Year: 2007

  • Old, New, Old, New

    MUSEUM by Eeva-Liisa Waaraniemi
    Frozen in a Final Moment

    pompeii.jpgThe Star Tribune and all other big boys in town have already blown the horn on this one, but maybe you, oddball that you are, only frequent obscure media channels and thus haven’t heard about it. Well, this is a show you shouldn’t miss. Put on your family-friendly face and join the rest of us at the Science Museum’s latest exhibit, A Day in Pompeii, opening today. Unless you travel to Italy to see the ruins yourself, this is a rare opportunity to see wall-sized frescoes, marble and bronze sculptures, jewelry and gold coins from a city frozen in its final moment. Many of us have seen unforgettable pictures of the people caught in their final, unscripted poses, suffocated by the volcanic ash that consumed the city. Eight of these figures are on view in the exhibit as plaster molds of the cavities left by the victims’ bodies. A free audio tour is available with admission. And while you’re there, stop by the Omnitheater to explore the birthplace of Western civilization in Greece: Secrets of the Past.

    8 a.m. – 10 p.m., Science Museum of Minnesota, 120 W. Kellogg Blvd., St. Paul; 651-221-9444; $20 (children/seniors $15, members $7), $24 with Omnitheater (children/seniors $18, members $7).

    Watch a preview video.

    THEATER & PERFORMANCE
    Ten Minutes at a Time

    thumb-2.jpgThe 6th Annual Bedlam Community Ten-Minute Play Festival begins this evening. The five-day event consists of 20 plays — each only ten minutes long — featuring a Sasquatch, a time machine, singing robots, three bears, an astronaut love affair, and plenty of sweet sugar cookies. Start with the first set of plays — that’s half — this very evening. Coming?, by Emily McPeck, directed by Michael Kelley; Dues, by Dwight Hobbes, directed by Michael Kelley; Robot Musical, by John Francis Bueche, directed by Cherie Anderson, music by Marya Hart; The Sunny Day, by Donna Sellinger, directed by Avedis Monoogan; Times of Changes, by Savannah Reich, directed by Samantha Johns; The Book of Ben, written and directed by Ben Kreilkamp; Albert Went Down to the Intersection, by Josef Evans, directed by Jon Cole; No Sugar Cookies for Herbert, by Tommy Jamerson, directed by Georgia Leigh Hallman; First Day on the Job, by Nathaniel Hicklin, directed by Emily McPeck; and Kind Eyes See So Far, written and directed by Jeremey Catterton.

    8 p.m., Bedlam Theater, 1501 S. 6th St., Minneapolis; 612-341-1038; pay-what-you-think-it’s-worth today and tomorrow, after that it’s $10.

    All the World’s a Stage

    2874142057.jpgThe Great River Shakespeare Festival’s 2007 Summer Season opens this weekend with Macbeth, directed by Doug Scholz-Carlson, and As You Like It, directed by Paul Barnes. It doesn’t get much better than this — comedy and tragedy, love and ambition. Take in a lesson on the morality of power tonight, and enjoy a comic mediation on love tomorrow. All is as it should be. Yes, Winona might be a little way off, but it’ll be worth the drive; and if you make it to the preview performances tonight and tomorrow night, you’ll end up saving almost half the price — and you can be among the first to rant about it.

    7:30 p.m., The Performing Arts Center, Winona State University, Johnson St. and W. Howard St.; 507-474-7900, ext.110; $15 preview performances, $20-$25 following.

    FILM
    Redefining the Notion of Family

    Film.jpgWith the Pride festivities having come to a head this past weekend, the notion of societal acceptance has been at the forefront of much media over the past couple weeks. But the exotic and flamboyant nature of the Pride Parade is certainly not a call to assimilation. Quite the opposite, in fact; it’s about creating new parameters, redefining social constructs, challenging norms. (Isn’t that why so many people still feel threatened by it?) Following suit, the Walker film series Queer Takes: Standing Out begins this evening with two films that help expand our notions of love and family. The first, Spider Lilies, directed by Zero Chou, follows a tenuous relationship between two women as they reconnect with a troubling past. The second, I Don’t Want to Sleep Alone, directed by Tsai Ming-liang, follows Chinese immigrant Hsiao-kang (Lee Kang-sheng) as he is lovingly cared for by a local man after he is beaten unconscious in Kuala Lampur.

    7 p.m. (Spider Lilies) and 9 p.m. (I Don’t Want to Sleep Alone), Walker Art Cente, 1750 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-375-7656; $8 (members $6).

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  • Ok, I'll Take That: Game Two Vs. Toronto

    How messed up is it that a guy –Pat Neshek in this instance– can come in with runners at second and third and nobody out, give up a sacrifice fly, yet nonetheless retire every batter he faces, and get a blown save out of the deal?

