By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
Bore no more: Patricia Calhoun, why don't you leave the city? Westword has a number of fine writers on staff, chiefly Michael Roberts, Adam Cayton-Holland, Jason Sheehan and Dave Herrera, but your own column is the most boring, predictable and vitriolic part of the paper.
Your June 2 "Tour de Farce" is a perfect example of this. You take a minor event like the IRE convention and use it to drag out a numerated list of your favorite Every Denver Official Is a Moron causes, including Rocky Flats (check your calendar; that story is over a decade old), JonBenét Ramsey (a single murder approaching the decade mark) and your bizarre defense of poor, misunderstood convention-bureau boss Eugene Dilbeck, who lost his job because he okayed using bureau money for a party at a fucking strip club. No doubt that if you had been the one to uncover this party, you would have led the charge for Mr. Dilbeck's head.
As it stands, you have an uncanny ability to sense any reasonable and widely held opinion and immediately bang out a column pointing out what an idiotic hick everyone living on the Front Range is -- excluding yourself, of course.
The joke's on us: This is pretty simple, just some words of praise. Adam Cayton-Holland, you crack me the fuck up! Your sense of humor is on the money -- a rare thing in this society of average. Thank you for that, and keep it up.
Mix and match: I agree with Adam Cayton-Holland's June 9 What's So Funny? Yes, Chipotle needs to start mixing it together.
After 42 years on the planet, I have come to accept most things. But one pet peeve that still makes me go ballistic is the "10 items or less line." If someone is in line with over ten items, I just think they need to be taken out to the parking lot and shot. Can't these people read? Or are they just trying to piss me off? It is really unacceptable.
Well, I did have another pet peeve: that show Lost. It is so fucking stupid. Let's mix Gilligan's Island, Castaway and that Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer claymation/cartoon show (who can forget the Island of Misfit Toys?) all together and make a TV show!
I have gotten over the Lost peeve. But "10 items or less"? Never!
Stir crazy: Stir the burrito? Please, God, no! The best part of a Chipotle burrito is that you can get different tastes in different bites and it doesn't all mix up. You get large chunks of semi-melted cheese, a mouthful of cilantro rice, or bites that combine ten or more flavors. It's up to you. That's the beauty of a Chipotle burrito.
Bean and nothingness: Goddammit, I've been saying that for years! I've even tried this with Chipotle: "Could you put the beans on top of the rice?" The results varied. The first time I tried, I got a blank stare, as though I was asking them to count each grain of rice or something difficult and outlandish like that. The second time, I got a large bed of rice with the beans occupying three-quarters of the middle, thus still leaving me with rice-bites. I don't like Chipotle rice all by itself, goddammit! Mixed with the other ingredients: good. All by itself: bad.
Now, thanks to What's So Funny?, I know I'm not the crazy one -- or maybe there are others just as crazy as me!
Den of inequity: Regarding the June 9 Off Limits item about the Donkey Den.
Denver has come a long way. So many new and wonderful businesses have filled the landscape; one must commend every one for making this town a better place to live. An exception to that general feeling came to my attention today, sadly named the Donkey Den. I was struck by their bottom-shelf approach to marketing, which makes fun of and glorifies criminal sexual behavior and violence. Anyone familiar with the terms they use to bring a "style" to their offering knows that it is anything but enticing. The thought of eating burgers and fries in a place where the innuendos are based on sex with animals, prostitution and human trafficking is enough to make one puke.
If violent, low-level, sexually disturbed clientele is what they're after, they couldn't have scraped the bottom of the brothel better. I strongly urge the owners to take their adolescent heads out of their asses and give people a business worth their time and money.
Equal time: I am curious if the protesters in question ever boycott places like Shotgun Willie's, which is not only a bastion of making women into objects, but also depicts a gentleman from the gallant South in a bad light? Or do they protest in front of various adult establishments? I think not, because Donkey Den is a soft target for liberals with too much time on their hands. In my opinion, while I may think Donkey Den's names on the menu are tasteless (excuse the pun), they are harmless.
Yaakov Ben Avraham
via the Internet
Editor's note: On June 11, Donkey Den's owners agreed to remove the offending menu items and art from their restaurant. For more details, see Off Limits.
Jacking off: Regarding John LaBriola's "Ramblin' Man," in the June 2 issue:
Whoa! Motherfuck, that Ramblin' Jack article must have confused everybody down there at the old Worstword station. Something of substance about someone who matters in the "music" section. It sure confused me. It had to have been an accident.
