Year: 2005

  • I've Seen That Guy Before

    “Donny Highrise” is my new hero [The Rake’s Progress, June], but I feel
    like I’ve seen him somewhere before. Is it possible that’s not his real
    name? Is the man in the photograph some kind of cheap Donny Highrise
    imposter, because Donny himself was too shy to pose for photos?

     Lisa Clifton
    Minneapolis

    Well, now, that’s a hard one to answer. Let’s just say this: That is
    Donny Highrise, played by Eric Page. Page is a local comedian and
    model, who can be seen with his entire troupe at the hilarious online
    sketch-comedy site, Flapping Crane. Point your browser to
    www.flappingcrane.com, but be forewarned that Donny Highrise is in big
    demand these days.—Eds. 

  • It's Only a Day

    I appreciate your enlightening information [Sex and the Married Man,
    March]. However, your idea about not abstaining is rather saddening. It
    is not surprising that many people are dying from the dreaded disease
    AIDS because of similar ignorance. I consider it unfortunate that there
    are some like you who insist on having sex outside marriage, although
    religiously speaking, the Bible advocates otherwise. I also appreciate
    that we all have different religious backgrounds, and I do not know
    yours. But if you are a Christian by religion, I think you need to
    revisit your convictions from a clearer biblical perspective.  If
    you are from another background, what would you advise those on a
    continent like Africa where AIDS is sweeping millions away because of
    careless indulgence in premarital sex? Have yourself a sexless day,
    won’t you?

     Janet Wanjiru
    Nairobi, Kenya

  • Three Feet?

    I am a faithful reader of The Rake, and thoroughly enjoy your columns.
    [Sex and the Married Man, June] caught my attention because it deals
    with the issue of erectile dysfunction and the drug industry’s solution
    to everything—pills. I think you are missing a key issue in this
    article. It is proven that the absence of a male foreskin has
    ramifications that America is only recently beginning to understand.
    When you cut off over three feet of veins and arteries, as well as
    twenty to fifty thousand nerve endings, you are going to have problems
    with your penis. It was not meant to function properly without a
    foreskin. While I do believe that psychological issues play a role
    here, the key factor is that circumcision destroys, denudes, and
    otherwise does great harm to male sexual function.

    Nicholas Ferlazzo
    Minneapolis

  • Great Depression

     [“The Worthlessness of Things,” June] was a great article with
    deeply depressing content. The writing style made me feel like I was
    walking through the man’s life myself.  The unsatisfying and
    abrupt ending was perfect for the theme of an unfinished life.

    Jim Larson
    Minneapolis

  • Learn Intolerance

    I enjoyed “Church and State” by Adam Minter. Especially because one of
    his observations reveals a flaw in the progressive value of tolerance
    and the point at which tolerance becomes irrelevant. “Johnson espouses
    tolerance as a philosophy, but he has a difficult time extending it in
    this instance,” Minter writes of Sen. Johnson’s dissatisfaction with
    Chaplain Hall’s ministry. What Minter forgets to mention is that not
    only are fundamentalist Christians intolerant, they openly mock the
    ideal of tolerance even as they whine about liberals’ intolerance
    toward them. To most liberals, the accusation of intolerance is
    anathema and the only way to respond is to go on the defensive. Caught
    in the trap of politically correct thinking, most liberals cannot bear
    to define themselves as intolerant. But that has to change very soon if
    there is to be any future for a progressive agenda. Tolerance is a
    virtue that we should extend as far and wide as we possibly can. 
    But the virtue of tolerance cannot be extended to groups of people who
    are themselves intolerant, and liberals should stop making any further
    pretense of doing so.  Fundamentalists of any creed are barbarians
    who do not deserve the privilege of tolerance in a democratic, secular
    society as long as they refuse to extend it to others. They shun
    knowledge, promote ignorance, condone violence against women and
    children and adhere to a social hierarchy that places a wealthy WASP
    elite on the highest pedestal. Their concerns do not merit serious
    consideration because they emanate not from a legitimate theological
    context, but from a sense of self entitlement, false piety, and a
    shameless will to power. Power is in fact, the only thing they worship.
    Lest Minter give anyone the wrong idea: We have a duty to subvert and
    dismantle intolerant groups in any legal way we can. Whatever hat he’s
    wearing, Senator/Pastor/Brigadier General Johnson has my admiration and
    respect for his ability to place the common good above his own personal
    religious beliefs.
    Justin Teerlinck
    St. Paul

  • Fashionable Ideals

    On the surface, Armi Ratia and Lilly Pulitzer have a lot in common.
    Both women got their start in the 1950s and became famous for producing
    fabrics printed with bright colors and bold graphics. Both had a
    spirited, playful appeal—Pulitzer had her kitschy duck and turtle
    patterns, and Ratia named her company Marimekko, which translates from
    the Finnish as “little Mary dress.” And Jackie Kennedy brought a jolt
    of publicity to both labels when she turned up in magazine features
    wearing their dresses.

