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  • Par to Strib Editorial Page: Less National. More Local.

    The gist of a recent meeting Star Tribune publisher Par Ridder had with what is left of his editorial page was essentially this, (not a direct quote), “Readers get enough opinion about national issues in other places, they don’t need it from us.”

    Said one Op-Eddie, “His message, basically, was to write with more of an eye on the marketplace, and he sees that marketplace as being less interested in national issues, like Iraq, Scooter Libby, the U.S. attorneys story, than local issues. Essentially its another step in the transition from treating readers like citizens to treating them like customers.”

    Another emphasized that Ridder wasn’t issuing a dictum, nor was there any sense that punitive action would be taken if the staff continued offering opinions on Presidential commutations, (which they did the next day), the success of the surge, the role of Dick Cheney or whatever. The pitch was rather another facet of Ridder’s “Business Literacy” shtick, which, as he has explained to staffs at both the Pioneer Press and the Star Tribune, requires gathering the types of stories and reporting them in ways most appealing to customers, which means of course both readers and advertisers.

    To anyone outside of journalism this sounds profoundly obvious. If you’re selling cars, lay on the chrome! Hype the MP3 gizmos! Give the people what they want, stupid! But customizing news to fit the tastes of the target market has not been the traditional role of big daily newspapers. Yeah, there’s all that sports coverage and funny pages and weather forecasts and TV review stuff. But the essential news end of the paper — of which the Op-Ed pages are an important facet — are supposed to be about telling people (citizens) what they need to know, whether it pleases them or not.

    The most obvious example of playing to your customers and giving them exactly what they want to consume is of course Fox News, where every viewer truly is a customer. None of the Strib Op-Ed team with whom I communicated regarded Ridder’s “suggestion” as having any particular ideological tilt. Rather, it was strictly business. But that still isn’t much different than orchestrating a bread and circuses cable channel.

    One of the two occasions I had the good fortune to listen to Mr. Ridder up close — prior to his court appearances, I mean — was a “Business Literacy”-Lite gathering he held for the staff of the Pioneer Press A&E section back in 2004. At one point he explained how he believed it was a good idea to steer the Pioneer Press Op-Ed page into “a conservative alternative to the Star Tribune”. This, as I understood it, made good business sense (to him) as the Pioneer Press trimmed staff and budgets and re-directed its meager resources toward more conservative suburban readers.

    I was reminded of this strategy when I learned that as part of pulling away from editorializing on national issues, Par was explicit, I’m told, in seeing no good reason for the Star Tribune to continue making presidential endorsements. (For the record, Par’s “conservative alternate” editorial board at the Pioneer Press famously endorsed … George W. Bush for reelection later in 2004.) And why is is it so damned hard to find that classic on the web today?

    Pulling back on local opinions on national issues would have, I can argue, the effect, de facto, of relieving public pressure on the Bush administration which at this moment in its term is under near constant siege as a result of an unprecedented set of blunders and scandals.

    I’m sure the White House would be pleased to learn that the largest media voice in the Upper Midwest was taking itself out of the Scooter/Dick/Alberto/Iraq/Attorneys/Halliburton/Climate Change/Katrina/Rummy game and devoting itself instead to issues of more local interest like, nickel a gallon gas taxes, light rail, and “cat-beheadings”, as one Stribber suggested.

    The dilemma, as actual journalists see it, (in contrast to Par Ridder, newspaper manager extraordinaire), is that reducing the number of editorials on national issues of very high interest — Iraq, Libby, etc. — would just as likely have the effect of giving avid newspaper readers (citizens) another reason to ignore the local paper in favor of the New York Times, the Wall Street Journal or — for you righties, the always satisfying NewsMax.

