Letters from the Issue of February 5, 2004

In Over Their Heads Let’s thank the volunteers serving on public boards, then show them the door: Tristram Korten’s fine column on the Public Health Trust audits (“An Embarrassment of Audits,” January 29) ought to be a lesson to this community on the consequences of placing public institutions in the…

Letters from the Issue of January 29, 2004

Our Most Sincere Thanks for the Insult Miami’s Pilates professionals will appreciate an apology: I commend assistant calendar editor Juan Carlos Rodriguez on his article about Pilates and the Hub center (“Clearing Mind, Fixing Body,” January 22). The Pilates Method Alliance (PMA) is the international, not-for-profit professional association for the…

Heavy in Hialeah

This week Universal Music Latino releases a compilation called Heavy Hitters: The Best of Spanish Hip-Hop. Who are these heavy hitters? Best-selling rappers like Big Pun, Fat Joe, and Tego Calderón? Up-and-coming rhymers like Don Dinero and Pitbull? Or old-school pioneers like Vico C, Kid Frost, Delinquent Habits, and Mellow…

Miguel and the Money Man

Their hours may be different, but Miami’s leading political figures are looking an awful lot like nightclub owners these days. In the looming August race to succeed Alex Penelas as Miami-Dade mayor, no less than in the competitive world of clubland, lining up a steady stream of VIP appearances is…

Letters from the Issue of January 22, 2004

Bash Us, Lash Us, Trash Us Just don’t bore us: One more time, hats off to Ronald Mangravite — a tough, uncompromising, insightful, passionate, unfailingly decent, and even-handed example of that most dreaded profession: theater criticism (“Aural Sex,” January 15). Even when he “reams” us theater folks, he does it…

The War of Art

“There are five different art fairs in South Florida now!” laughed Manhattan gallery owner Claire Oliver as a well-heeled crowd streamed past her exhibition space at last week’s Art Miami show. “That’s a lot of art for anyone to stay on top of.” Actually there are only three sprawling art…

Letters from the Issue of January 15, 2004

In the Beginning Was the Word And the word was “awesome”: I just finished reading Rebecca Wakefield’s cover story “The Sociology of Suds” (January 8) and had to write to say that it was awesome. I wish there were more journalism being done like this. I thought it was brilliant…

Letters from the Issue of January 8, 2004

I Know a Thing or Two about Beauty Pageants And this one is anything but beautiful: Thanks to Forrest Norman for his article about Mario Princigalli and his Miss Cuban-American pageant (“Tiara Squirm-a!” December 25). I competed in this year’s pageant and I had a terrible experience. My parents were…

Letters from the Issue of January 1, 2004

To Shoot or Not To Shoot That isn’t a question unless you’re packing heat: Mario Barcia may or may not have known he was shooting at a police officer (based on the witnesses and circumstances, he probably didn’t), but what Steven Dudley’s article “A Shot in the Dark” (December 18)…

Mutating Airwaves

For progressives the jury is still out on Miami-Dade mayoral hopeful José Cancela. Is the Radio Unica president poised to take a much-needed, businesslike approach to overhauling county hall, à la Manny Diaz? Or is he simply Alex Penelas with a firmer handshake and a more convincing smile? Is Cancela…

Letters from the Issue of December 25, 2003

FTAA: Thug That would be Chief John Timoney: There was so much righteous, justified, and articulate indignation over Miami’s handling of the FTAA ministerial meetings that I was hesitant to comment. But I want to congratulate New Times and reporters like Celeste Fraser Delgado for your coverage and dedication. If…

That Eighties Show

For the kinder, the Eighties are one long Cyndi Lauper video, all asymmetrical haircuts, striped leg warmers, and fun, fun, fun ’til daddy takes the DeLorean away. For those of us who actually lived through the decade, however, that imaginary nostalgia is leavened with a bit more ambivalence — a…

Letters from the Issue of December 18, 2003

Mission Accomplished We cops prevented chaos and we’re proud of it: After reading New Times’s coverage of the FTAA protests, I wanted to add my view of the events. I was on the other side of the line — the side getting bottles of urine, golf balls, and rocks thrown…

Letters from the Issue of December 11, 2003

At Long Last Art Believe it or not, Miami is more than crime and corruption: It is refreshing to see a New Times cover story that doesn’t involve corruption, murder, or local political nastiness. And so I enjoyed Rebecca Wakefield’s coverage of the belly-dance culture here in Miami (“In the…

Direct Action Reaction

Memo to Miuccia Prada: Your fall line is just as well suited to a downtown Miami riot scene as a night out in clubland. That was the lesson Kulchur drew after borrowing one of the designer’s military-style black sweaters and heading out to cover the recent Free Trade Area of…

Letters from the Issue of December 4, 2003

Cops Gone Wild: Definitely Money Well Spent Let us praise the wisdom and vision of our leaders: Thanks to the foresight of our noble leaders, a terrible disaster was averted two weeks ago in downtown Miami. It is my understanding that extremely boisterous gangs of environmentalist tree-huggers, anti-trade rogues, and…

Through a Lens Distortedly

“Oh, you poor deluded leftists,” sighs author Neal Pollack while gazing out at the audience gathered before him at the recent Miami Book Fair International. The crowd, heavy on grad students, self-styled bohemians, and early arrivals for the FTAA protests, is in on the joke and laughs in knowing appreciation…

Letters from the Issue of November 27, 2003

Quick Results, No Waiting Thanks to the county for our rapid HIV test: On behalf of the board, staff, and most important, the clients of the South Beach AIDS Project, I would like to commend Rebecca Wakefield for her insightful and informative article about the new “rapid” HIV test now…

Everybody Looks Like a Rock Star

Who knew that the floor seats at the James L. Knight Center could be removed? All these years I thought we had no choice but to evade the ushers and squeeze into the aisles to dance salsa with La India or toss flowers at Alejandro Sanz. Then again, from the…

Fashion Sense and Nonsense

If South Beach’s fashionistas have a bit less spring in their high-heeled step of late, show some sympathy. After all, Camelot just ended. For the sartorially obsessed, the recent departure of Tom Ford from Gucci is akin to losing both John F. Kennedy and Jackie Onassis in one fell swoop…

Letters from the Issue of November 20, 2003

FTAA: The Apocalypse Approaches Meanwhile, free weekly frolics in frivolity: As I scanned through New Times’s tongue-in-cheek delineation of the upcoming FTAA ministerial meeting (“Free Trade Miami: Your Essential Guide to the FTAA,” November 13), the frightening question on the minds of many thoughtful people occurred to me: Does anyone…

Letters from the Issue of November 6, 2003

Hidden Agendas? Bias? How else to explain the attacks on Bob Dugger? My name is Kenneth Karger and I am treasurer for the board of directors of the Spanish Trace Condominium Association. I’ve been on the board off and on for more than 22 years. During the past nine years,…