    But in deeper ways, Ratia was the thinking woman’s Pulitzer. The latter
    was an eccentric New York socialite who got into the apparel business
    in the late fifties, after friends became smitten with the uniforms she
    made for workers at her juice shop in Palm Beach. Ratia, however, was
    ambitious from the start, a charismatic art director whose business
    sense was as sharp as her eye for talent. In 1951, when Finland was
    still emerging from the shadow of World War II, she was looking to make
    her mark in the male-dominated design world—and did so in large part by
    banking on inexperienced women fresh out of design school. She was also
    looking back to modernist “gesamkunstwerk” ideals like Germany’s
    Bauhaus movement, where designers of all kinds came together to apply
    their individual talents to a larger, progressive, even utopian vision.
    (Nevertheless, as with so many designer objects touted for their
    accessibility, Marimekko was and is relatively exclusive—Old Navy it
    ain’t.) 

    These days, with companies like Target bringing “good design” to the
    masses, it’s difficult to imagine how radical Marimekko was at its
    inception. During a time when staid florals dominated Finnish textiles,
    Maija Isola, one of the company’s first and most famous designers,
    began turning out idiosyncratic figurative patterns and large-scale
    abstractions of stones, birds, and leaves. Like her compatriot, the
    architect Alvaar Aalto, she borrowed from Finnish folkloric traditions
    while simultaneously blazing modernist trails. Then there was the cut
    of Marimekko clothing. Even as Christian Dior’s wasp-waisted postwar
    “New Look” was spreading internationally, Marimekko became possibly the
    first label to put forth an “anti-fashion” message with the designs of
    Vuokko Nurmesniemi. Aiming to create clothing to accentuate the
    wearer’s personality rather than her figure, Nurmesniemi’s voluminous
    shapes and simple lines were also well suited to Marimekko’s
    large-scale patterns.

    Marimekko: Fabrics, Fashion, Architecture, which is on view at the
    Rochester Art Center (through August 20, 507-282-8629), traces the
    evolution of Marimekko through the sixties, seventies, and on up to its
    present-day revival. Interestingly, among all the suspended fabric
    swaths and lovely, covetable dresses, it’s the video montage of
    publicity and industrial footage that speaks most clearly about
    Marimekko’s fresh, fun, and decidedly quirky sensibility. One
    especially piquant segment shows a gaggle of rosy-cheeked,
    Marimekko-clad youths cavorting on a rocky Finnish seashore. They
    gather in a circle and, laughing all the while, pass around a massive
    goblet of orange juice as a toast to clean living and tasteful
    clothing.—Julie Caniglia

  • Playground of the Rich

    The iron ore mine in Tower, Minnesota, closed in 1962. Now Tower’s
    major industry is Lake Vermilion, an island-studded jewel and one of
    the last outposts of private property before you arrive at the Boundary
    Waters Canoe Area Wilderness.

    Outside Tower, there is a turn to Old Highway 169, and then another
    onto an old logging road that wanders through the Mud Creek basin. This
    is U.S. Steel land, the largest undeveloped area on Lake
    Vermilion—roughly five miles of empty, wild shoreline. The Mud Creek
    basin is a critical wildlife corridor, providing moose, deer, wolves,
    Canada lynx, and cougar a route from the Burntside Lake area to the
    western BWCA.

    John Pahula’s father built a cabin here on land leased from U.S. Steel
    in 1946. John and his two sisters grew up walking a winding, mile-long
    trail with their parents from town to the cabin, where they hunted,
    fished, picked blueberries, cut firewood, and watched the wildlife.
    John, a Finnish bachelor, has lived year round in this idyllic
    seclusion for the last twenty years—until last year. U.S. Steel
    terminated his family’s lease and evicted him. The largest steel
    producer in the country plans to develop the area. As one local
    property-tax assessor said, “We used to mine iron ore, but now we mine
    lakeshore.”

    A little south and west, down on Leech Lake, the rough blacktop of
    Highway 200 winds out of Walker through dense aspen and pine forest.
    Suddenly, the back-roads driver comes upon a new road, one guarded by a
    fake-stone fence and heavy, electronically operated security gates.
    Forest Royal is a new gated community where luxury log homes, starting
    at $1,230,000, dot a grassy glen overlooking Leech Lake. Empty lots of
    3.2 acres with 260 feet of shoreline sell for $800,000.

