Letters to the Editor

From the week of April 29, 2004

Chris Murphy

Research and Destroy Mission

He Blue it: Regarding Drunk of the Week, in the April 22 issue:

Patrick Osborn must have been drunk for the last I don't-know-how-long not to know that the Blue Line's location was not "most recently a Le Peep." I can't even remember how long ago that building was a Le Peep; it's possible that it was as much as ten years ago. Its most recent "unsuccessful permutation," much to my chagrin, was a second outlet of Tacos Jalisco; prior to that, it was a string of other not-so-memorable Mexican restaurants. And, if my memory serves me correctly, the building also sat vacant for an extended period of time. Patrick ought to spend less time drinking himself into oblivion and more time doing real research on his articles to ensure that they are accurate.

On a side note, I agree with him that the Blue Line is a great hockey bar and a great addition to southeast Denver's sports bar scene. Oh, and if he ever runs into me there, he'll be surprised to find out that I can talk hockey, football, baseball and college lacrosse probably better than he can -- and more coherently, I'm sure. If he has to stoop to immature locker-room behavior because a girl can't talk about sports, then I'm surprised to read that he even has a girlfriend.

Krystn Rennick

Get Your Bass Out of Here

The tooth hurts: In Jason Sheehan's review of Junz ("Something's Fishy," April 15), he referred to the so-called Chilean sea bass by its true name of Patagonian toothfish. I thank him for his up-front assessment of why toothfish is on restaurant menus, but Sheehan should have added another adjective to his description of the toothfish: endangered.

The world's oceans are heavily overfished. The ocean-fishing industry has become incredibly efficient at catching anything that swims. As various fish species become overfished, sometimes to the point of near extinction, the fishing industry simply switches to different species and promptly overfishes those as well. This is happening to the toothfish. Toothfish take a long time to grow and mature, and while they can weigh up to 200 pounds, commercial fleets are catching and keeping toothfish that weigh only twenty pounds -- in other words, juvenile fish that may not have even had a chance to reproduce. In addition to improving their public acceptance, calling them Chilean sea bass may be a way to avoid publicity about their endangered status. Harvesting of toothfish also kills tens of thousands of ocean birds annually.

I respectfully suggest that Westword's readers choose not to eat "Chilean sea bass" at restaurants that offer it.

Peter Gross

Brazil nut: You have to love the writing ability of Jason Sheehan in the April 22 "Bye-Bye, Brazil." Yammer about nothing for half the page, then a restaurant review of Tucanos Brazilian Grill.

Ryan Fagan
via the Internet

An Open and Shut-Up Case

Silence is golden: Regarding Bill Gallo's "None Like It Lame," in the April 15 issue:

I trust Gallo's take on Connie and Carla. Perhaps, though, instead of dressing as Norman Bates from Psycho, Tony Curtis could reprise his screen role as The Boston Strangler. This may be a role more effective in silencing someone.

Mark Tyler

Copy This!

Personal best: I just read Michael Paglia's brief review of my work in the April 8 Artbeat. I am extremely offended that Michael implied I copy Mark Brasuell's work. The drawings I did were very personal, were my images. The only resemblances were that the drawings were large and had grommets. My use of grommets has more to do with my financial resources than aesthetics. With this show I felt I had found a voice and couldn't wait to continue. And I will, despite Michael's facile, shallow observations.

Jane Davis

The Alone Ranger

Park and chide: I try to be a live-and-let-live guy, but the aggressive gay cruising in Adams County that David Holthouse reported on in his "Cruisin' for a Bustin'," first published in the February 26 issue, cannot be allowed to continue. In less than two years, I've experienced problems in every park located between Route 224 and 88th Avenue along the Platte River. The first incident involved a diminutive Mexican fellow (insert gay caballero joke here) who relentlessly propositioned me in broken English, finally resorting to the universal gesture for humping to get his point across. I suppose I could have kicked his ass, but I was too busy howling with laughter.

The most recent incident wasn't so funny. I inadvertently got too close to a homeless man who was attempting to pee off a large new deck area. He exploded with rage when he mistakenly thought that I was cruising him for some action. Nothing could convince him otherwise, and I barely avoided a physical confrontation. It took the cops about twenty minutes to respond to my call. All the officer could say was that Adams County would be stepping up undercover action as the weather gets warmer. And he expressed surprise that recent publicity hasn't resulted in more violence.

As things stand now, it's only a matter of time before somebody gets hurt. And it's deplorable when a law-abiding dude can't walk alone in broad daylight without being solicited or eyed with suspicion.

John Jesitus

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