By Erin Sherbert
By Erin Sherbert
By Leif Haven
By Erin Sherbert
By Chris Roberts
By Kate Conger
By Brian Rinker
By Rachel Swan
Dressing the Part
Truly baring his sole: One should not confuse barefoot runners with those who demand the latest footwear fashion pretending to be barefoot ["Barefoot Botheration," Peter Jamison, Sucka Free City, 11/17]. When these people injure themselves, due to lack of feedback from true bare soles, they turn around and blame barefoot running, despite that their bare soles might never touch earth. And they thought the sensitivity in our bare soles was just a joke nature played on us? All those nerve endings provide sensory input, letting us know immediately, and emphatically, when we're not running the way we should be. To imprison our feet so we can continue to run unnaturally is dangerous. The long-term injuries resulting from this farce are much scarier than the occasional need to step around, or over sharp objects in our path (the reason for those other sensors, in our head, just below the forehead)!
Running with soles covered is senseless (literally blocking the good sense nature blessed us with); it allows us to run unaware of the injuries we are causing ourselves. Running barefoot is sensible — the senses in our bare soles teach us to run as gently and safely as possible. If it hurts to run barefoot, on most any surface, it isn't natural!
Barefoot Ken Bob
Clothes make the man, shoes make the man a tool: Most of the people who buy these ridiculous things are tools. Two most common varieties? 1. The overweight IT guy who matches them up with cargo pants and a witty T-shirt from T-Shirt Hell. He clearly does not run. Workouts are limited to his fingers as he furiously types on average 842 forum messages a day. 2. The androgynous female with a ponytail pulled through the back of her stupid nonbaseball baseball hat. Technically a woman, but without any defining characteristics — no makeup and mosquito-bite boobs mashed down by an unnecessary sports bra. Usually at the forefront of irritating social causes. Sorry, lady, those stupid shoes aren't going to help in yoga class.
Finding the Floor Underfoot
Remodeling an opera house brings new life into Bayview-Hunters Point: I am so happy to see these changes happening at the Bayview Opera House ["Refinished Business," Matt Smith, Column, 11/17]. Thanks so much to Barbara [Ockel] and her passion and vision. I have attended a number of events at the Opera House, and it has always felt warm and wonderful being there with the great folks who live in the Bayview.
As an artist at the nearby Hunters Point Shipyard Art Colony, I have also been an art teacher during a summer Family Arts Program run by Heidi Hardin, longtime arts programming person at the Opera House. I have observed how important it is to the surrounding neighborhood, and I am thrilled it is beginning to get attention from the broader San Francisco community. While I have enjoyed the plays there I, too, always wondered why there are not more musical performances. Maybe these will happen now that its beauty has been dusted off and revealed. Thank you.
New Spotlight, Same Clown
Not forgetting who Eliot Spitzer really is: By all means let him be a news clown on cable; that is his right as a citizen of this great country ["Governor's Ball," Melissa Anderson, Film, 11/17]. But he is still a self-serving, silver-spoon-born lawyer who abused his power and broke the law. He got off easy, and I wonder if his money is helping him rehabilitate his image.