Cancel the Daly Show?: With a friend like Chris Daly, progressives certainly do not need enemies ["The Daly Show," Aug. 29]. He has done more damage to the progressive agenda than any Rove/Cheney reactionary could have done. While Chris Daly may be many things — including smart and hardworking — he is not a progressive. Progressives stand for something; Daly stands against everything and for nothing. Progressives try to move a community forward; Daly takes a perverse delight in obstructing the mechanisms of City Hall so that nothing gets done.
If he really cared about the issues he says for cares so much for, then maybe he should swallow his insufferable pride and actually try to work with the mayor and his fellow supervisors to get things passed. But no, all that Daly cares about is Chris Daly — it is indeed the Daly Show. He is about making "statements" while opportunities for real change pass him by. He is about embarrassing the mayor, while those he supposedly champions — the poor, homeless, and marginalized — continue to suffer. The sad thing — the thing that should make all progressives angry — is that he had the opportunity to do great things. He had the chance to maybe make a real difference in this city. Instead, consumed by hate and arrogance, he has alienated his fellow supervisors, progressive supporters, and the people of San Francisco. Real progressives are not driven by hatred, but by compassion. Real progressives are not obstructionists, but realists. And real progressives understand that it is not about them, but the people they serve — a lesson Chris Daly has never learned.
Matt Smith looks out for visual learners: When my roommate slicked his Wolfman hair back into a smooth pompadour, I told him he looked like Gavin Newsom. He furrowed his eyebrows and asked me, "Why do I know that name?" He's a 27-year-old b-boy, a California native, and has been in S.F. for almost a year now. A comic book junkie (and aspiring author himself), his eyes glaze over at the slightest mention of politics. So thank you, Matt Smith, for your recent piece "Meet the Candidate" [Sucka Free City, Aug. 29]. Though the comic-style layout was no doubt intended to mock people just like him, your spread did teach at least one person one thing about our mayor: his name.
To Sur with Love
Death Cab drives down Highway 1: Seeking the truth is a vital part of life. Sharing this journey with so many people is an awesome thing to do [Let's Get Killed, Aug. 29]. Really looking forward to Ben Gibbard's [Kerouac-inspired] music and wishing for him to find the insights he seeks.
Our Sept. 5 story "Lines of Longitude" [Fall Arts Guide] misstated the dates of LINES Ballet's fall performances at Yerba Buena. The show runs Nov. 3-11. SF Weekly regrets the error.