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  • Sundresses: It's Where The Boys Are.

    sundress.jpgOur June issue included a short Fashion As It Happens piece about babydoll and potato sack dresses. And while the photos that month weren’t my favorites, the piece’s overall point remains: The figure-obscuring, Christening dress look has been pretty hot this summer. I bring it up now, a month later, because more than one man has mentioned to me, since the article premiered, that he doesn’t much care for this trend. In fact, a friend just mentioned that her husband was “disappointed” in me for having done this piece. Why? He doesn’t much care for the “maternity dress” look. Heh.

    What do gents like, then? I’m sure this comes as news to very few of you, but dudes dig the sundress. It’s a genetic predisposition, I swear. If there is one thing I can count on from my significant other, it is this: If a woman comes breezing by in her sundress–hell, if we even walk by Local Motion’s window display, where there are oodles of sundresses–my boyfriend ceases to hear me, see me, or, in general, notice that I’m alive. Because I don’t wear sundresses–save the few that have been gifted to me, generally by ex-boyfriends, which are relegated to the back of my closet and only come out for housework and long road trips. To me, sundresses are dinosaurs, reminiscent of a time when women didn’t have their own money and had to beg daddy or husband to buy ’em some new threads (sundress as symbol of oppression – ha!). Ironic though it may be I much prefer my poofy (or “full”) and even rather infantile-looking babydoll dress. But boyfriend calls it my “clown dress.” Hmpf.

  • Dinner at Brasa tonight?

    Alex Roberts’ much-awaited new restaurant, Brasa Rotisserie, opened today at 11 o’clock in the former Betty’s Bikes and Buns location, at 600 E. Hennepin in northeast Minneapolis. The food is locally sourced and organic, as it is at Brasa’s high-class sister restaurant Alma. But here you will find a mix of Latin American, Peruvian, and Creole cuisines, served cafeteria-style and priced accordingly. And while fans of Betty’s may flock to taste the slow-roasted pork, rotisserie chicken, grits, rice, beans, and sweet potatoes, even old regulars won’t recognized the space. Roberts worked with perennial restaurant design company Shea, Inc., to convert the former service station into a faux-Caribbean shanty with a large, shaded patio. Roberts must have called in powers even greater than David Shea to order today’s weather. Dinner service begins at 5.

  • Happy Anniversary

    FILM
    It’s a Riot

    FILMX.jpgToday is the anniversary of Stonewall, so take a moment to extol the “the hairpin drop heard ’round the world.” Looking for an appropriate way to celebrate? You can always try the second night of films from the Walker’s Queer Takes: Standing Out series. Tonight’s program includes two sets of shorts from emerging filmmakers. The first set, Women Unite!, begins with a 22-minute film about two women who plan to escape their stifling upstate New York town on a snowy night during the Iran hostage crisis. This film is followed by three others — a comedy about a hold up, a story about a hospice nurse helping her nearly comatose patient, and a documentary about lesbians in Johannesburg. The second group of films, Odd Man Out, focused on the male experience and includes cutout animations, webcams, and young boys struggling to find their place in the world.

    7 p.m. and 9 p.m., Walker Art Center, 1750 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-375-7656; free.

    MUSIC by Britt Robson
    Marsalis Brothers Do Ellington

    260px-Duke_Ellington_hat.jpgEven the irrepressible Wynton Marsalis merits no better than third in the current family pecking order after brothers Delfeayo and Branford put out resplendent discs — Minions Dominion and Braggtown, respectively — in 2006. Now Delfeayo (the trombonist, for those without a scorecard) is kicking off the Minnesota Orchestra’s Sommerfest program with a Duke Ellington tribute by an all-star ensemble that features Branford on tenor and soprano sax, pianist Anthony Wonsley (who was superb with Delfeayo at the Dakota this past winter), drummer Winard Harper, and saxophonists Mark Gross and Jason Marshall. Given the level of talent involved, and the titan being honored, expect both the arrangements and the improvisations to be top-notch.

