Warmed Over

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Warmed Over

Taking the heat: Every now and then it's nice to have confirmation of your beliefs. After reviewing much of the global warming information for a number of years, I had reached pretty much the same conclusions as your article ["Global Warming Is Good for You!" by Dylan Otto Krider, August 15]: 1) the earth's temperature is rising, 2) carbon dioxide levels have greatly risen since the industrial age, 3) there's really no scientific connection between the two, but jeez, if you don't know what you're doing, maybe you shouldn't do it, and 4) the earth is big enough and old enough to take care of itself; the question is what do we want it to be?

If the temperatures keep rising, I am somewhat on the side of the crowd that says it will be a good thing. Certainly Denmark will make out, getting back all that green in Greenland they lost about 600 years ago. It might help reforest the rain forests and the Pacific Northwest. Most important, I should be sitting pretty. Living on the ass end of Spring Branch, I will be in possession of some valuable new Gulf Coast property.

But I can't help but think about the poor energy lobbyists under water in their River Oaks and Georgetown mansions. At least Kenny Boy will be high and dry in his ivory penthouse (like him or not, the man knows how to cover his ass). But if you think the bugs are big, bad and virulent now…

Alex Procyk

You auto try this: Reading this feature in steamy weather made me laugh. Good job! Here's what I've done to reduce global warming:

Ceiling fans cut down on my electricity bills. When I feel warm I put on shorts and sit under a fan. Because sweat is my body's free air conditioning, I stay comfortable. If I still feel hot, I turn on the window a/c in one room and shut off the others. My place is far from energy efficient, but my July electricity bill was just $48.

I enjoy riding the bus. I save money, because keeping a car, according to AAA, costs $500 a month or more. Yes, you'll end up walking to bus stops. My doctor told me to walk more. It works the blubber off my butt.

Bicycling's fun; the happy hormones it causes are a cheap, legal, healthy high. Because I'm a smoker and an overweight middle-ager, my limit is about five miles. If you carry a watermelon on your bike rack, be sure to tie it down well. They splatter when they fall off.

If you're willing to try something radical, move closer to work. Yes, the rent may be higher, but how much will you save on auto expenses? In Houston, we spend $9,000 a year per household on getting around. We spend more on driving (22 percent) than we do on housing (16 percent), according to the Surface Transportation Policy Project. Add to that the public costs, freeway building, etc. You won't miss the freeway time, will you?

Try it, you might like it.

Nan Hildreth

Indian simmer: I always get an enlightened laugh or "wry" smile from Rich Connelly's News Hostage column, especially when he lambastes the Chronicle for its clinical drowsiness or patronizing deletion of words that it deems unsuitable for print. For example, he chided Chron editors [August 15] for allowing jokes about abortion and child molestation into a review of a comedienne, while editing out her mention of the word "penis" in another joke, thereby eviscerating its humor.

This is a dead-on, fair criticism, funny in itself. But if consistency counts, Rich could also read the global warming feature in the same Houston Press, and wonder at a line quoting one of the story's main subjects: "cars go away, the trucks go away. We go back to almost living like the [Native Americans]."

Now, if we're mature enough to handle the word "penis" in a Chronicle direct quote, we can surely absorb the blow of "Indian" in a Press direct quote. Strangely, this editing seems out of place in an article that elaborates on the perils of political spinmanship.

It's a small point, but in the end it almost undermines, and certainly highlights, what Dylan Otto Krider is questioning: political bias in the media.

Name withheld by request

Editor's note: You wrongly assume that the person who was quoted said the word "Indians." The brackets replaced a slang term that would have been offensive to American Indians. There is a difference between publishing the names of body parts or even profanity, and the gratuitous use of racial slurs that demean ethnic groups who are not even a subject of the article.

Shoe Scuff

Circus talk: In response to the letter from Shoe Latif [Letters, August 15] attacking the Houston Press Music Awards, it seems that every year some disgruntled reader spouts off about the outcome.

While I agree with the assertion that music is a subjective art form and not a competitive sport, I still commend the Press for its efforts to promote the local scene.

Being a 14-year mainstay of Houston's "industrial music" scene, I recognize that some good local bands such as Bamboo Crisis, the Hunger, Delicate Terror and Asmodeus X were conspicuously absent from the ballot this year. Perhaps Shoe should be grateful that the Press even acknowledges a category as specialized as industrial. I doubt it would even exist without the longtime recognition that our label, Tone Zone Records, as well as the Hunger have received both nationally and internationally.

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