By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
Piss isn't partisan, though, because the only government employees who got the message were the Capitol janitors who had to clean up the mess.
Street dreams: Katherine Cornwell got her fifteen seconds of fame at last Friday's premiere of the documentary Colfax Ave at the Bluebird Theater. But she should have gotten at least fifteen minutes, because this city planner is the rock star of Colfax redevelopment.
In Colfax Ave, filmmaker Michael Jacobs briefly shows Cornwell discussing Blueprint Colfax East, a plan that city officials and Colfax-bordering communities from Broadway to Colorado Boulevard have been working on for more than two years. The 45-minute flick then spends much more time dissing the proposal, suggesting that it's designed to chase off the hookers and homeless and replace them with $250,000 condos. To make his case, Jacobs trots out a star-studded local cast, including Dallas Malerbi, president of Save Our Section 8; University of Colorado at Denver political science professor Tony Robinson; Harold Chapman, a formerly homeless man who's a regular at homeless-commission meetings; Denver Police Department District 6 commander Deborah Dilley; songstress Nina Storey; and even theater manager Jim Norris.
The movie may depict her plan as The Death of Colfax as We Know It, but Cornwell has been busting her ass to save the "boulevard of broken dreams," putting together a 205-page document that will guide future development while keeping the spirit of Colfax alive. Sure, it includes some bizzaro concepts -- such as rebranding various strips with very urban-development-speak names -- but Cornwell clearly has a deep understanding of the grittier elements of Colfax so beloved by the film fans who filled the Bluebird.
"Chamberlin Heights are $250,000 condos," Cornwell admits, "but the street needs some of that. The question is, how do you address needing those plus having condos that are subsidized at Section 8 or at such level that ordinary people can afford them? Colfax has to retain the local businesses, and it has to have affordable housing. If we don't get that, then we've failed. If you only have Starbucks and Einsteins, you kill the street."
Denver City Council approved the plan in June, and while the necessary rezoning is in progress, Cornwell has set her sights on West Colfax Avenue, between Federal and Sheridan boulevards. She starred at a community meeting there last Thursday, although her audience wasn't nearly as large as that at the Bluebird the next night, with two oversold, aisle-seating-only shows. "We've been getting pretty good outreach, but we're concerned about getting input from enough renters and Spanish-speaking people," she says.
"In a lot of ways, the issues of East and West Colfax are very similar," she continues. "The biggest challenge for West Colfax is how you can get more people living there to increase the base for retail and take advantage of transit. This is a corridor that will have a five-minute, non-auto commute to downtown. FasTracks is totally changing the dynamics for that area. But it is also one of the last strongholds for affordable housing. So the challenge will be retaining net numbers -- and I'm talking very, very low-income housing, people making under $7,000 a year and living in five-bedroom units -- while increasing density and not changing the neighborhood character or quality of life."
Is that all?
Scene and herd: While 17,500 Colorado grocery-store workers await news on whether the national union will accept their contract vote, a vestige of the last strike goes unnoticed at the Safeway at 26th Avenue and Federal Boulevard. By the driveway, embedded in the grass, is a granite marker with a Winnie the Pooh engraved in the upper left corner, a rose in the upper right, and these words between: "In memory of Jackie Novak and Juanita Ramsey. In a picket line they stood, one beautiful summer day, when a car came off the street and took their lives away. They were showing their faith in what they believed, not knowing at all they would soon be received in the hands of our father in heaven above, watching and waiting, now wrapped in his love." The memorial, set in stone in May 1996, was dedicated by Safeway co-workers and friends.
What's So Funny?
By Adam Cayton-Holland
Citizens of the Mile High City, it is time to remove your duct tape and plastic sheeting. Come out, come out from your underground shelters, you weird mole-people. No longer must we cower in makeshift bunkers, hoarding food, bottled water and pornography in preparation for the next big terrorist attack. A new day has dawned for Denver. Let us commence living life as we did before. Take your children to the park, gather in large crowds, feel free to be openly hostile to any and all Muslims who cross your path. We're in the clear now: Denver has dropped from number 9 to number 39 on the federal list of high-risk sites for terrorist attacks!
Boo-yah! You hear that, Los Angeles and D.C.? You paying attention, Philadelphia and Seattle? Al-Qaeda's coming for your ass, so you'd best get ready. Here in the Centennial State, we'll be cold chillin'.
How can we be so sure we're safe? The list, dog.
And what factors does the list take into account when measuring a city's safety?
Uh, you know...stuff...and, uh, like, things and...the list...dog.
Despite brazen, emboldened headlines informing us of our "reduced threat" and "increased safety," the fact remains that nobody has a clue as to why Denver dropped on the list of high-risk cities -- yet alone dropped thirty spots, a far more dramatic change than enjoyed by any other city in America. The rankings were based on threats received against a metro area, prominent targets and population density. That's all they'll reveal. Other than that, according to the Office of Domestic Preparedness, the details are secret.
So that could mean that last year we received ten million terrorist threats, and this year only seven. Or it could mean that we're getting the same amount of shit-talking from terrorists, but other cities are getting more. It could mean that the tons of weapons-grade plutonium removed from Rocky Flats last year make our city less attractive as a target, or it could just mean that Osama bin Laden is a Kenyon Martin fan.
Personally, I attribute the dramatic change to my individual terrorist-fighting measures -- namely, the abundance of my don't-even-go-there-girlfriend blogs and long, exhausting hours spent practicing with nunchucks in prominent clearings in the city's parks, highly visible from the sky.
Many speculate that because Denver is not a port city (some experts predict the next big attack will come through the nation's loosely monitored ports), we dropped on the list. But wasn't Denver not a port city last year, too? Or did some Qwest/Comcast/Invesco conglomerate jam freighters through the Platte without anybody knowing? The authorities are mum.
Fortunately, we here at What's So Funny have the loose lips of a fourteen-year-old girl. The real reasons Denver dropped so dramatically on the list of high-risk terror sites:
• Extensive Department of National Security/National Weather Service testing revealed terrorists actually incapable of controlling tornadoes.
• Red, white and blue "These Colors Don't Run" bumper sticker mounted to Trans-Am by Dale Mondale of southeast Denver.
• "Terrorist Attack" designation removed from all abortion-clinic bombings because zealots working for white god.
• Grand Junction's overwhelming financial support for Israel put Denver on terrorist back burner.
• Bumbling, lovable antics of ski patrol in al-Jazeera reruns of Aspen Extreme warmed hearts of millions of Middle Easterners to our cause.
• "Festering legion of infidels" mistranslated by FBI chatter experts. Not in reference to Denver, still New York.
• Terrorists couldn't think of creative way to top Granby.
• Heavy saturation of new, menacing "Welcome to Denver" signs at DIA featuring shirtless, flexing Hickenlooper.
• Chemical weapons virtually inoperable above 4,000 feet.
So rest easy, Denver. We're 39 and feeling fine! Who wants to go skiing?