Hit or meth: Regarding David Holthouse's "Confessions of an Ephedrine Eater," in the April 24 issue:
Ephedrine is the key ingredient in meth. I used to take it all the time before I had kids. It has some really nasty adverse effects. Sure, it is great to get you up and going when you need to be. It also causes delusions, hallucinations, medical problems and so on. Now I take Metaboless and no, not for weight loss alone -- I also take it for the up effect, as well as drinking two to three pots of coffee.
Holthouse should have said that this drug taken in excess is very dangerous to your physical and mental condition, and that it tends to make you very cranky and very irritable. Although I do not believe it should be illegal (nor should marijuana be), it should be clearly stated that it may cause many problems and that it is very addictive.
Thank you for your time. I just wanted to state the facts, good and bad.
Mince meet: Regarding Jason Sheehan's "Going Nowhere," in the April 17 issue, and subsequent letters:
Is Jason Whoever trying to review food or impress us with his wannabe interpretations of his surroundings? Let me not mince words: This guy is no writer. See, writers are entertaining. Jason is boring. Writers get to the point. Jason is no better than the wind he wastes our time with while describing, ahhh, a restaurant! What does the weather have to do with Rhumba? And, if you want to get technical, what does old steel look like? I grew up where steel comes from so I can tell you: rust, and absolutely not a cloudy sky.
I resent having to read meaningless descriptions of meaningless things when all I need to know is: How's the food, service and ambience at Rhumba? I don't care about his girlfriend or their relationship. I don't care what he thinks he knows about the restaurant business. If he wants to get poetic, tell him to purchase a journal. But when he's writing to an audience, I feel he needs to be informed that his audience is not captive. Here's a hint: inform, then shut up!
Finally, for the record, I have restaurant experience and the true test of a cook's knowledge has nothing to do with rice. After reading Jason Whoever's drivel I went to Rhumba and, lo and behold, the food, service and atmosphere rocked! My girlfriend (who you don't need to know a damn thing about to get my meaning) and I had a blast.
Mr. Editor, my advice to you as a reader who currently is questioning the worth of your publication: a) buy Jason Whoever a copy of William Zinsner's On Writing Well, b) fire Jason Whoever, and c) hire a real writer with an actual point to make, not one with a pseudo-agenda to impress us with all he shouldn't be telling us.
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Bring out your best: Simply stated, Jason Sheehan exemplifies ALL that journalism should be. A true Best of Denver.
Editor's note: According to the James Beard Foundation, a not-for-profit organization dedicated to furthering the practice and appreciation of the culinary arts, Jason Sheehan is not just the Best of Denver, he's the best newspaper restaurant reviewer in the country. At a May 2 awards ceremony in New York City for winners of the 2003 James Beard Foundation Journalism Awards, Sheehan -- who joined Westword last July -- took first place in the Newspaper Restaurant Review or Critique category, winning out over critics from daily and weekly newspapers across the United States and Canada. To read Sheehan's winning reviews -- "Life on the Line," his piece on Clair de Lune that first appeared on November 21, 2002, as well as "Deli Dally," from October 10, and the August 29 "Man With a Plan" -- visit www.westword.com.
Can't stand the heat? I enjoy reading your publication when I eat out in various places. However, I notice that you seem to be very biased and unenlightened in your approach to certain issues.
I don't know who this Patricia Calhoun is, but she really showed her ignorance in her April 24 commentary, "It Takes a Pillage," when she wrote that "Foss's 'Coming American' is a disappearing breed, and good riddance." Any rancher or anyone who deals with animal husbandry knows what happens when you put young, breeding-age males with young, breeding-age females. If Ms. Calhoun should by chance observe the behavior of young canine males and young female canines who are in heat, she would certainly get some clue of the compelling nature of testosterone and estrogen in the perpetuation of their species. The whole Rocky Mountain oyster industry owes its existence to ranchers' use of the calming practice of making steers out of bull bovines. Then, too, those engaged in renting horses to would-be cowboys know the benefits of stallions turned into geldings. It seems that ivory-tower urbanite crusaders ignore the Bible's description of the need for the perpetuation of the species when it's faced with the problem of death. Estrogen to make mothers and testosterone to make fathers clearly explain things as they really are in the animal kingdom. Moses was either awfully intelligent or aware of the behavior of sheep or inspired when he wrote of the mother of all living that "your desire would be to the man," in Genesis chapter three.