Year: 2007

  • Throwback Gowns

    balenciaga.jpgIf RetroRama was any indication, there’ll be about a gazillion people wearing pill box hats at this weekend’s Antique and Vintage Clothing event. Trouble is there’s a six-dollar cover to get into the thing. But you can save a whopping buck if you come dressed in vintage.

    From what I understand, this is one of the few quality forums for local women to see, touch, and buy vintage couture–which is very hot; you might’ve noticed if you’d scoped the tabloids. Of course, you’re not going to find any vintage Balenciaga (right), as the starlets are eating all that shit up.

    Just for fun, here’s some vintage couture online.

    www.vintagecouture.com

    www.thefrock.com

    www.vintageous.com

    www.kenivalenti.com

    But I’m an ogler, not a buyer. I could be missing something.

    Carry on.

  • Kevyn Burger Prognosis: Completely Treatable

    A little good news for a change.

    My erstwhile radio partner/combatant, Sarah Janecek, editor of Politics in Minnesota and close pal of Kevyn Burger says word direct from the treating physicians is that Burger’s cancer is Stage 2 and therefore completely treatable. She will undergo the usual draining chemotherapy but prospects for a full recovery, says Janecek, are “excellent.”

  • Music to Bite By

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    AOL Radio is featuring some tasty tunes on their Blogger Radio station. That’s thanks to Josh Friedland of The Food Section who pulled together 100 of his favorite food-related songs. It’s a very cool buffet, something for everyone (a little Snoop, a dash of Dizzy Gillespie, some Carole King, a pinch of Fat Boys). They’re only up until June 16, so tune in soon.

    I personally would have added “Cold Beverages” from G. Love and Special Sauce … “Starfish and Coffee” by Prince … “Cigarettes and Coffee” done by Otis Redding. Personal fave: “Pulling Mussels (From the Shell)” ala Squeeze.

