No, thank you for your brilliant, perceptive letter: As a person with a disability who has worked in conjunction with SEIU on home-care issues since 1993, I have to say I am not too surprised by the relationship referenced in your article ["Partners in Slime," Matt Smith, June 30]. It's why (too often) that alliance with the union to further advocacy goals feels more like necessary evil than true coalition. Thanks for an honest, informative article.
We're mean: So you didn't like the new Jondi & Spesh record [OK Then, June 30]. Fair enough.
My question is: Why all the fanfare?
Let's see: You made them the cover story. Spent some money on fancy photography. Wrote a feature story on them. And dedicated lots of column inches toward them. And ripped on them the whole way.
It seems like a 50-word unfavorable review with all the other record reviews would have been a more logical editorial choice.
What baffles me further is this. The San Francisco music scene is starved for something -- ANYTHING -- interesting to happen in any genre of music that we can call our own. Basically, nothing even close to a new scene or any sort of energy has blossomed here since the Summer of Love. Right now, Omaha, Neb., is more happening musically than San Francisco. So when this potential glimmer of hope called Jondi & Spesh and their weekly party called "Qoöl" happens, you guys are there, right Johnny on the spot, to tell people it sucks.
Not helpful to anyone, folks.
But in your eyes, worth a feature.
Henry Joe Peterson
And bitter: I was surprised by the heavily bitter tone adopted by Garrett Kamps in his review of "Qoöl." It seems that Garrett has nothing more egregious to accuse "Qoöl" of than that its crowd has a good time.
How is a party so bad when it's "aglow with good vibes"? How is it a negative thing that "well-dressed party veterans," "worker-bee types," and "oddballs" coexist happily?
"Friendly" and "inclusive" must be bad words in Garrett's world.
Could be a wing thing: For a supposedly left-wing, progressive newspaper, the Weekly sure does seem to attract quite a few right-wing reactionary readers, judging by the irate letters I've been seeing in the Letters section lately. What's up with that?
Hey, all you Reagan-lovin', pro-Bush, pro-war Republican types! What are you all, masochists? Why read something you know is going to upset you?
Stick to watching television and leave the Weekly to us commie-pinko subversive types. See, I know how to be sarcastic, too!
It was all the ellipses that threw us off track: Night Crawler did a story on dodgeball and about what appears to be a small group who plays some games here in S.F. ["Ball of Shame," June 30]. I've never heard of these guys ... and I've looked! Anyway, Night Crawler totally overlooked SF Dodgeball ... and we've been e-mailing and faxing SF Weekly about us for a while now. After all ... we have over 300 people on our roster ... so it's not like we're not worth mentioning. Right??? Big-time props to the guys Night Crawler did write about -- but hey ... why not let folks know they can come out to play with us, too?
After all, SF Dodgeball hosts weekly games that draw a diverse assemblage of participants, ranging from executives, yuppies, and professionals to slackers, punk rockers, hipsters, and assorted goofballs ... basically SF Weekly's readership.
... and hey, you don't need a rocket arm or Matrix-like agility to succeed in SF Dodgeball, either. All it takes is two arms, two legs, a decent warm-up, and some enthusiasm!
And we print these kinds of letters, just to remind ourselves: Wonderful writing ... and not simply because your opinion of Buddy echoes mine ["That'll Be the Day," Stage, June 16]. Your review is informative and lighthearted. If I hadn't already seen Buddy, I'd purchase tickets based upon your review alone. Bravo!