Ten minutes before the meeting started, choleric murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"Fuck this." That's what Julie Kedzie calls her proprietary fighting style. She's trained in tae kwon do, Muay Thai kickboxing, combat submission wrestling and Brazilian jiujitsu. She's a mixed martial artist with a broad skill set. But in addition to her toolbox of time-tested, hand-to-hand combat techniques, she's got her own method.
How did a man survive his heart attack? What are APS buses going to be equipped with? Which big employer is adding jobs in September? And why do police say thieves struck at Isotopes Park?
As a professional eavesdropper, there are but precious few moments in my lifetime that can aspire to the folklore level. And few will be as grand for the fine art of listening in as the sudden death of Michael Jackson.
Dateline: Tasmania—A man who tried to rob a service station was told by the unimpressed clerk he’d have to come back with more firepower.
In response to Gregory Pleshaw’s letter "Angry Laurels" from the June 25-July 1 issue of the Alibi: Stop lying. We attended the Slam Laureate Finals at the KiMo Theatre, and to claim that those judges were “picked from the audience” is insulting and dishonest. At the beginning of the night we heard a brief bio of each judge, and every single one was a professional poetry editor or critic of some sort. So it’s no surprise to us that they awarded the victory to the most professional poet present that night in Danny Solis. And while we all agree that Danny will be an excellent slam poet laureate for our city, I highly doubt you'll find a single unbiased person from the audience who would honestly say Danny was the best slam poet there that night. If the organizers plan on holding future slam laureate competitions, will they please show some respect for their audience by following slam tradition of letting a genuine and diverse mix of audience members select the winner?