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V.22 No.16 |
Positively Fourth Street

arts

Someone painted the trees blue

I really wanted an iced coffee earlier and walked over to the Hyatt to get one. On my way there I noticed the trees were electric blue. My first thought was "won't they die?" Nope. Not unless they're "sensitive" according to this person. Turns out the blue trees are an art project Alibi staff writer Mark Lopez wrote about a couple weeks ago.

It doesn't matter if the paint kills them, they're probably going to be removed anyway. If that makes you sad, this update about a downtown grocery store might cheer you up. I hope the paint is water based so it runs onto the sidewalks and turns the whole Fourth Street Mall electric blue.

V.21 No.46 |

News

The Daily Word in bombings, shootings and food

The Daily Word

Tel-Aviv bus bombing.

What might the conflict in Gaza have to do with Iran?

The Fourth Street mall is not a "thriving urban environment."

Uganda's parliament has placed a terrifying "Anti-Homosexuality Bill" on today's agenda.

Hector Camacho was shot in Puerto Rico.

The White House turns down requests to release photographs taken the night of attacks in Benghazi.

A DEA agent says he was told not to go after drug perps in white neighborhoods.

The future of a mainstreamed UFC.

Main course or BFF?

"All Hail the Sweet Potato."

"All Hail Calculated Risk."

Bourbon marshmallows like whoa.

Brace yourself for the next (food-based) financial market bubble.

Grupo Bimbo wants to ease your Twinkie anxiety.

Hip-hop fatwa.

Happy birthday, René Magritte!

Russian government claims that a YouTube shutdown was the result of technical difficulties.

A rebel group in the Democratic Republic of Congo is threatening to overthrow the president.

Flaming Lips radio special this weekend.

V.19 No.42 | 10/21/2010
No, guy in a XXL T-shirt with a corporate logo, I will not have a conversation with you. I have some place to be. Why don’t you?

commentary

Leave Me Alone, People of Fourth Street Mall

Downtown’s Fourth Street Mall could be a nice place. It’s landscaped. It’s a pedestrian thoroughfare between bars, restaurants, hotels and even museums. Every time I stroll down it though, rather than enjoying the trees or the faint scent of Italian spices, I’m panhandled and/or sexually harassed by idle loiterers around the mall. What are the scores of them doing there at 2 p.m. on a Thursday? Why won’t they leave me alone when I’m trying to get a sandwich?