    Josh’s Top 100
    All That Meat And No Potatoes by Fats Waller
    All You Can Eat by the Fat Boys
    Artichoke by Cibo Matto
    Augustus Gloop by Danny Elfman
    Augustus Gloop by The Poozies
    Banana Boat (Day-O) by Harry Belafonte
    Beans And Cornbread by Louis Jordan
    Beef Jerky by Cibo Matto
    Birthday Cake by Cibo Matto
    Black Coffee In Bed by Squeeze
    Bowl Of Oranges by Bright Eyes
    Brown Sugar by D’Angelo
    Brown Sugar by the Rolling Stones
    Candy by Cameo
    Candy by Morphine
    Candy (Drippin’ Like Water) by Snoop Dogg
    Candy Shop by 50 Cent
    Catfish by Bob Dylan
    Catfish Blues by Jimi Hendrix
    Chicken Grease by D’Angelo
    Chicken Noodle Soup by Webstar n Young B
    Chicken Soup With Rice by Carole King
    Chocolate Buttermilk by Kool n The Gang
    Chocolate City by Parliament
    Chocolate Factory by R. Kelly
    Choux Pastry Heart by Corinne Bailey Rae
    Cigarettes And Chocolate Milk by Rufus Wainwright
    Cookin’ by Clifford Brown
    Crawfish by Elvis Presley
    Days Of Wine And Roses by Henry Mancini
    Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor On The Bedpost by Lonnie Donegan
    Drinks by Twista
    Egg Man by the Beastie Boys
    Eggs And Sausage by Tom Waits
    Fried Chicken by Ice-T
    Giblet Gravy by George Benson
    Gimme That Wine by Lambert, Hendricks and Ross
    Gin And Juice by Snoop Doggy Dogg
    Glass Onion by The Beatles
    Gone Sugaring by Mirah
    Green Onions by Booker T and The MG’s
    Grits by James Brown
    Ham ‘N’ Eggs by A Tribe Called Quest
    Happy Meal II by The Cardigans
    Home Cookin’ by Horace Silver
    Honey by Moby
    Honey Pie by The Beatles
    I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl by Nina Simone
    I Want Candy by Bow Wow Wow
    Ice Cream Castles by The Time
    Ice Cream Man by Tom Waits
    Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice
    It Should Have Been Me by Ray Charles
    Jail House Rap by Fat Boys
    Juicebox by The Strokes
    Juicy Fruit by Mtume
    Know Your Chicken by Cibo Matto
    Lady Marmalade by LaBelle
    Le Jazz Et Le Gin by Coralie Clement
    Le Pain Perdu by Cibo Matto
    Milkcow Blues Boogie by Elvis Presley
    Milkshake by Kelis
    Mother Popcorn by James Brown
    My Sweet Potato by Booker T and The MG’s
    Old Joe’s Place by The Folksmen
    One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer by John Lee Hooker
    Orange Crush by R.E.M.
    Oregano Flow (Gumbo Soup Mix) by Digital Underground
    Otha Fish by The Pharcyde
    Pimp Juice by Nelly
    Pot Kettle Black by Wilco
    Potato Head Blues by Louis Armstrong
    Potato’s In The Paddy Wagon by The New Main Street Singers
    Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard
    Pulling Mussels (From The Shell) by Squeeze
    Quiche Lorraine by The B-52’s
    Rapper’s Delight by Sugarhill Gang
    Red Apples by Cat Power
    Red Vines by Aimee Mann
    Salt Peanuts by Dizzy Gillespie
    Salt Peanuts by Joshua Redman
    Savoy Truffle by The Beatles
    Shanghai Noodle Factory by Traffic
    Spanish Grease by Willie Bobo
    Straight, No Chaser by Thelonious Monk
    Struttin’ With Some Barbecue by Louis Armstrong
    Sukiyaki by A Taste Of Honey
    Sweets For My Sweet by The Drifters
    Taco WIth A Pork Chop by Ray Brown, John Clayton, Christian McBride
    Tacos, Enchiladas And Beans by Doris Day
    Tea For Two by Ella Fitzgerald
    Tea For Two by Fats Waller
    The Coffee Song by Frank Sinatra
    The Lemon Song by Led Zeppelin
    Too Much Sugar For A Dime by Merle Travis
    Watermelon Man by Mongo Santamaria
    White Pepper Ice Cream by Cibo Matto
    Wild Honey by U2
    Yes! We Have No Bananas by Louis Prima
    You’re Not The Only Oyster In The Stew by Fats Waller

  • Dinner First

    STORYTELLING
    If You Like to Hear Yourself Talk

    Start off the evening with a light bite and a bottle of wine at JP American Bistro. Sit out in the patio if the weather and crowds permit. Order a bottle of the Emilio Moro Valladolid ’01. It’s from the Ribera del Duero region of Spain, so it’ll be well worth the $56. 2937 Lyndale Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-824-9300.

    storyslam.jpgLeave the car where it is for now, and walk to the Bryant Lake Bowl. You should be in just the right mood for the In the Loop Story Slam. We all have a story to tell, be it in song, poetry, or prose, be it real or not. Take the stand and spin your tale. Too shy? Sit back and let the others do the work. Jeff Horwich will be hosting, along with In the Loop house band, The Smart. If you have a story to tell, sign up before 7:30. Names will be drawn randomly throughout the night. You’ll have five minutes to tell your tale, after which The Smarts will drown you out with their song. Think you’re interesting enough? Don’t expect kindness. And if all goes well, and you don’t yet want the night to end, you can top off the evening with another light bite or a chocolate torte before you go off to bed.

    7:30 pm (6:30 doors), Bryant Lake Bowl, 810 West Lake St., Minneapolis; 612-825-3737; $6-10 (pay what you can).