    Connie Larson owns a cabin next door to Forest Royal—one of those
    rustic, bucolic nests where Minnesota families return generation after
    generation. (She asked that her real name not be used, due to her
    concerns about tax assessor retribution.) Her father, a Minneapolis
    schoolteacher, bought a fifteen-acre lot in 1943 and spent nine days
    and nine hundred dollars building his family’s retreat. Connie’s father
    died in 1980, and not long after, her husband perished in a plane
    crash. Then her mother died. Her younger sister could not afford the
    place, so Connie mortgaged her own home in order to keep the cabin.
    “After so much, I just couldn’t let it go,” she said. “It was the
    center of my family.”

    When homes and lots at Forest Royal came on the market, the local
    assessor raised the estimated market value of Connie’s property from
    $14,300 in 2002 to $74,600 in 2003, an increase of 422 percent. As
    properties at Forest Royal continue to sell, her assessments continue
    to increase. Her tax bills keep pace.

    People like Pahula and Larson represent the past. Minnesota Seasonal
    and Recreational Property Owners, an association of seasonal property
    owners, reports that the average Minnesota cabin has been in constant
    family ownership for twenty-five years. Owners have an average
    household income of fifty-nine thousand dollars. An estimated seventeen
    thousand families in Minnesota fear that they will have to sell their
    cabins in the next three years because they can no longer afford to pay
    their new property taxes. “Most of the local people have been taxed off
    the lake,” said Pahula. “I don’t like it, but what you gonna do? Money
    talks.”

    Minnesota lakeshore is a hot commodity today, with properties averaging
    about a twenty percent increase in value statewide in the last year
    alone. Some values have doubled every year for three years. The stock
    market crash in 2001 and the resulting low interest rates actually
    accelerated the vacation real estate market.

    Minnesota’s property-tax system favors development of lakeshore, rather
    than conservation of it. John James, commissioner of revenue under
    Governor Rudy Perpich from 1987 to 1991, writes in Taxing Our
    Strengths, a road map to property tax reform that was prepared for the
    2000 Minnesota Smart Growth Conference II: “Local units of government
    use zoning and other land-use tools to maximize tax revenues and
    minimize costs, often without regard for the long-term economic,
    social, or environmental consequences.” You can say that again.

    For example, the planned U.S. Steel “Three Bays” project violates local
    authority—particularly Department of Natural Resources regulations
    regarding lakeshore development—but the St. Louis County Board seems
    more than a little sympathetic to U.S. Steel.

    There are sometimes more cautious voices within local governments,
    residents who have the odd idea that the natural quality and integrity
    of the area is worth preserving for future generations. But often the
    drive for development comes from people further up the political
    structure—from the inherent commercial biases of county boards and
    chambers of commerce, to the state’s property tax code itself.

    Rod McPeak, who serves on the Breitung township planning commission,
    said, “Two years ago, Breitung Township put together a land-use plan
    for what we hoped to see as the future of the township”—a plan that St.
    Louis County approved last year. “Development is inevitable, and we’re
    not against it. We just don’t want to destroy the pristine beauty of
    the lake.”
    There is strong evidence to support McPeak’s concerns. In June, 2003, a
    study conducted by the Mississippi Headwaters Board, the Minnesota
    Pollution Control Agency, and Bemidji State University found that, on
    average, a one-meter increase in water clarity increased the value of
    Minnesota lakeshore property—property upon which local tax bases are
    built—by about twenty-five dollars per foot. Conversely, a decrease of
    one meter diminished the value of a foot of lakeshore by about fifty
    dollars per foot. That study found that “While the overall quality of
    Minnesota lakes may be good, lakeshore development has [degraded] and
    continues to degrade lake quality.”

    Well over half of Minnesota’s lakeshore is privately owned, yet current
    tax policies, market pressures, and other destructive incentives
    guarantee that this land will be developed at ever-increasing rates.
    Ironically, development often costs local townships more than they
    regain in a larger property tax base. “The [U.S. Steel] development
    will triple our expenses,” said McPeak. “The first three years will
    bankrupt us.” Regarding his eviction, Pahula said, “At first it was
    sad. Now it don’t bother me much, and I’ll tell you why. The lake is
    only a playground for the rich now. The good old days are done and they
    are gone. That was the last nice part of the lake that was left, and
    now it’ll get all built.”

    Trends in Minnesota’s lake country and forests today are moving away
    from community control, away from promoting historical context and
    continuity between generations, away from connections with places and
    people, away from preservation and protection—in short, away from
    Minnesota’s heritage.

