Don't miss that mess: I am glad there is still one place in Dallas that writes the truth about the Dallas Police Department ("Ticket to Ride," by Thomas Korosec, March 13). That rag, The Dallas Morning News, never puts anything in their paper about what is really going on in Dallas. I served on DPD for almost 23 years. I had too much pride to work for idiots, so I left. A police officer is the most difficult job in the world, and these people who have been put in supervisor positions are making the officers' jobs meaningless. The days of a true leader in Dallas are gone. I miss all my close friends in Dallas, but I don't miss that mess for one minute. Thanks for telling Dallas what is truly going on in their community--but it's a shame that they really don't care enough to get involved.
Round Top, New York
Twenty-something drivel: Oy vey! We're not really sure what your intended application of the word "mensch" is in your review of the work (and being) of James Surls ("Gnarly," by Christine Biederman, February 20), and clearly neither do you. But after schlepping your twenty-something drivel back and forth among us, all we could do was laugh.
Like most wannabes of your generation, you seem more concerned with proliferating the appearance of being something rather than actually doing the work necessary to become someone of substance.
Your writing has all the superficial talk and tone of a youth basking in the glow of her own self-importance. As a result, it lacks critical insight, sincerity and clear observation of the subject as it pursues its own "posturing-as-art critic" quality.
Here's a little homework assignment for you: First, learn how to recognize, develop, structure and frame a single thought. Second, attempt to string together a series of these thoughts. With sustained effort, this could lead you to the actuality of a logical and progressive thinking process.
Once you are able to think at will, you will not have to rely upon a grab-bag vocabulary and sentences littered with wordy art-critic rhetoric. Your writing will become less scattered in its perspective and less inconsistent in its observations.
Once you can perform (even at the most simplistic level) the tasks of developing thought and representative writing, you will, perhaps, be ready to learn something about the creative process of accomplished artists and critically observe the life's work of someone far more worthy than you.
Until then, honey, I suggest you put down the crack pipe, turn off MTV and go do your homework. You may want to get a real job and keep it, because not only will you never become a "Texas icon" or an "important Texas artiste," but I seriously doubt that you will ever gain much respect anywhere in the art world as an art critic of any degree.
Editor's note: Christine Biederman is flattered by the accusation that she is a "twenty-something."
Bring back the calendar: In response to Al Currie's letter (Letters, March 20) about the new "Night & Day," I'd like to second his motion that you bring back the traditional weekly events calendar! The expanded "Night & Day" may contain valuable information, but I'll never know--merely looking at the layout of its many advertisement-larded pages makes my eyes hurt.
Your old-fashioned events listings provided a valuable service, one not duplicated elsewhere in the city. Certainly, I could check happenings online, but as a dedicated newspaper reader, I much prefer to survey cultural possibilities in print form. Deprived of its weekly, comprehensive and reader-friendly calendar, the Dallas Observer has much less allure.
The Carl Everett File
Jurassic Carl: Fucking brilliant. I'm sitting in my office laughing my ass off after my brother e-mailed me a copy of your article ("Ready to Rumble," by John Gonzalez, March 6). I'm from Boston, which makes me a die-hard Sox fan. I know the saga of "Jurassic Carl" (he doesn't believe in dinosaurs because he never saw one). Just wanted to say thanks for standing up to Mr. Everett. What scares me the most is that he has a child. My God, I hope his kid doesn't ask him "why is the sky blue?" Carl will rip him apart.
Mysterious ways of A--holes: Well, come on. You know Carl's an asshole. And your questions were kind of stupid. Ask him something more specific about his experiences more than broad questions like those athletes get asked all the time. A--holes don't respond well to those generalities, it seems. They get bored. And he didn't really have to talk to you if he thought you were a pest. I think you stirred the pot a bit and enjoyed the fireworks.
Still, it was pretty damn funny. That was a fantasy-league interview in the hearts of many writers. And I laughed all the way through.
Your head case: Sorry, dude. Welcome to the wonderful world of Carl Everett. We are used to shit like that from him. What a complete asshole! I'm so glad he's someone else's problem!
Your head case, Pt. 2: John--nice job. He's all yours now. Boston does not miss this boor.
Kensington, New Hampshire
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