    FILM
    Kids Do It Better

    open_group.jpgThe Roosevelt High Open Program is hosting its 3rd Annual Student Documentary Film Festival this evening — a result of a year-long interdisciplinary English and American History course and work with documentary film artist and IFP member Joanna Kohler. Go check out seven student films, produced, directed, researched, and edited entirely by these students. “What these youth are saying… may not be what you expected to hear.” School Spirit offers an inside look at student connectedness to schools. Opportunities & Obstacles examines the achievement gap. Save The Drum Beat explores Anishinabe Culture in the Twin Cities. Echoes of the Past tells ghost stories about Roosevelt High School. Locally Grown digs into hip-hop in the Twin Cities. Who’s Your Family? serves up a little Gang Life 101. Get Your Motor Running covers the Automotive Program at Roosevelt. And Image is Everything shows media images of urban schools and stereotypes.

    6 p.m., Roosevelt High School Auditorium, 4029 28th Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-668-4800; free.

    Since they’re only 10 minutes apiece, the films should be done by 7:30 or 8 p.m. Hungry now? Lucky for you, you’re only 10 blocks away from the Town Talk Diner. Stay in touch with the newly-awoken kid in you with one of their adult milkshakes. I’m particularly fond of the Irish Float — made with Guinness — but the John Cold Train is pretty fabulous, too. 2707 1/2 E. Lake St., Minneapolis; 612-722-1312.

    Coppola Does It Best

    tucker-big1.jpgOf course, classics are always good, too. And Francis Ford Coppola is always worth seeing — even his crap-ass One from the Heart. Tonight, you’ll do much better than that. Tucker: The Man and His Deam exposes the real-life struggles of one man and his fight against big government and large corporations. “In 1945 Michigan, Preston Tucker (Jeff Bridges) created a car for the future equipped with fuel injection, a center headlight, seat belts, a rear engine, disc brakes, shatterproof glass, and a pop-out windshield. With the support of his wife (Joan Allen), his son (Christian Slater), and his business manager (Martin Landau, in an Academy Award-nominated performance), Tucker produced fifty of his dream cars. However, Detroit’s Big Three, with the help of a Washington senator (played by Jeff Bridges’s father, Lloyd, in an uncredited role), set up significant roadblocks. Tucker is investigated for fraud and his plant is closed. Coppola had been planning to make a film based on the life of Preston Tucker since 1974. His own struggle to retain independence from the Hollywood studios mirrors the auto maverick’s story. Of the 50 cars Tucker made, 46 are still roadworthy (Coppola and Executive Producer George Lucas each own one).”

    7:30 p.m., Liberty Center, 799 Raymond Ave., Saint Paul; 651-646-8980; $5 optional donation; please R.S.V.P.

    The best way to prepare for this libertarian event is with a burger and a beer (root beer counts) at Casper & Runyon’s Nook. Get a decently priced meal and what I’ve often heard referred to as one of the best burgers in town. It ain’t Matt’s, but you can get an even fancier juicy lucy with pepperjack cheese and friend onions. Mmmmm. 492 S. Hamline Ave., Saint Paul; 651-698-4347.

    THEATER & PERFORMANCE by Christy DeSmith
    Ballet of the Dolls Does Barbarella

    ballet copy.jpgThis irreverent modern dance production is inspired by Jean-Claude Forest’s cheeky ’60s comic strip Barbarella. But it’s more closely related to the 1968 sci-fi movie Forest’s book inspired. Just as Jane Fonda did in that movie version, Dolls dancer Heather Cadigan gets things started with a zero-gravity striptease. In this instance, however, the achievement owes more to the performer’s limberness than to primitive, mid-century F/X. From there on out, the intergalactic mission finds Cadigan shimmying and wall-dancing in little more than her go-go boots. (Rumors that Cadigan would don something akin to Fonda’s famous see-through plastic breastplate couldn’t be confirmed.) Of course, the Dolls’ artistic director Myron Johnson couldn’t resist the temptation to inject Barbarella with some twenty-first-century-style modernity. He keeps his comments on media, women, and war on the slight side, but shamelessly mashes the film’s bubblegum score with P. Diddy and Christina Aguilera. Stay tuned for a behind-the-scenes video.

    8 p.m., Ritz Theater, 345 13th Ave. NE, Minneapolis; 612-436-1129; $15.