    7:30 p.m., Orchestra Hall, 1111 Nicollet Mall, Minneapolis; 612-371-5656; $45 (VIP $65).

    A Knee-Slappin’ Good Time

    MUSIC2.jpgIf you’re looking for a more casual setting than Orchestra Hall, a slightly less polished, though equally uplifting performance, and perhaps a little less strain on the wallet (like free), head on over to Galleria for their Summer Music Sampler. The Brass Kings are playing tonight at Good Earth, so get ready for a little washboard jamming over CopaBanana smoothies and PowerPlus shakes. At least you’ll have plenty of energy with which to dance and slap those knees. The Brass Kings serve up an amazing mix of back porch experimental music. They take old-time jug-band scrubbing to new heights by applying Latin, Middle Easters, and Eastern rhythms. And their energy is just fabulous.

    6 p.m., Good Earth, 3460 Galleria, Edina; 952-925-1001; free.

    Watch a video of the Brass Kings’ “Dynaflow.”

    WORKSHOP & LECTURE
    B-Glrl Be Summit

    Rosa copy.jpgThe 4-day 2007 B-Girl Be Summit begins today, showcasing women in hip-hip through live performances, fashion, films, videos, workshops and panels. Head on over to Intermedia Arts for a series of events beginning at 4:30 p.m. with an hour-long DJ performance. At 5:30, Ashley Gold, Akira Johnson, and H.E.A.T will perform. And at 6 p.m., the visual art exhibit The Art of T&A… Truth and Activism opens as a welcoming ceremony begins with Aztec Dance Youth, drummers, B-Girl B Drum & Dance, and Tish Jones. The highlight of the evening, however, is the keynote address by Rosa Clemente, a Black Puerto Rican grassroots organizer, journalist, and entrepreneur, as well as a Hip Hop activist, member of the Malcolm X Grassroots Movement and a journalist with Pacifica Radio, WBAI 99.5FM NYC, and Air America Radio. Clemente is an incredible woman with many achievements under her belt and much to talk about. Her commitment to scholar-activism and youth organizing has taken her across the country, and even across countries, sharing her vast knowledge about hip-hop, African-American and Latino Intercultural relationships, the history of the Young Lords Party, and organizing to free U.S. political prisoners. (Yes, we do have political prisoners. And if you don’t know who the Young Lords are, you best find out.) Don’t miss this rare opportunity.

    7 p.m., Intermedia Arts, 2822 Lyndale Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-871-4444; $5 (students $2).

    If you want to continue on with the B-Girl Be Summit events after the keynote presentation, there’s a Youth (Teen) Dance Workshop from 8:30 to 10 p.m. at Jawahiir Studios, 1940 Hennepin Ave, Minneapolis. And the Foundation Nightclub has an interesting lineup this evening, featuring Sistaz In Rhyme, Maria Isa, Stacy Epps, Invincible, and Bahamadia. 10 p.m., Foundation Nightclub, 10 S. 5th St, Minneapolis; $10.

    ART by Ann Klefstad
    One on One: Annabel Clark, Journal + Arlene Gottfried, Midnight

    ARTX.jpgThese two artists (plus Burton Fialk, in the MCP’s Minnesota Projects Gallery) make work about seeing others — in particular, seeing them under duress. Photography lends itself to this, although it’s a use that most of us would not dare undertake. Annabel Clark has documented her mother, Lynn Redgrave, as she endures breast cancer and its treatment (Redgrave plans to visit during the run of the show; see here for updates), while Arlene Gottfried documented the life of a man named Midnight for over twenty years. At first he was beautiful enough to command a premium price as a hustler; then he melts down with madness, bad drugs, and the simple toll of years. As standards narrow for all of us in a consumerist world, we need to push against the limits of what we can love, and what we can find lovely. This show helps.

    Noon to 8 p.m. (Thursdays), through July 29, Minnesota Center for Photography, 165 13th Ave. N.E., Minneapolis; 612-824-5500.

