I’ve never been able to pull off the infallibility thing. I’m genetically inclined to screwing up.
In his comment on my non-news news post on the absence of WCCO radio reporter, Eric Eskola, Britt Robson cuts me a new one:
“I’m late to the party here, but the big problem with this post is in the first paragraph. All the “media insiders” have pretty well been apprised of the reason(s) why Eskola is absent from the scene. Well, how were they apprised? Did Eskola tell each and every one of these “insiders”? Or did some of the media insiders decide it was okay and appropriate to gossip amongst themselves and are now trying to figure out “how do we explain it to the general public, if we do at all?”
That double standard is patently arrogant. Whether the reason(s) behind Eskola’s hiatus are sordid or sympathetic, what purpose does it serve to essentially say, “Us media insiders have probed enough to know what’s going on but now we’ve decided that for the sake of his privacy we shouldn’t tell you.” It sets you up as clubby and elitist. Because in this case, you are.
If you really wanted to protect Eskola’s privacy, you wouldn’t have printed a word about him. And if you REALLY wanted to protect his privacy, you would resist the temptation for behind-the-scenes sleuthing into a matter he obviously doesn’t want to publicly divulge at the current time.
Like almost everyone in the media, I have a tremendous amount of respect for Eskola’s work. I have no idea why he left his post in the front row of Capitol press conferences, but I assume it was for a good reason. If I were a media columnist, I’d like to think I wouldn’t broach the subject until I could divulge the whole story. Of course Brian has provided me with the 20/20 hindsight on how not to proceed. Because now Eskola has less privacy than before the post, with the public rabble free to speculate and appropriately believing that the media has chosen to protect one of its own.”
I probably should go into high defensive dudgeon, railing on with a lot of, “Who the f**k do you think you are calling me … “arrogant”, “clubby” and “elitist”? But Robson makes too many good points.
I think I was clear enough that I was applying The Golden Rule to what I said — and the way I said what I said — about Eskola. Yes, all (okay, “many”) of us clubby media insiders had heard the story about Eric’s situation, complete with many of the details. In most circumstances I keep a distance from the strictly personal problems of local media types. Divorces, DUIs, coke habits, seen sneaking out of Sinners on Tuesday nights … I don’t care. Call me back when it effects their work.
What got me about this story was that the clubby insider wall had been breached when I — a long ways from Eric’s inner circle — started getting asked, or rather “told” that “word was …” Eskola had screwed up professionally and was being disciplined by WCCO or someone.
Golden Rule-wise, I wouldn’t want that happening to me. As I said, in most cases sensitive personal problems are not only forgiven by the public — if it’s an addiction or something — but most often are treated quite sympathetically, especially in the case of someone like Eskola who enjoys a solid reputation for reliability and work ethic.
Did I think twice about saying anything at all. Yes, I did. So why did I write anything?
Because, A. It kind of is my beat. Even in blog world. I’m a reporter. Eskola is a high-profile media person. The last days of the legislative session are like the World Series to a sports writer, with Eskola usually playing our Roger Angell. Therefore his absence is a story. B. WCCO radio wasn’t doing anything to address/suppress the “disciplinary” rumors. C. I actually believed that saying what I said — as much and as little — would stabilize the tongue-wagging a bit to Eric’s benefit.
When he returns he may not see it that way at all. But he isn’t available for comment at the moment, and that was the call I made.
Was there a, “have your cake and eat it too” facet to my “report”? Yeah. I can see that. I walked the line on the one hand claiming to respect his privacy while on the other getting my name in the information pipeline. It’s kind of cheesy. But that’s the game some times, and I’ll apologize for it up to a point.
And that point is that on balance my concern for Eric’s well-being outweighed my desire/need to tell a juicy “celebrity” story. If I wanted to I could have.
But am I clubby elitist? You’re damn right I am. And I’m paid accordingly.
An essential part of my posts on “StribTV” is that the disintegration of the basic business model for newspapers is a harbinger of a similar breakdown of TV news. Once any source of news is available on the same screen via the same clicker as KARE and WCCO whatever “exclusiveness” those business can claim starts to melt off pretty quickly.
And it has begun.
Witness the ratings just released for the May sweeps — Nielsen’s “all important” ratings period — since the May numbers have an out-sized effect on setting ad rates for next fall’s Christmas buying season.
