Author: rakemag

  • Sacred Symbols: 4,000 Years of Ancient American Art

    That there’s more to ancient American art than simple pottery and whittled sticks is wholly evident in the MIA’s impressive collection of early masterpieces. Recently returned from a yearlong tour of French museums, the exhibit highlights 180 artifacts from all across pre-Columbian America, ranging in media from jade to gold to wood to stone. That’s a lot of territory to cover, and Sacred Symbols does its best to school you in the wide range of expression displayed by the Incan, Mayan, and other cultures represented here. Many of the items have particular religious or political significance, but they’re beautiful and complex on their own terms. And the personality on display is striking: the red ceramic statue of a Peruvian nobleman with a stern and staring face, the smiling Mexican dog who might have been the storm god’s pet, the enigmatic (and to us, a little creepy) baby-like figurine made by the Olmec people.
    MIA, 2400 Third Ave. S., (612) 870-3131, www.artsmia.org

  • I Love a Parade's Found Faces Project

    Over the past few years we’ve become big fans of the raw power of outsider art. It might sometimes (all right, often) lack in technical chops, but the work of inspired amateurs can be compelling precisely because their muse doesn’t know all the rules. For four years, the Northeast Minneapolis nonprofit I Love a Parade has been using art as a means to help the chronically homeless learn job skills, get their lives together, and, not incidentally, express themselves. Past projects have included fabric dolls and masks of remarkable grace and sensitivity, but the current exhibition is more personal and in some ways more affecting: Twenty plaster-casted life masks of Parade’s clientele, embellished by the artists themselves or their fellows. Eyes are closed and expressions placid-it’s the result of having to keep still while the mask is cast, but it gives these faces a dreamlike quality, an anchor for the literalized hopes and disappointments etched on their faces like stigmata. Meet the stories behind the faces at an artists’ reception 6-8 p.m. November 1.
    First Congregational Church,
    500 Eighth St. S.E., Minneapolis,
    (612) 706-2740, www.iloveaparade.org

  • 8ight Seasons

    We’ve heard of a meeting of the minds, but what’s about to go down at O’Shaughnessy is a definitive meeting of the feet. In a premiere collaboration, two of the Twin Cities’ big-dog dance companies, Jazzdance and Minnesota Dance Theatre, are joining forces to bring us 8ight Seasons, an ambitious dance party set to the tune of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. Jazzdance will perform last season’s hit, “Las Cuatro Estaciones,” guided by Argentinian composer Astor Piazzolla’s reinterpretation of Vivaldi. Meanwhile, MDT adds their own dash of Argentine flavor with a jazz-and-tango six-dancer piece. It’s spring right now in South America, so this might be a good antidote to autumnal blahs. If any arts community knows the profound effects of season, it’s us, and it’s about time we all saw it in a more poetic light.
    O’Shaughnessy, 2004 Randolph Ave., St. Paul, (651) 690-6700, www.stkate.edu/oshaughnessy

  • Twelfth Night/Othello

    What would Shakespearean theatre be without men in drag? Or jigs danced the way sixteenth-century Tudors might have gotten jiggy with them? The better to show audiences what plays were like when the Bard was in charge, this touring production by London’s Globe Theatre is doing things the old-fashioned way. Besides period costumes and music, that means an all-male cast-which should work pretty well for Twelfth Night, which is at its heart a gender-bending farce in the first place. Meanwhile, Joe Dowling and the hometown Guthrie crew are busily putting together their own touring production-the first national tour by the company in 17 years-of another bit of bardolatry with Othello, featuring longtime Penumbra actor Lester Purry in the lead as the tragically jealous Moor.
    Guthrie, 725 Vineland Pl.; Guthrie Lab,
    700 N. First St., (612) 377-2224,
    www.guthrietheater.org

  • Eye of the Storm Theatre's Slither

    It is usually considered a bad sign when you go to the theater and hear hissing, but in this case it’ll be coming from onstage, not the audience. Playwright Carson Kreitzer’s new work, getting its world premiere in this production by Eye of the Storm, interweaves the stories of four women throughout history who all share a connection with snakes. Eve, a Cretan snake princess, a carny snake dancer, and a snake-handling minister take us through the human fascination with serpents, and woman’s link with these creatures, for good and evil. After an outstanding 12-year history, this will be the last go-round for Eye of the Storm, as director and creative force Casey Stangl moves on to other pastures. That’s the kind of news that stings sharper than a serpent’s tooth. Theater Garage, 711 W. Franklin Ave. (612) 343-3390, www.ticketworks.com

