Claire’s too cool for school
After reading Claire Suddath’s “Geek Love” (Planet Claire, Sept. 8), one word came to mind: bravery. It’s an attribute with which Ms. Suddath needs to become acquainted. Instead of devoting her entire article to trying to convince readers that she is “cooler” than “geeks” and going for cheap shots, shopworn clichés and easy laughs, a brave person and talented journalist might have actually asked the person dressed as a Klingon or Storm Trooper why they have the interests they do or why they attend these conventions. Perhaps Ms. Suddath still longs for her high school days, spent in grey hallways bullying the kid who was different, who carried a Star Trek
lunchbox and liked fantasy novels. It was so much easier for people like Ms. Suddath to laugh at that person than to take a chance in front of “pseudo cool” people and actually interact with this person. I also was perplexed that Ms. Suddath actually seemed proud to be, as she described herself, “a person that likes to make fun of people,” “generic” and “gossip-magazine-reading,” three qualities I would be far more embarrassed to possess than an interest in science fiction or Star Wars
(Goodlettsville) If you quit picking up the Scene, how did you read the column?
I was really appalled at the tone of Claire Suddath’s article on Dragon*Con. Whatever happened to live and let live? For instance, I don’t obsessively buy shoes or purses, streak my hair or get tattoos. But I also haven’t published an article making fun of those who do.To clarify, yes, I have been to Dragon*Con—once, in 1989. That was plenty; it was an experience I did not choose to repeat. But when did sniping at people who are different than you become a major spectator sport instead of just plain cruel? Just because the people who choose to attend Dragon*Con seem weird to you, that doesn’t mean that you’re not just as weird to them. Differences make us stronger and smarter, but not when we use them to be hurtful.Thumbs down, Scene
, for turning into the Nashville Enquirer. But I do thank you for reminding me of why I quit picking you up.Kimberly Hansingsoleada103@yahoo.com
(Nashville) A winning article
Thank you for Randy Horick’s encapsulation of Sewanee’s remarkable football season of 1899 (“A Winner’s Tale,” Sept. 8). The state of Tennessee has had many great teams, notwithstanding nearby Cumberland University’s rout by Georgia Tech, 222-0, in 1916. For readers who would like even more information on the Iron Men of Sewanee, please see Wendell Givens’ story in the fall 1993 Tennessee Historical Quarterly
(still available from the Tennessee Historical Society). The team photo reproduced with Horick’s article is from the Tennessee State Library and Archives, which also opened an exhibit of Coach John Majors’ football-related papers on Sept. 10. Even more details of our state’s old gridiron powerhouses, including Fisk, Tennessee State, Vanderbilt, Grant University, Memphis State and Tennessee, can be found in the entry on “College Football” co-authored by Coach Majors for The Tennessee Encyclopedia of History and Culture
, which can be found free online at http://tennesseeencyclopedia.net/. The 2006 season will mark the 120th anniversary of varsity team football in Tennessee, giving us more marvelous stories. Thanks for sharing Sewanee’s with us.Ann ToplovichExecutive directorTennessee Historical Society email@example.com
(Nashville) A family man
I am writing in response to Jim Ridley’s well-written article regarding the life and loss of Max Vague (“Life Lived and Lost,” Sept. 1). There is a very important aspect of Max’s life that is not mentioned in the article. The story says that, in his last phone call to his fiancée, he said he wanted the world to know he was a good man. He was, but he was also a good husband and stepfather. I was introduced to Max on Nov. 11, 2000, by my first husband, Kenny Wright, with whom I share an amazing son, Logan, now 15. We married in April 2001, and proceeded to have somewhat of a rollercoaster relationship. But I loved him dearly, as did my son. As a husband and stepfather for four years, this was one of the most important roles of his life, as he told my family and me many times. Max loved the domesticity of a home and family—grilling at family barbecues, vacuuming, painting bathrooms, Sunday drives in our Miata convertible through Percy Warner and sharing his deepest thoughts and coffee on the patio of City Limit. He loved our four cats, as well as traveling outside the country to Mexico, the Bahamas and Florida. A dream came true when we saw Peter Gabriel in Palm Beach under a full moon, and he faced one of his greatest fears when we snorkeled with 9-foot nurse sharks in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. Much has been said about his desire and drive to make it in the music industry, and how that led to his demise. This is not entirely the case. Max was ready to give up music, or at least to put it second to home, domestic life, and the role of stepfather, which he took more seriously than anything else in his life. Max wanted to be known for many things, but he never missed one single sporting event of Logan’s from age 10 to 14—four years of football, basketball, baseball and track. Logan inspired the song “Driverless Car” from a short story he wrote for school with the same title. Max was inspired to write the self-titled maxvague CD during this time, as well as putting together his favorite CD Collected for free download on his website. Max was indeed an incredible songwriter, musician and artist. But he would have wanted to be remembered for much more than that: most notably, his deep love and admiration of an incredible kid, Logan Wright, his own stepson the biological son of his best friend, Kenny.Teresa Wright Vaguetwright7@comcast.net
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