    That whole game was sort of messed up, really. The older I get the more I’ve come to despise pitcher’s duels; or maybe it’s just that the Twins seem to find themselves turning up on the losing end of pitcher’s duels on a fairly regular basis, and these days the very term “pitcher’s duel” usually just means the Twins aren’t scoring any runs. Which is frustrating and entirely too common of late.

    Still, you have to tip your hat to Scott Baker and the club’s bullpen: twelve innings pitched, four hits, fifteen strikeouts, and one walk. The bullpen’s line was pretty staggering: five IP, zero hits, zero walks, and six strikeouts. Ron Gardenhire and Rick Anderson are going to have to cross their fingers, though, for a solid (and long) outing from Boof Bonser tomorrow, because the entire bullpen’s pretty tapped out after the first two games against the Blue Jays.

    The really good news tonight is that the Tigers lost, allowing the Twins to gain a game in the Central standings.

    I’m starting to wonder about which Twins might be All Star selections, and am beginning to suspect that this might be one of those years where, despite a bunch of pretty worthy candidates, Minnesota might end up with only one or two picks. Johan Santana’s on track to pitch the last game in Chicago before the break, and as deserving as he is, I can’t imagine Jim Leyland taking a guy he can’t really use. And given how much time he missed, should Mauer get serious consideration?

    Right now I think you could make a case for any of the following (in descending order of merit, and throwing out Santana’s scheduling conflict): Torii Hunter, Justin Morneau, Santana, Pat Neshek (a dark horse, I realize, but I really think set-up guys should get full consideration), Joe Nathan, Mauer, and Luis Castillo.

    I’m guessing Hunter and Morneau will go, and, if Leyland thinks he can afford a symbolic pick based entirely on respect, Santana.

  • Day 2: Par Takes the Stand

    A little after 11 this morning Par Ridder took the stand in his own defense. It would be an understatement to say he and his legal team have a ways to go to get back in the game. The battle is over him essentially waiving his own non-compete to leave St. Paul for Minneapolis and what on some level at least is a staggering amount of potentially critical, highly confidential financial he had a hand in transferring from the Pioneer Press to the Star Tribune. But their strategy became clear almost immediately.

    In short, it comes down to this: It was all an innocent mistake. By “all” we mean that transfer and “migration” of confidential Pioneer Press financial data to Star Tribune computers anyway. (I had to leave before Ridder got into his explanation for the non-compete business.)

    Ridder explained that what he did when arriving at the Star Tribune was exactly what he had done when arriving at the Pioneer Press from San Luis Obispo in 2004. He simply wanted his new paper’s financial data copied on to his “18 to 20” custom-built spreadsheets. Under his attorney’s gentle questioning Ridder explained that his laptop contained 10 years worth of sales and other financial data from every place he has worked.

    The critical difference of course being that until he jumped to the Star Tribune he had only worked for one of his family’s newspapers and had never before slipped across town over a weekend to work for a direct competitor.

    The prosecution team [excuse me, “attorneys for the plaintiff”], established yesterday that the names and contract specifics of 3890 Pioneer Press advertisers were on the files Ridder — or someone — downloaded from Pioneer Press hardware on or about March 6, 2007. In the early moments of Ridder’s testimony today he named only Star Tribune CFO, Mike Riggs and Sr. VP for Sales Mike LaBonia as people who had been given access to confidential Pioneer Press files, each with specific instructions from him, in e-mails, to “be careful” with the files.

    Riggs was required to replicate the spread sheets Ridder preferred to use and LaBonia, apparently, to get an idea of how Ridder liked to break out advertisers by categories.

    (For all you jargon lovers, Ridder described his “Three Bucket” delineation process. “Select” accounts for heavy-hitting customers like Macy’s and car dealers. “Key” accounts for middling clients, and “territory” accounts for small businesses in specific metro areas.)

    During a mid-morning break I stopped MediaNews CEO Dean Singleton working his way back from the men’s room. I reminded him I was the guy who asked him yesterday if Avista had yet offered to settle this thing before a full and final public humiliation. “Yes, and I think I said I didn’t want to say anything about that.”

    “Yeah, but my question really is whether a judgment against Par Ridder himself is enough. Would that alone satisfy you?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “I mean, in a barroom conversation yesterday I said a major businessman like you long ago learned to dial out emotion and to never let things like this get personal.”

    “This isn’t personal. This is simply about what’s right and what’s wrong, and what was done here was wrong.”

    “Right. But my question is is it enough to simply establish that, or, again, as a hard-nosed businessman isn’t the real vindication in the financial sting of a judgment in your favor?”

    Singleton looked down, looked up, looked at the bank of elevators, and then said, “Look, I’ve been in newspapers since I was 15. Its really the only business I know. And all I’m really say here is that this wasn’t ethical, or right.”

