Month: September 2006

  • the Netherlands

    Dear Rakemag Production team,

    I’ve been a Rake reader since my dad first introduced me to the magazine about two years ago. As a lifelong metro area resident (I’m from Anoka) and a current student at the U, I appreciate the stories, commentary, reviews and info every month. I am studying abroad in Amsterdam, the Netherlands this semester and I was very excited to see the April copy of the Rake in a care-package sent from home. As soon as I saw it I knew I had to be “red-handed” abroad with one of my favorite hometown reads. The picture attached was taken at Keukenhof (www.keukenhof.nl), one of the largest (if not the largest) flower gardens in the world located in Lisse, the Netherlands. It is full of thousands of flowers, mostly tulips, which is what the Netherlands is famous for. This sunny spot was the perfect place to enjoy a bit of home on a beautiful spring day amid the flowers of the Netherlands.

    Thanks for a consistently great magazine,

    Katlin Brown

    Katlin Brown

  • I Believe It's Raining All Over The World

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    We are here and now.

    Further than that all human knowledge is moonshine.

    H.L. Mencken

    I can at best report only from my own wilderness. The important thing is that each man possess such a wilderness and that he consider what marvels are to be observed there.

    Loren Eisley, The Immense Journey

    ‘Whole thing works on gravity. Heavy falls and the light flows away.’

    –From William Kittredge’s “The Van Gogh Field,” in which a farmer explains a thresher

    Dear Eddie,

    It’s raining here, but that’ll come as no surprise to you, brother. The cold rain that camps out over these parts this time of year always did put you in a black frame of mind.

    Your long silence has become like a bad tooth to me, Ed. The older I get the more it bothers me, and about now, just when I start hauling in the split wood and building big fires in the stove, is when I find myself brooding over our old disagreements. A fire in a damp, dark house on a rainy night can be a tough thing to stare into through the long hours.

    The old man never did come to terms with what was eating you back in those bad days, and I don’t expect you ever thought he would. It might, however, surprise you to know that I feel like I’ve grown somehow closer to you in the years since you went away.

    I’ll be square with you, Edster old boy, I’ve had my fill of plenty of things. Maybe I’ve finally had that crisis of faith you were always predicting, but all I know is that I’ve lost a good deal of steam over the last several years. I’m old, of course, and haven’t been in the best of health. That’ll certainly make a man mull some, and a lot of the old crowd is dead now, which only makes this sleepy little place feel even emptier.

    Do you remember watching the thresher at work when we were boys, Eddie? It’s a powerful and damn useful metaphor in this part of the country. I like to imagine that even as a youngster I could see something symbolic in the steady, relentless work of that machine. I believe it was the thresher that put the fear of God in me, and it’ll likely disappoint you to know that I’ve never quite managed to be shook of it, even if there are increasingly days where there’s as much pure puzzlement as fear in my attitude towards the Creator. Puzzlement and fear, and also –I can’t help it, Ed– respect.

    I know this is one area in which the way we’ve always seen the world strongly diverges. I remember, believe me, some of our arguments, and some of your dust-ups with pa. And I do wish from time to time (and I guess, if I’m going to be honest, more and more frequently) that I had a bit of your cocksureness about the meaninglessness of things.

    The problem is, though, that I tend to find everything somehow meaningful, even if I can’t ever quite seem to divine to my satisfaction exactly what that meaning is.

    Still, I believe it’s there all the same, Eddie. This place hasn’t managed to beat that notion out of me. And I do believe that things happen for a reason, and that even seemingly senseless tragedies have a significance that often eludes us.

    What, I wonder, is more significant and more deserving of our careful attention than a terrible injustice or tragedy? And might that significance be reason enough to justify many of the things we can’t understand, and give some credence to the things we persist in believing?

    Significance, of course, is a difficult thing to find and make sense of in the midst of despair, but surely that shouldn’t have to mean it’s not there.

    I don’t know, Eddie, that thought –if, in fact, there’s a clear thought in there– gives me a sort of peace, and these days even a sort of peace has become precious to me.

    I hope this finds you, brother, and finds you well. I’ve been thinking about you a good deal. That’s all I really wanted to say. Plenty of the memories of our years together are good enough that I pray I won’t have to part with a single one of them in the time that I have left.

