Month: August 2007

  • City Pages Snaps a Towel at Al Franken

    In a world where everyone, especially celebrities are free roaming targets for everyone with a cellphone camera, Al Franken ought to be thankful City Pages’ newshounds don’t have his workout routine up on YouTube. Maybe tomorrow.

    City Pages posted a tiddy by writer Ben Westhoff describing Franken’s goofball antics in his condo work-out room. Reaction ensued. Now, CP editor, Kevin Hoffman, has added a comment defending, one assumes, his decision to run the piece.

    From the comments I gather the piece hasn’t played all that well with Friends of Al and/or more sober-minded news consumers.

    As a person-in-the-public-eye of long-standing I gotta believe Franken is used to this sort of thing. And if he isn’t, God help him if doesn’t start getting used to it. Every politician today is one click of a YouTube upload away from a “macaca meltdown”.

    The City Pages thing is a silly little “gotcha” item, probably of greater risk to City Pages’ currently re-coagulating reputation than Franken’s. (If Steve Perry were dead he’d be churning.) But when you’re a celebrity/senate candidate you’re fair game for damned near anything anyone wants to show or tell about you.

    That said, isn’t there a code of something about work-out behavior and gawking or telling tales of grunting, sweating, whatever? Isn’t it understood among, um, people of quality that what happens in the gym stays in the gym?

    I’m in no position to chastise anyone else for engaging in sophomoric silliness. Rather, my beef with this incident is with the underlying suggestion/assertion from both Westhoff and Hoffman that Franken — a career cut-up — is engaged in some kind of contrived struggle to transform his true self into a serious-minded student of political issues. Clearly, Franken is working, maybe too hard, at impressing Minnesota voters with his command of serious topics. But it is something else to insinuate that he is, you know, maybe, uh, faking it.

    If anything, Franken’s radio show floundered because he wasn’t funny or goofy enough. Too often he had his policy wonk dial yanked past 11. Some of that may have been for show. But anyone who listened understood the guy had done his homework. Put another way, anyone who thinks he doesn’t know what he’s talking about when he wades in to Iraq or health care or whatever isn’t paying attention.

    Beyond that, I think there’s an argument to be made that Franken the candidate has to find a balance between the glib, wise-cracking smart-ass most of us enjoyed, and a guy who strikes us as knowledgeable and committed enough to drive more enlightened policies through the U.S. Senate than Norm Coleman. That shouldn’t be too tough. Not among the Twin Cities literati, at least.

    Speaking as an elitist liberal who’d vote for my hydrangea bush before Norm Coleman — WAY too much rubber stamp work, Normie — my advice to Franken is to loosen up on the stump a bit more. These past seven years have been one long, sick joke. Laughter, whether rueful or mocking, can only be cathartic.

  • Stink Fest

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    Garlic is often referred to as the Stinking Rose. Maybe that’s why this Saturday’s Minnesota Garlic Festival is being held waaaaaay out at the Wright County Fairgrounds. I imagine the westerly winds will soften the pungent aromas as they waft toward the Cities, so that on Saturday evening you will be struck by the odd craving for Italian food.

    But me, I’m going in full bore. I like my garlic raw and plentiful and I can’t wait to see what a day of garlic festing brings. I know I’ll be in good company, their line-up of chefs is top notch: Lucia Watson, Mike Phillips of Craftsman, Alex Roberts of Restaurant Alma and Brasa, Philip Becht of The Modern Cafe, Tracy Singleton of Birchwood, and Russell Klein (formerly of WA Frost). Sponsored by the Sustainable Farming Association of Minnesota, would you expect anything less?

    Think of it as your pre-season to next week’s extravaganza….

  • Dog Days

    It’s been a mighty strange season, and I’m frankly exhausted. It obviously doesn’t take a whole lot of psychic energy to follow a genuinely good team. That’s probably not true, though, at least strictly speaking; to really follow any baseball team, day in and day out, takes a tremendous amount of psychic energy. It’s a huge investment of time, attention, and emotion.

    I guess what I’m trying to say, however, is that a good team more consistently rewards you for that time and attention, and the emotional reserves get replenished on a regular basis, allowing you to hang tough through the inevitable disappointments and occasional small heartbreaks.

    I’ve also always felt that a truly lousy team can be oddly satisfying in its own way. Expectations are diminished, futility is almost masochistically entertaining when it’s sustained, and you can sort of sit back, absorb the regular blows, and focus on the peripheral pleasures of baseball: the atmosphere, the development of young players, the incredible athleticism of even marginal stars, and the inning-by-inning, pitch-by-pitch dramas and decisions that make up every game. I’ve always contended that the teams with the most knowledgeable and loyal fans are the teams that have endured stretches of true futility.

    A team like this year’s version of the Twins, though? A decent team with a core group of excellent players, a promising batch of young pitchers, and absolutely no depth? A team that is distinguished by nothing so much as it’s maddeningly consistent inconsistency? This is the sort of team that kills you.