    No need to forego dinner with Erte Restaurant so close. A good cabaret-style show calls for a good Cabernet — or at least it sounds good. Try the Chicken Saltimbocca with a bottle of Beringer Knight’s Valley Cabernet Sauvignon. Normally, I wouldn’t recommend chicken with this wine, but the Saltimbocca is zesty enough to hold its own against even this one. 323 13th Avenue N.E., Minneapolis; 612-623-4211.

  • The Late Show: Not Worth Staying Up For

    I’ve always loved west coast road trips and those late-night games that give a guy the chance to get home from work, maybe go to the gym for a couple hours, grab a bite to eat, and then sit down in front of the television to watch baseball as the clock drifts toward midnight.

    They fit my life and my schedule perfectly. Hell, I’d be happy as a clam if the Twins could find a way to play part of their schedule someplace that would allow me to watch the games in the middle of the night. I once saw a game between two Swedish teams –or maybe it was the Swedish National team against the Norwegians– that took place above the Arctic Circle at midnight, played entirely without the aid of artificial light. Afterwards I went out and ate pizza with a bunch of Swedish baseball players. Early that morning, as I staggered back to the apartment where I was staying, I thought, ‘This is the life.’

    It really was the life, now that I think about it. Midnight baseball on a soccer field carved out of the tundra. A game in which every player who came to the plate batted left.

    That doesn’t, of course, have a damn thing to do with the nonsense I witnessed tonight, or over the last five days. I’m not so sure, though, that I like those late west coast games anymore.

    And I don’t much like the Twins at the moment, either. I might well like them again tomorrow, or sometime next week, but right now they’re on my shit list.

    Sorry, boys, but nine runs in five games ain’t gonna cut it. Playing from behind night after night and day after day ain’t gonna cut it either. Streaky, inconsistent, bullshit baseball just ain’t gonna cut it with me right now. I’ve got too many books I want to read and too many records I could be listening to while I shimmy around my apartment. And there’s that miniature log cabin I’m trying to build out of Slim Jims that has been sitting half finished on my dining room table for almost six weeks now.

    What I’m saying, I guess, is this: I can’t deny that I have a lot of time on my hands and a non-existent social life, but, dammit, I can find other ways to waste that time. Plenty of other ways. I’m not a fair-weather fan, and I’ve too often proved that I’m capable of following a truly shitty team from wire-to-wire. This hot-and-cold stuff, though, this game of tease and torture, this I will not abide.

    I’m just telling you, you bastards.

    Consider yourself warned.

    Brad Zellar is getting very weary.

    Very, very weary.

  • Spurs-Cavs Preview

    On the flight back to Cleveland after his 48-point, double-overtime performance in Game Five of the Eastern Conference Finals, LeBron James was so literally drained of energy that he required intravenous fluids. Well, somebody better have that drip bag ready two or three times minimum for the NBA Finals that kick off Thursday night in San Antonio. Because the Spurs will make LeBron work for everything he gets….but will also force the King James to be the one who beats them on offense.

    Against Phoenix, Gregg Popovich and his crew decided to guard the three-point shooters even if it meant the Suns had room to operate off the dribble after they spread the floor. Against Utah, Pops and company seemed to allow Mehmet Okur (and, initially, Deron Williams) plenty of open looks out at the three-point line while robbing the Jazz of easy shots in the paint. Both turned out to be the right decision. How will they play the Cavs? The decision could be significant, because this series, folks, could be much more competitive than the San Antonio blowout most people expect.

    I say this as someone who has been blown away by how well the Spurs have performed in the first three rounds. Duncan’s decision-making has generally been spot-on; Ginobili has re-resurrected the notion that he elevates his game in crucial crunchtime moments more dramatically than anyone in the league; and Parker has improved his defense and curbed his mental lapses to the point where, like Duncan, he’s never played better than in the past 6 weeks. San Antonio won eight more games than Cleveland while playing in a far tougher conference, and then steamrolled through a vastly more daunting gauntlet of opponents to reach these finals. In fact, a decent argument could be made that any of the Spurs’ last three playoff foes would be favored over Cleveland.

