Letters for November 25-December 1, 2004

Bye-bye, Jackboots. Hello, Love. Deirdra, you almost rock! I finally found a copy of New Times’ November 11 edition, took a quick look at Night & Day, and — “Holy crap!” — I had no idea you were going to lead the page with our event, Kristallnacht Film Forum (“Hate…

Laptop Pimpin’

For 15 years, David Silverburg couldn’t shake loose his secret identity. Eventually, it just took over. “I was so fuckin’ normal,” he says after stubbing out a cigarette in a crowded ashtray, clearly relieved not to be hawking home insurance, as he did for nearly two decades. With a business…

The Little Moldy Schoolhouse

Rebecca Blackwood looks small and grandmotherly seated before a shrimp salad at Shirttail Charlie’s Restaurant in Fort Lauderdale. A petite 63-year-old with a round, dimpled face, she seems almost dwarfed by the high-rimmed salad in a shell. The impression is quite a contrast from the image she projected earlier that…

Tailpipe

“Don’t Blame Me” So Broward County voters chose John F. Kerry over George W. Bush by a 2-to-1 margin. Tailpipe can already visualize the bumper stickers that, in a year or two, will start to appear on all the hardy little hybrid cars around Fort Lauderdale and Hollywood, after the…

Love Sucks

It was on the battlefield outside of Troy, amid swarms of warriors hacking away at each other, that Achilles had a dramatic one-on-one death match. No, not the famed battle in which he slaughters the Trojan hero Hector. His victim that day was Penthesilia, queen of the female Amazon warriors…

Letters for November 18-24, 2004

Ruth Retold They promise: I just finished Rick Kennedy’s article on Glades Central (“The Book of Ruth,” November 11) and wanted to let you know that if you continue writing as well as you did in this story, then you have a wonderful career ahead of you. Your story captured…

Knotty Head Bandits

A year or so ago, they were probably just a bunch of punk car thieves. It was a night in September 2003, and a group of them — friends, most of them teenagers — were hanging out in a Wal-Mart in Royal Palm Beach looking for a car to steal…

Our Mayor, the Lobbyist, Part 4

Broward County Mayor Ilene Lieberman has insisted that she can keep her two identities, politician and lobbyist, completely separate. But several months ago, her personas collided at a Hollywood City Commission meeting — and a neighborhood that was largely forgotten in all the political posturing that followed will likely pay…

Tailpipe

Even Dead Repubs Won Like a lot of other thwarted voters, Tailpipe spent last Wednesday digging up information on the cost of living in British Columbia and Costa Rica. Faced with four more years of the Bush agenda, this rattled, rusty cylinder had some rough moments. The 2004 presidential election,…

The je ne sais quoi of DMD

You’ve seen the bald and spastic guy throwing himself around in front of the stage at the Metal Factory and Tavern 213. He’s perpetually clad in long shorts, a T-shirt, and white socks that crinkle beneath his ankles. Sometimes, he’s one of the three or four people standing for a…

Letters for November 11-17, 2004

Democracy No More So what’s the antonym? Investigative reporting is certainly not dead at New Times. I’m sure there are many of us who consider it a privilege to read the consistently good work of Bob Norman. Too bad for the Herald and Sentinel rags that do little more than…

The Book of Ruth

It’s 2 p.m. on August 10, the first day of fall practice for the Glades Central Community High School football team. Summer heat is draped over the field like a wet blanket. On the far side of a chainlink fence are a dozen onlookers, their outlines shimmering in the sun…

Coffin Classics

Aside from a universal taste for the colors chalk white, blood red, and burned-Bible black, you would be hard-pressed to find any two goths who agree completely on a definition of goth culture. The former South Florida club kid now known as Marilyn Manson has certainly appropriated and popularized aspects…

Vote Interrupted

By the time you read this, you might know the identity of the next president. Or perhaps lawyers reign and the world’s fate is hanging, like so much chad, in the balance. Either way, Broward County is screwed. It’s stuck with a dysfunctional elections office that was plagued by technological…

Tailpipe

No More SoFla Shenanigans County Commissioner John E. Rodstrom Jr. ‘s extraordinarily lucrative day job may be changing, this smoke-belching conduit has learned. The commish, who earned more than $420,000 for brokering multimillion-dollar bond deals for financial giant CitiGroup in 2003 — on top of his $87,000-per-year commission salary –…

Letters for November 4-10, 2004

He Ain’t Bad Either You thought Anderson’s ideas were radical? I just finished reading Trevor Aaronson’s October 28 article about John Anderson (“Third Man”). I was one of those fortunate 100 people who actually attended the debate mentioned in the story. I had no idea that I would have the…

Third Man

It’s nearing 5 p.m. on Thursday, September 30. Drumbeats can be heard for miles down South Dixie Highway near the University of Miami as demonstrators and campaign workers stump for their presidential candidate. In a few hours, George W. Bush and John Kerry will clash nearby in their first debate…

Tailpipe

When George W. Bush wanted to connect with the Almighty during his recent campaign stop at the Office Depot Center in Sunrise, he called upon firebrand O’Neal Dozier, of course. Dozier is the black preacher from Broward County whose homophobic vitriol actually waves and shimmers like heat rising off a…

New Times Backs Bush

1. Four more years of Jenna’s cleavage televised. 2. The Geneva Convention is for pussies. 3. That Rumsfeld makes me all tingly down there. 4. So what do you have against stem cells? 5. Ambiguity, nuance, and humility have no place in geopolitics today. 6. His environmental policy won’t kill…

Be Very Afraid

The touch-screen voting machines aren’t accountable. The chief vote counter in Broward County was handpicked by Gov. Jeb Bush, who proved his brother-borne bias in 2000. Glenda Hood — the new, improved, and possibly even more vote-absorbent Katherine Harris — lurks in Tallahassee. Paranoia runs deep among Broward Democrats, who…

The Aphrodisiac of Politics

It’s Tuesday night at midnight, and Jean, a woman with long, blond, curly hair, sits at a table inside Blondies on the Beach (229 S. Atlantic Blvd., Fort Lauderdale). This long, casual, beach-bum bar is so heavy on the recreational offerings of pool, darts, and video games that it doubles…

Letters for October 28 – November 3, 2004

Gamble and Go to Court But stop whinin’ about losing: In the October 21 Night Court (“Gamblin’ Whoa Man!”), Courtney Hambright bemoans the fact that the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino doesn’t have her type of slot machines — yet she interviews people who’ve won $30, $100, and $1,500…