Maybe not; maybe this is the beginning of some radical element. Beethoven will get some ink; your writers will start challenging bands instead of pampering the mediocre fare that is music today. They'll study; they'll grow in the sense that they will take their craft seriously. They will go against the fashion of this little fascist government that we all support.
I want to go on; I want to name names; I want this revolution that can't happen. I know it's ridiculous, and I'm just another punk-ass filled with anger and hate. Even the homeless folks, the most beautiful part of this place, barely speak to me, so why would you? Why, indeed. Say goodnight to Woody Guthrie, the original punk. Tell us how dark it's going to get here.
Sermon on the mountain bike: The rhetoric presented by Mike Vandeman in his June 2 letter responding to Eric Dexheimer's May 26 "Rough Ride" was common fifteen years ago, but I was surprised to see it in 2005. He did introduce a new twist to the argument: "Mountain bikers are not excluded from the wilderness of national parks; they can walk." Sure, and gays are not prohibited from marrying, as long as they marry someone of the opposite sex.
There have been countless studies on the environmental impact of mountain biking. Like most studies, mountain-biking studies are biased (the "science" cited by Vandeman has loads of opinions and conjecture, but almost no supporting data for its own assertions). For what it's worth, most studies conclude that mountain biking causes slightly more damage than hiking, but considerably less damage than equestrians.
Of course, damage really isn't the issue. Mountain bikers want access. Those who enjoy horseback riding want access. Some hikers want public land closed to any activity other than hiking. Many people are selfish and just want their favorite activity protected.
Accusations about erosion or wildlife impact are just smoke screens. After all, the main reason for erosion on and around trails is the existence of the trails. There would be no impact on wildlife in areas where humans are excluded. Yet I never hear any self-anointed "environmentalists" calling for the immediate cessation of trail construction and the closing and reclaiming of existing trails.
Weird science: As an avid mountain biker and environmentalist, I was curious to explore the "science" that Mike Vandeman cited as proof that "mountain biking has much greater impact than hiking." Expecting a peer-reviewed journal article, I instead was directed to Vandeman's personal review of the literature. Instead of introducing studies that found mountain biking to have a greater environmental impact than hiking, he focuses mostly on the numerous studies that have found just the opposite. His ultimate conclusion is that the researchers obviously interpreted their data wrong.
The rest of the website leaves no doubt of Vandeman's undying allegiance against mountain bikes, with a catchy description of mountain bikers as "wheeled locusts" and an interest page that includes "fighting mountain biking." That isn't an interest; that's a vendetta.
There are many dire problems that our society is facing with regard to natural resources and public lands. Most scientists, including myself, would put mountain biking right at the bottom of that list. Elitist attitudes like Vandeman's create rifts and battles over open spaces where there should be cooperation.
I encounter very few trail users like him here in Colorado. I stop, hang out and chat with loads of hikers, and all seem more than happy to share the trails with another wilderness lover. Heck, even if you came out to visit from California, my fellow riders and I would smile and wave to you on the trail. You could choose to smile and wave back, or scowl and curse us under your breath. Either way, we'll be having fun.
Rocky steady: Regarding the "Hitting Rockies Bottom" letter published in the May 26 issue:
"The sky is falling, the sky is falling," says Chicken Little -- or, more appropriately, the vast majority of the Denver sports media. There are no bigger alarmists than sportswriters and sports columnists. Just what did these Chicken Littles expect from the local nine this year? And just what do they expect the owners to do to "instantly"correct the situation? The Rockies' current situation was pre-ordained in 2002 when Mike Hampton and Denny Neagle flamed out in spectacular fashion. When that happened, two years into two very long and expensive contracts, the model the Rockies' owners had been working on crashed and burned.
I am not here to say that the Rockies have achieved anything yet, nor that their future success is a certainty, but this franchise needed to start building somewhere. From what I've seen, that is precisely what they have been trying to do for the last several years, with this year of throwing rookies into the fire being the final stage before they finally begin to free up some money next year. Far from considering it bumbling and stumbling, I applaud the Rockies' steadfastness in the face of so-called experts who would have them trade the cornerstone of their franchise, Todd Helton, for four rowboats and a life preserver.
I can't say what they are doing will work, but I think this year may prove to be the impetus for developing the strong nucleus of young players that will carry this team to consistent success for years to come. I, for one, am willing to be patient with them.
Russell W. Shurts