“My whole life I was introduced as someone else,” Anthony Kennedy Shriver quipped to the well-heeled crowd before him at a Toronto benefit dinner this past fall for his Best Buddies foundation. “I grew up the nephew of President Kennedy. Then I was the nephew of Senator Kennedy. Then I…
Now that the deluxe edition of Napoleon Dynamite is out on DVD, there is absolutely no reason to do anything but remain indoors indefinitely, memorizing every line of the uniquely hilarious, eminently quotable film about a clan of unselfconscious Idaho nerds and their junk-food-eating llama. To help readers get started…
My Daughter, Bad and Good With help she went from one to the other: Rebecca Wakefield did a great job with her article about my daughter Laurie Lichtman (“Tow Head,” January 6). She truly captured the real Laurie. Laurie and I are not proud of her drug years, but I…
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s really flattering that so many people have wanted to write about us,” explains Adam Zimmon, guitarist for the Spam Allstars, while furrowing his brow over the barrels of ink that have been expended on his band. The New York Times, the Washington Post, and countless…
For the first time in more than twenty years, the 24 hours of Christmas ticked by without a single note of Caribbean or reggae music broadcast by public radio station WLRN-FM (91.3). Instead listeners deprived of even the regular NPR news feed were exposed to the sounds of choirs from…
Not Just Nail-Pounders Navy Seabees can handle bullets as well as bulldozers: First allow me to congratulate Eric Alan Barton on a very well-written and touching portrait of the realities of war in his article “The Deadliest Day” (December 30). However, I feel he failed to do his homework, and…
Open That Laptop! Nobody boards the plane till we’ve scrolled through every last file: After reading the delightful “Your Safety, Their Punch Line” by Adam Baum (December 16), allow me to add a few comments: As an aviation consultant, I travel thousands of miles every year to international destinations, hired…
If you spent much time at this year’s Art Basel Miami Beach art fair, you heard plenty of talk about truth and beauty, of how a painting could be so transcendent as to be priceless, its value incapable of being measured in mere dollars and cents. Save it, sister, at…
Karl Marx: Alive and Well in Miami Shamelessly pandering free weekly is plainly pinko: Why do you writers and editors at New Times assume all your readers are left-wing radicals? Example: Tristram Korten’s mean-spirited column about Leslie Rothenberg (“Judge Not,” December 9) was not a piece of journalism, it was…
One Ninety, the bistro on NE Second Avenue and 46th Street that was both ultra-chill alternative to South Beach and neighborhood hangout, will hang up the “Closed” sign for good this week after a three-year run. Owners Alan and Donna Lee Hughes, who cannot resolve a dispute over a proposed…
Don’t hate Fabian Basabe because he’s beautiful. “I don’t work, and a lot of people just don’t understand that,” the 26-year-old Basabe says, sounding genuinely hurt by the less-than-sympathetic response his poor-little-rich-boy persona often inspires. Pausing for a sip of his margarita, he continues: “People focus mainly on the glamour…
Art Basel Transformed My Life In three short years I went from vulgarian to sophisticate: Reading through the New Times guide to Art Basel Miami Beach (“Artquake,” December 2) reminded me that three years ago I knew next to nothing about art. I had a Marlins poster on my wall…
Jessica Dorsee endured not a moment of that whole teenage self-loathing thing. “I’d be sitting in my high school classroom and I’d see myself, instead of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., addressing crowds. I had visions of myself as a great leader. If you went back and talked to the…
They aren’t nearly as morbid as the tourists who swarm to the entryway of Gianni Versace’s South Beach mansion, taking snapshots of each other on the very spot where the fashion designer was gunned down in 1997. But then the steady stream of pilgrims arriving at 461 Ocean Boulevard in…
Only a Fool Would Say People Were Duped Voters knew perfectly well that $275 million would go to two museums in a waterfront park: It is ludicrous to suggest, as Kirk Nielsen did in “Vote for Culture” (November 18), that Miami-Dade County voters were “lured” into passing bond issue #8…
Temblors above, business continues below; such is the topography of Miami’s burgeoning artscape. But just as our city’s established and emerging serious artists get ready to snatch the limelight from the poseurs — at least for a few days, during Art Basel — tectonic plates grind to create a little…
“Why are people wondering why the Republicans won the election?” asks Ruthie J with a touch of annoyance. During the course of Kulchur’s conversation with the midday host of Miami’s Christian radio station WMCU-FM (89.7), this is the only subject that ruffles her eminently patient demeanor. “Why is this such…
Gail Bobb is a single mom. A pretty, prim 39-year-old native of Guyana, she moved to South Florida in 2001 with her two nearly grown kids, Frank and Theresa. “It was paradise,” she recalls with a Caribbean lilt. “At first.” Bobb padded the pavement for four months until, finally, she…
Space Cadets, Don’t Mess with My Music In a word, it’s c-r-a-z-y to try competing with Ultra: I am a loyal electronica junkie and have been to every Ultra Music Festival since year three (I was out of town for both one and two). Ultra was, is, and always will…
On November 2, weeks before the December 21 solstice, a long, dark winter began for our country, its icy tendrils curling around the equator and stretching from pole to pole. During this new Ice Age, species will perish. The Alaskan wilderness will become an oil field. Government will be based…
All right, progressives. You want a real reason to cry? Enough with the voting machines already. Please shut up about an Ohio recount. And forget the much-vaunted Republican turnout in Florida’s I-4 suburban corridor. Instead look to our own backyard, right here on South Beach. In the 72 hours preceding…
The Embrace of Public Radio Peter J just wants to give you a big hug: Such venom! Such bile! And personal attacks! Gee, it’s public radio, can’t we all just get along? As Joe Cassara’s counterpart at WLRN-FM, and the subject of one of the aforementioned attacks, I’d like to…
