NOWHERE TO PARK
Dave Maassï¿½ cover story on the dearth, perhaps the death, of accessible downtown parking was right on the meter money [
In particular I applaud Aztec Streetï¿½s righteously indignant civil disobedience, reminiscent of Networkï¿½s Howard Beale: Theyï¿½re mad as hell and theyï¿½re not going to pay it any more.
Indeed, the extended Plaza area now reminds one of Manhattan, a theme park that you canï¿½t enter without an admission fee. Because of the Santa Fe Center, the La Esquina Building and the Doodletï¿½s renovations, and the new NM Museum of History, there are over 1,000 fewer parking places than only a couple of years ago.
And with the threat or promise of Lensic construction, the dread of St. Francis Cathedral expansion, the shock of Railyard pay lots and the terminally misguided County Courthouse plan, easy street parking doesnï¿½t have a hope.
Further, I agree 101 percent with Lisa Harris (full disclosure: as I have for our last 31 years together) that underground parking garages are way scary! Havenï¿½t the Parking Enforcement folks ever seen
Land of the Dead
or, worse still,
All the Presidentï¿½s Men
? Just askingï¿½
In short: No wonder people donï¿½t want to come downtown any more.
There is no there there.
WHERE TO START
Itï¿½s difficult to know where to begin commenting on Angelo Jaramilloï¿½s review of
] as there is so much in it that is embarrassing (for him, not those being critiqued). He does get two things right: Annie Goodwin and Frank Bond are talented actors andï¿½
is a lovely play. He dismisses almost all the other excellent work; rather than reviewing he chooses to give out the Jaramillo Awards.
As for what qualifies as local talent, he seems to believe you must be born in New Mexico, die here and never leave to have a professional career. It sounds as if heï¿½s jealous of those who have done what I assume he couldnï¿½t: go out into the bigger world (he mentions Hollywood with disdain) and achieve success.
With all that, the saddest thing in his ï¿½reviewï¿½ is his use of the English language. In his attempt to compliment the playwrights, he says they ï¿½bring...original miasmas of diverse talent....and enjoyable loquacity. ï¿½
While he was in his dictionary looking up ï¿½loquacityï¿½ to impress his readers, he should have looked up miasma which means ï¿½poisonous effluvia polluting the atmosphere.ï¿½ He also informs us that to ï¿½define great charactersï¿½ one must imbue them with an ï¿½unconscious playfulness.ï¿½ Iï¿½ve never heard any great writer, actor or teacher make such a ridiculous statement. I could go on but I usually get paid when I make notes on a writerï¿½s work.
If the Reporter wants its reviews to be taken seriously, I suggest it hire someone with even a modicum of talent as a critic, or at least someone who has a basic command of the English language.
THREE-TIME EMMY AWARD WINNER,
PARTICIPANT IN BENCH WARMERS AND "LOCAL TALENT"
HIP TO A FAULT
The Reporter might as well have reporters who report on how hip and cool the Reporterï¿½s reporters are. And then you can have a Vlog that films the Reporterï¿½s reporters reporting on the Reporterï¿½s and The Reporterï¿½s reportersï¿½ hipness and call it a documentary of cool journalism.
Recent conclusion: I wish Portland could remain Portland and Santa Fe could stand for something unique.