    I also pray that you’ve managed to hang onto a few of them as well, and that they give you as much comfort as they give me.

    –A letter found in an old copy of Francis Parkman’s Pioneers of France in the New World

  • How Kennedy Does It (The basic technology of lying on the website)

    Minnesota Republican Watch today has a post detailing the few lines of computer code used to change Mark Kennedy’s website to express his phony outrage at Amy Klobuchar.

    It’s funny how pathetic Kennedy and his people are, and how easy it is to puncture their lies.

    When is the Strib going to cover this, btw?

  • Of Corn Mazes and Goats

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    The barn at Deer Lake Orchards.

    Suddenly, the weekends belong to the apple orchards. They’ve figured out it’s quite a business, luring familys with hot cider, mini-donuts, jumping goats and corn mazes. My cynical side bemoans the crowds and trampled fields and toddlers with farm cats in a love-strangle. But I am renewed when, during the wagon ride around the farm, I see pampered kids get mucky while learining about flax seed and amaranth and how corn goes from field to movie theater. If they can connect their caramel apples to a place where you can smell straw and see pink baby pigs, we’re doing something right.

    Afton Apple Orchards

    Apple Jack Orchards

    Applewood Orchard

    Deardorff Orchards

    Emma Krumbee’s Orchard

    There are more listed on the Apple Journal, including my personal favorite Fall Harvest Orchard in Delano where we get to feed the cows.

  • The Dark Fantastic

    Again, it’s a big weekend for theater: For one, Gatz is running… It’s a production I had promised myself I’d see, way back when the Walker was first announcing its performing arts season. This was to be an exercise in self-betterment, or so I thought. But now that the show’s here, however, I can’t quite bring myself to sit through it. The adult ADD persists, despite my best efforts to medicate…

    Another biggie: Jeune Lune just re-opened its take on Moliere’s The Miser, which is a terrific show. (I saw it last year.) I’m not sure if it’s been written here before, but yours truly once spent about three years of her life working for l’homme at Jeune Lune. And during that time, of course, my all-time favorite theater house devolved, on the personal spectrum of adoration, from rockstar to slave driver–as any employer would, really. But there’s no need to sully my praise with personal baggage. Jeune Lune is still among my favorites. And it’s definitely the best place to take an out-of-town guest–especially if he’s a foreigner you want to convince of your city’s cosmopolitan virtues. In fact, in some instances, Jeune Lune can make you and your city look downright exotic. For example, I was able to impress a certain Hungarian last year when I suggested we meet up to see Jeune Lune’s production of Amerika. And I almost had ‘im after that night. He sprang to his feet for the standing ovation. (And these aren’t obligatory and readily handed out according to the Hungarian standard, you know…) I even introduced him to the director after the show. But then, as it turned out, something terrible occurred, and this, it seems, left an indelible mark on the hot Hungarian’s memory of our date. He offered to walk me to my car after the show, but I couldn’t quite remember where I’d parked. I could sense the disappointment as we circled through the blocks going up and down First Street. Thanks anyway, Jeune Lune.

    Addendum (added at about noon): I should also note that the Dell’Arte Company, a physical theater school and performance troupe out of Cali (and thus, loosely related to Jeune Lune), are in town this weekend to perform with Danish theater company, Jomfru Ane Teatret, in their production of The Liar: The Peer Gynt Project. It all goes down at the Ritz.

  • Kennedy Lies Again

    How you can tell Kennedy’s lying–his website is down.

    We were informed last evening of a serious security breach of sensitive Kennedy campaign information by a senior member of Amy Klobuchar’s campaign.

    This was the first sentence on the new front page of Mark Kennedy’s website today, as he tries to exploit his own vendor’s stupidity to Amy Klobuchar’s detriment. He claims he disabled the website because of the “security breach,” which, by the way, was not even a breach of his site, but the site of his advertising agency, and were not done by Klobuchar’s staff, but by an independent blogger.

    Isn’t there a law about lying about a political opponent?

    At least Kennedy’s consistent though. You may remember him as the guy who pictured Patty Wetterling with Osama Bin Laden when he ran against Wetterling for Congress.

