For years, Lynda Barry’s Ernie Pook’s Comeek made the back pages of alternative weeklies across the country worth reading. The adventures of Marlys, a geeky girl who aspired to be a revolutionary funk dancer in the seventies; her angsty, zitty older sister; and their loony, hookah-sucking Filipino relatives unfolded with humor, pain, beauty, and a self-consciousness that could be understood by anyone who was ever a dumb little kid, which is all of us. More recently, Barry has written novels and worked on her outsider-ish art from a top-secret and remote location somewhere in Wisconsin. 1 College St. N., Northfield; 507-646-4023; www.carleton.edu
Month: March 2006
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Impacted Nations
This ambitious traveling show focuses on the environmental destruction of native lands by energy interests–from dam building and coal mining to oil drilling and logging. Jaune Quick-to-See Smith and Michael Horse are some of the well-known names among the more than forty artists in the show, but there are a few compelling pieces by newer names, as well. For instance, Neal Ambrose-Smith’s Coyote Sees Two Worlds combines native forms and imagery with colors and composition that recall Constructivist-style propaganda posters, while America Meredith’s Pop-influenced Produced Water: Salt the Earth has the Morton Salt girl and a cowboy-hatted businessman walking arm in arm through an oilfield (toxic brine is one of the byproducts of oil drilling). While there’s plenty here to induce shame, despair, and anger, there’s also a sense of hope in the idea that Native Americans can and should take a place in developing renewable energy, like solar and wind power. 1113 Franklin Ave. E., Minneapolis; 612-870-7555; www.honorearth.org/impactednations
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Cupid and Psyche: Neoclassical Visions of Love
With Valentine’s Day safely behind us, we can approach Baron Franois Gerard’s classic depiction of romantic love with less hubba-hubba and more astute appreciation. Simply put, this is a very old painting featuring beautiful naked people, and though it may conjure memories of Victorian valentines, it also illustrates one of our most enduring myths with surprising complexity. Does Psyche really want that guy with wings to smooch on her? Her face is as clouded as the azure sky behind them. This painting is on loan from the Louvre; save the plane fare to Paris and see it with select related works from the institute’s own collection. 612-870-3131; www.artsmia.org
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The Juxtapoz Art Show
Check this out, New York and California: This year the Twin Cities is hosting Juxtapoz magazine’s annual national exhibition of street art, hot rod art, and pop-surrealist paintings, along with tattoos and graffiti. That’s right, it’s here with us in the heartland, coastal cred be damned. (Ask us how great the two-day opening gala was–especially the Melvins gig.) With works from seventy artists distributed between Uptown’s Soo Visual Arts Center and downtown’s OX-OP Gallery, you can consider the jaunt between the two spaces as a breather. Juxtapoz, the cutting-edge journal that first gave so-called lowbrow art serious consideration, fuels this gathering of fractured genius, calling in the complementary action of rock -n- roll to make it a full-on sensory event. SooVAC: 2640 Lyndale Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-871-2263; www.soovac.org; OX-OP: 1111 Washington Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-259-0085; www.ox-op.com
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In the Mailbag This Month
Several artists who shall remain nameless wrote to complain that they had not been included in last month’s cover story about hot Minnesota art stars [“Making It”]. We normally love to namedrop and logroll terrific overlooked artists, but we’re looking after you here, folks. Take our word for it: There is no elegant way to press these sour grapes into the sweet wine of publicity. But we’ll mention you the next chance we get!
Send along your own rakish reflections to: letters@rakemag.com. But please remember: We assume submissions are intended for publication, and we cannot return materials sent by mail. (Don’t send valuable originals!) Letters may also be edited for length and clarity.