  • Broken English

    by Eeva-Liisa Waaraniemi

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    Do you ever finish watching a movie and wish you could see the beginning again because now you “know” the characters and so you think if you could see them again, it would be more meaningful somehow? Broken English is one of those movies. It starts with close-ups of Nora (Parker Posey), an unhappy young woman, anxiously yet unenthusiastically dressing up for a friend’s wedding anniversary party. By the end, you’re rooting for this woman whose discontent and frailties have become familiar. According to “real” reviewers (which I am not [editor remarks about the joyous dangers of self-deprecation]), and comments from a layman or two around me, the film is based on a very cliché premise: someone unlucky in love gives up on ever finding it, and then… something unexpected happens. This is why, generally lacking cynical judgment, I approached the movie with lukewarm expectations. But I walked out of the theater quite pleased, concurring with my friend that we’d seen a pretty good movie — and I’d say low expectations doesn’t completely account for that appreciation. The movie is actually quite full of clichés, but you know what? Most of the time, it works. Posey portrays Nora perfectly. Julien, the French love interest, comes off goofy and annoying at first, but by the end of the movie has women melting in their seats for what seems a smolderingly perfect male specimen. By the way, all the French (from Julien to strangers on the street) are extremely well-adjusted, often sharing life lessons with the messed-up, confused Americans — another cliché, yet not ad nauseum.

  • More Bad News From Your Doctor

    I know you’ll find this incredible, but it seems that the last several presidents have tried to keep their Surgeons General quiet about politically sensitive scientific and medical issues.

    From Reagan trying to silence Koop about AIDS to Clinton being sensitive about the news that needle exchange programs were actually working to limit disease, presidents have been reluctant to give the people the facts and let politics fall where they may.

    Of course, it’s no big surprise that the main offender is the current occupant of the White House.

    Aside from trying to muzzle former SG Richard Carmona about tobacco and stem cell research, the Bushies also faulted him for attending–get this–the Special Olympics.

    Why? Because the Special Olympics have been supported for a long time by a “certain” family. And you know that, no matter how wonderful the cause, if the Kennedy family supports it, it must be wrong.

  • Automobile as Olive Branch

    (pics to go here: when I fix them.)
    Automachina, Museo, che piu bellezza?

    A wise man pointed something out to me the other day. People talk about cars, particularly when they are their own.

    Much like we cannot choose our children (if we choose to have them) sometimes certain cars choose us. I truly feel the Maserati is still calling me and yet it will not be mine. Someone else’s name is on this car and he believe he goes by the name of Myron Kunin.

    Mr. Kunin, you see, can understand this car. He owns one of the more significant private collections of modern art in the county. In this capacity Mr. Kunin is the company of another Minneapolis area mogul Ralph Burnett. Mr Burnett also owns an a substantial and signifcant collection of modern art (particularly Damien Hirst) on display at Chambers Hotel (still a secret somewhat, why?).

    Now, Mr. K and Mr. B may not share the same opinons on anything. Because they are both avid modern art collectors, they have likely competed fiercely with the likes of Dolly Fitterman here locally over a certain piece. Who knows?

    They both understand art however, and that is what the Maserati is. It moves the soul as well as the person. It was mine for a day and I could not stop talking about it. I even talked to people who seemed different than me. Like the pint-sized Edina mom with her blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail lost in a living room called “Escalade.”

    That is why if Myron pulled into Ralph’s hotel in the blue Maserati both would be speechless. The car is undeinably gorgeous. It exists somewhere beyond the petty squabbles of busines, politics and art. And, incidentially, it looks fabulous in front of a museum (as you soon see when I upload the pictures.)

    This is the kind of car that can create peace between moguls.

    So buy it, Mr. Kunin.

    Or Dolly gets the car.

  • Dance, Laugh, Cry, and You're Good to Go

    MUSIC
    Afternoon Pace-Setting

    Axis.jpgWhatever you choose to do this evening, you should try to make it over to the Northrop lawn again at noon today for their outdoor concert. Axis Mundi’s contemporary blend of world-beat acoustic guitar, percussion, violin, bass, and drums is sure to set just the right pace to keep you going the rest of the day and into the night.

    Noon – 1 p.m., Northrop Plaza, 84 Church St. S.E., Minneapolis; 612-624-2345; free.

