Letters to the Editor - Yipee! July 08 2004

Hooray for Creative Loafing! The great filtrator and now infiltrator of news, The Atlanta Journal Constitution — Always Junking Context — has been “Out-Coxed” by Creative Loafing (News & Views, “Free at last, free at last!” July 1). It was expensive, but well worth it to keep an independent news source publishing the truth in Atlanta. The AJC’s lame attempt, AccessAtlanta, to re-create CL fails miserably in comparison.

-- Victoria Pierce, Smyrna

br>?A little jealous?
Awesome article (Headcase, “Nixon or Bush?” July 1). You covered a lot of bothersome things. And I got a great chuckle out of the Reaganites’ inability to deal with the reality of Clinton’s popularity.

-- Robyn Su Miller, Quincy, Mass.

br>?Its light shines through
My future brother-in-law, who lives in Atlanta, shared your article with me on Aiken, S.C. (The Food Issue, “Trip to bountiful,” June 24), being that I was born in Aiken and moved back here after college to work for the city for the past 16 years. He thought I would get a kick out it. He was right. You did a great job of summing up part of Aiken’s uniqueness. It is fairly cosmopolitan, but still maintains a small-town feel.

I am glad you had a nice visit and thank you for shedding a positive light on our area.

-- Al Cothran, Aiken, S.C.

?I can relate
Cliff Bostock: As one of the few people in this city who has grown up in Atlanta, I know exactly what you are talking about in your article, “Southern yarn” (The Food Issue, June 24). I, too, was dragged to Aunt Fanny’s and have often wondered how a restaurant like that could stay in business until 1992. I was always embarrassed that my family ate there, and once I almost died from choking on an ice cube ... it melted before it killed me and I am still here to tell the tale. Anyway, Atlanta has changed so much in so many ways, not the least of which is the way people view their meals and the service industry. I always enjoy your articles, but “Southern yarn” seemed exceptional to me!

-- Kimberly O’Connor, Atlanta

br>?Another year older
The correlations between “It’s only a number” (Headcase, June 24) and my own life at present demanded a reply.

I have just arrived in Atlanta where I am spending two months with my girlfriend who lives here. I am Irish, but I live in London where I am completing a degree in English and American literature at the University of London. I also write articles and am looking to forge a career as a journalist. I have just come from my hometown of Dublin where I went for the recent Bloomsday celebrations. I have also just turned 30.

This whole topic of aging has descended on me only recently. I have had what could be described as a full life to date. At 25, I was a singer/songwriter in a band signed to Atlantic Records. Age to me then was only determined by my heroes and what they had achieved at my age. I would look at Dylan and think, “What had he achieved at 25?” This would depress me, so I would shift the goalposts and look at someone like Sting and see that he only formed the Police at 26.

However, as 30 approached, I felt exactly as you described in your article. Twenty-nine might as well be 30. But since I have turned 30, I have felt strange calmness descend upon me. A sureness of foot, a resigned acceptance. I am beginning to see the limitations of youth and the possibilities of growing older.

I think what your piece points to is a general cultural malaise, something that I find is far more accentuated over here than where I’m from. Although I was horrified at what I saw during the recent Bloomsday celebrations in Dublin. There is a scene in Ulysses where Leopold eats some Denny’s sausages for breakfast. Well, Denny’s seized upon this unfortunate product placement and had a giant fry-up on O’Connell Street in the center of Dublin. There were 100 PR types handing out Denny’s sausages to people who probably never even read Joyce past school. It was sickening. Paddywhackery of the highest order. The “Disneyfication” of Joyce’s masterpiece left a sour taste in my mouth as did the famine theme park in the west of Ireland. As Joyce himself would have said, “Shite and onions!”

-- Carl Hendrick, Tucker

br>?Gotta love that word
I have always loved the word “fuck.” You can use “fuck” to mean so many more things than “sexual intercourse.” Fuck is hot, sweaty and versatile. Sexual intercourse is clinical, myopic and boring. Admit it. Which would you rather do, fuck or have sexual intercourse? If you answered “sexual intercourse,” then ask your partner the same question. My guess is you will get a different answer and it may even save your relationship. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. It rolls off the tongue like some meditative mantra. Try repeating “sexual intercourse” more than once. It just doesn’t do it for me. And fuck can be used in so many different and contradictory ways. Fuck off, fuck on, motherfucker, get the fuck outta here, fuck you, fuck me, I don’t give a fuck, fucked up, fucking crazy, etc. Now, can you imagine my joy in learning that the vice president of the United States, Dick Cheney, loves the word “fuck,” too? This is an incredibly synchronistic moment in my life. When the vice president uttered the words, “Go fuck yourself!” he joined the ranks of potty mouths everywhere. And to top it off, he wasn’t sorry for saying it. You go, Dick!

-- Tom Robertson, Atlanta