Music editor Lee Gardner responds: We made plans to ask a wide variety of local musicians for their local heroes. Of course, we couldn't ask everyone. Some we couldn't track down in time. Some didn't return our calls and some said they would participate and we never heard from them again. Some gave us their responses in a timely fashion, and we printed them. As any musician we quoted or their local heroes would surely tell you, you can't please everyone.
Don't "Do It"
Thank you for Wiley Hall III's insightful, incisive article encouraging young people to keep their pants on (Urban Rhythms, July 25). No one has ever advocated a safe-smox campaign, where children can go to a clinic to get free cigarettes (filtered, of course) and be taught how to smoke in an effort to reduce lung disease. The message has been clear, straightforward, and powerful: DON'T SMOKE! No one has ever advocated a safe-drinx campaign, where children can go somewhere and get free beer and be taught how to drink responsibly in an effort to reduce alcoholism. The message has been clear, straightforward, and powerful: DON'T DRINK!
Let's stop advocating a failed safe-sex campaign and have a clear, straightforward, and powerful message about sexual activity: WAIT! When a child practices abstinence she is guaranteeing herself not to have to be confronted with choices about disease, pregnancy, parenting, adoption, or abortion--all of which are extremely difficult choices. That goes for guys too!
Let's empower our children with the strategy guaranteed to succeed. Let's not confuse them with mixed messages. Let's be there for them when they make a mistake and need care. Let's not put them at risk in the first place with ineffective methods.
Executive Director, Greater Baltimore Crisis Pregnancy Center
I want to thank Mike Guiliano for his thoughtful and thorough Artscape review (Gallery, July 18). In a town where arts coverage is very limited and uninspired, Mr. Guiliano and City Paper are a welcome relief. Keep up the good work.
Having lived in a family where we didn't know what my father did at work (he could never talk about the top-secret projects he did for the government), and having lived for 10 years about five miles from Site R, Fort Ritchie, and Camp David in northern Frederick County--we used to joke that if someone needed to hit those targets they should just aim for our house--I found your article "The End of the World as We Knew It" (July 18, www.citypaper. com/2001-07-18/feature.html) enlightening.
If you consider all the energy and money spent studying, predicting, planning, and constructing the vast survival structures for our elected officials that we know about, and then consider what we probably don't know about other projects, defensive or offensive, having some relation to the Cold War, it seems that the government should refund us all a lot more than the pittance President Bush has proposed. Let's see, with compounding interest that should equal . . .
It has always seemed interesting to me that if the public really knew what goes on behind closed doors in Congress and the Pentagon, we wouldn't want to give them our money to fund such ridiculous programs in the first place. My question about the Cold War has always been whether our country used the idea of a Cold War to further spending for these projects. (There's a lesson for today in this as well. Missiles and underground bunkers don't come cheap.
On behalf of dog people everywhere, I would like to ask Wiley Hall III a question (you can ask a dog person for help if you get stuck on the big words): Who but a desperately lonely, slack-jawed evolutionary weak link would seek affection and companionship in an animal that is likely to flee its owner's presence and show nothing but disdain for its existence (Urban Rhythms, July 11)? Cats revel in the destruction of home furnishings and enjoy nothing more than fouling the air of their owners' homes by being too contemptuous to even go outside and relieve themselves.
Meanwhile, my dog lives for the moment I walk in the door. She demonstrates loyalty that eclipses any human manifestation of the word and would gladly give her life so that I might live. Now that's a companion.
Susan Fradkin and her friend C.C. (whoever that is) are bad news! They use their so-called press privileges to eat and drink at various restaurants, only to submit poor, tasteless, and negative reviews. It is obvious they have no class and no taste for good food or wine, not to mention the finer things in life (i.e. art, music, or literature). They haven't a clue. No doubt she cleans her plate, but she talks shit about the chef--ha, some critic!
It also appears that these girls are 'hood rats! They have never traveled anywhere except to the suburbs to eat McDonald's, Burger King, and Popeyes Chicken, yet they come to the city to visit nice restaurants and cafés and write exaggerated, crude reviews in City Paper as if they were master chefs. Is that why City Paper is free, because it condones bullshit columns like hers? Ugh! C'mon, City Paper can do better than that! Susan is a reputable 'hood rat, and a con artist for free food and drink!
The restaurants in Baltimore deserve better and surely can and will do without columns like Belly Up. Furthermore, Susan and her friends are one of the main reasons why there are rules of conduct and dress codes in upscale places of business. The sign should read no shoes, no shirts, no 'hood rats, no service!
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