Author: rakemag

  • Alaska

    The hardiest breed of Minnesotan can’t get enough snow, even in summer. That’s why Kami Brueshaber and Jason Aide of Minneapolis chased winter all the way to Talkeetna, Alaska, a “teeny town in the shadows of Mount McKinley,” wrote Brueshaber. She added: “Everyone there has a real laid-back attitude. Don’t expect much to be happenin’ before 11 a.m.”

    As exciting as a visit to the towering mountain might be, the pair also took care to peruse a favorite reminder of their flatland home. What other publication besides The Rake could entice them to expose their hands—ungloved, mind you—to the chill air?

    Kami Brueshaber

  • The Forgotten Ones

    I just read your August issue about the autistic teenager and the “violent, unpredictable man” that those pills turned him into [“Crazy”]. I am not writing to make any kind of stand on medicating autistic or ADHD kids. To be honest, I’m not really a fan of pills for kids (other then those that are seriously, medically needed). But sometimes they are needed, and often they are helpful.

    I want to say that most of the stories I read and the things that I see on TV are about high-functioning autistic children. Sometimes I feel that children like my son just disappear. Maybe they don’t look good on film? I know that trying to interview him would drive a journalist insane. He’s ten, but he has only one word and he only uses it when he’s with me. That word is mamamama. I think it’s a word. (I understood when he was maybe five that he’d probably never be able to tell me that he loved me. I’ll take that mamamama, even when it comes with a bite or a pinch.)

    All the focus on the kids at the high end of the autistic spectrum makes me wonder if there are no other kids like my angel. (But I know that’s not the case.)

    You did a story about a higher-level functioning autistic child. Please, can you do one about a child like mine—a ten-year-old with a two-year-old’s mind? One out of every 150 children is now being diagnosed with some level of autism. This is becoming a huge thing. At least some of those children will be like mine. And when their parents die, who’s going to be taking care of them?

    Karen Johnson, St. Paul

  • A Diagnosis of Misdiagnosis

    I was saddened to read Ms. Bauer’s article, and am somewhat relieved that in this instance most of the effects of misdiagnoses and poor management appear to be temporary. I am one of the psychiatrists who was featured in Gardiner Harris’s New York Times article [“After Sanctions, Doctors Get Drug Company Pay,” New York Times, June 3, 2007] referenced by Ms. Bauer.

    As I review her story, the major problems that I see in her son’s care are the failure to attribute his changing “symptoms” to the antidepressant, and the subsequent misdiagnosis of the changes as a spontaneous psychosis, hence the addition of the neuroleptics (antipsychotics). I doubt that pharmaceutical company influence led to the antidepressant prescription or to the addition of an antipsychotic when the clinical picture changed. I do feel that failure to see a pattern of side effects was a major problem.

    Much of the money paid by pharmaceutical companies to physicians is for pharmaceutical-sponsored educational programs. Much of this is about illness recognition and how to make a correct diagnosis, and is often “unbranded” (in many talks specific medication brands are not mentioned). Paradoxically, pharmaceutical company-sponsored education for health care professionals hopefully will decrease the frequency of similar disasters happening to other patients by increasing MDs knowledge about diagnosis, appropriate treatment, and recognition of side effects.

    In this instance, the problem is knowledge, not influence. Mayo Clinic doctors did a fantastic job in this situation, but many MDs who avoid drug company contact end up ten years behind in education about when to use—or avoid—treatments.

    John E. Simon, MD, Minneapolis

  • Correction

    On page 32 of our August issue, we featured a 1995 photo of the Minneapolis band Suicide Commandos, but failed to credit photographer Dan Corrigan. We regret the oversight.

  • Of Busybodies and Taste Buds

    Fogo de Chão [“Meat and Greet,” July] is a frenetic experience, loud, fast, and exciting. It’s not for anyone looking for a quiet evening’s dining experience. I’m surprised Jeremy [Iggers] did not mention the hectic pace.

    Stu Borken, St. Louis Park

  • Deep into the News Hole

    While we in Minnesota were asleep at the bridge, we didn’t notice that people concerned for a free Tibet traveled to China and hung a banner on the Great Wall. These protesters (one of whom was from the Twin Cities) spent 36 hours in detention before being deported. Talk about missing a story. This was news to National Press Canada, The New York Times, Time Magazine, Al Jazeera, CNN, Sidney Hearald, Reuters India, Radio Free Asia, The Toronto Star, The Guardian London, The Channel 4 News UK, The Cambridge Evening News in the UK, The Globe and Mail in Canada, RadioFreeEurope/RadioLiberty in the Czech Republic, The Age in Australia, CBC – The Hour in Canada, London Free Press in Canada, San Diego Union Tribune, Brisbane Times in Australia, International Herald Tribune in France, Montreal Gazette in Canada, Gulf Times in Qatar, Economist in UK, … You get the idea. Not only did the Minnesota press miss an international story with a local connection, so did The Rake.

    Bill Busse, South Saint Paul

  • Milda's Cafe Kudos

    After making a pissy comment about Ann’s Ashland Wi.article I would like to thank her for the wonderful review of Milda’s Cafe. It was one of the best things I have ever read in your webzine. Hats off to a great writer and magazine!

    Dan Collins, Eau Claire, Wisconsin

  • Bridge Collapse Media Source

    Congratulations on your coverage of the tragic bridge collapse. Getting individual stories from local media was insightful.

