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Heavy on the geek: A very nice article indeed ["a href="Tooned In to Anime," by Melissa Hung, August 2]. A little biased in the direction of "all anime fans are geeks," perhaps, but that's better than anything else I've seen so far. It seems that anime has been able to reach quasi-mainstream status without the level of mindless media attacks suffered from role-playing games, although there have been some.
Thank you for keeping the media fair and open to all interests.
M. Alan Thomas II
St. Louis, Missouri
Uranium waste? My name is NeoUranium. It is nice to see an anime article. As you can see, I don't get out much; my sister, who reads the Press, had to tell me that there was an article about anime. All I do is work, go home, play video games, anime, eat, bathe, Internet and sometimes sleep. I hope to see more articles in the future.
Package deal: I wish that people like yourself in the journalism business would take it upon themselves more often to do things like this.
Anime fans are seen as people who watch nothing more than silly cartoons or animated porn where I live, and it doesn't help that the shows are often marketed to the wrong age level. You mentioned Revolutionary Girl Utena in your article -- I hold the series in very high regard for the issues it deals with and the way in which it's done. The ending is just as hotly debated as the ending of Neon Genesis Evangelion. However, commercial release of Utena in the United States was halted just after the 13th episode -- the end of the first story arc.
Software Sculptors had begun its release aiming toward young girls, but then failed to watch the entire series, and discovered it became rather dark and introspective, with themes certainly not suitable for younger audiences.
A topic being discussed among us fans right now is the packaging for the DVD release of the Revolutionary Girl Utena. Pink with a 3-D logo and a picture of the title character, it has us up in arms about marketing to the wrong age level. The movie itself contains graphic violence and themes that no American filmmaker would dare touch. Perhaps your article will help get the word out that people and parents should examine more closely what they buy.
Nix the negative: I am a systems analyst for St. Luke's. I find your article ["Riding Out a Dot-com Downturn," by Jennifer Mathieu, August 9] filled with sarcasm. You have portrayed George Molho as a fat, big-egoed, racist blowhard who does not know his company is going down the tubes.
It is beyond me as to why you would put some family's dirty laundry on the Web when you are supposed to be focusing on ACE. To speak of a childhood abduction in the article is irresponsible.
Your article jumps around from topic to topic. What is there about failing dot-com companies? George's bio? Parental kidnapping? Reading coffee grounds? Napping on the couch and childishly begging for a cigarette? Is this a serious newspaper or something akin to the Enquirer? If investors were to read your article, ten-to-one they would not invest in ACE.
If I were ACE I would sue you for your slanderous article, and for misrepresenting the intent for the interview. Rest assured I will spread the word about what type of paper you are running.
A slippery slope: After reading your article ["Battle Corps," by Nancy A. Dean, August 2] very carefully, I cannot make a favorable comment. Your approach to the topic, which for some time has been under careful consideration by the Consular Corps of Houston, is sloped and inexplicably emphasizes matters that are irrelevant to the central subject.
In your long article, you leave out the main issue related to the very essence of the Consular Corps. The members of the Consular Corps are those who are appointed by a national government and accredited by the authorities of the country to which they are designated.
In my conversation with the writer, I insisted that it is not convenient to focus on actions and personal attitudes that belong to the past and are not a representation of the Consular Corps. That approach cannot contribute at all to the solution of the impasse that has been produced. I never made any negative remarks about any of my colleagues, as you mention toward the end of your article.
Sprouting off: I thought the Skewer column "Science Made Easy" [by George Alexander, July 19] was a clever and accurate take on the salmonella scare, with one exception. Caesar salad is not "practically the only culinary gift to the world created in California."
I am astounded that a food critic who does his historical research would be so ignorant of California's contributions to the national palate. From Monterey Jack cheese (developed by missionaries in the 18th century) to the cobb salad to the California sushi roll, the Golden State has a long history of culinary innovation.
During the Gold Rush, French refugee Isidore Boudin developed the San Francisco sourdough bread for hungry miners. Luther Burbank bred the Santa Rosa plum and white peach. And Rudolph Boysen crossed the loganberry and raspberry to create the boysenberry, which flourished on Walter Knott's berry farm.
Many other foods, from fish tacos to dim sum, entered our cuisine through California. In fact, the current trend toward fusion and fresh, locally grown produce started you-know-where.
May I suggest a bottle of white zinfandel to go along with Mr. Alexander's appetizing meal of crow?
Beef About Beef
Killer food: I propose that Robb Walsh's next Cafe piece on chop houses ["A Matter of Fat," August 2] be accompanied by an article on the morality of killing merely because one happens to like the taste of dead bodies.
Houston Press authors have written sympathetically of prison inmates slain by the state and family pets poisoned by the stupid. When it comes to the ethics of killing, these are safe subjects, for they pose no challenge to opinions already held by the Press's audience. Whether it is acceptable to torture and kill nonhuman animals for the flavor of their fat, however, is a question never raised.
The saliva that Walsh produces each week may be good for restaurant advertising revenue. Walsh is obviously the best writer at the Press. But from the perspective of anyone who has tried candidly to imagine the lives of animals bred for slaughter, such food writing as his is a macabre sort of pornography.