    Now begin the evening’s options. Still haven’t gotten your fill of music? If you didn’t go see Roomful of Blues last night, you have another chance this evening. Head for the Dakota, and have yourself a nice Red Angus Tenderloin while you’re there.

    Otherwise, choose between hip hop and folk. (Try the more uncharacteristic one, perhaps.)

    Soul-Stirring Sonics

    slum-village-PICS.jpgSlum Village is back in town this evening with an all-star cast of veteran performers. Step out for a host of performances by Truthmaze, Buss One, Slug (of Atmosphere), I Self Devine, Muja Messiah, Mazta I, Maria Isa, and Slim (of Guardians of Balance), among others. The evening will kick off with a tribute to the recently departed Jay Dee, followed by a B-Boy exhibition, along with opening performances.

    4:30 p.m., Trocadero’s Nightclub, 107 3rd Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612-465-0440.

    What I can’t figure out are the rumors that human rights attorney Jim Cohen will will announce his Senate candidacy at Trocadero’s at 6 p.m. Certainly he’s not doing this between Slum Village sets.

    Flat Cap Folk

    Coza.jpgI’ll refrain form lauding Charlie Parr once again. Suffice it to say, he’s playing at the 331 Club tonight and, as usual, shouldn’t be missed. Parr’s performance this evening will even be followed up by another local jewel, singer-songwriter Chris Koza. You could be in store for a very folky evening. Grab your flat cap and get your quirk on.

    7 p.m., 331 Club, 331 Northeast 13th Ave. (corner of 13th & University), Minneapolis; 612-331-1746.

    COMEDY
    Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack

    marymack copy.jpgA blissful evening is only a laugh away. Spend the evening with the winner of the 2005 California Funniest Female contest: Mary Mack. With a mandolin in hand, and a unique background ranging from schoolteacher to polka band leader, Mary will fill your evening with her own particular brand of musical folk comedy.

    8 p.m., Acme Comedy Club, 708 N. First St., Minneapolis; 612-338-6393; $15, with dinner $27.

    FILM
    Surreal Slapstick Satire

    pompoko1.jpgJapanese animated film always seems to pack it all in: comedy, tragedy, social commentary, satire, you name it — all dressed up in a seemingly childlike tale of animals and otherworldly beings. Pom Poko, screening tonight as part of the Summer Asian Film Series, is no exception. Isao Takahata’s film tells the story of a group of animals attempting to hold back the tide of human progress, and an indigenous population taken from their own land. Shape shifting badgers are the heroes in this story, as they strive to save their land.

    7 p.m., Room 155, Nicholson Hall, 216 Pillsbury Dr. S.E., Minneapolis; 612-626-5054; free.

  • Diner beware

    For those who aren’t into speed-clogging their arteries, I want to make it clear that poutine is, literally, a dish that takes French fries, tops them with cheese curds, and finishes them off with a ladle full of gravy. I swear, I am not making this up. Please see my colleague Jeremy Iggers’ entry on Harry’s Food & Cocktails below. And note that Steven Brown is the chef who once gave me a tour of the kitchen at Levain and insisted I take a sprig of just-picked microgreen and savor it, so I would know how good food is supposed to taste.

  • Flagrant, Reckless Clear Channel Speculation

    The day after Clear Channel whacked President and 20-plus year top dog, Mick Anselmo, most of the inside-industry talk around town turned to the crude and rude way they did it … and then quickly segued into what this shake-out means for the seven Clear Channel stations immediately and the Twin Cities radio market in the near term future.

    First, the rude part. How pissed off does Clear Channel have to be to drop a guy into a city on a Monday morning and fire a long-term, heretofore successful/reliable/loyal manager … by phone? Anselmo has been quoted elsewhere saying he was taken by surprise. Supposedly he was fishing up north. Well, maybe. Anyone who knows Anselmo knows he’s canny in the extreme and not at all above concocting a self-serving web for a predator to tangle in. So, knowing the hammer was coming down Anselmo may have just decided to stay out on his boat and make Clear Channel corporate look like clods — never a difficult thing to do — by leaving them no option other than to can him long-distance, without proper opportunity for him to say farewell to his troops and bobos.