    However, you missed one of the public’s most important media sources for information on that day. Jazz 88, KBEM, broke this story at 6:10 that night…just a few minutes after the bridge fell and provided vital traffic reports directly from the Minnesota Department of Transportation.

    That day, Susan Spongberg sat in for our regular Afternoon Cruise host Kevin O’Connor and at 6:07 she took a phone call from a panicked driver on the scene who called KBEM with the news.

    At the same time, Don Zenanko, reporting from the Regional Transportation Management Center, watched as the MNDOT camera on the bridge went dark. At 6:10, KBEM went into continuous coverage of the collapse and the traffic affected by it, immediately giving people alternatives to their normal route.

    We stayed with continuous coverage until 8, pre-empting our regular music programming with only two short breaks for weather, news and for Don to catch his breath. Don and Susan handled the situation with calm and common sense, providing virtual on-the-scene coverage. One listener told me: “After listening to KBEM, CNN’s coverage sounded like a joke.”

    The next day, and the rest of the week, we continued to provide our audience with detour routes and valuable information straight from MNDOT.

    Your coverage of the media’s response to the bridge collapse was excellent but incomplete when you failed to acknowledge the role KBEM played in providing the public with the most comprehensive coverage. Thank you for this opportunity to congratulate Susan and Don on their great work on KBEM that day.

    Michele Jansen, KBEM FM Station Manager, Minneapolis

  • John Hock’s Playlist

    Every year, sculptor John Hock invites a couple dozen fellow artists to come and do their thing at Franconia Sculpture Park, the road trip-worthy destination he co-founded near Taylor’s Falls. The sculptors, who range from established names based in far-flung metropolises to student interns from local art schools, sweat it out all summer; come September, there’s a huge day-long party to show off the fruits of their labor.

    As the park’s artistic director, Hock attends to a host of duties besides making his own work, and music accompanies most all of them. Here are the songs that help him get the job, whatever it is, done:

    1. “New York, New York,” Frank Sinatra
    This makes the list for the obvious reasons: nostalgia and loneliness. Eight years in New York City, I was the shit magnet—people getting killed all around me. This was when Times Square was real! Before it became Dizzy World, middle class tourist Mecca. My first year out here (1993) I named my new dog after Frank. I also brought a copy of this song to my local pub, Romayne’s in Taylors Falls, for their jukebox. Frank helps me feel like my feet really grip the earth.

    2. “Is That All There Is?” Peggy Lee
    She makes you want to drink and smoke (the latter I gave up after thirty-four years), and question art and life. Sometimes I play this song for the artist interns at the sculpture park. They don’t get it. Youth is wasted on the wrong people. I still have a vice or two and Peggy makes three.

    3. “Love Duet,” Madama Butterfly, Puccini
    For me, this is (brain) yoga. It gets me all twisted up and sweaty with meditation and concentration (after all, I don’t smoke anymore); it helps me plan the day, make lists, see what will be truly unique today. Or say, “Is that all there is?”

    4. “Stranded in the Jungle,” New York Dolls
    This ditty from the original glam rock band was on the first album, Too Much Too Soon, I ever bought. It was the early ’70s, I was fourteen. My mother thought the Halloween makeup I was wearing was “very interesting”—but it was Easter. This song makes me smile—always has, always will.

    5. “I’m Bored” (and “Tell Me a Story” and“Girls” and etc. etc.), Iggy Pop
    I’m sick of kicks, stiffs, and dips. Load me into a cannon and shoot me into the butt of a rhino. Show me something new. Just don’t bore me.

    6. “Ride of the Valkyries,” Die Walküre, Wagner
    This is music for installing very large sculpture. You’re in Chicago, you’re up at five a.m.; you’re meeting the 120-ton crane at six, three semi trucks are rolling in, you have seven sculptures to install by three p.m. The meter maids and rent-a-cops are all bent out of shape. You show them your permit and drop on this song: Da-da-da-daaa-da.

    7. “No Sleep Till Brooklyn,” Beastie Boys
    The first raucous dance experience for my son Zane was when this number came on 89.3 while we were babysitting each other (he was two at the time). Upon Momma Tasha’s return, she inquired what we had been up to. I said, “Reading books.” Zane said: “Don’t beweeve the hype.”

    8. “Hot Rod,” Peaches
    Really, almost that whole album, The Teaches of Peaches. That’s the way it’s supposed to be: not stuffy, locked up in some museum. Let it all hang out, play the trombone, challenge yourself, try something new.

    9. “Sex Bomb (Baby Yeah!),” Flipper
    This is a lot like Wagner but is about installing (or deconstructing) something else altogether. Go ahead and upset your audience. This was the 1980s: Ronald Reagan, then George Bush. Who wasn’t pissed off? Gritty, aggressive angst. Nowadays I can only listen to it once or twice a year. Baby yeah!

    10. “Jesus Built My Hot Rod,” Ministry and Gibby Haynes (Butthole Surfers)
    When my energy is running low, this masterpiece (sort of like a twenty-first-century rendition of “Hot Rod Lincoln”) is just what the doctor ordered. This song keeps a sculptor’s paradise running on high octane. If things are slowing down, you’re not sure of your newest idea—screw it. Jesus built my hot rod. Try it, you’ll like it.

    Franconia Sculpture Park’s fall arts and music festival takes place on September 15 with live music, dancing, bonfire, and tours of the new location. 29836 St. Croix Trail, Franconia; 651-257-6668.