Every station in the Twin Cities market, with the exception of Fox 9’s 10 pm news, saw erosion in audience share (the percentage of viewers out of all local TVs in use) compared with May of 2006. KARE lost 14%, WCCO lost 15%. KSTP stayed even in share, but its ratings (percentage of viewers from all possible TVs) declined 6% over the past year.
The same trend is seen nationally, with steep dips in viewing not only of network news, but also for previously monolithic entertainment programming like “American Idol”, “CSI” and “Lost” (which, in my opinion, rallied quite nicely in dramatic terms). The Hollywood Reporter provides an analysis here.
For those of you not quite interested enough to click through, the gist is that we have arrived at that moment in the future when time-shifting by TiVo and other digital video recorders has met the video explosion on the internet with the result being a serious erosion in the way Americans’ make “appointments” with network and cable television.
Put another way, the great shift has already begun and TV is losing viewers at least as fast as newspapers are losing readers.
Jeanine Socha is a reliable TV audience analyst having tracked ratings for WCCO-TV for years before shifting across town to Comcast cable.
Her look into how what I’ll sloppily refer to as the “TiVo revolution” (the TiVo company would kill to be able to corner the market on digital recording), effects local news tells her that, “most network programming, shows like “American Idol”, “CSI”, are watched within one hour of when they were recorded, 75% within one day and 90% within two days.”
The “within one hour” part hits late local news particularly hard, and, if I’m following her correctly, there is no indication of any significant interest in TiVo-ing the local news.
Net effect? Significantly fewer viewers for KARE, WCCO, KSTP, etc.
There is some migration going on, with more viewers shifting over to cable programming (“The Daily Show” increased slightly from a 1.4 to a 1.6 share), but far more significantly, viewers have begun to use technology to rearrange their TV watching schedules to their convenience and appear to be making a value judgment on creating “special time” for the local news.
Here are the actual numbers for May ’07 vs. May ’06
I liked Rick Nelson’s Taste 50 in the Strib the other day…but I want to add a few more.
The breads from Rustica Bakery in Mpls are something I think about often. Craving a crusty baguette with a fluffy, airy center or a dense pugliese with purpose right now.
The U of M Arboretum is responsible for the Honeycrisp apple, bringing in Michael Pollan as a speaker, and pioneering hardy wine grapes. Check out their summer programs for kids which teach them about growing food, and the new Summerhouse which provides a place to buy their tasty wares.
Town Hall Brewery are the unsung meisters of beer. They consistently put out award winning beers that challenge the average drinker. Their growler program is genius and their seasonally available Retreating Darkness (made with local Peace Coffee) is the only way to suffer being a Northerner.
The slab of Nueske’s smoked bacon as a side dish at Manny’s Steakhouse. Yeah, it’s not really good for you, but man is it gooooood.
Sue Zelickson. More than just chatting on the radio and writing about restuarants, Sue Selickson is a force in the food world: she has worked hard to feed hungry kids, she has inspired and supported countless women in the culinary fields, and best yet, she shows no signs of stopping.
This weekend there’s a fashion wax museum event at Trocaderos, and I’ve noticed that it’s getting some attention. If you’re interested in attending the affair, I direct you to the Still In Style site. You’ll be pleased to know some fine designers are involved–including a couple locals familiar to us from Voltage (Hyper Lush and Kimberly Jurek). I do admit that I have my suspicions about this event … Will the “creep factor” shoot through the roof (as in the photo above)? But I’m trying my best to suspend judgment, dear friends. My promise to you: Photos. Reportage. Coming. Sometime next week.
Update! Promise Broken! Unfortunately, the live “wax models” were fashionably late about getting dressed that evening. And a close friend I had not seen in ages just happened to be rolling through town. But alas, I saw some lovely set designs:
If you can’t get to Paris, perhaps this is the next best option (or at least it might inspire you to go). But in all honesty, it’s not about Paris. It’s not about travel. It’s not about France. It’s about must-see film — Paris, Je T’aime. This collection of stories from over 20 celebrated filmmakers from around the world paints an unequaled portrait of contemporary Paris. Weaving tales of love, loss, and unexpected encounters, Paris, Je T’aime features actors Natalie Portman, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Elijah Wood, Nick Nolte, Bob Hoskins, Juliette Binoche, Emily Mortimer, Rufus Sewell, Gena Rowlands, Miranda Richardson, and Steve Buscemi. Directors include the Coen Brothers, Gus Van Sant, Gurinder Chadha, Wes Craven, Alfonso Cuarón, Gérard Depardieu, Christopher Doyle, Walter Salles, Alexander Payne, Tom Tykwer, and Olivier Assayas. This is a big deal, guys. Don’t pass it up.
