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Amateur? Delicious!
I was taken aback by Wendy Cryingwolf’s letter (June 4) saying how much she loathed Thomas Lux’s article about the Zirk Ubu Circus: “Bless this crew of visionaries, joy-bringers, and nutcakes!” (June 20). She claimed the story was “abominable,” “condescending,” “erratic, disjointed, grammatically incorrect,” and “amateur drivel.”
Huh? It was an absolutely delicious, warmly human, celebratory, vivid and entertaining article; a masterful piece of intimate and loving journalism. Obviously Lux admired everything about the Zirk Ubu troupe and their freewheeling performances. His quick sketches of troupe’s members and of the audience at the performance he participated in were a delight. Cryingwolf’s comments weren’t just off the mark, they were off the wall. The only word that comes to mind is nutcake!
By the way, for those readers who are interested, Lux is one of America’s most highly regarded poets: like that wonderful article in the Reader, his poems are lively, fast-paced, evocative, idiosyncratic, sizzling with energy, full of heart, and highly readable.
Steve Kowit
via email
No More War Zone
If Pinto Canyon is a “war zone,” why doesn’t the Border Patrol close it off and deport the aliens using it (“Stay Away From Pinto Canyon,” Cover Story, June 4)? Where does all my money go if the green suits can’t get the job done? I am sick of all these border issues that have been going on for years. Put National Guard with real weapons on the border and stop this nonsense. Close the border and deport 25 million aliens — now.
Brent Boyd
via email
Croquet Mom
Thanks so much for your two great articles about Ben (“Rothman Rules,” Sporting Box, June 4). I can’t get our local paper or the S.F. papers to pick any of it up! They say nobody is interested in croquet. As Ben’s mom I am hardly objective, but I know this game can be fun for people from young to very old, and for people with aerobic challenges or other issues, and is a game of high intellectual skill as well as hand-eye coordination skill. Ben is hoping to change the fact that it is so little known but, as you know, after seeing a match it is hard to follow without help. But all other sports have commentators, and they do that in England (and probably other places where croquet is of interest).
Your paper is one of the select few that have ever given croquet a line! This year the Ellsworth American had an award for the most articles written about croquet. They recently also did a bit on Ben. Thank you again.
Arlyss Anderson Rothman
via email
Almost Wonderful
I don’t usually read Naomi Wise because the few times I’ve read her she’s given four stars to terrible restaurants, like that fish place on India Street that serves you on plastic plates. In today’s Reader (June 4), she writes about some place down by Horton Plaza, and she says that it has white tablecloths, and right across from that paragraph is a picture of a couple eating at a table and they don’t have tablecloths. They’ve got little placemats. She says “the tables wear white tablecloths.”
I like “Tin Fork” — I think he’s the greatest — and I read Don Bauder and “Straight From the Hip.” I’m not surprised that you’re the biggest alternative newspaper in the country. I think you’re wonderful.
Charles Edmonds
aka Downtown Charlie
Grandma’s Happy
I wish to give Bill Manson an A-plus on his timely cover story (“You’re Standing Right Next to Me,” May 28). He struck gold with this concerned grandmother. It was a great piece of writing.
Barbara Henriksen
La Mesa
Tweet Bleat
Regarding “Tweeterdee and Tweeterdum” (“Sporting Box,” May 21).
Your recent article on the Twitter craze presents a biased and unfair perspective into the most recent social trend. Your claims contain irrelevant quotations attacking athletes, actors, and coaches. You used examples from Jake Peavy’s Twitter page in order to further validate your point of the website being a useless “social networking stop.” It is quite convenient that you choose to exploit individuals who have written various submissions without any representation to the population that uses the site as a regular writer-driven site. Bits and pieces of absurd personal information were taken out of context to create a distorted view of a popular new trend. Our individualistic society has already distanced itself from one another because of differences in our own country and beliefs. What type of person would so harshly criticize a social networking site that brings people together, regardless of the variety in content. Any type of social interconnectedness for our society is good, so why not let the twitterers Twitter and let the readers read.
Charlie Whitney
SDSU student
Star Stink
I went to see the film The Limits of Control mainly because Duncan Shepherd gave it two stars (Movie Review, May 21). I would have awarded it the black circle. For all the life in the characters, the director could have used cardboard cutouts. In fact, I found myself studying the labels on the cardboard matchboxes that were passed to the protagonist, as they were more interesting than the scenes, the emptiness of which were matched only by the puerile philosophizing of the actors, which, unfortunately, constitutes most of the scant dialogue. In the climax, the assassin penetrates a heavily guarded house “by using my imagination.” With this line the writer-director cheats the audience out of the last hope of some drama because he clearly has no imagination himself. Bad call, Duncan.
