The Last Meal

This ravenous raven has been wing-deep in tears since it learned that its all-time favorite eatery — Stacy’s, at 1153 East Jefferson Street — was being forced to leave its home of seven years, de-nested on far too short notice. Owned and operated by chef Stacy Phipps and family, the…

Scammer From the Slammer

Chandler freelance writer Randy Harrington triggered a foaming-at-the-mouth frenzy in the anti-immigration movement earlier this month when he published a bombshell story revealing that Mexican government officials are supposedly providing substantial aid to Mexican citizens seeking to illegally enter the United States. “The Mexican Consulate is briefing illegal aliens, and…

Letters From the Issue of Thursday, July 27, 2006

Candy Nobody Wants Coward of the county: Funny column by The Bird on Andy Thomas. I can’t believe this guy was cowering inside his office under armed guards during the peaceful pro-illegal-immigration march (“Candy Thomas,” July 20). He’s truly clueless about the people he hates. I still can’t believe he’s…

Think Pink

Tricky T’s on the tables at Camus this Sunday, dropping tracks as diverse as Damian Marley, Devo, Nine Inch Nails, and old-school Michael Jackson, while mixologist extraordinaire Carson Quinn prepares another one of his amaretto-infused Carson City Martinis for your 300-pound Paul Wall of the PHX. Yep, it’s the Lord’s…

Absentee Ballad

The Mexican presidential elections have been a freaking mess. I voted for the conservative candidate, Felipe Calderón, who almost everyone agrees won the election. But the leftist Andrés Manuel López Obrador is making a mess out of this by claiming electoral fraud. Does the Mexican have an opinion of Mexican…

War & Peacenik

When Ann Marie Tate was a little girl, she wrote a story that her mother, three decades later, recalls precisely. Chien Johnson says her daughter described finding a ring on a sidewalk. The ring, Ann Marie told her mom, had magical properties. It could make wishes come true. Ann Marie’s…

Candy Thomas

Great Knights of Columbus, this carping canary can barely believe the scuttlebutt whispered in its ear-hole by a well-placed source in the offices of the Maricopa County Attorney, somebody The Bird will hereafter call Deep Beak! According to Deep Beak, our tough-talkin’ County Attorney Andy Thomas should be renamed Candy…

No Power for the Powerless

Try getting through one summer day of 100-degree-plus weather in Phoenix with no electricity. It would be beyond miserable and quickly become a matter of life and death. Last summer more than two dozen homeless people fell dead on the streets of Phoenix during a July heat wave. For most…

Remains of the Day

Construction snakes up and down pretty much every street in downtown Tempe, making it practically impossible to drive — let alone find a parking spot — anywhere near Mill Avenue or the Arizona State University campus. This has gone on all summer, and will continue into the fall. Blame it…

Rail Against the Machine

A top Valley Metro Rail manager is accused of repeatedly pressuring consultants on the light-rail project to hire a particular engineering firm — even though the consultants complained that the manager had a conflict of interest under federal law. The consultants first notified Valley Metro Rail executives of the alleged…

Can You Hair Me Now?

I just don’t get Mexicans and their grooming. The men slick their hair with baby oil, gel or Vaseline, or just shave it all off. The women wear it in ponytails with a neon green hair band or in pigtails or wear bangs created with the biggest curling iron in…

Letters From the Issue of Thursday, July 20, 2006

Humor Us He who laughs last . . . doesn’t get the joke: Thanks for adding some sanity to the nationwide debate over joking around over the Internet (“Molehill Mountain,” The Bird, July 13). Careers have been ruined inside the Mesa Police Department over this, and it’s not right. And…

Desert Storm

Sabrina Williams cringes as she opens her cupboard and pulls out her last pack of Camellia kidney beans, the only brand that cooks down into creamy and smooth New Orleans-style red beans — impossible to find in her adopted hometown, Glendale, Arizona. But Williams’ timing is good. Her parents are…

Goodbye, Phoenix

I flew into Phoenix with two light-blue trash bags as luggage. My son Hector was born in New Orleans early on Sunday, August 28, 2005, 24 hours before Hurricane Katrina and a faulty levee system devastated the city. Our new little family — Hector, my boyfriend Merv, and I —…

Molehill Mountain

How often do you get to peep porno at a city attorney’s office? This pervy pelican’s referring to Mesa City Attorney Debbie Sphincter’s (uh, Spinner’s) office, where the top prosecutor keeps alleged lewd e-mails on file. See, Mesa coppers were sending these un-PC missives to each other until an internal…

Can We Talk?

I’m a culturally sensitive, PC Asian-American who laughed my head off at Jack Black’s imitation of a Mexican in Nacho Libre. Is this wrong? Vietnammy Mammy Dear Chinita, Wrong? Of course not. While Latino activists weep and moan about how gabachos like Jack Black reduce Mexicans to stock characters with…

Letters From the Issue of Thursday, July 13, 2006

Bring on the Flunk Life skills lacking: I’m glad that you took on the unhappy task of pointing out that giving things away to poor kids may not be the right thing to do (“Flunk’d,” Sarah Fenske, June 29). The Thomas J. Pappas School does what it sets out to…

Panic Attack

Most restaurants start with a dream or a corporate scheme. Ajo Al’s started with a horrific car accident. Karen Dains recounts the bare facts of the accident with detachment: Colorado Springs, 1980. Another driver braking too suddenly; her young family’s car skidding off the road; her back broken. Even today,…

Format Busters

Just after sunset on a Monday in May, early summer heat is mellowing into a soft, balmy night, and the Arizona State University campus in Tempe is animated with end-of-the-semester buzz. A benefit concert hosted by local indie label Western Tread is starting late, and outside the Galvin Playhouse, a…

Faux Friday, Fools

What with Hot Pink! having shot its last hipster wad at Karamba this past April 28, there’s a huge, gnarly hole on Friday nights waiting to be filled. The twentysomething sleazy scenesters who rule the white-kid club scene here in Sand Land need an appropriately skuzzalicious venue wherein to work…

And We’re Glad You Did

Why do Mexicans traditionally like Chevys? Did Chevy once target the Mexican consumer base for some reason and it worked? Pocho in a Pontiac Dear Pocho, An urban legend suggests that Mexicans don’t like Chevys (pronounced with a harsh “ch” as in “chicken” and “chupacabra,” gracias) because the auto giant…

Letters From the Issue of Thursday, July 6, 2006

House Bloat Don’t hold your breath: ASU hereby demands that New Times timely correct its false statements as required under A.R.S. 512-653.03. ASU is truly disappointed by [John] Dougherty’s article (“Bleak House,” June 8). ASU responded in a timely and good faith manner to Mr. Dougherty’s several public records requests…