    At any rate, his peers around the market (off-record) regard the treatment he got as extraordinarily tacky. “I don’t care if he didn’t hit his numbers or whatever the reason. That is no way to treat someone who has given you that many years of service,” said one rival.

    None of them, interestingly enough, think Anselmo will be out of work for long. The guy is very well connected to the national country music scene, knows Minnesota sports broadcast rights negotiations inside and out and, knowing what he knows about how Clear Channel can and will react to competition, he would be invaluable to any local radio group looking to exploit Clear Channel’s latest round of cost-cutting.

    The most logical landing pad for Anselmo to land — after his non-compete expires, (and unlike Par Ridder he won’t be calling a rich daddy for advice on how to get out of one) — is the local CBS group — WCCO-AM, WLTE-FM and “Jack” FM. The Good Neighbor is long overdue for an infusion of direction and energy and, as a couple Clear Channel rivals pointed out, with all of Anselmo’s country music connections, it’d be a no-brainer for him to “blow-up” “Jack”, (radio jargon for “change formats”) and go head to head with one of Clear Channel’s premier cash machines, K102. He might even try slipping K102’s programming architect, Gregg Swedberg, out a side door when no one was looking.

    Meanwhile, Anselmo leaves behind at least two sad sack stations out of the seven he ran. First is KTLK, the hard-right talk station, (where I worked briefly, until they realized they had a total whack-job, blithering lefty on their hands and tossed me out the door), and KOOL 108, the so-called “oldies” station.

    As I’ve collected the thinking of best available minds over the last 24 hours, the emerging consensus is that KOOL 108’s problems are still in the “tweakable” range. Fuss with the damned playlist until you find the right number of aging Luddites who don’t own an iPod and think 25 minutes of commercials every hour is normal, fine and unavoidable.

    KTLK is a whole different beast, and some think, key to Anselmo’s firing. While the idea of FM talk came out of Clear Channel corporate, (the idea’s parent is long gone and FM talk has few supporters inside Clear Channel corporate anymore), it was Anselmo who assembled the talent For KTLK, (or in my case, “lack thereof”), most specifically a very, VERY big annual pay check for Jason Lewis, which by any standard other than Anselmo’s and Lewis’s has not paid off in either ratings or revenue. The station continues to flounder despite, as I’ve said before, the aggregation of the biggest names in wing nut talk — Limbaugh, Hannity, etc. — and an unprecedented 20-month billboard campaign. No one interested in talk could NOT have known where to find Rush and the rest of the echo chamber. KTLK’s struggles are related to something other than “a start-up station”, as Anselmo’s team has tried to explain it.

    Most likely Clear Channel will hang with right-wing talk, at least through the ’08 election cycle. They will bet that the few remaining hardcore Bush supporters will continue to linger — against all reality and logic — and KTLK can maybe — possibly — draw in a fraction of the old mid-’90s talk crowd. It is a rebound that becomes far more likely if Hillary Clinton gets the Democratic nomination. (A Hillary-Obama ticket would be every right-wing radio programmer’s dream come true. Then it’d be them against HER and Barack HUSSEIN … who just happens to also be black, with a heavy dose of Bubba redux thrown in for a kicker. An angry white guy trifecta! Perfect!)

    Beyond the two problem stations, there is plenty of curiosity over what Anselmo’s replacement, Mike Crusham, a former sales manager will think of what he sees here in Minnesota. For the last two years Crusham has been barnstorming the country “cleaning up” Clear Channel properties. (That usually means “cutting costs to create profit”). If he is, as one Clear Channel rival put it, “A hit man with no real experience or aptitude for talk”, how long will he listen to KFAN and before he says, “WTF?”

    From noon until 7 your average sports yob listening to KFAN can often go days without hearing a single extended rant about the opening of Vikings’ training camp, Matt Garza’s acne or A-Rod’s wife’s t-shirts. A talk generalist and corporate journeyman like Crusham may meddle with something that isn’t broken just because he — like the Clear Channel consultants with whom I’ve spoken — preach the Great Template sermon that the Twin Cities are “just like every other market, no difference”.

