Year: 2007

  • The John McCain Pander Factor

    Conservatives have enjoyed great success pilloring Democrats and liberals with accusations of “flip-flopping”. Any lefty who everv changed their mind, voting against a flawed bill and then voting for a repaired bill was labeled a “flip-flopper”. It worked because the party’s base, the average Sean Hannity listener, wants glib judgments made for him, and made with instantaneous and unequivocal bias.

    As we see today with Mitt Romney, that “flip-flopping” can cut both ways. But I’m more fascinated with the “pander factor”, where supposedly intelligent, worldly, sophisticated men (as all the Republican presidential candidates are … “men”, I mean) not only attempt to out-Sgt. Rock each other on the issue of who can be the most ruthless toward our “enemies”, (long, murky list there), waffle on their acceptance of evolution — EVOLUTION, for chrissakes! — and, in the case of John McCain the other night on “The O’Reilly Factor”, let pass with out comment, much less condemnation, one of the most naked assertions of gender and ethnic privilege I’ve ever heard.

    Here is the YouTube link. The most interesting stuff begins at about the 1:40 mark. That is where we hear this exchange:

    Bill O’Reilly: But do you understand what the New York Times wants, and the far-left want? They want to break down the white, Christian, male power structure, which you’re a part, and so am I, and they want to bring in millions of foreign nationals to basically break down the structure that we have. In that regard, Pat Buchanan is right. So I say you’ve got to cap with a number.

    John McCain: In America today we’ve got a very strong economy and low unemployment, so we need addition farm workers, including by the way agriculture, but there may come a time where we have an economic downturn, and we don’t need so many.

    O’Reilly: But in this bill, you guys have got to cap it. Because estimation is 12 million, there may be 20 [million]. You don’t know, I don’t know. We’ve got to cap it.

    McCain: We do, we do. I agree with you.

    In fairness, McCain is “agreeing” with O’Reilly’s notion of a cap on immigration. (Get back to me with those enforcement details, Bill.) He is not specifically “agreeing” with O’Reilly’s Berchtesgaden-like view that, “the white, male, Christian power structure” is some kind of inviolable, God and Constitution-ordained law in this country.

    My point is that unless McCain’s earplug went dead at that precise moment he had an obligation, as a candidate for President of the United States, a country where over half the population is female and the percentages of the other-than-white and other-than-Christian citizenry has been substantial and growing for a century, to say something to the effect, “Well look, Bill. I’ve got to stop you there and tell you that I’m not on board with the idea that what you call the ‘white, male, Christian power structure’ is something so pure and faultless it isn’t long overdue for a little enlightened evolution.

    “Sorry, bad choice of words, there. But even though this is Fox News and even though most of your audience is 68 year-old white guys sitting in their boxers in their trailers cleaning their guns, I’m just not comfortable with your assertion, or is it Pat Buchanan’s?, that white, male and Christian is the only way to run this country.

    “Now, back to your point about making it tougher on the brown crowd to clip hedges in San Diego … .”

    Let me ask you, has any politician with as much crossover appeal as McCain had even two years ever squandered as much so fast? It is astonishing.

    Also, if you missed Jon Stewart’s “interview” with McCain about a month ago, here is that link.

    It really is a shame. But I guess we knew all along that McCain’s biggest problem was going to be the GOP’s nutball factor. But, personally, I thought he’d blow his chances by doing the “straight talk” thing with Jerry Falwell, James Dobson , O’Reilly, Hannity and the rest of the court of fools and tell them how their combination of rigid sanctimony and crass, low-denominator marketing would sooner or later kill off their party.

    Instead, McCain has shot his feet off by declining to play truth-speaker and pandering instead to their post-Weimar lunacies.

    There’s a book in this one.

  • Tasty Bits

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    something lovely from celeste?

    First off, did you see this piece on kids’ menus? I’ve been noticing the ‘chicken finger pandemic’ myself for a while now, but thankfully there are places that try to feed kids, not just pacify them. Craftsman, with their finger-free kids’ menu of fresh but friendly food, comes directly to mind. I have to say, my kids aren’t saints or elite eaters by any means, but because our home dinners are not restaurant-style (no special orders!), the 4 year-old has grown up eating tilapia, zucchini, goat cheese and spinach with the rest of us. It’s actually easier than trying to make meals to fit everyone.

