be sure to have your acupuncturist and hypnotherapist on call ahead of time. If you ever meet Andrew Shea, kick him in the ass.

 Ron Howard makes decent movies.  The Paper, Backdraft, Apollo 13.  Nothing great, but fun, very watchable.  Then he comes to Santa Fe, with his fine reputation, stellar cast, and a budget big enough to add a new lane to Cerrillos Road.  What he turns out is the grotesque: The Missing. 

Lawrence Kasdan’s credentials are impeccable. Body Heat, Grand Canyon, The Big Chill.  He came to New Mexico with a big cast, big ideas, and big money, what we got was a big nothing: Wyatt Earp. In Arizona that summer, at the exact same moment in a parallel universe, they made Tombstsone for a quarter of the money in half the time.  A much better movie of essentially the same story.

The lovable John Carpenter made the wonderful Starman,  and the dark fun Halloween.  Put him in New Mexico and he cranks out the misogynist monstrosity Vampires.  Or the deadly dull Ghosts of Mars.

What happens? 

Is it because they make these westerns?  Are westerns a dead genre?  No. Clint Eastwood made the fine Unforgiven in 1992.  Dances With Wolves was another good film. Westerns aren’t the problem.

Is it the rarefied air of New Mexico that befogs the brains of the out-of-staters?  That may be, but I perceive something else at work.

It is something as simple as saying grace before a meal, honoring the food and where it came from.  In the opening scene of Last of the Mohicans, Hawkeye shoots a deer, his Indian father, Chingachgook, stands over the slain animal and intones a blessing, honoring the deer’s spirit and bravery, thanking it for being their food.

It is the same with the land.  If you honor the spirit and the energy of the place, you will learn something, and get something in return.

When P.J. O’Rourke wrote about Las Vegas, Nevada, he talked about the history of the land, which had always been strange.  Tales of tribes that vanished overnight.  He wrote:  “It was as if the land itself demanded that a city like Las Vegas be built on it.”

What does Santa Fe demand?  Perhaps the movie makers come to New Mexico with preconceived ideas, ideas that don’t fit in here. Well, how could they know?  No one ever taught them. What if the very land itself has dreams, what if those dreams have nothing to do with movies? 

If film makers want to shoot on Zia Pueblo, before they begin they are required to have someone do a ritual, honoring the spirit of the place. That’s a start. 

The mountains, the trees, the crows, were all here long before we came.  The mountains send down our water, the trees give us wisdom, the crows keep the Sacred Law.  Perhaps we are here only because of their grace.

If I was a movie big shot coming to New Mexico, I might take the Zen approach of Beginner’s Mind.  As if I knew nothing.  Even before I signed and sealed the deal, I might take a walk in those mountains, sit silently to declare my intent, and ask the spirits what they require.

Maybe I’d leave a copy of my script and some scraps of meat in a place where the crows gather.  Find out what they think.

“All calculations based on our experiences elsewhere fail in New Mexico.’’                —Lew Wallace  Governor, NM Territories 1878-1881

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Inside This Issue

About the Cover....... 3

Ad Sales Person Wanted.... 2

Armada of Terror...... 6

Book Reviews............... 15

Gathering: The Sacred Breath...... 5

GE-Free Northern California. 4

Good Sayings6

Homeless Assistance Monies......

Inside the Camper Shell............... 10

Local Organic Profiles... 12

Mad Cow Disease... 11

Movie Making in NM...... 7

No Child Left Behind..... 1

North Central NM Events 3

Pregnancy Q and A...... 15

Testing Faith............... 14

Urban Legend............... 14

What Bush Wants, Bush Gets........ 14

“What Does Love Mean?”.... 8

Why Can Tattoos Kill............... 11

 

 

 

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