    But for a number of reasons the Cavs are a dangerous, dangerous team right now. First of all, their coach and their perimeter defense are both ridiculously underrated. Even with the NBA’s most galvanizing superstar (as of Game Five, it is no longer Kobe), “winning ugly” has generally been Cleveland’s m.o. They throw a starting lineup out of the floor that features a wiry guard tandem of 6-5 Larry Hughes and 6-7 Sasha Pavolvice, with 6-8 LeBron the swingman. Rarely have all three perimeter defenders on a team been simultaneously so long and tall, so sinewy, and so quick. It is hard for opponents to set up because they have precious little space in their comfort zone, precious little peripheral vision, and dramatically reduced passing angles. Against the Cavs, Washington shot 41.3% from the field; New Jersey was 42.8% and Detroit was 41.9%. Individually, Vince Carter was 35%, Jason Kidd 42%, Rip Hamilton 43% and Chauncey Billups 42%. One of the great matchups of this series is how effectively Cleveland can enforce its defensive will on Parker and Ginobili, two of the absolute masters at creating points when starting from the perimeter in the half-court offense.

    This is Mike Brown’s doing. The Cavs’ coach is a Popovich disciple, and it is worth remembering that Pops, too, was grossly underrated despite surprising success early in his coaching tenure. Coaching defense is about making it an unrelenting priority, and Brown is demonstrating that kind of contagious commitment–if he’s not in the class of a Popovich or a Larry Brown yet, the arc of his brief career shows he’s on track for it. The Spurs have played some mighty fine ballclubs in the postseason thus far, but they haven’t encountered a team that can disrupt an offense at the point of attack like Cleveland can. This is the most underrated aspect of Lebron’s game, by the way. Not only is he faithful to Brown’s rigorous defensive schemes and rotations, but he is so strong and inexorable that he literally wears people out. Tayshaun Prince missed 50 of the 66 shots he attempted in the Eastern finals because he was gassed from guarding LeBron, and then had to get past LeBron (and Hughes and Pavlovic) to get his shot off. As the series wore on and Prince wore out, the Cavs frequently sloughed off him to concentrate on Hamilton and Billups and he still couldn’t convert (think of how many open looks Prince got compared to Rip and Billups). Now Bruce Bowen isn’t as vital to the Spurs offense as Prince was to the Pistons, but he was able to slide in the dagger of some crunchtime baselines treys in two or three of the wins over Utah. He won’t have the legs left to make those shots against the Cavs.

    But the question remains: Do the Spurs gang up on LeBron or seal off his options and let him go for his? I say the latter. After the Cavs had beaten the Pistons, the increasingly enlightening Steve Kerr noted that LeBron is exactly the kind of guy that Bowen has trouble containing–large and powerful. Like Raja Bell, Bowen has a bully mentality, one that wants to intimidate. That’s out of the question against LeBron, who is strong enough to make Bowen feel puny, and quick enough to make Bowen feel old. If Bowen tries to impede LeBron’s pivot, and get up under him like he does to so many opposing point guards, LeBron will have a field day blowing past him *and* drawing the foul. Plus, if LeBron blows past Bowen, who rotates over to defend the paint, putting himself at risk of fouling? Yup, Tim Duncan. And if Duncan is forced into early foul trouble, everything changes for San Antonio. Remember, the only game Utah won was when Duncan was saddled with early whistles. That and TD’s suspect free throw shooting comprise the Spurs’ very short list of glaring vulnerabilities.

    It is Popovich’s job to keep his polestar on the court without having the rest of his team get posterized by LeBron’s penetration. I think the way he handles it is to make LeBron beat San Antonio with his jumper. Have Bowen play off him enough to scurry into position to draw the charge. Robert Horry is extremely adept at this, and it wouldn’t surprise me to see Horry on LeBron some, despite the obvious difference is quickness. Bottom line, if LeBron is making his treys and midrange jumpers, this could be a whale of a series.

