By Michael E. Miller
By Allie Conti
By Keegan Hamilton and Francisco Alvarado
By Jake Rossen
By Allie Conti
By Kyle Swenson
By Chris Joseph
By Michael E. Miller
Emancipation of Mariah
You mean she's not singing directly to Cole? The words of Cole Haddon's article about Mariah Carey basically amount to defamation of character (Outtakes, August 3)! I hope Mariah's legal consultants track you down and rip you to shreds. By the way, Cole, are you one of Tommy "Greaseball" Mottola's Mafia scum buddies?
Keeping the peace at Maguire's:I'm writing to say thank you for all the great shit you wrote about me in your article ("Maguire's Hits the Pits," Fats Pompano, August 3). I'm really happy everyone had a great and safe time at Maguire's Hill 16 that Sunday night. I had a lot of fun as well, and I love the fact that you made me seem like a superhero.
Look Before You Pay
A hex on the gypsy hex:Thank you for Bob Norman's exposé of gypsy fortuneteller Regina Milbourne and the erroneous authentification of this psychic's book by HarperCollins publisher Judith Regan ("Psych Job, Parts 1 & 2," July 13 and August 3). Nowadays, we are beset by fraudulent self-proclaimed mystics and preachers of the occult. Historically, such frauds come in waves. Exposed for what they are, after a few years, they reappear. Unfortunately, their success lies in our human susceptibility to pie-in-the-sky promises and temptations. This New Times article alerts us to the need for critical thought when faced with tempting new proposals.
Leo Shatin, Ph.D
Do You Ever Look Up, Dude?
Not mentioning Vose was a crime: As an admirer of public art and a longtime resident of South Florida, I applaud the recognition you've given to the Public Art and Design Exhibition currently on display at the Hollywood Art and Culture Center ("Escape From Sterility," Michael Mills, July 27).
I would, however, have liked to have seen Mills point out a glaring exclusion in the exhibit of local worthy public artists. Hollywood mural artist Mark Vose has been beautifying our urban landscape for the past 25 years and deserves recognition for his contribution to public art.
I was especially surprised to see Vose left out of the part of the exhibit relating to art at our airport. For the past five years, many thousands of travelers have enjoyed his beautiful sky mural, which covers the entire east side of the ceiling in terminal three. Vose also deserves recognition for his work in our parks and beaches, including the mural at Anniversary Park in downtown Hollywood and the Hollywood Beach Theater mural, which Vose donated to the city for Earth Day several years ago.
I greatly appreciated the article, but I would urge you to recognize Mark Vose's valuable work in any future tribute to the honorable contribution of our public artists.
Look at the Pictures
Meaner than a junkyard artist:First, I would like to thank Michael Mills for his observation and article about my work ("Jest in Show," June 22). However, the photographer has the painting titles reversed. I have just completed Junk Yard Dog. This is an aluminum sculpture with an abstract expressionistic painting that will probably be shown at art expressions soon. But who really gets it?
All the "jest in show."
The Ghost of Christmas Future didn't get it right: It may seem a little late to respond to Bob Norman's "The Life of Riley" (December 22), but with the recent NBA Championship, I was compelled to provide my response. First of all, I am a South Florida resident retiree but a Kentuckian born and bred. I was a senior in a small town Kentucky high school in 1966 when Pat Riley played at the University of Kentucky for Adolph Rupp on a U.K. team affectionately called "Rupp's Runts."
The 1966 U.K. Basketball Team was number one in the nation but had no starting player taller than six-foot-five. Kentucky basketball was, and is, life in Kentucky. Norman didn't mention the movie Glory Road in his article, but the film didn't premiere until more than a month after his column.
Although Glory Road follows the 1966 "Cinderella" season of the Texas Western University basketball squad, the movie gives relatively accurate depictions of Rupp, Riley, and the 1966 Kentucky Wildcats. I actually enjoyed Norman's article and the manner in which he used Dickens' A Christmas Carol to tell his story. If Norman had just had enough foresight to use a Ghost of Christmas Future to show Riley with the future NBA championship, the story would have been prophetic and absolutely amazing.
I suppose the only question now would be whether Stan Van Gundy would have achieved the same results if Riley had not "fired" Van Gundy and "stolen" Van Gundy's Christmas... er... team.