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    I wandered into the new Wayzata Eatery the other day. They’ve just opened with a “Fine Casual Dining” motto in the old Louie’s Habit spot. The space has been made a bit more comfortable, but it still has a dark and clubby feel. The menu looks interesting: Nueske’s BLT, parm crusted grilled cheese, wild mushroom lasagna, and an $11 Wagyu burger. The first menu wasn’t proofed very well, but crispy leaks and pine nutes are forgivable. Word is, the owners have a history in foodservice, but more on the commercial/supply side. Apparently this is their first restaurant, but they have plans to turn the old Shelley’s Woodroast into a seafood restaurant later this summer. Let’s hope it’s nothing like the Billfish concept that failed across the street.

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    Always looking to give something cool and different to the grad, this year I’m bringing personalized, stenciled chocolates from Chocolat Celeste. That and a fat check.

  • Get Your Yearly Art-fill in One Single Weekend

    ART
    Art on a Roll

    i-skate-shirt-web.jpgNorthfield has more to offer than the “Cows, Colleges, and Contentment” of the city motto. (Aren’t there more pigs than cows there anyhow?) A city becomes a true city only when it produces outsider art. Or didn’t you know that? Well, one thing you probably do know is that small towns — particularly college towns like this one — tend to produce a lot of skateboarders. (You know — the ones getting thrown out of every plaza and park in town.) In an effort to raise awareness, support skateboarding, and raise funds for a skate park, the Grezzo Gallery is hosting Breaking the Law, local art by local skaters. Celebrate the opening tonight with DJ Joe Cruse. Renegade Board Shop, from Faribault, will be putting on a demo right in font of the gallery if the weather holds up. And be sure to buy a t-shirt (design featured to the right). All proceeds will toward The Key youth center’s efforts to build a skate park.

    5:30 – 10 p.m., Grezzo Gallery, 16 Bridge Square, Downtown Northfield; 612-986-7690; free ($20 t-shirts).

    Art Festivals for Everyone

    twirl2.jpgThe Flint Hills International Children’s Festival is this weekend, and there is so much exciting stuff happening, I just have to run down the list for you. This isn’t just for kids, people. By all means take the kids if you’ve got them; but don’t forget to be the kid, too. It’s a completely interactive affair, and it ought to be great fun. Spend the day among artists and butterflies, making your own art, watching stellar performances from around the globe, eating international cuisine, and partaking in various artistic and community events. There’s an ARTwalk exhibit with more than 615 pieces of art displayed in 155 windows in downtown Saint Paul, a festival sculpture garden, an aerial ballet piece based on the work of Chagall, a Kite Festival with a huge kite 50 feet in the air adorning Landmark Plaza, a Poster Contest presented as huge building art hanging from all of the buildings surrounding Rice Park, Movement Arts, an
    ARTmoves community art parade in Rice Park, an incredible array of local performers, and international performers from Mexico, Morocco, France, and Canada. See the lineup of performers. You can’t go wrong. The amount of planning behind this event is astounding, the kids have put in a great deal of time and preparation from their part, and there’s something for everyone. Don’t miss out.

    502732979_b51d3a9aaf.jpgIf you don’t quite get your fill of art at the Children’s Festival, there are a couple of art festivals worth attending. Now in it’s sixth year, the Red Hot Art Festival brings local artists, musicians, food vendors and restauranteurs, installation artists, and community organizations together in Stevens Square Park for a unique weekend gathering.

    If you prefer your art sans community, stroll on along to the ever-so-comfortable Edina Art Fair. Enjoy work by more than 400 artists, live music, fashion shows, great food, and lifestyle demonstrations. What the heck is a lifestyle demonstration anyhow? Only in Edina!

    Out on a Limb

    icecream.jpgFor whatever reason, I can’t refrain from mentioning Jennifer Davis’s art opening this weekend. Davis offers, “the dilute pastels of a taffy-colored universe, where a tethered manatee drifts above a delighted crowd or a pensive youth dreams unbridled fantasies about the horse that got away.” And while it resembles art that I so often hate, it manages to express a certain strange perversity that justifies the sappiness. I want this stuff hanging in the nursery that I keep neglecting to need. I want to write a story, or a poem, to go with each of her images. I want the children I haven’t had to grow up dreaming them. I can’t stop looking.

    7 p.m., Gallery 360, 3011 W. 50th St., Minneapolis; 612-925-2400; free.