    “OK. Well, let me ask you this, are you surprised that Avista hasn’t separated itself from Ridder by now?”

    “These are Wall Street people, investors. They are not newspaper people. I don’t think they understand the conflict of interest in this case.” He added, “In the case of Par I think some of the explanation [for his actions] lies in the fact that he had everything given to him. He felt he was entitled to act as he has.”

    About this time Chris Harte, the lone newspaper person among the Avista hierarchy walked up. The two men clearly have known each other for some time and betray no animosity.

    A small crowd began to gather and another reporter asked Singleton and Harte if they see “a floor” to the miserable state of the newspaper
    industry.

    “I hope so,” said Singleton with a rueful chuckle. He then launched into a familiar enough description of “the perfect storm” afflicting the industry today — cratering real estate listings, “migrating” employment listings and an automobile industry in worse shape than newspapers. To all this Harte nodded in agreement.

    “Fine,” I said, “but isn’t another significant factor unrealistic profit expectations by companies like yours?” meaning both MediaNews and Avista.

    “Well,” said Singleton, who has heard that one before, “a lot of people in this industry are fighting to make any profit at all.” He then mentioned the situation in Boston, and Harte reminded him of Seattle’s meltdown. Both the Pioneer Press and the Star Tribune, though, are currently profitable. Maybe not next year. But right now they’re making money.

    As the recess ended I asked Harte, “Has Avista considered separating itself from Ridder?”

    “Absolutely not,” Harte replied, shooting Singleton a quick glance, “not when we were threatened with a criminal suit.”

    “But if you lose and it means making a large payment to Mr. Singleton would you then consider legal action against Mr. Ridder?”

    Harte looked displeased with the question. His expression was of someone with a smelly sock stuffed under his nose. “No. Because I think what’s clear here, what the public will see, is that this,” meaning Singleton’s suit, “is an attempt to vilify someone for competitive advantage.”

    Finally, the last prosecution witness before Ridder took the stand today was Karen Clary former VP of HR for the Pioneer Press. She reiterated that Ridder had originally asked to sign a non-compete like other members of the PiPress’ “Operating Committee”, or “Op-Com” as Clary called it in military command-speak.

    She then said that Ridder personally instructed her to remove the non-competes from company files “sometime around December of 2005”. She said he told her, “he had decided to rescind the agreement”, because PiPress executives with long-term attachments to St. Paul would be left in a difficult situation after the sale of Knight-Ridder went down.

    “Par asked if I was comfortable doing this,” she said, referring to pulling the files. “I said I was, but than I thought about it a bit and I went back to him and said I was not comfortable doing it without corporate approval.”

    At this point she says Ridder told her he would talk to corporate, specifically Knight Ridder Sr. VP, Art Brisbane. Clary testified that Ridder got back to her, “a few days later and said he had talked to Brisbane and gotten the OK.” Brisbane’s videotaped deposition yesterday had him failing to “really recall” the conversation much less giving the “OK”. Either way, no written waiver exists.

    Clary was asked about any concerns she had over the whole waiving of the non-competes business, and she replied that she did think it a bit odd, “that Mr. Ridder would be releasing himself” from a non-compete.

  • Chef Maccaroni takes the helm

    Partners in the Sample Room announced today that they have promoted Peter Macaroni to executive chef. Macaroni worked at La Bec Fin in Philadelphia and Barlays in Atlanta, before coming west to serve as executive chef at Tiburon. He’s been sous chef at the Sample Room for a few months now — which, so far as I’m concerned, is the most important squib on Macaroni’s CV. I happen to have taken a group of people there on Father’s Day: bottles of wine were half-price (as they are every Sunday and Monday night), the service was spot-on, and our food was fantastic. I had a roasted vegetable salad with Stickney Hill goat cheese that managed to be simultaneously light, earthy, and filling. And I recall that night commmenting to my friends that the Sample Room — long one of my favorite spots in the Twin Cities — just keeps getting better. Maybe that’s Macaroni’s influence and the upswing will only continue. . . .Boaters should know that the restaurant is opening the Rockway Docks in mid-July. Forget Highway 94. Soon, you’ll be able to ride the Mississippi directly to the Sample Room, walk up the bluff, and claim your table.

  • The Poetry of Summer — Get Outdoors!

    The historical musical 1776 starts at the Guthrie this evening, and Tool is playing at the Xcel Energy Center, but that’s no secret. What can I tell you that you don’t already know?

