By Erin Sherbert
By Erin Sherbert
By Leif Haven
By Erin Sherbert
By Chris Roberts
By Kate Conger
By Brian Rinker
By Rachel Swan
I was very much impressed by Matt Smith's article on the rise and fall of LatinoNet ("Net Loss," Feb. 18). As an early member of LatinoNet, I was skeptical from the beginning about subscribership rates given the free sites that were blossoming online. I believe that Mr. Smith captures very well the tragic fall that was at the core of LatinoNet. In an age of rapid pluralization and technological transformation, there will never be one technology or one Web site or organization that speaks for Hispanic communities (or through which Hispanics can speak). It is a pity that LatinoNet learned this the hard way.
Fortunately, there are many new and excellent Web sites on which users can find a panoply of information on diverse topics. The Latino Institute's Latino Online project, for example, is a vibrant project that is attempting to provide training and content to Hispanics in Chicago.
Thanks again, Mr. Smith, for a splendid article.
Anthony Wilhelm, Ph.D.
Director of Information Technology Research
Tomas Rivera Policy Institute
Read My Letter, Dammit!
Since when does "Read my paper. Dammit." qualify as an "apparently random collection of syllables" ("Curse It, Leia!" Dog Bites, Feb. 25)?
Its meaning is pretty apparent to me. I would think professional journalists like yourselves should have the intellectual capacity to figure it out.
Maybe you're just sore because the Bay Guardian has terrific ads -- and you don't.
We Haven't Eaten Sushi Since We Saw Them
I kinda like the Guardian. [Editor's note: We'll disregard this part.] However the new ads with their publisher's face on them have turned me off ("Curse It, Leia!" Dog Bites). Especially the one with the food hanging out of his mouth.
Please Stop. You're Scaring Us.
Once in a rare while, something sacred and fleetingly astonishing happens in this gag-me-with-crap world. Nirvana was that. Nick Broomfield has to come along and turn it all into a creepy game show to "entertain us" 'cause "here we are now" ("Love Hate," Music, Feb. 25). Yes, everyone gets to express their point of view, but Broomfield also happens to be an insensitive, misogynistic, capitalistic vulture. If he thinks Ms. Love is fair game, guess what? He's fair game too. I look forward to kicking his ass good and hard if I ever run into him. Although to be honest, I really do have other things to do -- like sabotage the military-industrial complex.
Incidentally, the photograph of Kurt Cobain being used to advertise this film is a mournful and haunting one. I do not remember Kurt for being depressed, but for awakening a raging, screaming life within us; for liberating an unconstrainable universal force, and I am grateful as all fucking hell for that.
WARCRY Independent Cinema
Slamming Charles' Mom
Thanks for your report on the "Naked Poets Society" (Bay View, Feb. 18). I doubt any of your readers will notice none of the folks you quoted has been to this slam. I don't even mind the cheap shots against us local poets, or that it was biased against the S.F. Slam, I'm so desperate for anything to break the monotony of our "moribund local scene"! But, hey! Pick on your own mother!
Good for Connie Champagne! I read "Swing Low" (Riff Raff, Feb. 18) and was pleased to see that Connie finally left those swing poseurs, the New Morty Show. Now she can get back to doing what she does best -- singing. Too bad for the New Morty Show, though -- Connie was the real talent in that outfit.
In his review of the play Death of a Salesman ("History's Hold," Stage, Jan. 28), Michael Scott Moore misidentified the performer who played Helen in the Jewel Theater's Road to Mecca last year. That credit should have gone to Myrl Britton. Our apologies.