    BOOKS, AUTHORS, AND THEN SOME
    Call It Beat, Or Simply Be Beat

    andrecodrescu.jpgWhen he arrived in the United States in the 1960s, then 20-year-old Andrei Codrescu tucked his transcendentalist ideals into his breast pocket and sought out the vestiges of the Beat Generation, principally Allen Ginsberg. Since then, the Romanian-born writer and thinker has elucidated American culture in myriad forms: poetry, essays, novels, screenplays, and even a National Public Radio column. In traditional Beatnik spirit — if anything Beat can be called traditional — Codrescu’s sardonic wit and thirst for the unusual, his playful defiance of all categorization, are his trademarks.

    Despite his acutely ironic sense of humor and his archetypal Jewish wit, Codrescu seems an odd proposition for the Minnesota Public Radio’s American Humorist Series. “For years now I have published my poems in funny magazines / So that nobody would notice / How sad they were,” he writes in his 1980 “Paper on Humor.” More than a humorist, Codrescu is one of our nation’s leading proponents of critical thought. Fearing that our literature, particularly poetry, was suffering from lack of public debate, Codrescu founded the Exquisite Corpse literary journal in 1983. A decade and a half later, he had become one of the first online-only publications, understanding, before many, the distribution value of the Internet. There’s no denying this man’s dominion. With more than 38 published works and endless public presentations he continues to find new outlets for his obsessive learning impulses.

    Friday at 7 p.m., Fitzgerald Theater, 10 E. Exchange St., St. Paul; 651 290-1200; $22-$31.

    While seeing Codrescu is sure to be quite rewarding, living like Codrescu is perhaps even more admirable. You’ve got an opportunity to do so each day of the weekend. The beats were certainly not the first to bring poetry together with music and dance (thought they did it so well), and they’re certainly not the last. Watch words collide with spoken artwork re-colored by choreographers this Saturday in Embedded With Mangoes in the Garden of Dueling Delights, a TalkingImageConnection reading featuring Shá Cage, Carla Hagen, Julia Klatt-Singer, Haley Lasché, Sam Osterhout, Annette Schiebout, and special guests Three Dances.

    Saturday at 8 p.m., Soap Factory, 518 2nd St. SE, Minneapolis; 612-623-9176; free.

    And if you still have a little more beat in you left on Sunday, stop by the 331 Club at 6 p.m. the Lit 6 Story Stage’s Ginsbergian beat poetry day.

    DANCE
    The Language of Silence? Really?

    mn_dance_index.jpgSure, poetry with dance is cool, but let’s face it, sometimes you just just need to shut out those words. Explore the gestures of Arabic letters and poems of 13th century mystic Muhammad Jalaluddin Rumi in silence, or at least Close to Silence. Tonight the Minnesota Dance Theatre showcases the premiere of choreographer-in-residence Wynn Fricke’s Close to Silence, a piece that crosses cultural boundaries by combining modern dance with traditional Islamic dance.

    8 p.m. (Sundays 7 p.m.), The Southern Theater, 1420 Washington Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-340-1725; $32 (students and youth $17).

    DANCE, MUSIC, AND OTHER GREAT STUFF
    Forget Grand Old Days, the Insanity Starts Here

    vaudeville_sm.jpgMinnesota Public Radio is on a role this weekend. Follow up the Friday’s Codrescu presentation with a vaudevillian extravaganza on Saturday. Seventeen distinctive acts will perform as part of Vaudevillian Stages. Yes, this is real vaudeville — musicians, dancers, comedians, acrobats, and freak shows. Get a load of this line-up: Mongolian acrobats Circus Manduhai, singer Isabella Dawis, The Twin Cities Harmonica Trio, pianist Michael “The Hook” Deutsch, 21-string banjo master Paul Metzger, savage comedian Brian Beatty, Jared “Yodelboy” Mason, manualist (don’t ask) Scott Richardson, tap dance sensations The Ausland Brothers, aerialist Risa Cohen, vocal jazz stylists Rio Nido with singer Prudence Johnson, guitar luminary Tim Sparks, ethereal musical ensemble Dreamland Faces, host Tom Lieberman, and even Ned Beatty (though, strange as he is, I don’t see how he possibly fits in with this motley gang).

    Saturday at 8 p.m., Fitzgerald Theater, 10 E. Exchange St., St. Paul; 651 290-1200; $27-$31.