  • Rice Paper Asian Fusion Restaurant

    The coolest thing about the place is the secret door to the kitchen hidden in the bamboo mural on the back wall. But there’s a lot to like about this cozy green eatery a stone’s throw from Wild Rumpus bookstore in Linden Hills. (Note: Please do not throw stones at Wild Rumpus.) For instance, the spring rolls-fresh and crisp with a Thai-basil kick and served with a sweet peanut sauce. The menu isn’t huge-a dozen entrees, roughly, but it ranges through Thai, Vietnamese, and Chinese offerings and doesn’t shy away from the unexpected. Next time we return-soon, probably-we’ll put in another order for the tamarind rice trio, a sweet-and-sour chicken dish with three scoops of rice topped with green-onion oil, coconut, and a reprise of that fine peanut sauce. Also good, if a bit less immediately appealing, is the bo la lot-beef rolls wrapped in grape-like la lot leaves, with mint and coriander to add a couple of extra layers of flavor. It’s also a nice touch to have a few unusual soft-drink choices-such as the surprisingly mild Ginseng-Up, like an orange cream soda, and the intriguingly named Soursop Juice.

  • Letter of the Month

    I have been won over by Al Franken a little bit lately because of an interview he did on Michael Medved’s conservative talk-radio show and the Rake interview [“Al Franken Is a Big Fat Genius,” October]. Nevertheless, I think the Democratic Party is a lot like the Rake’s article: confusing and broken up! It’s heartening to see that Al has taken a more moderate tone by saying that there are good people on the other side. I believe this is a new approach for Democrats, to try to be more inclusive. Within that context I’m glad there’s a Rush Limbaugh in the world to put an integrity check on Democrats. It’s ironic that Al pointed to “conservative” media in a medium that makes no bones about being liberal. I think this is because liberals honestly believe that they are objective and don’t recognize their own bias. Also, it was humorous to see Al try to spin the Wellstone memorial in the same way that Limbaugh did by taking the best-case scenario for their particular agenda. I don’t think I was alone when I was heartbroken after Wellstone’s death and was listening to MPR and got sick to my stomach by all the propaganda being propagated at that ceremony. I had to shut the damn radio off. No one can try to tell me that that was only because of the “vast right-wing conspiracy” that I felt that way!
    P.S. Al, I would love to listen to you on the radio when you get there!
    Bradley Nesseth
    Minneapolis

  • Dude, Where’s my Trail?

    Your piece about the Paul Bunyan Trail [Good Intentions, October] overlooked something. Perhaps the State of Minnesota ignored the fact that railroad rights-of-way fit into many different categories ranging from outright ownership to easements for railroad use. Perhaps it wasn’t overlooked, and the decision was to take a chance. If the latter, it was bound to blow up some time. I’ve been a licensed attorney, specializing in real estate law, for fifty years. Since retirement, I’ve lectured to lawyers and surveyors on the ins and outs of the law relating to railroad rights-of-way and public streets. One element I’ve always stressed is that everything depends on how they were created. You’ve got to know the facts. The results of the state trail case have been widely quoted, but not the underlying facts. I’m waiting to read the court of Appeals decision. There is a decision relating to a similar trail in Washington County in which it was decided that the right-of-way was really for “transportation purposes.” I’m sure the state must have argued this decision, but the Court of Appeals decided that it didn’t apply. I suspect that the evidence may have shown that the right-of-way had been abandoned for some time before it was incorporated into the trail system. If so, both the U.S. Constitution and Minnesota’s Constitution require that the underlying owners must be compensated.
    Charles L. Horn
    Bloomington