    POETRY
    The Dead Poetry Slam

    Grab your best poetry and take it on down to Keiran’s for their twice-a-month poetry slam — 12 poets, 3 minutes, 3 rounds, 1 winner; you be the judge. Don’t sit around idly. Those who participate don’t have to pay the cover, and the top three poets win prizes ($75, $50, $25). Sign up by 7:30. It’s first come, first serve. And be as creative as you like. Remember, some of us will just be sitting back and watching, so keep us amused, eh? While I can’t seem to find anything about it on their website, I understand that tonight will actually be a dead poetry slam. What does this mean? It means you don’t even have to bring your own poetry. Bring a three-minute poem by a dead poet, and prepare to win.

    7:30 p.m., Kieran’s Irish Pub, 330 2nd Ave S. (Towle Building), Minneapolis; 612.339.4499; $5 (to watch), free to perform.

    MUSIC AND A MOVIE
    If Only They Had Some Bug Spray

    2749214440.jpegIf poetry doesn’t exactly get you going, you might be in the mood for something a bit less heady. How does a screening of Starship Troopers sound? Watch as the beautiful, white-teethed Americans fight against villainous stick insects, cockroaches, and giant maggots. It’s time for another Holland neighborhood music and a movie night. Head on over with your blanket in hand, and chill to the music of B.C. Lucy before the 1997 sci-fi movie.

    8 p.m., Edison High School Amphitheater, 22nd Ave N.E. and Quincy St., Minneapolis; 612-781-2299; free.

    FILM by Peter Schilling
    La Jetée and Sans Soleil

    3199899745.jpegAt least one critic has dubbed Chris Marker a “cosmonaut” — this in apparent admiration of the French documentary filmmaker’s ability to make other cultures look like products of distant planets. Marker’s documentaries jettison conventional narrative, instead telling stories by way of letter-writing and striking imagery. Sadly, his fascinating oeuvre has rarely, if ever, been seen in this country. But the good folks at Criterion are now trying to remedy this problem by releasing Marker’s two most popular films on DVD. Sans Soleil (1983) involves odd footage of Africa and Japan — images of people and their ceremonies paired with poetic observation. La Jetée (1962), Marker’s sole fictional work, is a thirty-minute photo-roman — that is, a variety of stills culled together — with narration. The movie is a short and stunning science fiction work and noted in this country as the inspiration for the inferior 12 Monkeys. With its striking imagery and haunting story of time travel, love, and the trap of memory, you can watch La Jetée in the time it takes you to sit through an episode of My Name Is Earl, and be moved in ways you never imagined. DVD available today.

    MUSIC (with no movie)
    Traditional Jazz Music

    evans copy.jpgBorn and raised in Minnesota, Doc Evans was among the most celebrated dixieland and traditional jazz cornet players in the ’40s and ’50s. For years, he played sold-out shows at the Walker and added to our rich musical heritage. Today, the Bill Evans New Orleans Jazz Band carries on the jazz tradition born in New Orleans and brought to Minnesota by local legends such as Doc Evans and the Hall Brothers. The Bill Evans New Orleans Jazz Band honors the traditional sound and repertoire, anchored in the nearly 50-year musical partnership of trombonist Bill Evans, cornetist Charlie DeVore and drummer Don “Doggie” Berg.

    7 p.m., Bennett’s Chop Railhouse, 1305 W. Seventh St., St. Paul; 651 228-1408.

    American Gypsy

    398951-thumb.jpgYou have to love a motorcycle babe with a guitar. And this one can really sing. American Gypsy sings the blues, and this woman — actually Jodi Jarchow — has something to sing about. Her lyrics are real, and powerful, often exposing her personal hardships, including the loss of her husband, partner, and lifeline. The name, American Gypsy, given to her by her late husband, was in fact the name of his tribe, those that follow the way of the White Buffalo.

    9:30 p.m., Half Time Rec, 1013 Front Ave, St. Paul; 651-488-8245; free.

    More Freebees

    As will be the case throughout the next month or two, there’s loads of free outdoor music to enjoy. Put your wallet away and pull out the picnic basket.

    Enjoy lunch with the Kurt Jorgensen Band. 12-1 p.m., Northrop Plaza, 84 Church St. S.E., Minneapolis; 612-624-2345; free.

    Head over to Peavey Plaza right after work for a music happy hour. The Alive After Five Concert Series presents rhythm and blues by Armadillo Jump. 5 p.m., Peavey Plaza, 11th St. and Nicollet Mall, Minneapolis; 651-338-3807; free.

    Or grab a blanket and enjoy a full picnic in the park. What do you prefer — an evening of classic jazz favorites, or a little something new?

    Why don’t you do right and go see the Bend in the River Big Band at the Lake Harriet Bandshell? 7:30 p.m., Lake Harriet Bandshell, 4135 W. Lake Harriet Pkwy., Minneapolis; 612-661-4785; free.

    Or broaden your horizons at the Minnehaha Falls Outdoor Concert Series with Chile Sin Fronteras. You can even bypass the picnic and enjoy some fresh oysters and wine at the Sea Salt Eatery. 7 p.m., Minnehaha Park, 50th St. and Minnehaha Ave., Minneapolis; 612-673-2489; free.