  • Open Thread: Draft Day Speculation and Reaction

    I don’t think it is being overly melodramatic to say that tonight’s NBA draft is the most consequential one for the Wolves in over a decade. It is very deep, and Minnesota is staring at the distinct possibility of losing their superstar and two first-round picks over the next three years.

    But let’s think happy thoughts. As Kevin McHale himself notes, the Wolves are very likely to choose a player who will provide immediate help next season. I’d like to hear your take on who you are crossing your fingers for and who you are dreading gets landed when Commissioner Stern makes the announcement this evening.

    Based on various folks I’ve talked to and some limited viewing, here’s my thumbnail take. Oden and Durant are gone, of course, and unless Atlanta comes back into the picture with the #3 pick, so are Horford and Conley. There are a clump of players from #5-10 that include Yi, Jeff Green, Corey Brewer, Brandan Wright, Noah, and Spencer Hawes, with some folks like Al Thornton and Julian Wright also considered as a reach. Here’s my order:

    Green–The most NBA-ready. A legit large 3 who Fred Hoiberg thinks is versatile and smart, coming out of a quality, defensive-oriented college program.

    Brewer–A lock-down defender who probably doesn’t need the ball, but isn’t afraid to take the big shot if necessary. For those and other reasons, is a good fit with a Foye-McCants backcourt if the Wolves decide to go small and athletic.

    Yi–I worry about rumors that he’ll be unhappy in a city without a significant Asian population, reportedly trying to discourage both Minnesota and Milwaukee from drafting him. But from the tape I’ve seen has size and skills that are rarely combined.

    Noah–How ironic that he’d be the perfect complement to KG; someone who emphasizes defense and quickness in the paint and is a heady ballplayer who knows how to win.

    Thornton–Rugged and NBA-ready.

    The pick I dread is Hawes. It certainly isn’t his fault, but when was the last time that a large white guy taken in the first 10 picks fulfilled the hype? How many examples can you name that didn’t? (From Koncak and Kleine in the 80s to Darko in the aughts with Big Country
    Reeves in between, I can name about a dozen without straining.)

    And for all your really smart NCAA types, it wouldn’t hurt to hear who might be available and helpful at 41.

    Thanks.

  • A Summer Kind Of Sad

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    Good lord, the stars, the dusty, glimmering sprawl above some dark, quiet place in America, the stardust, star-scatter, the worlds stretched up there above this one.

    Remember? Remember standing on a gravel road in Vermont –along a big river in a Montana valley, on a dock jutting out into a lake in the Adirondacks, at the edge of the ocean in Oregon– watching stars shake loose and heave themselves down the sky? Remember standing in the damp country in Michigan, in Minnesota, in Iowa, in Illinois, watching fireflies wheel and tumble above the black fields?

    I remember.

    I also remember –where the hell was it?– the old man wobbling aboard a bicycle who emerged like a vision through the ground fog, paused to wish us a good evening, and quoted Thucydides: “They have the numbers; we the heights.”

    I remember the wind whistling through open car windows and the hum-thumpa-hum of tires on the pavement of dark highways and music carrying in the darkness and the bright lights of carnival rides whirling on the horizon and days and nights so permeated with wonder that they leeched the words right out of me and left every letter of the alphabet in fuzzed and uselessly abstract isolation fluttering from a clothesline stretched across the roof of my skull while backyard sprinklers shook their maracas up and down the block of my old neighborhood and I drifted all night at the margins of sleep.

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    What explanation is given for the phosphorous light

    That you, as boy, went out to catch

    When summer dusk turned to night.

    You caught the fire-flies, put them in a jar,

    Careful to let in the air,

    Then you fed them dandelions, unsure

    Of what such small and fleeting things

    Need, and when

    Their light grew dim, you

    Let them go.

    There is no explanation for the fire

    That burns in our bodies

    Or the desire that grows, again and again,

    So that we must move toward each other

    In the dark.

