If the letter doesn't work, we suggest a nail file in a cake: Your recent cover story "Throwing Away the Key" (June 5, on prisoner Eddy Zheng and Gov. Gray Davis' unwritten policy of routinely denying the release of life-term inmates eligible for parole) was a powerful jolt that blew me off my usually Zen ass and prompted me to write letters of support for Zheng to the governor and the members of the California Board of Prison Terms.
What motivation does any California inmate have to get his or her act together and rehabilitate himself if rehabilitation has nothing to do with parole? I don't know about the rest of "society," but I forgive Eddy Zheng, and I think his mind and body will far better serve society out in the work force than where he currently is -- as a meaningless taxpayer expense.
Dr. Kim Makoi
Crustacean station: Thank you for the article on the Crab House ("On the Waterfront," Eat, June 5). Unfortunately, at times, because of the setup of our restaurant (perceived to be just for tourists) we either don't get any mention or at best the mention is negative. On the other hand, there are people who enjoy good food and plain fun. We serve thousands of those people every week.
Chef/Owner, Crab House
Defending the castle: I write to protest the language and grossly distorted view of Henry Brant's home, neighborhood, and appearance as stated in the opening paragraph of Jeremy Mullman's "Mind Over Clatter" article (May 29, on the experimental-music organization Other Minds). Mr. Brant and I live in a modest bungalow, true enough. The house is well-maintained. Our home does not "[sit] opposite some actual shacks on the outskirts of paradisiacal Santa Barbara." It sits squarely on a large, landscaped lot on Santa Barbara's west side, a neighborhood where homes currently have a real estate value of $400,000 to $500,000. Nor does my husband wear "Coke-bottle glasses." He wears the typical bifocals that anyone over age 55 might require. I am at a loss to understand why Mr. Mullman feels compelled to resort to such distortions. Certainly it does nothing to enlighten the reader, nor does it reflect positively on Other Minds, the organization the article purports to be supporting. Mr. Mullman owes Mr. Brant and me an apology.
We called the jazz police once, but they said they don't send out a car anymore unless someone is actually injured by music: As program director of KCSM-FM, the only 24-hour, all-jazz station in the Bay Area, I was happy to see SF Weekly's "Kind of Code Blue" (Music, May 8, on the current state of jazz). Many thanks for getting our frequency right -- 91.1 in San Mateo and 90.7 on Sonoma Mountain. It would have been nice, however, if Anthony Bonet had done some fact checking or, better yet, had listened to the station for himself. Had he taken the time to do that, he would have realized that we do indeed play the likes of Taylor Eigsti, Anton Schwartz, Marcus Shelby, Charlie Hunter, and Karl Denson. In fact, we take more risks at KCSM than do most jazz stations in the country, and we push the envelope of the genre rather hard, much to the chagrin of the "jazz police," as I like to call them. We even play women jazz artists, and not just the ones who sing, like the only two you mentioned in your article. So, is jazz dead? Not on KCSM, but that may depend on what you mean by "dead." So thanks for covering the jazz beat, but next time please get your facts straight.
Vegetarian reader: I sincerely hope you are not paying Max Cannon for his Red Meat cartoon that you publish every week beneath your Letters column. In fact, I hope he is paying you. No one that I have polled thinks this cartoon is funny or relevant ... or even understands it. These "secret files of Max Cannon" really are best left a secret.
How about one of the best things about the paper?: I love [Puni] (actually, I think it's the best thing about the paper), and I don't even ride Muni!
Kathleen A. Dadey