All's well that ends oil: It was a very nice surprise to read Alan Prendergast's "Duke of Oil" article in the September 8 issue, very reassuring to know there are federal employees like Bobby Maxwell who are dedicated to serving the public interest. His work has demonstrated integrity and intelligence, qualities that seem to me remarkably absent at the highest levels of federal government. It's even more remarkable to me that, rather than use his financial settlement to take life easy, he has chosen to continue working in the public interest.
I applaud his efforts, as well as Westword's in publishing this story of quiet courage, competence and commitment.
Be here now: I can't recall ever sending a letter to Westword, but I thought it was the right time now to finally share my admiration of the creative and talented mind behind Worst-Case Scenario. Kenny Be is an absolute genius, and on par with Gary Larson of "The Far Side." I especially enjoyed "Enterprising Higher Education," in the September 8 edition.
Kenny is really the main reason I pick up Westword every week. I love his slant on the issues of the day and his amazingly cynically, funny viewpoint. I just couldn't imagine life without his contribution. He would probably be an interesting and fun person to meet.
Here's a tip: In Adam Cayton-Holland's September 8 What's So Funny, we find out that his friend who has been in China for three years is displeased that there are so many damn hipsters around now when he was the only one here three years ago, or something along those lines.
Let me start by telling the story of how I ended up reading this article: I saw a friend of mine, who'd I'd worked with at this crappy, underpaying job about six years ago, and he was bummed about losing his girlfriend, and we ended up talking about it and just people and politics in general. Anyway, someone suggested that he read that What's So Funny because it referred to him. (He's the prissy faux-hawk kid who wasn't tipped because of his appearance.) The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if someone might not tip me because they didn't like my appearance. The last I heard, tipping is a direct result of good service -- I don't not tip my waitress because I think she reminds me of some sassy Jerry Springer guest or not tip my bartender because he reminds me of some cocky prick on The Real World. If Darren likes Asians so much, he should go back to China.
Until then, he should keep his slander of local businesses and their employees to himself. I think a better problem to address would be the chain restaurants, the chain radio stations and the overall yuppie influence that is running this town, not the so-called hipsters. Because the hipsters are the only people going out and supporting the local stores and the creative bands and DJs in this town. It's not the name-brand-wearin', martini-bar-drinkin', chain-restaurant-eatin', cover-band-listenin' Joe Shmoes like Darren (who was so much cooler than anyone way before anyone was cool). I guess it's cool to pick on people who have service-industry jobs hardly making enough to get by dealing with rude, spoiled Americans all day!
Oh, and by the way, Celebrity hasn't been around for a lot longer than three years.
The joke's on him: Adam Cayton-Holland! How long have you been writing? "Kind of Blue," the piece on Josh Blue in the September 1 issue, was a very well-written article! It kicked ass!
Funny business: Moved back to Colorado after a brief stint in Cali and am dismayed to see such a decline in the caliber of writing that Westword now allows. What a proper heading for Adam Cayton-Holland's column; last week it definitely left me asking "What's So Funny?" Perhaps Westword should ask Josh Blue to give this column a go -- now, that guy's funny.
Name withheld on request
Street dreams: Regarding Amy Haimerl's "Main Street, USA," in the September 8 issue:
Used to be Colfax was cool. Sure, you could score some really low-quality drugs. But the reality is that most meth labs are in affluent suburban locales.
Used to be Colfax was cool. Sure, you could get subpar sexual favors. But now those are solicited via the Internet and go for $300-plus an hour. And those porn shops that the gentrifiers rail about -- truth is, the ones in the 'burbs cleverly disguised as "lingerie boutiques" do ten times the business of their counterparts on the Fax. In fact, reliable figures indicate that over 50 percent of all adults watch porn.