    “Much of the high-quality lakeshore in Minnesota is already developed
    or rapidly being developed,” said Paula West, executive director of the
    Minnesota Lakes Association. “And redevelopment of priority lakes is
    occurring in some parts of the state. Seasonal cabins are being
    replaced with suburban-type homes and lawns, which create more
    impervious surfaces—driveways, roads, and roofs—that increase polluted
    runoff into our lakes.”

    The solution, said West, is for “state and local governments to put
    proper controls for development in place and be willing to enforce
    them.” So far, state government has not been much help. Its minimum
    shoreline management standards were written in 1969 and are woefully
    inadequate. Hence the need for locals to try to strengthen the
    standards for their lakes, although they often lack the power to
    enforce these regulations.

    As for local enforcement, McPeak is alarmed that no one has complained
    to the St. Louis County Board, and by the larger ramifications of this
    passivity. “It is amazing to me that they [the board] hear nothing from
    the people,” he said.  “If U.S. Steel overrides the Breitung plan,
    all local plans are up for grabs.”

    The little cabin by the pristine lake is an endangered species. Without
    drastic changes in Minnesota’s property tax system, and without
    development regulation and a change in development patterns, Forest
    Royal on Leech Lake and Three Bays on Lake Vermilion are Minnesota’s
    future. Lakes are part of our motto, our state quarter, and our license
    plates. They define Minnesota. Nevertheless, that heritage might soon
    be lost to short-term economic gain and long-term economic pain.

  • Zurich, Switzerland

    Janice writes:

    I took these pictures of my great nephews, Erik (8) and Joe (6) Brandt
    from Uster, while in Switzerland visiting them on vacation. The
    pictures were taken in Zurich.

    We left the Rake Magazine with
    our niece and nephew and family to read. The boys are Minnesota Twins
    fans and were interested in the article on the Radkes. You publish some
    excellent articles! We look forward to picking up your magazine each
    month.

    Janice Laulainen

  • Live Wrong

    In anticipation of Lance’s final ride in the Tour de France this month, let’s cast a look back to one year ago. High above the 494 strip in Bloomington, on the twenty-fourth floor of a glass office tower, at the stroke of noon on a “summer hours” Friday, twenty amateur bicyclists sweated, sprinted, and occasionally fell over to the cheers of adoring co-workers. It was the first annual Tour de Colle & McVoy, a tribute to Armstrong’s cruise to a record sixth victory at the Tour de France, and proof that the crap economy has not completely undone the Nerfy, anything-goes creative workplace of the late 1990s.

    The circular hallway that rings the ad agency’s offices provided a natural course for the indoor race, which went for twenty laps and “somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes, I think,” according to race organizer and official timekeeper Brian Ritchie, who also rode the tour. According to Ritchie, the race had its genesis in cable coverage of the Tour de France. “Every morning we’d get in and be glued to the Tour on TV,” he said. “People started getting a little competitive—there are some of us who ride on a cycling team. I decided there was only one way to determine the best rider, and that was to have an all-out race right here in the building. Also, the boss was on vacation. That had a lot to do with the scheduling of the event.”

    Among the riders on bikes of every type and price point, one competitor stood out. Kicking a foot scooter in white flip-flops and a denim skirt, Project Manager Teresa Demma estimated that she completed three laps on her unorthodox vehicle, although she admitted to some Rosie Ruiz-style tactics—namely, cutting through an internal hallway that bisected the race hallway. “I did finish with the pack, so I feel like I accomplished something,” she said.

    Training appeared to have its advantages in this race, as members of the Birchwood Cafe’s cycling team took the top three places, winning the yellow jersey, a case of Diet Dr. Pepper, and gift certificates to Krispy Kreme and White Castle.

    There was not a lot of jockeying for position in the peloton, because the narrow hallways made passing difficult. Aerodynamics played no role, and there were no major ascents. Asked what the biggest challenge was, top finisher Ryan Carlson said, “The water, definitely the water,” which had spilled from competitors’ cups onto a slick concrete floor out in the atrium, causing the skinny tires on his fancy-looking road bike to hydroplane out of control. Indeed, several riders careened into an office wall after encountering the water hazard, leaving distinctive black rubber skid marks. Asked how he would explain the damage once the boss returned, race chief Ritchie said, “Hopefully, we’re going to be moving soon.”—Dan Gilchrist

  • Ely, Minnesota

    Stephanie writes:

    Here is a pic of me reading my favorite local rag while on an Outward
    Bound staff dogsledding/skiing/camping trip in Ely, MN near the Outward
    Bound school on the edge of the BWCAW. The temps never fell below 20
    degrees that week in Feb. and topped out around 50 degrees the day
    before this was taken. Yay global warming! Can you see my tan? Thanks
    for the quality reads.

    (Now that it’s June, 50 degrees sounds really nice!)

    Stephanie Hoepner