FILM by Peter Schilling Mafioso Opens Tonight for One Week Only
This acclaimed comedy classic was made in 1962, given a brief American run in ’64, and then, for forty years, it vanished like a mob boss on the Witness Protection Program. Nino, the lead character, is a portly middle manager, happily passing time at a Fiat plant in Milan. He finally returns home to a little Sicilian village for the vacation he’s been promising his family for years — giving them the chance to finally meet his northern Italian wife and two daughters. But before he embarks on this trip, a local mob boss asks our poor hero to deliver a small package to one Don Vincenzo, the reigning capo of Nino’s hometown. Being a comedy, all hell must break loose. However, Mafioso isn’t just slapstick, but a poignant examination of the emergence of two Italys — the industrial north and the provincial south. Created a good seven years before the eponymous novel on which The Godfather was based, Mafioso is an obvious influence, yet it stands on its own as a sunny comedy.
Alexander is a throwback to the halcyon days of hard-bop battle royals, when a man could walk into a club with a tenor saxophone and blow the house down. Just thirty-eight, Alexander knows how to stoke a barn-burning solo until the patrons are hollering even before the climaxes. But he also burnishes his supple, muscular tone with a tidy blend of intellect and curiosity that enables him to twist but not disfigure bop chestnuts and other jazz standards. And his apprenticeship with Memphis pianist Harold Mabern has provided him with a tangible grasp of the blues. By now his annual engagement at the AQ has become a calendar-date-circling event, made all the more so this time out by the possible inclusion of pianist David Hazeltine from Milwaukee.
Friday and Saturday at 9 p.m., Sunday at 8 p.m., Artists’ Quarter, 408 St. Peter St., St. Paul; 651-292-1359; $15.
MORE MUSIC And Then There’s Sunday
Mmmmm. Is there a better way to spend a Sunday than milling about great art listening to music? The Cities 97 Acoustic Sunrise Concert series continues this Sunday with a performance by Love Songs for Angry Men. Sit in the ArtsBreak Coffee Shop or tour the galleries while you start your morning with art and music. You’ve got a two-hour window, so don’t be late.
Sunday evening won’t pale in comparison. Members of Sound Ideas will perform music and poetry for an intimate evening of creation. The ensemble includes Douglas Ewart (saxophones and invented instruments) and Mankwe Ndosi (vocals) from Minneapolis; Joel Wanek (upright bass) and Dan Godston (trumpet and percussion) from Chicago; and Jim Ryan (tenor saxophone), now from Oakland.
Sunday at 7:30 p.m., Center for Independent Artists, Black Box Theater, 4137 Bloomington Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-724-8392; $8.
THEATRE & PERFORMANCE An Unlikely Pair
How is that I haven’t heard a word about Hamluke? I have to assume that either you just don’t know about it, or I’ve simply missed all the buzz. How can you not be talking about something so utterly weird? Hamluke. Ham-Luke. Hamlet and Luke. Hamlet and Star Wars. It’s the bastard child of William Shakespeare and George Lucas. Just go see it. It’s the show’s final weekend, and it’s too crazy to miss. Besides, don’t we just have to know if there are Klingons?
Check out this video of Hamluke. It offers a great preview.
SALES Vintage, Discarded, and Designer Items
Go for a little drive and rummage through antiques, collectibles, vintage items, and other treasures from more than 300 dealers at the Trader’s Market in Elko (20 minutes south of the Twin Cities). Saturday through Monday, I-35 and Cty. Rd. 2, Elko; 952-461-2400.
One man’s garbage is another man’s furniture. You’ll find chairs, drafting tables, videos, Casio keyboards, AV gear, clothes, movie posters, artwork, and other random items at the Roske-Pettis Moving Sale. Saturday from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m., 1402 Spruce Place, Loring Park, Minneapolis.