    ART by Ann Klefstad
    Angela Strassheim Photographs

    20070503_grandmaincasket_2.jpgLocal artist Strassheim is a former forensic photographer who now shoots her own family in disturbing tableaux. Her reputation has been growing ever since her work was featured in the last Whitney Biennial. Small wonder, then, that she has a beautiful show at the Burnet Gallery in the Chambers Hotel — which, of course, has built its own reputation on both overweening hipness and an abundance of adventurous art. Since good art is rarely served in close proximity to good cocktails, don’t miss this chance to take in both.

    Through August 4, Chambers Hotel Burnet Gallery, 901 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-767-6900.

  • Vitus

    by Peter Schilling

    When it all boils down, Vitus is nothing more than a story about a child prodigy who seeks to be a normal boy. But in the hands of director Fredi M. Murer, the simple tale becomes a small but complex masterpiece about the universal difficulties of childhood. Murer, who is unknown in this country but considered Switzerland’s greatest director, obsessively captures the details of youth, including the rich interactions between child and adult. You will not find a movie that better addresses the pains and frustrations of childhood. Vitus is a must-see for parents seeking to challenge their children. Something tells us Mom and Dad will be moved, as well. July 13, Edina Cinema, 651-649-4416.

  • Par in Court: This is (Will Be) Expensive.

    As I watched close to a dozen attorneys negotiate out the last few details before opening the temporary injunction hearing against Par Ridder in the Ramsey County Courthouse this morning, I couldn’t help but run numbers and wonder how many friendly telephone switchboard ladies you could buy for the amount of cash that was being hemorrhaged in just the first day of these proceedings.

    I mean, in addition to Ridder, the embattled Star Tribune publisher in court to defend himself against charges of outrageous executive incompetence, perfidy or outright fraud, take your pick, the hearing brought an impressive gathering of some very well-compensated media executives. Everyone in sight was burning up hyper-compensated hours as Ridder faced legal music in public for the first time. That low roar we all heard as the courtroom filled? It was the combination of multiple billing meters spinning at very dangerous RPMs for the dozen or so $500 per hr. attorneys milling about, as well as the big-time executive overhead idling in their seats.

    The assembled cast included, Par Ridder, who maintained a stiff, deer-in-the-headlights look throughout the first few hours, and who engaged in almost no collegial bonhomie with his Avista employers, OhSang Kwan and Chris Harte. In contrast, there was his/their adversary, Media News tycoon Dean Singleton, oozing confidence, cordially shaking hands with Kwan, who sat behind him, and joking with veteran newspaper biz analyst John Morton, (flown in to testify as an expert witness). For a time Harte, seated next to me in the back row, nodded rapidly, maybe even frantically at anything that sounded even vaguely exculpatory of his boy Par. But as the morning wore on and the damage piled up, first by Ridder’s own admissions and then from former Knight-Ridder Sr. VP Art Brisbane, Harte spent more time with his head down texting on his Blackberry.

    The reasons for Singleton’s confidence didn’t take long to become evident. His attorneys opened with an hour-long, edited video of Ridder’s June 5-6 deposition. Lacking any real legal expertise beyond what I’ve seen on Law and Order and my half dozen trips to small claims court, (four wins, two losses), I’m no expert. But it is almost impossible to see how Ridder skates on this one. If it this opening round were a prize fight young Par would be in the ring alone and still losing by a knock out.

    What Ridder personally concedes is rather amazing, if only for the fact that his family is so deeply steeped in the business of newspapers. By my assessment he seems to have broken just about all of the basic rules you’d assume the Ridders discussed around the breakfast table.

    Here are the highlights from Day #1:

    * Ridder signed a non-compete agreement with the St. Paul Pioneer Press on April 19, 2004, but says he never read it. He says he signed it because he was concerned, “What [other members of the Pioneer Press operating committee] might say behind my back if they found out I didn’t have a non-compete and they did.”

    * He said, “I signed it so I was bound by it,” and adds, “if this document is valid, it is binding.”

    * He says — and this is critical — the non-compete agreements applying to himself and as many as a dozen other Pioneer Press executives were invalidated in late 2005 in a phone call he had with Brisbane, one of a quartet of executives at the very top of the Knight Ridder corporation. (Brisbane and the others were reporting to Ridder’s father, Tony, the family and company patriarch.) Ridder says he requested the non-competes be waived and Brisbane said either, “Yes”, or “OK”, Ridder can’t recall which.

    * Unfortunately for Ridder, no written record exists of Brisbane waiving the non-competes, nor does Brisbane “really recall” ever discussing such a waiver with Par. For that reason there was no discussion ever with the rest of the Knight-Ridder executive quartet, their in-house lawyers, or daddy Tony.

