ONE FOR THE AGES
The punk culture which your magazine promotes has not only damaged American society, it has tarnished Americas reputation. I believe it was partly in response to such celebration of ugliness that the attacks of September 11 were conducted. Therefore, you and your colleagues at the L.A. Weekly are war criminals as great as Saddam Hussein.
Look at the filth my daughter was tested on in school (attached). She was tested on a lecture the professor gave entitled The Aesthetic Uses of the Sordid. The professor wears rings pierced through her eyebrows and dyes her hair purple and black. This stuff is as bad as anything John Waters did.
Congratulations, youve helped filth go mainstream. In total disgust,
February 7, 2002
Question No. 5
Review the following three passages.
He [Leopold Bloom] looked into a mirror. He saw a small blemish on his lower right chin. He placed it between his forefingers and squeezed. A long, thin stream of fetid sebum came rushing out into the crisp, oxidizing air.
Ulysses, by James Joyce
Foul and fulsome fell farts from Fafnir.
Loud and long they lay among the lowly.
Obstreperous and obnoxious, obscene yet obvious,
They nosed, noisome and noisy, among the Nibelungs.
Four kinds of sebum can be differentiated by gross, palpable characteristics.
1. White, greasy, opaque and mephitic.
2. Yellow, waxy, opaque,
3. Gray, waxy, translucent,
4. Bright white with a bluish tinge, soft, opaque, aerobic,
Clinical Dermatology, by A.R. Small
Describe how the aesthetically repugnant material in each passage has been
used to affect the reader.
[handwritten and accompanied by check mark indicating student has answered correctly]
The first passage is dispassionate, descriptive & objective.
The second is intended to disgust the reader.
The third is intended to educate the reader.
Re: Judith Lewis Why Do You Think They Call It Propaganda [February 814]. The two Super Bowl ads run by the presidents Office of National Drug Control Policy were an insult to logic, a lie and a gross waste of money. The fact is that the only connection between drugs and terrorism is prohibition, for which the government is responsible.
The time has come to hold politicians responsible as accessories to terrorism. Ask your congressman or senator this question: Do you support drug prohibition because it finances criminals at home, or because it finances terrorists abroad?
I think theres more to the story than Judith Lewis relates. It comes as no surprise that the Office of National Drug Control Policy would attempt to make a connection between their failed war on drugs and the newest game in town, the war on terrorism. In reality, far more funding for terrorism flows from legal oil interests than from anything related to illegal drugs or the black markets surrounding them. Most of the al Qaeda members in captivity are from Saudi Arabia, not a country with a history of drug trafficking in any respect, and bin Ladens money came from oil.
The story here was not the ONDCP commercials and the millions of taxpayer dollars wasted during the Super Bowl, but how a government bureaucrat named John Walters funneled over $3 million directly to one of the far rights most ardent supporters, K. Rupert Murdoch, who, by all reports, was having trouble selling advertising time on Fox TV during the Super Bowl. Walters to the rescue with his bizarre, nonsensical drug ads. Another political payoff financed by the American taxpayer, pure and simple.
BALANCE OR BUST
Re: Ben Ehrenreichs Busting Unions [February 814]. Im concerned about the implications of this article for the environmental groups (PIRG, Sierra Club, Greenpeace) who rely on the Fund for Public Interest Research to do citizen outreach. I wonder, though, what the funds side of the story is, as no one from there is quoted in the article. I prefer more balanced reporting even if I am sympathetic to the plight of the workers.
Madison, Wisconsin â
WITH FRIENDS LIKE JACK . . .
Re: At Canters: Mary and Me [A Considerable Town, February 814]. Yellow. Thats the color that comes to mind when I read Jack Spiegelmans article reviewing his lunchtime banter with a (former, Im sure) friend. Yellow also seems an apt descriptor for the L.A. Weekly for printing it. Is this the future of reality journalism? Must we sink to Jerry Springer-izing or should I say Spiegelman-izing everything to make it entertaining?
Please dont buy me lunch, Jack. The price is too dear.
MORE IS MORE
Thanks to Paul Cullum for the article suggesting a deluxe DVD release of Apocalypse Now Redux [Redux Deluxe, February 814]. Everything he mentioned should be included, in addition to a directors commentary from Francis Coppola. (His commentary for the Godfather DVDs has me convinced that awards should be given out for such extras; perhaps a statuette of Michelangelos DaViD). Throw in Eleanor Coppolas documentary, Hearts of Darkness, to round out a three-disc package. Id gladly pay 75 bucks for all that.
RICH MEETS PO
Thank you for featuring two of my favorite food writers, Jonathan Gold and Michelle Huneven, in your Winter Restaurants 2002 supplement [February 814]. Their witty responses will be my guide to future restaurant selections.
The restaurant guide with Jonathan Gold and Michelle Huneven confirmed why I am so disturbed by that woman, and have been since she started at the Weekly. Where Mr. Gold will scour L.A.s diverse communities for a good meal, Huneven wouldnt know her way off Santa Monica Boulevard (not east of La Brea, of course) if you gave her a compass, a map and directions. Whats she afraid of? Maybe you all have told her not to go off the beaten path, as Gold does. Whatever the case, when I lived in the Crenshaw area, I found your paper alienating to say the least. Hey, absent Erin Aubry Kaplan, leaving the Westside is not something you folks like to do.
Your otherwise excellent Winter Restaurants 2002 guide was severely blemished by Michelle Hunevens unfortunate cop-out on the significant subject of po boy sandwiches. The Gumbo Pot? Ye gods, Michelle, isnt that kind of like saying Dominos is a pretty good place for pizza? If the amazing po boys at Uncle Darrows and Stevies on the Strip were too obscure for you, you might at least have given a shout-out to the reliably excellent sandwiches at Harold & Bells.