    We have no wings.

    We are ordinary people, doing ordinary things.

    The story can be told on rice paper.

    There is a lantern, a mountain, whatever

    We can remember.

    Hiroshige’s landscape is so soft.

    What child, woman, would not want to go out

    Into that dark, and be caught,

    And caught again, by you?

    Let these pictures of the floating world go on

    Forever, but when

    This light must flicker out, catch me,

    Give me whatever a child imagines

    To keep me aglow, then

    Let me go.


    Siv Cedering, “Ukiyo-E”

  • The Mystery of Par and Avista.

    It comes as a relief to find out I’m not the only one who can’t get his head around why Avista Capital Partners didn’t sever ties with Par Ridder the first day they heard about his non-compete problem? I am not sure, nor are a handful of local attorneys I’ve spoken with in recent days, whether it was ever entirely possible for Avista to essentially disown Par. Even upon news of his non-compete and downloaded Pioneeer Press data problems. But it sure would have been worth a shot.

    As it is, the educated guess, (by the above-mentioned attorneys, not me), is that the best Avista and Ridder can hope for between now and when Ramsey County Judge David C. Higgs hands down his decision in the injunction MediaNews wants against Ridder and two other former PiPress execs is a settlement — finally — with MediaNews boss, Dean Singleton, and the ability to at least conclude the public end of this fiasco.

    (Now watch Judge Higgs rule in Ridder’s favor or give him an “admonishing” tap on the wrist.)

    The five attorneys with whom I spoke all practice some form of labor/employment law, are familiar with non-competes and the Business 101 no-no of transfering confidential, proprietary information. One had just returned from vacation and knew only the barest outlines, but has long wondered what special power Ridder has over Avista that they’d travel this far down the road with him. That attorney and three others insisted on staying off record even while expressing the same level of bafflement on the hook Par has in this largely faceless New York equity company.

    Thankfully, Ron Rosenbaum is comfortable sharing his opinions with the public. The attorney/KSTP legal analyst and radio host has a long background in non-competes and labor/employment contract law and is completely in synch with his legal peers in failing to understand both why this thing wasn’t settled long ago and why Avista hasn’t cut Par loose by now.

    “Courts don’t like to get involved in this kind of thing,” said Rosenbaum. “That’s why injunctions like this are so rare. A court doesn’t want to get into the business of telling private parties what to do.”

    Nevertheless, here we are with Ridder in open court, with media snarks scribbling furiously, arguing that pretty much everything was just, like, you know, a series of honest, innocent mistakes.

    “Innocent mistakes? Well,” said Rosenbaum, “either he’s lying or he’s flat-out stupid. I mean, what he’s saying just isn’t credible. Either way it’s pretty hard now to un-ring the bell.”

    “The sad irony here is that we’ve got these two newspaper companies tied up in a mess like this. These are people that, theoretically at least, the rest of us rely on to tell us the truth about what’s going on in town. And as we all know there’s been a move afoot for quite a while now to attack the credibility of the mainstream press. A case like this is the equivalent of throwing red meat to the lions.”

    None of the great legal minds with whom I spoke could offer a good explanation for why back in March when all hell started breaking loose Avista didn’t just say to Ridder, “It appears you have misrepresented yourself to us. Therefore we are voiding your contract and will be seeking another publisher. MediaNews’ fight is with you. Not us.”

    Somewhere there might be someone who sees Par Ridder as a unique and irreplaceable talent, the kind of brilliant captain you follow into the briney deep rather than shove aside for a capable yeoman who can hold the wheel steady through the stormy night. But I haven’t met or read of that person. The rap on Avista Capital Partners is that they don’t know newspapering from toilet papering, and something like this goes a long ways toward confirming the worst cynics’ worst suspicions.

    Back to Rosenbaum, who says he would hold Avista’s attorneys responsible for not
    adequately explaining the extent of their clients’ liability and what by every visible angle appears to be a disproportionate downside to this case … if he didn’t suspect that they did offer their grim assessment. “In the end it’s always the client’s decision, and this may be a case where the clients ignored their attorneys’ advice.”