    * Moreover, Brisbane, who also appeared in an edited video deposition, thinks it would have been highly unlikely he or anyone at Knight Ridder corporate would have agreed to such an extraordinary waiver in the last quarter of 2005, because that was the same period they were trying to lock in all their publishers, CEOs and top executives as they prepared to sell the company, which they did to McClatchy the following spring.

    * On March 1 of this year Ridder disclosed to his secretary/assistant, Barb Cartalucca, that he is leaving to join the Star Tribune. He asked about the location of the actual non-compete documents, for himself and other Pioneer Press executives, and is surprised to learn that she has kept them in her desk. Cartalucca offered to retrieve them and go immediately home and shred them. (A legal question here: Assuming paper shredders were still in the Pioneer Press budget in 2007 — which is not a certainty — why couldn’t the non-competes have been shredded at the Pioneer Press? Was Ridder concerned that Singleton’s people would come in and paste the slivered strips back together a la the Iranian revolutionaries at the U.S. Embassy in Tehran? Somebody fill me in.)

    * While Cartalucca gathered up the paperwork and headed for the parking ramp and her car, Ridder called … daddy. Tony Ridder advised his son that it’d be a far better idea to take personal possession of the non-competes. This sets up the amusing image, as Ridder described it, of him trying to figure out in which ramp Cartalucca had parked her car and “running”, (as Cartalucca described it), to overtake her in the garage elevator.

    * “I told (Cartalucca) she shouldn’t be involved in this,” said Ridder, “and she handed the non-competes back to me.”

    * Ridder says, “I don’t ever recall directing Cartalucca to destroy those documents.” Overall, his “I don’t recall” quota didn’t approach Alberto Gonzales, but considering the legal talent and fees preparing him for this deposition you’d think someone could have coached him in some less unfortunate verbiage.

    * He did say that, “I was concerned those documents could impede my progress to the Star Tribune. I wanted those non-competes with me.”

    * On Sept. 26, 2006, about the time he was drafting his still odd-to-mysterious good-bye/hello speech in expectation (?) of leaving St. Paul for Minneapolis, Ridder signed MediaNews’ Ethics Statement, which details what may and may not leave the building with you in the event of separation. Again, Ridder says he didn’t actually read the document.

    * On Feb. 23, 2007 he makes a trip to New York City for a more-or-less final meeting with Avista’s main players. Ridder has prepared a list of 14 names of Strib executives and editors he would like to replace, including editorial editor, Susan Albright. Under questioning he concedes that he has tentatively inked in the names of 10 Pioneer Press executives to bring with him, eight of whom he knows have non-competes.

    * On March 2 at 4 p.m. Ridder telephones MediaNews Executive VP and COO, Steve Rossi to tell him he is leaving and moving to the Star Tribune. He tells Rossi, “I will not be taking anyone with me.” Ridder then says in his deposition that what he meant was that he was not taking anyone with him, “as I left the building that day.”

    * Ridder concedes virtually every accusation leveled at him with regards to the confidential, highly proprietary information he first took with him on Pioneer Press laptop(s) and a USB drive. This includes information about custom ad rates and other vital contractual information for 3890 separate customers, according to Mark Lanterman of Computer Forensics of Minnetonka, whose company, he said in his live testimony, has spent 2000 hours scanning 3300 files in 30 terabytes of data from all the Pioneer Press computers, jump drives and discs that fell into Star Tribune hands. Lanterman places the time of the “migration” of data from Ridder’s Pioneer Press laptop, etc. to his Star Tribune computer at about 8 pm on March 6th, or at least a full day after the Pioneer Press had asked for all that material to be returned.

    * When asked by former Star Tribune reporter-turned-attorney, Dan Oberdorfer, how confident he was that he knew exactly how many Star Tribune executives received the Pioneer Press data Ridder e-mailed out, Lanterman replied that he had, “No confidence at all” that his company had yet identified everyone.

    * Asked if his new bosses at Avista “admonished” him for violating so basic a tenet of corporate ethics as taking and distributing confidential financial records, Ridder paused for a moment in his deposition before asking, “Can you define ‘admonish’?”

    * Cartalucca testified that Ridder told her, “I spoke to a lawyer and those non-competes are no longer valid.”

    * In his videotaped testimony, OhSang Kwan says that Ridder assured them he could “represent” to them that he was not bound by any non-compete agreement.

    * Another Avista partner, James Finkelstein, in his videotaped deposition, echoes Kwan, saying simply that since Ridder did “represent” that he was able to work for Avista, the question of non-competes never came up.

    * Ridder concedes that one of the Pioneer Press executives he attempted to bring with him, Jennifer Parratt, continued to work at the Pioneer Press for a week after agreeing to terms at the Star Tribune, unbeknownst of course to MediaNews.

