Santa Fe's glimpse of the Revolutions International Theater Festival disolved the mystery behind the techniques and aesthetic of a grand Japanese form with humor,  and without degrading the elegance and traditionalism inherent in Kabuki.

Right now, the patio at the Cowgirl looks like an abandoned post-apocalyptic cityscape; bike racks all over town are empty and black ice still lurks on dark streets. But inside bars and clubs, the sound muffled by closed doors, people warm up with whiskey and dancing.

With its early hours and inexpensive menu, Sushi Land East positions itself as a quick-bite type of restaurant, the kind a few friends hit before a night on the town. It’s a stopover, rather than a destination in the evening and, for a lunch, a spot that’s great for a calming but fast out-of-the-office business meeting or a solo meal away from computers.

Warehouse 21 is all grown up, but that doesn't mean its many constituents need to be.

Sami Jaber moved to Santa Fe from the de facto Palestinian capital of Ramallah in 1995 and is dedicated to finding ways to create Peace between Palestine and Israel.

Sure, Javier Bardem and the Coen brothers won Oscars at the beginning of 2008 for No Country for Old Men. But the real film winner in 2008? New Mexico.

It was a pretty damn good year for music in this town. From the old faces of Caguama coming back to rock the Cowgirl on a Tuesday night to a great series of shows at CSF to the hip new underground scene that popped up on Second Street and off Airport Road, there was no reason to whine about a lack of anything to do.

In 2008, local artists looked toward their friends and gathered together to form a network of underground venues that used collaboration rather than capital to get art out there.

I rediscovered drone and have been freebasing it ever since.

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