    MUSIC
    Diggin’ on Them Roots

    charlie1.jpgMaybe it’s the railroads that have tied Minnesota so tightly to the folk music scene since the ’40s. Or maybe it’s the good old Midwestern working-class mentality that permeates the back roads and smaller towns throughout the state. Regardless, our imprint on contemporary folk doesn’t stop at Bob “Zimmerman” Dylan. Hailing from Dylan’s hometown, and clearly influenced by much of the same music as his forebear, Charlie Parr has been quietly shaking the Americana music scene with his authentic rendering of Piedmont-style blues. With the storytelling finesse of Dylan and Woodie Guthrie, the finger-picking mastery of Rev. Gary Davis and Dave Van Ronk, and the raw soul of Robert Johnson and Brownie McGhee (is that enough name-dropping for you?), Parr builds on a strong tradition of American folk and blues while addressing the very real issues of the contemporary Midwestern working man. Anyhow, it’s a hell of a lot better than going to see Styx play at Myth! I mean, come one; they weren’t even that good in the ’80s.

    Saturday at 8 p.m., Cedar Cultural Center, 416 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-338-2674; $9.

    Ok. Now quit reading and go DO!

  • Hot rods for (and with) kids

    Starting next week, I will begin to test drive various cars from Sears Automotive. I understand I can flog any car for as long as I wish and report back on it to you, our readers.

    As you are all like me, I am sure you read English, Japanese, Finnish, Russian, American car magazines every month (I wrote once about how the underside of our conjugal bed at home is littered with about 200 plus magazines–some guys hide Playboys, I have a different habit.)

    Well, as I was saying, because I am certain you read as many car magazines as I do, you know that there is a pretty common zeitgeist going round that says you can drive anything you want, as fast as you want, as long as kids are not in the car.

    Kids and really fast cars do not mix. Right?

    Pulease.

    With this in mind, I intend to go gonzo with my boys, Frank and Joe, and invite them to test drive the finest and the fastest that Sears has to offer–then report our findings back to you. In doing so, I may just save all of you from that dreaded Minivan. The Road Rake will provide the ontology you need to avoid your fate.

    (Ontology: loosely translated as the study of meaning and/or the imbuing of a concept with meaning. I think.)

    P.S. I intend to drive the finest and fastest. This does not neccessarily mean we will drive fast. So get off my butt here.

  • Hamburger Does Strib's Work

    I gotta tell ya I’m damned near out of gas on flogging the Star Tribune (and the Pioneer Press, and WCCO TV and just about everybody other than KSTP’s Bob McNaney and Strib columnist, Nick Coleman) to look up from its new strategic focus on the Fridley Squirts Hockey league long enough to put a full-bodied squeeze on the US Attorneys/Heffelfinger/Paulose story. The thing is belching vaporous gas like an incipient volcano and they’re still taking “I don’t knows” from Heffelfinger (who most likely doesn’t know — so enough) and “no comments” from Paulose, who, at the very minimum, should be compelled to hold a full press conference on the matter.

    Thankfully, other papers have recognized the pattern — particularly Karl Rove’s bogus voter fraud/vote suppression strategy — and are working more productive lines of inquiry.

    Ex-Stribber, Tom Hamburger, filed this story for the LA Times. (Here is a good synopses via TPM Muckraker.

    The Strib had the good sense to re-print the Times story — with minimal editing — but couldn’t find a spot for it on 1A.

    Sharp eyed readers here at LTTS jumped on it and filed deliciously acid comments. To wit:

    From “herbtheverb” —

    “So, just to rub salt in the wound (like they care), who do you guess wrote the story? Why it would be L.A. Times staff writer Tom Hamburger of course! You know, the guy who was one of the top political reporters around these here parts, once employed by the Strib locally, then as Washington correspondent…..

    Wait though! It gets even better since these were events that happened in 2004 and THAT’S THREE YEARS AGO FOLKS! So even now, our wonderfully competitive LOCAL papers can’t unearth potential voter discrimination by LOCAL officials against LOCAL citizens and needs ex-local reporters employed by a west-coast paper to inform their “customers”.

    There are even more juicy tidbits there about Paulouse, about how they sought to keep it out of the papers of the time (no worrys, mate, just don’t talk about it in a Maple Grove zoning board meeting), and read carefully about the how/why the story was caught now (i.e. Monica Goodling angle).