    * Ridder admits that when the Pioneer Press asked for the USB drive back, the one with all the confidential, downloaded sales and advertising data, he sent over instead a new, still-in-the-box $40 jump drive, thinking it was the hardware they were concerned about.

    As I say, I have no legal expertise whatsoever, but I would not like to put a happy face on this litany of incompetence, hubris or worse.

    During a break midway through the proceedings, I stopped Dean Singleton in the hallway and asked, “Have these guys [referring to Avista] offered to settle this thing? Because based on what I’ve just seen I’d be astonished if they haven’t.”

    Singleton, who walks with a cane, pivoted and looked at me. “I can’t say anything about that. But if you’re astonished you’d be right.”

  • Paris Minnesota

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    As you may or may not know, the internationally acclaimed, Minnesota-based photographer Alec Soth runs a fairly fabulous blog. And his latest post should appeal to the sensibilities of readers of this blog — I like to think of you all as tasteful and yet substantive folks with deep inner lives (you also happen to be Minnesotans).

    Paris Minnesota is the fashion magazine Soth shot in a mere four weeks. He did it for Magnum, a photographers’ cooperative that commissions a single photographer to complete one of these hefty things annually. In Soth’s instance, the result pairs images of Paris couture with that of Minnesotans dressed up in their Sunday bests.

    In other words, Minnesota is the counterpoint to, and perhaps the very opposite of, Parisian haute couture. Brothers and sisters, I thought you might like to know …

    One final thing: It’s worth noting that Soth hasn’t always been the most popular of fashion photographers. Check this dispatch from one of his earlier posts. Still, his status as an artist is well solidified. Oh, how I want to feel this magazine in my hot little hands!

  • Bouncing Around: Sid, Stadia, KG and the Draft

    Most of the time I either ignore or mock Sid Hartman’s ravings–it’s better on the blood pressure. But this morning’s Strib column, entitled “Minneapolis City Council could step up, but it won’t,” hit a nerve and continues to aggravate. So I guess today is the day to call out this asshole.

    The thrust of the piece is that the City of Minneapolis won’t step up and throw more money at the beleaguered new Twins stadium to bail out the inadequate planning done by Hennepin County Commissioner Mike Opat when financing the deal. Sid starts by recalling a meeting from 1995, when NHL Commissioner Gary Bettman was trying to move hockey’s Winnipeg Jets into the Target Center.

    Wheelock Whitney, one of the great civic leaders here, made a speech pointing out that Metropolitan Stadium, Met Center, Target Center and the Metrodome had been built without taxing the public. The Metrodome was funded on a liquor tax.
    And maybe this was the time for the city of Minneapolis to step up and provide some funding so the North Stars could be replaced.
    But the city council did nothing. And the Jets went to Phoenix and became the Coyotes. And though the NHL eventually returned with the Wild, Xcel Energy Center and Target Center continue to compete for big shows and lose money.

    Leaving aside Sid’s quaint notion that a liquor tax isn’t a tax on the public, he conveniently forgets that 1995 was also the year the Minneapolis City Council agreed to purchase Target Center from original Wolves owners Marv Wolfenson and Harvey Ratner for $85 million. Without that purchase, Glen Taylor wouldn’t have bought the team and patrons in another city would have been watching Kevin Garnett for the past dozen years.

    Sid continues:

    Well today, court hearings will be held on the condemnation situation of the land that will be home for the new Twins stadium. The price could come out a lot higher than the $13.5 million the space has been taxed on. The Pohlad family has agreed to pay an additional amount to help Hennepin Country [sic] when and if the condemnation comes out higher.
    But Hennepin County Commissioner Mike Opat points out that a lot of the infrastructure connected with the ballpark will have to be eliminated if the condemnation figure comes out high.
    Here would be a chance for Barbara Johnson, Lisa Goodman and other geniuses in the city council to say, “If that happens, we will contribute.”

    Again, it is difficult to know if Sid has been rendered stupid by his blatant, all-consuming self-interest or his advancing years; either way, he doesn’t seem to understand the most fundamental aspects of the way the new Twins stadium is being funded. I’ll make it as simple as possible. Johnson, Goodman, and every other member of the Minneapolis City Council represent people who live in Minneapolis. People who live in Minneapolis also live in Hennepin County, and thus quite understandably make the overwhelming bulk of their purchases within Hennepin County. The largest single source of funding for the new Twins stadium–far more than the contribution made by the team’s billionaire owner, the wealthiest of all baseball owners, by the way–comes from an increase in the Hennepin County sales tax.