    Popovich has other options, of course. He could throw multiple traps and double-teams at LeBron, and he may even start off that way, checking to see how much of a flash in the pan Daniel Gibson turns out to be. I think that’s playing with fire. And gasoline. If Cleveland as a team has absolutely nothing to lose–and they don’t, a prime reason why they are dangerous–Gibson is the guy playing with the lottery money he just inherited from an unknown uncle: The guy could go 0-30 in this round and still get free beers in any Cleveland tavern 30 years from now. Has there been a player in the past 20 NBA Finals more justified in feeling he is blessed by fate and destined to be the hero than Daniel Gibson? Has there been a player whose body language better suggests that he absolutely the right person to assume this role? Forget about his perfect 5-5 FG from beyond the arc in Game Six for a moment; Gibson got to the free throw line 33 times in 94 minutes during the last three Cavs’ wins over Detroit, and he made 30 of them. If I’m Popovich, one of my first orders of business is to make Gibson feel vinceable again, as soon as possible, even if it means throwing one less body at LeBron. Meanwhile, at the other end, Parker has to burn Gibson at every opportunity, forcing Brown to yank him.

    Flip Saunders will tell you that when it comes to defending LeBron, you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. Saunders got ripped for letting James waltz around for 48 in Game Five. So in Game Six he throws the kitchen sink at King James and LeBron simply dishes off to Gibson, who nails treys with an unfettered rhythm like he gets in after-practice drills when the assistant coaches are feeding him a diet of dishes. Pops is a better defensive coach than Flip and, not coincidentally, has better defenders at his disposal. Another option is to put Duncan on Z Ilgauskas and let Oberto and Elson semi-guard Drew Gooden while rotating over on LeBron. In any case, to snuff out Cleveland’s designs on an upset, Pops needs to keep Duncan out of foul trouble and prevent Gibson from continuing to think he’s following God’s will. I think that means playing off LeBron, giving him the midrange and positioning for the charge when LeBron penetrates. That a recipe that will fatten LeBron’s scoring average and have him reaching for the IV after the games.

    So, despite all this, why is San Antonio still more likely to be the ones holding hardware over their heads in a week or so? Because the soft underbelly of the Cavs is their interior defense and the Spurs has the savvy to recognize it and the talent to exploit it. If the likes of Mikki Moore and Chris Webber can give Z and Gooden and Varajao fits, imagine how Duncan and Oberto can carve them up. Duncan will be black and blue before this is finished, and as always, how the refs call the game will be enormously important, especially on LeBron’s penetration (block or charge?) and the response to Duncan’s low post choreography (hack or no call?). I was shocked at how slowly Ilgauskas reacted in the low block versus Detroit, and if it continues, Cleveland is going to have to double down with Pavlovic and James, freeing up the perimeter for Ginobili, Parker and the three-point shooters.

    Who is the more reliable scorer, Duncan or LeBron? If the comparison is Duncan from 4 feet versus LeBron from 15 feet, and Duncan isn’t clanking from the line, then TD is more reliable and the Cavs are toast. But if the Cavs can figure out a way to defend Duncan without compromising that airtight perimeter D, then the Cavs have some hope. And if LeBron forces Pops to think he’s damned every which way–Duncan in foul trouble or Gibson going off or LeBron getting 40–then the Cavs can spring a major upset. I’ll repeat what I’ve said about the past two Spurs opponents: If everything breaks right on their A game, this will be a long, contentious, thrilling series that could go either way. More likely, the Spurs will make Cleveland play their A-minus game, and San Antonio wins it in five, or, more likely, six.

  • Where there's a way, there's a will.

    Stopped by the candy store on Saturday AM and sampled the following: a brand new Viper, Mustang GT500, Maserati Quattroporte, Corvette Z06, BMW M6 (black coupe, gray convertible), Mercedes 600 V12 biturbo, and, uhm, lets see…a few R class Mercedes.

    This candy store is also known as Sears Automotive. I intend to drive each of these vehicles over the next month to help you make a purchasing decision. And yes Sears can find a way to make any of them work for you.

    You just need the will.