Andrew Crane
via email
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Amateur? Delicious!
I was taken aback by Wendy Cryingwolf’s letter (June 4) saying how much she loathed Thomas Lux’s article about the Zirk Ubu Circus: “Bless this crew of visionaries, joy-bringers, and nutcakes!” (June 20). She claimed the story was “abominable,” “condescending,” “erratic, disjointed, grammatically incorrect,” and “amateur drivel.”
Huh? It was an absolutely delicious, warmly human, celebratory, vivid and entertaining article; a masterful piece of intimate and loving journalism. Obviously Lux admired everything about the Zirk Ubu troupe and their freewheeling performances. His quick sketches of troupe’s members and of the audience at the performance he participated in were a delight. Cryingwolf’s comments weren’t just off the mark, they were off the wall. The only word that comes to mind is nutcake!
By the way, for those readers who are interested, Lux is one of America’s most highly regarded poets: like that wonderful article in the Reader, his poems are lively, fast-paced, evocative, idiosyncratic, sizzling with energy, full of heart, and highly readable.
Steve Kowit
via email
No More War Zone
If Pinto Canyon is a “war zone,” why doesn’t the Border Patrol close it off and deport the aliens using it (“Stay Away From Pinto Canyon,” Cover Story, June 4)? Where does all my money go if the green suits can’t get the job done? I am sick of all these border issues that have been going on for years. Put National Guard with real weapons on the border and stop this nonsense. Close the border and deport 25 million aliens — now.
Brent Boyd
via email
Croquet Mom
Thanks so much for your two great articles about Ben (“Rothman Rules,” Sporting Box, June 4). I can’t get our local paper or the S.F. papers to pick any of it up! They say nobody is interested in croquet. As Ben’s mom I am hardly objective, but I know this game can be fun for people from young to very old, and for people with aerobic challenges or other issues, and is a game of high intellectual skill as well as hand-eye coordination skill. Ben is hoping to change the fact that it is so little known but, as you know, after seeing a match it is hard to follow without help. But all other sports have commentators, and they do that in England (and probably other places where croquet is of interest).
Your paper is one of the select few that have ever given croquet a line! This year the Ellsworth American had an award for the most articles written about croquet. They recently also did a bit on Ben. Thank you again.
Arlyss Anderson Rothman
via email
Almost Wonderful
I don’t usually read Naomi Wise because the few times I’ve read her she’s given four stars to terrible restaurants, like that fish place on India Street that serves you on plastic plates. In today’s Reader (June 4), she writes about some place down by Horton Plaza, and she says that it has white tablecloths, and right across from that paragraph is a picture of a couple eating at a table and they don’t have tablecloths. They’ve got little placemats. She says “the tables wear white tablecloths.”
I like “Tin Fork” — I think he’s the greatest — and I read Don Bauder and “Straight From the Hip.” I’m not surprised that you’re the biggest alternative newspaper in the country. I think you’re wonderful.
Charles Edmonds
aka Downtown Charlie
Grandma’s Happy
I wish to give Bill Manson an A-plus on his timely cover story (“You’re Standing Right Next to Me,” May 28). He struck gold with this concerned grandmother. It was a great piece of writing.
Barbara Henriksen
La Mesa
Tweet Bleat
Regarding “Tweeterdee and Tweeterdum” (“Sporting Box,” May 21).
Your recent article on the Twitter craze presents a biased and unfair perspective into the most recent social trend. Your claims contain irrelevant quotations attacking athletes, actors, and coaches. You used examples from Jake Peavy’s Twitter page in order to further validate your point of the website being a useless “social networking stop.” It is quite convenient that you choose to exploit individuals who have written various submissions without any representation to the population that uses the site as a regular writer-driven site. Bits and pieces of absurd personal information were taken out of context to create a distorted view of a popular new trend. Our individualistic society has already distanced itself from one another because of differences in our own country and beliefs. What type of person would so harshly criticize a social networking site that brings people together, regardless of the variety in content. Any type of social interconnectedness for our society is good, so why not let the twitterers Twitter and let the readers read.
Charlie Whitney
SDSU student
Star Stink
I went to see the film The Limits of Control mainly because Duncan Shepherd gave it two stars (Movie Review, May 21). I would have awarded it the black circle. For all the life in the characters, the director could have used cardboard cutouts. In fact, I found myself studying the labels on the cardboard matchboxes that were passed to the protagonist, as they were more interesting than the scenes, the emptiness of which were matched only by the puerile philosophizing of the actors, which, unfortunately, constitutes most of the scant dialogue. In the climax, the assassin penetrates a heavily guarded house “by using my imagination.” With this line the writer-director cheats the audience out of the last hope of some drama because he clearly has no imagination himself. Bad call, Duncan.
Andrew Crane
via email