    Memo to Sid: Johnson, Goodman and, more importantly, all the people they represent, are already contributing far more than their fair share of the stadium cost. Not only that, but after repeatedly voicing their opposition to funding new playgrounds for sports billionaires, and passing an citywide amendment to limit the City’s contribution to any such boondoggle to $10 million, they had this burden unilaterally placed upon them by Governor Pawlenty and the Minnesota State Legislature, who had to pass and sign a bill specifically overruling a provision in state law that stipulated voter approval of projects like the Twins stadium through a democratic referendum. It is not the fault of Johnson, Goodman or the people of Minneapolis that one of the landowners on the proposed Twins stadium site has shrewdly bargained for the best deal he can get, a factor that somehow wasn’t planned for when the Twins deal was being railroaded through the general public.

    A minute ago I mentioned blatant self-interest on Sid’s part. Most people are acquainted with his biography: How he grew up poor selling the paper he now writes for on the streetcorners; and how he is now worth millions and millions of dollars. Now very very few people work as hard as Sid Hartman, even in his mid-80s, and he has invested the money he has earned from his journalistic labors wisely. But the plain fact is that sports in Minnesota have been very very good to Sid. One might even suggest that before he belittles the representatives of Minneapolis taxpayers for not forking over more public dollars to enhance the entertainment experience of endeavors he just happens to make his living covering, he might want to consider his own lucrative and longstanding conflicts of interest on the subject. Maybe he could even rough out a personal profit/loss statement with respect to how ballparks have eased his existence, and make appropriate amends. Put up or shut up, I think it’s called.

    And because I don’t plan on ever writing about Sid again, one parting shot. This is a guy who in the decades I have observed and read him, turns the feisty journalistic axiom on its head: He comforts the comfortable and afflicts the afflicted. He is a slave to power, especially if the one wielding it has bullying tendencies, crawling furthest up the ass of people like Bob Knight and George Steinbrenner. And he is rude, mean and disparaging to those he considers beneath him in the social pecking order, especially but not exclusively with respect to media and communications assistants earning comparative peanuts trying to facilitate communication between petulant atheletes and team executives and journalists like me and Sid. Sid Hartman enables fascistic tendencies in human beings more than anyone I’ve ever met. Thank god he has devoted his boundless energy and passion to sports instead of politics.

    Okay, end of rant. On an equally unpleasant subject, there are some who suggested over the weekend that Kevin Garnett’s agent, Andy Miller, had either not consulted with his client or was merely posturing for a better contract down the road when he claimed Garnett would definitely opt out of his contract if traded to the Boston Celtics. In any event, now that both sides have simultaneously acknowledged that KG is on the trading block and, with conditions, amenable to being traded, it is probably impossible to stuff the genie back in the bottle. If a deal is contingent on a renegotiation of Garnett’s contract after his opt-out year, that can’t happen with another team until I believe July 1, but certainly after the draft, meaning that teams with earlier picks such as Atlanta or Boston, may be covertly doing the Wolves’ bidding. At least that is the way one source explained it to me, and I hope I have portrayed it accurately.

    David Brauer points out that a deal could be structured that gives the Wolves the package from the Celtics they supposedly wanted, and gets KG to Phoenix, where he wants to go. Here’s how he pitches it:
    The Celtics would get: Amare Stoudamire, James Jones, Boris Diaw, Marcus Banks and Troy Hudson. The Wolves would get Al Jefferson, the #5 overall draft pick, Wally Szczerbiak, Gerald Green, Sebastian Telfair and Theo Ratliff’s expiring contract. Phoenix would get Kevin Garnett paired with Steve Nash and Shawn Marion, and, here’s the rub, a huge hit on their salary cap, involving luxury tax dollars that Suns ownership says it doesn’t want to pay.

    The point is, the KG speculation game is almost certainly not going to end with Garnett staying in Minnesota; not after this much blood has been put in the water by both sides. As might be expected, the best clearinghouse for KG-related information around the net is at I Heart KG, which you can get to by hitting the link at the side of the page.

    Finally, with the draft now just three days away, my tolerance for speculation is higher, to the point where I will throw up an open thread on Thursday morning for any and all who want to comment–the usual cavaet applies, however: no one-line ejaculations, or other stupidity. Keep it smart and original. Relying simply on what I have been told or inferred from sources I respect, some within the team, I think Minnesota will draft either Corey Brewer or Jeff Green at #7. I think Brewer will be gone by then (maybe to a team picking on the Wolves’ behalf). I’m lousy at this sort of thing, but I’m guessing Green is the guy who gets announced on Thursday night.

  • Par and Paris: only a syllable separates them

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    OK, it’s a little premature, but I couldn’t help laughing at the first reports out of the Par Ridder hearings today.

    Question: what’s the difference between a little rich girl driving while drunk and a little rich boy driving a newspaper while drunk on power?

    UPDATE: Mnspeak’s worth a look on this. Lots of funny people there.