  • Strib Buy-Out List (Partial)

    This is just released by Nancy Barnes, Star Tribune editor …

    >>> Nancy Barnes 6/5/2007 5:24 PM >>>

    Dear Staff:
    Since Monday, we have accepted 40 people into the voluntary buyout program, for a total of 44 approved buyouts to date. We have also had one resignation in the last month, which brings us very close to the company’s target of reducing combined news and editorial staffs by 50 jobs. We are still evaluating the remaining buyout applications to determine if others will be approved. We are also working hard on the newsroom reorganization and we hope to get the remaining assignments out before the end of the week.
    It is an understatement to say that these have been extremely stressful weeks for everyone. We want to thank you again for your patience and dedication to journalism as we work through this difficult period. We are lucky to have such a terrific staff to lean on. Soon, we will be saying goodbye to a lot of talented people, many of whom have dedicated their careers to this paper. The list includes a few who have been here for almost 48 years. We simply cannot thank people enough for their work for the Star Tribune and for journalism.
    The last day of work for most of those accepted into the buyout program will be Friday, June 15, and we are working on a plan to recognize their contributions. All suggestions for how to do so are welcome. Meanwhile, here is the list of people who have been accepted so far. It is important to note that this list is tentative: people have 15 days to rescind their buyout application and it is possible that a few people may decide to stay.

    Nancy Entwistle
    Doug Grow
    Ron Nies
    Stephen Berg
    Catherine Stanley
    Larry Hanson
    Carol Hartman
    Stormi Greener
    Jay Weiner
    Conrad deFiebre
    Kay Miller
    Dan Wascoe
    Sharon Schmickle
    Linda Mack
    Michael Anthony
    Susan E. Peterson
    Eric Black
    Paul Gustafson
    Joseph Kimball
    Charles Haga
    Linda Scheimann
    Jim Phillips
    Pat Norton
    Heather Munro
    Jim Boyd
    Maury Hobbs
    Susie Hopper
    John Addington
    Patricia Pheifer
    Randy Miranda
    Beth Thibodeau
    Julie Rosckes
    Delma Francis
    Greg Patterson
    Barb Glander
    Jeff Rush
    Christine Norman
    Nancy Olsen
    Susan Barbieri
    David Peters
    Already in the buyout program
    Rob Daves
    Larry Werner
    Denise Brownfield
    Bob Jansen

  • David Bowie for Target (not really … )

    Just dropping in to leave an amusing little press release from Target Corp … (Am I the only one who finds this amusing?) Also, I apologize for posting press releases. It’s just that I’ve been drowning in the minutiae of producing a magazine. So there you have it. And here you go:

    Target Announces Bowie by Keanan Duffty for Target Collection

    Inspired by rock legend David Bowie, Keanan Duffty creates limited-edition collection

    Target announces the new Bowie by Keanan Duffty for Target Collection for men. British designer Keanan Duffty designed the line, drawing inspiration from rock ‘n’ roll legend David Bowie, who has long been a fan of Duffty’s rock-inspired fashion designs. The collection of men’s items, including tuxedo jackets, jeans, dress shirts and rocker tees, launches on October 15, 2007, and is available through December 24, 2007 at most Target stores and online at Target.com.

  • A Blatant Play for Google Position

    It’s a barely kept secret that Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton are among the most searched terms on the internet. In fact, if you teamed “rehab” with “Lohan” last week, you got over 6.8 million Google references.

    That was, of course, topped this week with 6.9 Google hits on “Hilton” and “jail”.

    I’ve railed here before about America’s fascination with sex bombs over fragmentation bombs. Thank God someone in the entertainment industry feels the same way I do about empty celebrity.

    Sarah Silverman has already got several pans for her “mean spirited” body slam of Paris Hilton at this week’s MTV Movie Awards. But, I’m one of the ones who think Sarah got it just right. If you don’t want to watch the video clip, here’s the highlight from the Reuters story: “[Silverman] joked that the bars of Hilton’s cell would be painted like penises to make her feel more comfortable, but noted: “I just worry that she’s going to break her teeth on those things.”

    Watch the video. I already loved Sarah Silverman. My estimation of her has increased.