Letters from the Issue of April 14 , 2005
But Timbaland can show the kids how to be healthy: I'd like to thank Mosi Reeves for his article about super producer Timbaland (Tim Mosely) and his new-found infatuation with physical fitness ("Organic Produce," April 7). Timbaland is a perfect example for many of today's youth who would otherwise seek to emulate the more unattainable aspects of his lifestyle (fame, material possessions, rap-star status).
I really think he's onto something and hope he will use this platform not only to promote his career as a bodybuilder and producer/artist but also to inspire kids and teens to effect positive changes and lead more healthy lifestyles.
The school system is in desperate need of new ways to improve student performance. How about not eliminating or scaling back budgets for fine arts/music programs, and giving our children healthy choices when it comes to school-lunch programs.
California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger has a head start on you, Mr. Mosley. How about following his example (in more ways than one) and encourage the people who buy your music to also buy into the notion of improving their physical health as well as their CD collections.
But you wouldn't know that from hearing him talk: Mosi Reeves's article about Timbaland sounded like the reasons for the Iraq war -- like a bunch of nonsense, which is what Timbaland was talking about. No disrespect to Reeves, but he should have checked the facts on Timbaland before he wrote the article. Timbaland has been getting away with taking credit for someone else's work. This is why he won't talk in time frames and give dates -- he doesn't want to get caught up in the lie he's been living for almost ten years.
It's cool that Timbaland has been able to push away from the dinner table now after getting fat off of someone else's blood, sweat, and work, even though he is getting fit the organically produced way -- ask Mark McGwire about that.
It's now time for real to recognize real.
Brooklyn, New York
At least they are at Frankie's: If "round" in "round of culinary alchemy" refers to the shape of the pies sampled at Frankie's Pizza, I suspect secondhand information played a role in the drafting of the review in "Small Bites" (April 7). A Frankie's pie is squared, which is how I used to remember the formula for the area of a pie, should it unfortunately be circular, as I struggled through Mr. Stark's tenth-grade geometry class at Southwest High in 1960-61.
If the author of the review meant for "round" to be merely the latest byproduct of the pizza creative process, regardless of the eventual shape, then what else can we talk about?
Don March, Jr.
Editor's note: Frankie's pizzas -- all of them, all the time -- are indeed square, not round.
And I'll bet quite a few other WMC Space cadets do also: Just a comment after reading your coverage of the Winter Music Conference ("A Knowledgeable, Painstakingly Complete, and Extremely Unofficial Guide to the Parties and Controversies at Winter Music Conference 2005," March 17). I'm a poor college student living in Indiana. I save up all year to attend WMC -- literally. Last year I bought the Space three-day pass and had some of the best times there. And I was sober the whole time! So of course this year, when I saw the offer of a five-day pass, I bought one right away, and I persuaded five friends to purchase them as well.
The passes say: "No line, no waiting, and preferred entrance." That was true for WMC 2004. But this year it was completely the opposite. It started off bad when I had to wait 30 minutes just to get the passes. Then on Friday the line was halfway down the block and twenty people wide. I told my friends: "Don't worry, we have the passes." Then we were informed that line was the one we had to wait in! And all those people had passes as well. It was the same for Saturday!
All I want is a refund. I paid to see my favorite DJs at one of the best places to see them, the terrace at Space. And although I paid $218 to make sure I saw them, I and hundreds of others got completely screwed!
I don't know any lawyers, but I just want to put this out there. I know hundreds of other people were ripped off like me. I want to get a class-action lawsuit going. Not for millions but just to get my damned money back! Please feel free to publish my contact information. I know other people want their money back too.
Shame on you, Space! You should have stopped selling general-admission tickets when you knew that all the passes had been sold! Greedy bastards.
And grossed out too: My name is Carlos and I've been here in Miami for seven months. Like The Bitch ("Seven-Year Kitsch," March 31), I went to the popular Ultra Music Festival. I did not like it. It was crazy and hot and all the DJs played the same trance shit over and over again. Plus the paranoia with las policías.
The Bitch said, "Speaking of all that biohazardous waste, come on now, people, how could you possibly go barefoot at Ultra?!?! Puh-leez." Jaja! I thought the same thing.
In our expanded coverage of Art Basel ("Artquake," December 2, 2004) New Times neglected to give proper credit for the gallery and museum maps that appeared on page 36. The maps should have been credited to Art Circuits Gallery Guide and Maps Corporation (www.artcircuits.com). New Times regrets the omission.
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