    Suburban H.S. sports coverage indeed: mission accomplished. The prosecution, uh….. rests…. “

    Then, from “Not Pleased With Strib Cutbacks” —

    “Tom Hamburger, a former Strib D.C. bureau reporter, finally does the digging his former paper has been incapable or unwilling of doing on the resignation of Tom Heffelfinger and how it fits into the overall picture of Karl Rove’s politicization of U.S. Attorneys.

    This story is the reason why the Strib and the PiPress need strong and well-staffed Washington D.C. bureaus now more than ever.”

    On that last note, the Strib did announce yesterday that it is bringing Kevin Diaz back to its DC bureau. Diaz was basically insulted with a salary cut when Avista took over from McClatchy, so he stayed with McClatchy — which has done excellent work on the US Attorneys scandal — SOME of which has been picked up by the Strib.

    Nancy Barnes, editor and Sr VP for News had this to say in making the announcement, “As our chief correspondent, Kevin will be responsible for covering our delegation, as well as major state and regional issues before Congress, such as the farm bill. We expect him to be instrumental in covering the upcoming Senate race, and the Republican convention headed our way.

    “Kevin will be joined in Washington by an intern: Jake Sherman, a senior from George Washington University and editor-in-chief of the campus newspaper. He has interned at the Washington Post, the Journal News in White Plains, NY, the office of Rep. Christopher Shay, CNN’s Crossfire, and the Stamford Advocate. He will intern with us from June 18-Aug. 31.

    “They will report to Doug Tice. For those of you interested in the details: We have rented space in the Scripps Howard newsroom, effective June 18, since we lost our own bureau space in the McClatchy sale.”

    Diaz and an intern. Well, considering the alternatives everywhere else in StribVille these days, how can I complain?

    (Messages to Diaz’ voice and e-mail got the response that he is “away” until next Monday.)

  • Strib Guild Looks at Age Discrimination Action

    The Star Tribune Guild convened a 10:30 meeting this morning to look at a pattern of age discrimination in the reassignments cooked up editors for the paper’s owner, Avista Capital Partners. Speaking on background one Guild officer said that by their count “only three or four” of the [30-40] reporters told they are being reassigned, “are under the age of 35”.

    It is generally considered “paranoid” or “cynical” to read individualized, strategic intent in these reassignment frenzies. But when, as the same Guild source points out, the percentage of reassignees is so heavily skewed to older writers AND they are notified of their reassignment only days/hours before they have to decide to accept a buy-out and leave the paper, you really aren’t left with many credible explanations other than that this is the latest exercise in the tried-and-true corporate “right-sizing” template of — let’s describe it the way it smells — — insulting/threatening a veteran reporter with a switch to a beat usually covered by a summer intern, if at all.

    There are specific examples all over the place, but when you get to Neal Gendler, a 60-something with a heart condition being reassigned to the OVERNIGHT copy-editing desk, you’re not even getting points for subtlety. (CORRECTION: I’ve since been told that Gendler’s reassignment is not as a copy desk editor, but as a general assignment reporter, from 10 pm to 7 am. In other words, police chase and flaming wreck with shoot out at 3 AM … Gendler’s your man.)

    The Guild also has a problem with the peculiar sequencing of the reassignment/buy-out deadline process devised by the Star Tribune. As I asked wrote yesterday, how else can you explain managing editors spending so much time re-mapping their employee universe BEFORE knowing for certain who they will have to work with, other than as a not too subtle and yes, fairly cynical process for “encouraging” those they most want out of the building to pack up and go?

    It may be technically legal, but it runs contrary to the spirit of journalism, where your agendas, if you have them, are supposed to be plainly disclosed.

    Whether the Guild alone can get any traction on the age discrimination issue remains to be seen. I happen to believe they should pursue aggressive outside counsel if only to squeeze Avista for a fatter, longer-term health benefits package. But that’s me and it wouldn’t be my money.

  • Everything Screams Summer

    BOOKS & AUTHORS
    Never End a Title in a Preposition

    Lorsung.jpgIf you’ve read our July issue already, then you already know that local poet Éireann Lorsung is helping Ben Weaver light “a fire to burn things back to pure.” In fact, he liked her poetry so much the first time he read it, that he invited her to read before his show. Poetry before a rock show — now that I like. Looking for a little inspiration of your own? Perhaps you could benefit from a little bit of Lorsung lyrics. OK, poetry, poetry. She’ll be reading this evening from her recent book, Music for Landing Planes By. See? I told you it was music.