  • Movie night…

    Hmmm, it’s definitely a movie sort of day…. For one, the Walker Art Center will preview its season of films this evening. And then there are myriad opportunities to catch arty short’uns–at the Bedlam Theatre’s Wings on a Shelf Film Festival, for example, (which begins and ends today) and at the Soap Factory’s You Were Never Here Film Series (showing through Sunday, October 8). There’s also the Viva Pedro film series, honoring filmmaker Pedro Almodovar, playing at the Lagoon…

    And if you’re in need of an Almodovar primer, might I recommend Peter Schilling’s Man from La Mancha, which appeared in our September issue. You know, LAST month… The new issue, the October one, should find its way online later today.

  • Service Gods

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    Dear Crappy Restaurants,

    I know you probably don’t care, but just in case you are having a moment of self-reflection, please go out and buy the current copy of FastCompany magazine.

    The cover features the ragerific comedian Lewis Black, whom you should recognize as your typical customer: frustrated, agitated, walking away and screaming his story to everyone he meets.

    The current issue announces their Customers First awards for 2006. Read about how the Mandarin Oriental Hotel does the simplest of things with the utmost class. Learn from the dudes at Burton Snowboards who hire people that care about the product and never stop learning. Study the brilliant people behind American Girl and how they read the customer, never underestimating their needs and desire, no matter how small. And don’t you dare skip the section with Danny Meyer of Union Square Cafe in NYC. He’s got a book coming out that should become the dogeared and underlined bible for all your managers.

    It’s not that hard, you could be brilliant, too.

    xoxoxox
    SM

  • Oh yes she is…

    There’s not much in terms of exceptional after-school activities today; unless you count the special screening of Meet Me In St. Louis, with a very special guest, the former child star of that film, Ms. Margaret O’Brien (i.e., Tootie). It all happens at the Heights Theatre tonight.

    What strikes me, however, is that a lot of fashion events are coming down the pike: Glamorama, Collage, even a Rake Appeal event starring the trendmaster, Ms. Robyn Waters. Thinking about it all yesterday, I started choreographing my own little imaginary fashion show. Funny thing is that I don’t seem so concerned with what it would look like as I am with what it would sound like: everything from “Dedicated Follower of Fashion,” by The Kinks, to “I’m Not Wearing Underwear Today,” from Avenue Q. How’m on doing on cheese factor?

    The reason for my current music obsession should become apparent tomorrow when the online version of our October issue goes live. It’s all about music, see.

  • Nowhere Man?

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    Al Franken: God Spoke, 2006. Directed by Nick Doob and Chris Hegedus. With Al Franken, Franni Franken, good sport Henry Kissinger, Ann Coulter, Sean Hannity, Michael Medved, and Walter Mondale (all as themselves, obviously).

    Now showing at the Uptown Theater. Franken will appear tonight after the 7 o’clock show for a Q and A.

    There are a number of very telling moments in the documentary Al Franken: God Spoke that should raise red flags for us liberals. At a speech in Minneapolis following the 2004 election Mr. Franken mumbles “I’m… thinking of, uh, running in 2008 against Norm Coleman.” Despite facing a crowd of enthusiastic supporters, Franken can barely look up from the podium and sounds as if he’s telling his neighbor that his cat just killed their parakeet. On other occasions Al is outgunned by the likes of Anorexic Ann Coulter and Michael Medved the Movie Critic. In fact, Al Franken: God Spoke seems to accomplish the very opposite of what its makers surely intended. For the film gives us an Al Franken who is shrill, arrogant, often misguided, and who might just be the worst candidate for Senator in Minnesota come 2008.

    Al Franken: God Spoke begins with Franken the bestselling author and follows our intrepid comedian/pundit as he helps start up his radio show, on whose shoulders the beleaguered network Air America rests. From here we go back to the hell that was the 2004 Presidential Campaign, made even worse because Franken believes, seemingly wholeheartedly, that Kerry’s going to whomp Bush. The film then follows Franken as he wades into the political tidepool and thinks about running for Senate. Then we get our man and Walter Mondale eating lunch and solemnly discussing just how dastardly the Republicans will be against brave old Al.