Looking for something a little more luxurious and a little less used? Help the Design Collective empty their racks and make room for their Summer Collection. Get 10 to 50 percent off select clothing, accessories, and jewelry through Thurday. Then stop by on Friday for the Summer Collection Debut, and be the first to see and shop the latest collections of the best local designers. 1311 26th St. W., Minneapolis; 612-377-1000.
MEMORIAL DAY FARE
Celebrate Memorial Day with a groundbreaking ceremony for the Honoring All Veterans Memorial. Join Chuck Lindberg — the last surviving flag-raiser at Iwo Jima — and Congressman Keith Ellison for a pig roast, a raffle, an paper airplane toss with chance to win a car, live music, and more.
1 p.m., Veterans Memorial Park, 6335 Port;and Ave. S., Richfield; 612-861-9395; food $4-$5, drinks $2, raffle $5.
When the pig has been devoured, and the crowd is dwindling, grab some friends and head over to the 7th Street Entry for experimental rocksters Frog Eyes, with Yeasayer and The Umbrella Sequence. It’ll be worth the $8.
In what may have been a first for a Minnesota public official soliciting media attendance at a press conference in a public building, US Attorney Rachel Paulose’s staff announced prior to the start of her Monday press conference that Ms. Paulose would NOT be taking questions off the topic of her indictment of 25 people in a prostitution ring.
Say what? No other questions? Did we just move to Uzbekistan? Not even George W. Bush has been so clueless as to dare admonish the press corps to avoid questions he might find uncomfortable. (Of course until his approval ratings cratered the boys and girls on the White House bus were thoroughly self-admonishing.)
Obviously Paulose, stepping out of her double secret probationary sanctum for the first time since it was confirmed that yes indeed her predecessor, Tom Heffelfinger, was on a list of US Attorneys considered for firing, and only two days before her friend, the equally fresh-faced and unworldly Monica Goodling, was scheduled to testify before the House Judiciary Committee didn’t want her photo op ruined. She collared some pimps and she was orchestrating credit for herself. Control was being exerted to prevent some no doubt Democrat-voting media twit from jostling her tiara with a biased question about, you know, how in the hell did she get her job?
And if it weren’t for KARE-11’s Scott Goldberg, followed by MPR’s Elizabeth Stawicki and KSTP’s Dana Benson, she might have pulled it off.
Goldberg ran back the clock on his tape of the press conference and clocked 27 minutes before the gathered media shifted from dutiful inquiries into the prostitution bust and he jabbed at what he refers to as “the elephant in the room”, namely the details of Ms. Paulose’s
ascension and her connection to the gross politicization of the nation’s US Attorney system by stunningly inexperienced, fresh-faced ideologues operating on orders from … ? (Read Goldberg’s account of the experience on his blog. And do note the role and retrograde constitutional thinking of attorney and Powerline blogger, Scott Johnson.)
Goldberg writes:
“I apologize for breaking decorum,” I said. “But Monica Goodling is testifying Wednesday in front of the House Judiciary Committee. Is there anything you’re willing to share? Any thoughts you have about her testimony — whether your name will come up, and if so, whether we’ll learn anything about your appointment to this office?”
She declined to answer, which, certainly, is her right.
Just like it was a reporter’s duty to ask.”
Not to go all grand and macro on you, but in a well-functioning democracy with a courageous press, public officials don’t get away with red-lining embarrassing questions. Hollywood stars pull that stuff, and get away with it until they jump Oprah’s couch. But US Attorneys are not supposed to be accorded pampered, protected Hollywood star treatment by the press, even if they are so delusional they think they deserve it.
The elephant in the room should have been the local press’s first question to Paulose.
In fairness to Goldberg, before poking Paulose’s elephant he asked her what was up with her making a point of noting that the perps running the prostitution ring were illegal aliens? Last time he checked it was a crime to run a flock of hookers whether you had a green card or not. (As it was explained to me, this question threw Ms. Paulose off-script enough that she at first denied making a point of their immigration status … until it was pointed out to her that it was right there in the info packet her people handed out to the press.)
I asked Goldberg if Paulose and her team hung around for a few minutes after the official event wrapped and, you know, maybe did a little informal press mingling, something that is fairly natural with law enforcement types.
“Not really. In fact the way the room was set up there was a door right behind here. She entered from there and left through it pretty much as soon as she was finished.” Dick Cheney would be proud.