    I mean, you can bitch until you’re blue in the face about a shitty team and the sorts of complete organizational overhaul that would be necessary to make it competitive again, but real hope is so unrealistic and the malaise tends to be so general in such cases that it’s pointless to even have discussions of the sort we’ve been having all spring and summer this year. Back in the mid-90s nobody would have wasted any breath pining for the acquisition of somebody like Ty Wigginton, or crossing their fingers that the return of Rondell White could make any sort of a difference.

    I suppose you could argue that those discussions and hopes were just as pointless this year, but that’s part of the frustration of a team like the 2007 Twins; all we can do is strap ourselves into the slow-motion roller coaster and bitch and suffer as we lurch up and down and yet somehow still manage to go nowhere. It’s a rare and queasy experience that can make you feel like you’re riding a roller coaster and treading water at the same time.

    Since the All Star break the Twins have been one solid, sustained stretch away from surging right back into contention in the Central, but they haven’t had one solid, consistent surge in them. And as the Tigers and Indians have done everything in their power to make the division a three-team race, the Twins have been utterly unable to hold up their end of the deal.

    And that’s been nothing but frustrating.

  • Life & Style in the Twin Cities

    Under the shadow of the I-35W bridge collapse — but totally unrelated — came the launch of a new website, Minneapolis Picks — your total shopping guide. Don’t be misled by the shopping reference, though; this isn’t just trendy tops and shoes. The site covers everything from independent stores, to restaurants and services, events, and more.

  • Weekly Local Podcast

    Get out that ipod, and upload the latest Flak Radio segment — or upload all of them and catch up. James Norton, former producer of The Al Franken Show, and Taylor Carik, journalist and man-about-town, interview guest hosts, discuss Flak Magazine stories and crazy stuff they find on the internet, and end each segment with — my favorite part — Joel Meyer’s “What Was the Theme?” Can you figure it out? Probably not. It’s never that obvious.

  • Sailor Martin Takes Toyko Film World by Storm

    Our favorite, foul-mouthed, tattoed puppet, Sailor Martin, stars in this remix of the 1962 horror film The Manster.

  • It's 1994, and Cheeney Says No to War

    Watch and listen as Cheeney explains why it’s a bad idea to invade Baghdad. Hey, I buy it. Now why didn’t he? What he knew back in 1994, he seems to have forgotten.

  • Strib-Watch: The Whacking Continues …

    You’ve all heard of the half-dozen sweet old ladies at the Star Tribune switchboard let go in … what was that? Round 5? of “right-sizing” (TM: Par Ridder) … then came the end of what was no doubt an outrageously expensive deal paying mentally handicapped people to run errands around the building.

    Today’s instant-whackings (they’re gone a week from today) include five of eight tech shop (IT) employees and ten building maintenance employees.

    Avista Capital Partners continues to fight for the full employment and splendid compensation of Mr. Ridder.

    Here is today’s death knell memo from Strib Guild officers:

    THE CUTS CONTINUE: Reports from other unions at the Strib

    You see them often — eight savvy techs who help solve computer and other technical problems in the newsroom and elsewhere. Those eight IT workers are members of our CWA local (but not our Star Tribune Guild unit). (Erik Crane may be the IT we see most often in the newsroom.)

    Our union learned this week that the publisher is eliminating five of the techs’ jobs. They have until noon Aug. 24 to apply for buyouts similar to those taken recently by newsroom departees. Both those applying and those who may face layoffs if there aren’t enough volunteers will learn their jobs’ fate that very afternoon, and those departing will leave by early September.

    Two of their jobs are protected under their contract, and the company apparently will hang onto a third position.

    Having been through the cutback mill, we feel for them. And we’re also wondering: Who will we call when tech problems pop up, as they surely will? The answer is unclear.

    THEN THERE ARE THE JANITORS…

    More cutbacks are also coming in Building Services, we have learned. The company is shooting for 10 buyouts from among the group of Strib maintenance workers represented by the SEIU union. Our friends the janitors tell us that if the company doesn’t get that many buyouts, it is considering forcing people to go part-time, which could mean loss of their benefits.

    We feel for them. And again, we wonder — who will do the work if people and hours are cut? We’re checking into reports that some of our fellow Strib unions have been told they’ll be doing their own cleaning after the maintenance cutbacks, and are protesting with grievances.

    Which leads us to ask, rhetorically at least: What next?

    Your unit officers

  • Turn Yourself into a Simpson

    Why let Homer have all the fun? Join the Simpsons family. Simpsonize yourself at simponizeme.com. Just upload your photo and watch the transformation. If you don’t like what you see, you can make a few changes — add glasses, perhaps a tattoo, change your body type, give yourself a groovy do. Careful, you could waste a lot of time doing very little here.