    7 p.m., Tea Garden, 2601 Hennepin Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-377-1700.

    Read an excerpt of Music for Landing Planes By.

    ART
    Where One Saddle Ends, Another Begins

    pressreleasephotos001.jpgAs long as I’m starting out with references to our July issue, I might as well mention a couple bike-related art shows — one closing and another opening. Oooo, it’s like a cycle, a cycle-related cycle. Make a night out of that one, baby! Start out with Wisconsin artist Gregg Rochester’s The Art of the Bicycle at Gallery 122. It’s the last day, so don’t delay. While Rochester is best known for his Grant Woodesque landscapes that seem to be channeling Russell Chatham, this show highlights his passion for bicycling.

    1 – 5 p.m., Gallery 122, Hang It, International Market Square Ste 290, Minneapolis; 612-204-9282.

    Say goodbye to Rochester and welcome in Bike Art II at Altered Esthetics. More than 40 artists celebrate the bicycle with over 100 sculptures, prints, photographs, paintings, comics, and interactive art. See it tonight, or stop in tomorrow from 7 to 9 p.m. for the opening reception.

    1 – 7 p.m., Altered Esthetics Gallery 1224 Quincy Ave., Minneapolis; 612-378-8888.

    FILM
    Two Great Documentaries, and One Goofy Flick

    bgb07_logo_380.jpgFor the past two years, the B-Girl Be Summit has been celebrating women in hip-hop. If you haven’t attended over the past couple of years, be sure to do so this year at the end of the month. For a little taste of years gone by, stop into Intermedia Arts tonight for the B-Girl Be 2006 movie premiere. Watch the two-hour documentary (twice if you want), and get your own copy of the DVD for only $20. Proceeds will go to support this year’s summit.

    7 p.m. and 9 p.m., Intermedia Arts, 2822 Lyndale Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-871-4444; $7 ($5 youth).

    sm.amsterdam4.jpgPerhaps we’re running out of topics for films. Or maybe, just maybe, the millions of print messages with which we’re bombarded every day have some kind of cultural significance beyond the sale of the latest fashions. Helvetica is a film about a typeface. That’s right. And a damn fine typeface it is. “Since millions of people see and use Helvetica every day, I guess I just wondered, ‘Why?’” says filmmaker Gary Hustwit. “How did a typeface drawn by a little-known Swiss designer in 1957 become one of the most popular ways for us to communicate our words 50 years later? And what are the repercussions of that popularity? Has it resulted in the globalization of our visual culture? Does a storefront today look the same in Minneapolis, Melbourne, and Munich?” The result is an exploration of not just a widely used typeface, but one of those rare cinematic occasions to see and hear some of today’s most illustrious graphic designers and typographers. A discussion with the director follows the first screening, and he’ll introduce the second.

    7 p.m. and 9:30 p.m., Walker Art Center Cinema, 1750 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-375-7600; $8 ($6 Walker/AIGA members, students).

    Prefer a silly flick with a few good laughs? Tonight is the second film of the 1,2,3 Movie Series at The Soap FactoryGroundhog Day. It’s no masterpiece by any means, but Bill Murray is always great, and let’s face it — we’re generally suckers for romantic fantasies. Besides, don’t forget; these movies are all screened on the back wall of the Soap Factory, in open air. (If it’s cold or raining, the movie will be shown in the gallery.)

    9:15 p.m., The Soap Factory, 518 2nd Street SE, Loading Dock, Minneapolis; 612.623.9176; free.

    MUSIC
    Summer Music and Things Less Common

    1432749448_m.jpgWe’re going to be seeing a lot of summer music series starting next week. June is just about here, and summer is really upon us. Well, at least the forecasts don’t have us dropping past 55 any time soon. Celebrate the summer with the first live, local concert of the Galleria Summer Music Sampler series. (As if we didn’t have enough ways to celebrate the summer! Oh well, we can always use another.) The series will feature different music every Thursday, at rotating Galleria restaurants.
    Join Tim Mahoney this evening as kicks off the summer at Crave, Galleria’s newest restaurant.

    6 p.m., Crave, Galleria, corner of 69th Street and France Ave., Edina; 952-697-6000; free.

    You don’t have to go back to the Middle Ages to find some decent lute playing. How about that! Thursday at the Lute Cafe features the very best of local and regional Early Music lutenists performing in a casual, acoustically friendly environment. Tonight’s show features series co-founders Richard Griffith and Phillip Rukavina playing a selection of popular solo lute music and duets.