    The worst thing about God Spoke is its utter tedium. For a film that is about a former comic with a political bent, it is surprisingly short on good jokes or humorous moments. Mostly, it’s a campaign film: it is the second film this summer to serve as both a warning and an early political ad for two candidates with the same first name. There’s a fine moment when Franken impersonates Henry Kissinger… for Henry Kissinger himself (who looks baffled). But, for the most part, we get footage of Al as Saddam at a USO function, Al on a book tour, Al at the Republican Convention, and Al on the radio.

    As the film progresses, and begins to address its much more serious task of revealing the future Senatorial candidate, difficult questions begin to arise. Al Franken stands for… what? He certainly hates Bill O’Reilly, and God Spoke does a stellar job of giving that loathsome creature ammunition. In fact, it makes you wonder if, in the interest of being fair, the filmmakers gave O’Reilly, Hannity, and Coulter some choice barbs against Franken and left our hero looking flustered. In debates the guy starts slamming his fist on desks, demanding apologies, performing his jujitsu (as he calls it) by tossing out a barrage of facts that he can barely articulate without rambling. But the film succeeds only in making him sound like the aforementioned Al Gore . Which is not a good thing.

    So Mr. Franken has a strong position on… what? Al Franken hates the right-wing pundits. So do a lot of us, but here’s some news: Norm Coleman is not a right-wing pundit. In fact, like it or not, Coleman is doing a moderately decent job of not appearing to be entirely in the President’s front pocket (as opposed to Mark Kennedy, who is doing a lovely job of sailing his ship into icebergs) and will make a formidable candidate in the next election. We know Franken hates Bush, and dislikes Republicans. Is this enough? Is it enough that Coleman is a jerk, a whiny bastard who only sits in his Senate office because of the death of the beloved Wellstone? That’s lousy, sure, but why would Joe Schmoe vote for Al Franken? Why would anyone in a primary against legitimate Democratic candidates? Because he hates Coleman more than anyone and has a radio show? That’s hardly enough.

    In God Spoke, Franken and company exist high in the political stratosphere. We see him schmoozing at the Capital City Grille, hanging out with Hillary Clinton, making senators laugh, drinking wine in Newsweek’s wine cellar (who knew?) and being on the air with Michael Moore. We learn that his parents were staunch Republicans who became staunch Democrats when Barry Goldwater was the nominee in ’64. They did so because of Goldwater’s refusal to support the Civil Rights movement. It is interesting that, for a guy who brings this up as often as Al does, he is surrounded almost entirely (if not entirely) by whites… and if this were a film about, say, Norm Coleman, we’d certainly be braying about his ‘lily-white’ entourage.

    Al Franken believes passionately about… what? The movie never really says. He is a comedian, a smart man, and a pundit. He has a crack staff of fact-checkers that put the right-wingers to shame. But does he have a history of public service? What does he think about education? About Iraq? About terrorism, health care, you name it. It’s not enough to just assume that there are left-wing answers to these concerns and that Al Franken is a better man than Norm at addressing these issues. Will the guy actually do his job? Introduce legislation? Or will he just gripe all the time… kind of like he does right now.

    So what does Al Franken believe? Perhaps Al Franken believes that he is the liberal response to the Republican’s Hollywood onslaught. Maybe he sees that the right has successfully co-opted the movies and politics, giving us the right honorable Ronald Wilson Reagan in the performance of a lifetime, and now A. Schwarzenegger as the California Gov. They’ve raised the curtains on Fred Dalton Thompson and Fred Grandy (oddly enough, both guys are from Tennessee). Conservatives have learned the lessons from the media, from television and radio and the movies; now perhaps we have learned and are serving up a likeable face of our own.

    But is this a good thing? Is it enough to simply detest a candidate and be amused by another? Isn’t it better to feel as though your man or woman has a vision, like Wellstone’s, someone utterly comfortable wandering amongst the crowds, maybe even someone who’s accomplished more than just acting like Stuart Smalley and barking into a microphone. Even if his facts are correct.

    So when watching Al Franken: God Spoke it’s entirely fair to wonder just what Al Franken stands for as a candidate. And then to ask: can’t we do better than this?

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