New Mexico State University

January 2007. Pistol Pete, who stole your weaponry? Pity the rugged rancher who is limited to a short range, if ultimately more useful, length of rope! Oh, what's this? They were under a haystack of pro-cartoon-firearm complaints the whole time! Well then, back to business as usual.
When NMSU brought their logo into the 21st century, they also took away their mascot's pair of six shooters. It wasn't long before they were restored. I am all for tradition over rampant political correctness - kids couldn't get a working gun that looks like that if they tried - but in this case, the lasso logo was better balanced. Pete looks kind of awkward now, like he is falling forward (perhaps he drew too late?) and will be goin' down shootin'.
The rocks glass is great, the first in this set. The weight and handfeel is top notch and the curved-in rim makes it unique although the printed design is nothing special. Las Cruces looked so sad when I passed through, covered in mist and fog. Don't get me wrong, the school looked put together but if Las Cruces was a face, it sincerely needed a shave. Is that part of its charm? I'm no New Mexican and will probably be only a tenth of one on my manliest days.

University of New Mexico

25 Aug 2006. This is where the CCP starts to get interesting. It takes on a tinge of adventure, for the what in the name of the Hogwaller Ramblers am I doing in New Mexico? (There's a New Mexico now?) The good folks in Albuquerque can try all they might to show off their fine town as a real city with real city services like libraries and aquariums, but we all know their state is basically America's Mongolia. Big. Barren. Where wildlife die of thirst before they can make it to the interstate to commit suicide and where suburban-raised people curl up and bawl. UNM's campus, devoid of much botanical life, is still striking with its brilliant red and tan buildings. The energetic student population took over all the inner campus roads. They will take a bite out of your bumper and stuff your exhaust pipe with your lips, watch out. The tall ceilinged bookstore is big like the rest of the state, so all visitors can stay kicking distance away from each other. Unfortunately there were no cups with its flesh rippin' wolf mascot on it. A buoyant plastic stadium cup will have to do. I entered New Mexico...a boy...and left...no, barely escaped...a man. With frunky cactus breath.