    6:30 p.m., Hillcrest Recreation Center Village View Room, 1978 Ford Parkway, St. Paul; 612-298-5779; free but with a $10 suggested donation.

  • StribWatch: The Cart Before the Horse

    With the clock counting down to Friday’s deadline for accepting Star Tribune management’s buy-out offer, Strib reporters will get a look at the big, new, glossy, reorganized reassignment chart top editors have been fussing over. Word is it will debut sometime today or tomorrow.

    Actually, I don’t know about the “big” or “glossy” parts, but it has struck some as odd that the paper’s supposedly maniacally busy managers have enough disposable time to cook up a reorganization chart, with entirely new assignments for quite a few staffers … BEFORE they have any idea who is actually going to be on their staff after next week.

    It doesn’t seem like an exactly efficient use of executive time.

    Top editors Nancy Barnes and Scott Gillespie have been e-mailed questions about this, and I’ll dutifully plug them in when and if they respond.

    Until then the suspicion further souring the anxious atmosphere of the place is that the pre-buy-out reassignment chart is another not too subtle tool for pushing “targeted” employees off the company dime.

    For example, if Employee “A” has never been one of your favorites, but you’re getting the feeling he may linger, you re-assign him to the all-important Bloomington Planning Commission/graveyard of marginalized reporters. Employee “A” — who may be a career-long screw up or just someone you’ve never particularly cared for — sees the big, glossy chart getting pinned to the newsroom wall, trips over a half dozen corpse-like colleagues to search for his name, finds it inked in next to “Bloomington”, says, “Screw this” and signs up for the buy-out.

    Mission accomplished, if you’re the diabolical manager.

    This attrition technique has not exactly been invented by today’s Strib managers. And it always has the dark beauty of keeping your fingerprints off an old-fashion whacking without cause.

    Presumably the official explanation is that today or tomorrow’s list is all for the service of the employees, offering them “guidance” and “clarity” as they make their decision.

    Riight.

    Whatever it is, another newer, bigger and glossier reassignment list will have to get whipped together after management gets a load of who actually takes the bait/hint and who doesn’t.

  • King Fish

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    Gaelic mythology tells of a hero known for his amazing perception. As a young lad, he was ordered by his master to cook a magical salmon which would impart all the world’s knowledge to its eater. During preparation, the young hero burned his finger on the fish. Quickly putting the sore finger in his mouth, he unknowingly swallowed a scale from the salmon skin, passing some of the fish’s power onto him.

    I can’t say I’m smarter from the salmon I ate last night, but I am happier. There is some great salmon out there right now, Alaskan King (aka Chinook) and Copper River Sockeye are two of my favorites.

    For the first time last week, I had some ivory King Salmon. The white fleshed fish is a bit of a prize, you won’t know it’s an ivory fish until you cut into it. I first ate it sashimi style: sliced and raw, the pale flesh carried a slightly rosy hue and was unbelievably soft and delicate. I also had it simply broiled with a dusting of seasoning: the firm yet flaky flesh was luminous and the flavor was so subtle, so cleanly oceanic.

    last night’s dinner
    (the hub’s 40th birthday)
    herbed bamboo rice
    zucchini/asparagus with leeks and basil
    ciabatta
    Alaskan King salmon
    … When buying filets, ask for the bones and the skin to be removed. Treating the fish simply is best, in my mind. And I also like it medium to medium rare. I set the filets on a rimmed baking sheet and brushed them with olive oil, Maldon sea salt and a little black pepper. In a pre-heated 425 oven, the two 8oz. pieces sat for about 20 minutes and came out perfectly medium.

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    Speaking of inexpensive road trip wines: We stopped in Chamberlain, SD, last night and went to Casey’s — a quirky little hybrid diner/drugstore/wine shop on the banks of the Missouri River — where we picked up a bottle of Prosperity Red – Cabernet Sauvignon for $10.99. This is *not* a complex wine. But it’s big and fruity and cheerful, full of cherry and youthfully sweet for a Cab. Utterly drinkable, it rounds out with air and has a poignant, Steinbeckian label, featuring a farmer who looks like Tom Joad might have if the Dust Bowl hadn’t rolled in. Take a look, at the Prosperity Wines website. 13% alcohol