You remember when the only fast-food restaurants in town were Jack in the Box and Taco Bell. You know the Social Sciences and Humanities Building like the back of your hand. You still drive by the Pi Kap's old house on Russell Boulevard and expect to see people sitting on the roof. You've had two bikes stolen, you never have trouble with the bike circles like you used to, and you carry your bike light with you at all times. Suddenly, you're a slow-growth advocate.
Some artists simply pay lip service to the notion of giving their all for their art.
Wenz strung the hammock, stripped and climbed in as a cohort snapped a series of photos. According to reports in both The California Aggie and The Davis Enterprise, reactions of Coffee House patrons ranged from enjoyment to indifference, with the exception of a Coffee House manager who called police to complain that the performance was blocking business traffic. Neither man was arrested or cited, because no patrons would step forward and say they were offended by the production. He's the Sinatra of salmonella, the Elvis of E. coli. He's food-safety educator Carl Winter, and he wants to sing his way into your stomach.