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Googling 'Nerd Repellent', Finding The Rake
In your review long ago of Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King [the Broken Clock, December 2004], you suggested to bring “plenty of nerd repellent.” Do you know where I might be able to purchase some effective nerd repellent? I live in a backward state called Illinois where the inmates are running the asylum, so to speak. Social norms have been reversed and nerds have been able to focus their anger and frustration to repress anything that is cool. Nerds have banded together to give the appearance of coolness in their social cliques, but really they just create jealousy through exclusion. They then pass off this aloofness as coolness and convince the suckers in the baby boom generation that they are actually cool and prestigious thereby gaining access to all the best jobs and exclusive clubs and such. Now you know what I know, I can only pray that I make it through the night and I am not taken out by some nerd gestapo.
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Money Doesn't Grow On Trees
I have been in the organic-food industry for over thirty-seven years. I have been a retailer, wholesaler, producer, manufacturer, distributor, and IT guy for the largest organic network in the U.S. I will not attempt to repudiate your claims in “Trust but Verify & Serve with a Light Burgundy” [March], although it is very tempting, some are so ludicrous and the logic so ill conceived. I am sometimes asked why organic food is so expensive. I reply, “Why is conventionally raised food so cheap?” The premium prices that some organic growers are paid are merely the prices that every farmer should receive. We are still losing farmers. We are still consolidating farms. Folks are still abandoning rural America after graduating from high school. We pay the lowest percentage for our food of any civilized nation, but no one ever discusses the subsidies that are built into the conventional agriculture system.
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Globalization At Home
Regarding Clinton Collins’ March column [“Who are you calling an ‘underperformer’?”]: You don’t have to go to Silicon Valley to find this point of view about U.S.-born Caucasian students. You can find it here at the U of M. I am a research faculty member in the Division of Biostatistics, School of Public Health. For fifteen years now, a substantial majority of our students have been from mainland China. The same is true of every biostatistics and statistics program in North America. I know of no instances in which a biostat or stat student from mainland China has returned after graduating, so North American junior faculty are now also mostly Chinese. With our foreign students from other countries, this means our native-born U.S. students are a distinct minority. Now, I think this is great. First, our admissions are not competitive, so our foreign students aren’t displacing anybody, and plenty of biostat jobs go begging, so they don’t take jobs from anybody. Second, because they stay here after they graduate, China is essentially exporting its best technical talent to the U.S. Personally, I like mixing with foreign students and I’ve gradually become more and more interested in Chinese culture, to the point where I’m studying Mandarin at the U, playing in the Minnesota Chinese Music Ensemble, and marrying a woman from Taiwan. However, there is some sentiment that our Chinese students are of higher caliber than our native-born students. A U.S. citizen with an M.S. in Biostatistics foregoes a lot of income in the four or five years it takes to get a Ph.D. Also, ours is not a first-tier biostatistics program, so the better native-born students tend to go to, say, Harvard or Johns Hopkins. Therefore, we need to cut our native-born students some extra slack–exactly the attitude Mr. Collins found in Silicon Valley high schools. My own experience supervising M.S. and Ph.D. theses is not consistent with this argument, and this view is by no means universally held. But it’s there.
James S. Hodges,
Minneapolis -
Actually, It's a 13-Striped Ground Squirrel
The North Dakota article by Jennifer Vogel [“No. 1 Hard,” February] made me want to move back to North Dakota. After living in Minnesota for many years, I have listened to put-downs of North Dakota from fellow workers and friends. But I have always taken it with good humor. After all, most of these people went to a school with a rodent for a mascot. I feel fortunate that I have lived in both North Dakota and Minnesota and it is sad to see what is happening in small towns and rural areas in both states.
Ed Raney,
Lake Elmo -
Town Talk Diner
They were painful, those three years we spent waiting for the lights at Town Talk Diner to flicker on again. A series of delays only added to the tension for fans, who were dying to see what a quartet of hotshot refugees from some of the Cities’ (and the nation’s) finest restaurants would do with diner food. What’s the shine? Is it the frickles, a snappy snack of fried pickles? Is it the seemingly innocent cherry shakes spiked with schnapps? Could it be the Banana’s Foster French toast? All of the above, and then some. The reborn Town Talk is all things fun and familiar, concocted with a twist. Its resurrection may have come slowly, but also oh-so-surely. 2707 Lake St. E., Minneapolis.; 612-722-1312