  • Frankenly Speaking

    Al Franken and Rush Limbaugh are two sides to the same coin. I remember these wacky feuds from my childhood. My brother and I would accuse each other of lies, deceit, and manipulation. Like most parents, mine were wise to our claims. We never could sway parental opinion, and gave up trying at about age 10. What childish notion is it that makes Franken think he has discovered something significant about the evil opposition? Just like Limbaugh, Franken is not swaying my opinion. They can continue bleating to their own herds of sheep.
    Peter Kind
    St. Paul

    I liked the Franken interview, despite myself. As a spokesman for the Squishy Left wing of the Democratic Party, Franken’s awfully good, and always entertaining, and he’s best when he’s debunking factual inaccuracies of right-wingers. Of course, to Franken, a right-wing commentator or politician can’t be simply wrong on a matter of fact; they’re lying liars telling lying lies—Franken uses the word “lie” more often than Paul Simon does in the chorus of “The Boxer.” And, sure enough, Franken himself doesn’t lie. His claims about the overreaching of some critics of the Paul Wellstone memorial/campaign rally are utterly true, if incomplete. Sarah Janecek did misunderstand the “applause” captions on the Jumbotron as a deliberate, scripted incitement to the crowd, rather than the accidental one it was. Rush Limbaugh did devote his next day’s show to the rally. It’s what he leaves out and minimizes that misleads. Franken suggests that the outrage only started when it was hyped up by right-wingers. No, it started immediately, during the rally. Wellstone’s campaign manager almost immediately—apparently without needing to get his instructions from Rush Limbaugh—apologized for the turn that the memorial took. Didn’t Franken notice that? He does have a point, though. Given the nature of Wellstone’s politics, it was almost inevitable that there would be elements of a rally in what was billed as a memorial service. Which made it even more important that those who wanted to have this remain a memorial take steps to do so. They didn’t.
    Joel Rosenberg
    Minneapolis

  • Custody: Are the Kids Alright?

    If we want to blame someone for divorce, let’s blame the instigator and his or her attorney. I have a word of warning: The more you fight, the bigger the chance that the winner will be the attorney, who ultimately gets the money. The sad part about my recent divorce is that because of this ridiculous and long fight in court, we wasted a lot of money that could have been better spent on our kid’s needs. Money that could have been used for the kid’s education, or medical emergencies, or even to help the ex-spouse (especially if a stay-at-home parent) go back to school or rebuild a career, because that is what really makes sense. A divorce doesn’t have to be ugly and cut-throat on top of being a source of pain for everyone. Because this way everybody wins, especially the kids. The goal should be the well-being of the child, even if that means giving up on fighting for child custody. Your children know who loves them, and if you stay involved and keep on being a good parent, no court paper can take away your child’s love.
    Name withheld by request

    As an attorney who has practiced family law for twenty years, I agreed with the majority of Jeannine Ouellette’s article describing the marriage dissolution process in Minnesota [“Dealing From the Bottom,” September]. If our legislature had intentionally set out to create a system producing inequitable, shortsighted results inflicting the maximum degree of harm on children, it succeeded. Ouellette correctly noted that many dissolution statutes are the result of efforts by gender-based advocacy groups to advance their agenda with little thought to the children whose lives will be directly affected by the legislation. However, she perpetuated a troublesome stereotype by reprinting the claim of an unidentified attorney that while many fathers ask for joint physical custody of their children “only ten percent really want it” and, for most fathers, joint physical custody is simply a ploy to reduce child support. My experience is precisely the opposite. What most fathers object to is a legal system that ignores and devalues a father’s relationship with his children. The litigation system in our country uses an adversarial model—each side fights to “win.” This makes little sense when the custody of children is at stake. Assuming one parent should have “primary” custody of the children means the noncustodial parent’s status is diminished and rendered less meaningful. When a father sees his children on alternating weekends, he cannot function as a parent—he is more akin to an uncle. It is children who suffer as the result of this diminished role.
    The Minnesota guidelines effectively assume the custodial parent has no economic responsibility for the child. This may be plausible for an unwed mother receiving public assistance but is dubious when a marriage ends. As a practical matter there is little difference in actual childcare costs between a custodial mother and noncustodial father. In this context the child support guidelines are simply a naked transfer of funds from one parent to another and have no relationship to the child’s actual needs.
    Glenn P. Bruder
    Edina