    (Oddly, none of them ever had an explanation for why we here in Houston-North have a public radio news station with an audience three times the size of their megawattage know-nothing talkers. But then no Clear Channel consultant ever struck me as caring enough to look into why that is so.)

    Point being. This Anselmo kacking will have blowback. Mark my words.

  • Summer League Thread

    In a comment on the draft thread, Snyder makes an excellent suggestion of starting a summer league thread for Wolves’ die-hards who want to paw over the results of this week’s five games out in Las Vegas.

    I’ve been tied up on a large project recently, but promise to chime in here soon on this subject. Meanwhile, yes, from this account and also Kent Youngblood’s piece in today’s Strib, it looks as if Smith and Brewer are showing well together. I’d also suggest that Rashad McCants be watched closely. When I was at the Target Center a couple weeks ago, the difference in his movement and quickness was apparent. An upgraded McCants who can combine the explosive athleticism of his rookie year with the emotional maturity of his second season would be significant.

  • Harry's Food & Cocktails

    Poutine will be on the snack menu at Harry’s Food & Cocktails, which opens this Thursday at 500 Washington Ave. S. in Minneapolis. The restaurants of Montreal offer interpretations of poutine made with everything from foie gras to pineapple, but chef Steven Brown will feature the classic version of this Quebec specialty on his snack menu. “People here love cheese curds and they love french fries and they love gravy,” Brown said. “It ought to be a home run.”

    Brown built his reputation creating haute cuisine at the Loring Cafe, Rock Star and Restaurant Levain (all now defunct), but the menu at Harry’s will have a more down-home flavor. “Our motto in the kitchen is, ‘nothing fancy, everything tasty,’ and our alternate motto is ‘good food tastes good.’”

    This time around, Brown promises “great value,” and original renditions of familiar dishes — gourmet burgers like the Espana, topped with smoked paprika and Manchego cheese ($9); and daily specials like meatloaf on Mondays ($12), an all-you-can-eat Wisconsin fish fry on Fridays ($16), and a Sunday supper of martini, pork chop and salad ($18).

    The former Nochee space was completely gutted and redesigned by David Shea of Shea Associates — who seems to be designing every new restaurant in the Twin Cities. “The place is going to have the ethos of a sports bar, a neighborhood place,” says Brown. “If you want to come and watch the game, you can do that.”

  • Scooter Skates, Zheng Hangs


    Zheng Xiaoyu died for our sins

    When one thinks about the rule of law here in the United States, it can only lead to confusion. The Bush Justice (is that an oxymoron?) Department can put innocent people in prison for political reasons, but lets the guilty ones go.

    China, on the other hand, who isn’t exactly known for its sense of justice when it comes to its own people, sure knows where to come down when someone threatens their livelihood. For when Zheng Xiaoyu was convicted of taking bribes to approve medicines that killed people, China hanged him faster than you can say “mentally retarded Texas man.”

    Don’t harbor any illusions that Zheng paid the price because he harmed the people who had taken the phony drugs. He was executed for throwing a wrench into the Chinese economy. If we can’t trust their drugs, we certainly can’t trust them not to use poisonous paint on Thomas the Tank Engine or put poison in our dog food.

    Nevertheless, one has to ask what ought to be the penalty for distributing poisonous drugs in this country. The New York Times has written a few stories lately about Minnesota doctors who have taken money from drug companies to promote the prescription of their medicines for “non-indicated” uses. There is real evidence that these prescriptions have severely damaged people.

    But in this country, bribery for “legitimate” business purposes doesn’t seem to be a crime. In this country, what it leads to is ever increasing profits. Americans would “never, never” do what Chinese officials have done, would they? Well, they have. The difference is that, here, they get away with it.

    Do you remember Lester Crawford? He owned stocks in companies he was regulating while he was head of the FDA. That’s not all. If you want to make yourself sick, read this.

    His penalty? A little fine, and a nice fat job as a lobbyist.