Goldberg did a few of these pressers with Tom Heffelfinger, all of which he describes as, “more in line with what you’d expect.” With Heffelfinger there was also none of the over-the-top security with the press being met for Paulose’s news conference at street level and escorted both up to the audience with her and then back down and out again when it was all over. (I gotta check this out, but I thought the Federal Court House was a PUBLIC building, not some princess’s private castle.)
There was, says Goldberg, “an overall weirdness” to the event.
“What’s the difference in working with Heffelfinger and Paulose? Well, for starters, one was accessible and the other isn’t,” he says. “Heffelfinger’s relations with the press were fairly cordial. But then he was seasoned. He was a professional.”
KSTP’s Bob McNaney, who with the Strib’s Nick Coleman, has been the glowing exception to the generally lax rule of coverage of Ms. Paulose couldn’t break off from another assignment to attend the prostitution
ring ceremony. And he regrets that.
“Its like throwing blood in the water man,” he said a few days later. “Blood in the water and the sharks are circling.”
McNaney and KSTP’s attorneys filed an FOIA request for all of Paulose’s e-mails and were initially denied. But they have persisted.
I don’t quite get this: The Twins have two guys in the AL top ten in home runs, RBI, and slugging percentage. They have a leadoff hitter who is eighth in the league in batting average. The club is second in the American League in fielding percentage, fifth in team ERA, fifth in RBI, fifth in hits, sixth in batting average, and sixth in on base percentage.
Their two-time Cy Young award-winner is tied for fifth in wins, and 12th in ERA. There are two guys in the bullpen –Neshek and Guerrier– that have allowed fewer walks plus hits per innings pitched than Santana.
The team’s starting catcher and reigning batting champ goes on the DL, yet his backup is hitting .306.
Hunter and Morneau are all over the AL leader board –Morneau is second in the league in home runs, ninth in RBI, and tied for sixth in runs scored. Despite Alex Rodriguez’s ridiculous April, Morneau now trails him by four home runs, and Hunter has crept within three for the league RBI lead.
Yet despite all these positive numbers the Twins are 22-24 and in fourth place (six-and-a-half back) in the Central.
I’ll let KRS-One pose the million-dollar question: Why is that?
The knee-jerk answer: it’s the piranhas, stupid.
Or consider this: the troika of Ponson, Ortiz, and Silva –all of them question marks coming out of spring training– have combined to go 7-14.
Or this: the Twins are 13th in the league in home runs (Morneau and Hunter have combined for 25 of the team’s 35 homers, and Morneau has hit six of his in three games).
Of course you could take the glass-is-half-full approach and conclude from all those numbers that the Twins are a lot better than they’ve played so far.
You could also decide that with one more injury or a prolonged slump from one of the stars and this team is going to be lucky to win 80 games.
I’m an optimist, though, so I’m going to go with that first scenario until the Twins have kicked me in the kidneys so many times that I’m pissing blood.
(Via Stereo Gum) Children of the ’80s and ’90s, how do you feel about these ads? They feature posthumous celebrity endorsements from the likes Kurt Cobain, Joey Ramone, Sid Vicious, and Joey Strummer … In each of the ads, the dead (!) rock-n-roll luminary appears toga-clad and hanging out on a cloud. But nevertheless, he persists to wear his beloved Doc Martens. Tacky? Tasteless? Hipper than thou? Note that the ads will appear exclusively in the UK. Here they’d probably cause all sorts of wrecks, thereby sending various other Doc Marten wearers to the pearly gates.
Amen de Girlshop
Did you ever have the pleasure of trolling Girlshop? This was a trailblazer among women’s fashion sites. For almost a decade, it sold the finest threads from various emerging NYC designers. There was absolutely zero chance of head-on collision (at parties, say) with your dress-double, so long as you stayed put in Minnie and were clad in your (uh, expensive) Girlshop duds. It could be said that Girlshop has gone out of style; last month, it permanently closing its cyber shop. Now, it appears, that the Girlshop email list has been sold to the more mainstream Net-a-porter.com. (Psst. Here’s what I hear: Enter GIRLSHOP into the promotional code box and get free shipping.)
Go West
On the other hand, if you’re more interested in a West Coast look, or into getting sweet deals on suggestive clothing for that matter, try Funkythreads.com.