  • Do the First-Ever Thang

    FESTIVAL
    AfriFest

    african clothing_jpg.jpgIt’s a first-ever kind of weekend, folks. I always enjoy first-evers, even when they’re a bit on the lame side. First-evers are always interesting when you focus on the response, or lack thereof. And, hell, some of them are just great. Enough! This weekend is the first-ever AfriFest, and I think it’s about time. When are we going to start a Puerto Rican Parade? See, that’s a funny first-ever — cuatro pela gatos…not too too many of us here — though always a lot more than we imagine. And, for reasons of solidarity, of shared experience, and for the more practical demand for numbers, the AfriFest aims to bring together Africans, Africans, Hispanics, Asians, and other diverse audience. This isn’t just one of those informal, unorganized events where you get together in a park to eat some faintly ethnic food on the grass with the boom box blaring from the pavilion (although, with the right people, this can be quite fabulous). No, we’re talking fashion shows, performances, artists and artisans, vendors of all kinds, including food, of course. Head for the Grand Opening this evening. Catch a whole slew of performances — from Ethiopian hip-hop to Liberian R&B, with a little Afro-Puerto Rican soul, of course — tomorrow night at the Cedar, and be sure to head to Currie Park on Sunday for the more Festival-y part of the Fest — historical displays, a fashion show, a community mural, and more performances.

    Friday from 9 p.m. to 2 a.m., Club Afrika, 9510 West River Rd., Brooklyn Park; 763-639-5001/763-228-9685; $15, $25 VIP (treats, special VIP area, and parking).

    Saturday at 7 p.m., The Cedar, 416 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-338-2674; $10.

    Sunday from 10 a.m. to 9 p.m., Currie Park, Cedar/Riverside Community, 1419 5th St. S., Minneapolis; 612-230-6400.

    FILM
    The Invasion

    32m.jpgWhat is it about Invasion of the Body Snatchers? Granted, this was one of the iconic B-movie masterpieces, a spine-tingling and all-too-real allegory of both ’50s conformity and the rise of Communism. But unlike other sci-fi films of the period, the remakes have boasted talent up the wazoo. The ’70s version brought acclaimed director Philip Kaufman onboard with Donald Sutherland (who was considered an A-list actor at the time). This latest version, simply titled The Invasion, is set in the present day and helmed by German director Oliver Hirschbiegel (Best Foreign Language Film nominee for The Downfall) and stars Oscar-winning actress Nicole Kidman and the new Bond, Daniel Craig, to boot. It could make for a dynamite drive-in feature and a thought-provoking night out. –by Peter Schilling

    MUSIC

    The Steve Miller Band band is playing at the Grand Casino Hinckley Amphitheater tonight, so that’s always on option. But there are a couple good options right here in town as well.

    Kelly Willis

    1918852657.jpgTranslated From Love, Willis’s first CD in five years (Christmas collections don’t count), shrewdly acknowledges that after four kids and five previous discs, she’s too shiny for cultdom and too prickly for stardom, and aims to please nobody but herself. “I Must Be Lucky” would go platinum if you told C&W jocks it was by Shania Twain. There are also at least a couple of guilty pleasures for classic rockers and a tearjerker or two worthy of Bonnie Raitt or Lucinda Williams. Whether she’s straddling or hop-scotching genres, Willis retains that angelic catch in her voice, hires ace musicians for accompaniment, and eliminates self-consciousness from your listening experience. But she gives herself away by butchering the David Bowie/Iggy Pop number, “Success.” –by Britt Robson

    Friday at 8 p.m., Fine Line Music Cafe, 318 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612-338-8100; $18.

    Sopranorama

    sopranorama_VI_08-2007.jpgTonight three highly-respected vocalists let their hair down at Sopranorama VI. Janis Hardy, Maria Jette, and Molly Sue McDonald might be known to Twin Cities audiences for their work in classical music, opera, and musical theatre, but Sopranarama is emphatically not highbrow. In the course of the performance they could cover everything from pop songs to arias to show tunes to torch songs… all while accompanied by nothing more than piano and accordion. See them this weekend or next. –by Danielle Kurtzleben

    Friday and Saturday at 8 p.m., Sunday at 2 p,m., Southern Theater, 1420 Washington Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-340-1725; $24.

    SHOPPING
    Yard Sale for Peace

    What better way to support peace than to shop? Hmmm. Interesting theory. But you should definitely head out this Saturday to the MN Anti-War Committee Yard Sale for Peace. Buy cool used stuff for a good cause. And if you want to drop off items for the sale, as a donation, stop by the church with your items between six and eight on Friday night.

    Saturday from 8 a.m. – 3 p.m., Bethany Lutheran Church, 2511 E. Franklin Ave., Minneapolis.

    FESTIVAL
    Bon Odori

    Looking for something interesting to do on Sunday? Head to the Como Zoo for the Japanese Lantern Lighting Festival. The family-friendly festival, reminiscent of Japan’s annual Obon holiday, will encompass Japanese tradition — through music, dance, crafts, martial arts, and lanterns. Entertainment will include taiko drumming, kotos (Japanese sitars), shakuhachis (bamboo flutes), and martial arts demonstrations.

    Sunday at 4 p.m., Como Zoo, 1225 Estabrook Dr., St. Paul; 651-487-8200 $5, families $10.