    The assumption I make is that Avista has tried several times to settle this with Dean Singleton and Singleton has refused, preferring for his reasons the added impact of the public PR disaster Ridder and Avista have taken … along with a fat payday and the pleasure of watching Avista get stuck with the tab for his legal fees and those 2000 hours of computer forensics work.

    So how many punches is that? Two big ones and two smaller ones? And on top of the Star Tribune projecting 20% less revenue than Avista bought six months ago? Crimeny! A restless, impatient private equity firm might just decide, “To hell with this!”, and seek a very early exit from their newspaper adventure. In that case, a smart, hard-nosed operator with a stake in the market might offer them a fire sale price, plead imminent financial catastrophe to federal regulators and promise the public a return to journalistic health via a one newspaper universe.

    I couldn’t help be struck yesterday when a reporter colleague asked Singleton if he foresaw the Twin Cities becoming a one-newspaper town and Singleton instantly, reflexively said that that would be a disservice to, “the east metro”, implying that it would be the big, and plainly bad Star Tribune driving the Pioneer Press out of this market.

    When I asked, “Well, but what if YOU are the survivor?” Singleton ignored the question and continued on with the well work-shopped scenario that paints him as the wronged and embattled defender of the loyal St. Paul-ites.

    (More than one press wag has laughed at the irony that Par Ridder has managed to turn a cutthroat operator like Dean Singleton into the sympathetic, noble victim of this episode.)

    Despite Ridder telling David Carr of the New York Times that, “We [meaning his family] are NOT A PART of Avista”, (my emphasis), I can’t get past what seems the most logical explanation for Avista bonding so tightly with young Par. Namely, that somehow, somewhere, in some way elder Ridders have a stake in Avista or entities closely associated with it.

  • Fashion. It's for the dogs

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    From Women’s Wear Daily:

    J. Crew may be going to the dogs. According to a research report from CIBC World Markets, the preppy retailer filed a patent with the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office for Crewmutts, a concept for dogs that potentially could be sold in stores and online. The patent for Crewmutts covers products for dogs, including leashes, clothing, dog beds, shoes, bathing products, blankets, bowls, life jackets, toys and treats. “In our view, the higher-end dog clothing and accessories market seems fragmented, comprised largely of local boutiques. Therefore, this could be an opportunity to take share, both as the stores and online, of a customer who generally may be less price-resistant to decking out their dog,” the report said. J. Crew executives could not be reached for comment Wednesday.

    [image via DogCarnival.com, where there’s already plenty of WASPy doggie wear]

  • Cold Fish

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    From the Why Don’t I Make This More Often category: Tuna Poke.

    Over the past few stifling days, the last thing I’ve wanted to do was fire up Ol’ Bessie and heat up the kitchen. Oh, maybe I should stand in front of the rocket-fueled grill which has withered the leaves in a five foot radius? No thanks.

    During anti-stove days, it’s either take-out, cheese and bread for dinner, or a flash of brilliance that comes up with tuna poke.

    Ahi poke (po-kay) is actually a Hawaiian dish that, in its basic form, is raw tuna tossed with spices and little crunchy kukui nuts. I found some cool Chilean avellanas at Trader Joes that I would toss in, if I felt like having the crunch, which I usually don’t.

    It’s a chop and chill, people. No cooking required, no heat, barely a mixing bowl. You don’t even have to be a sushi chef and make exact cubes, a nice chunk will do fine. What you’ll get is a flavorful meal that’s light yet filling. Silky, cold tuna with maybe a hit of spicy heat to brighten your eyes is the perfect antidote to hot and hazy. I put mine on a loose avocado mix (that might be compared to guacamole in come circles).

    Ahi Poke
    1 lb. sashimi-grade tuna

    Slice into cubes, throw in a bowl. Add following ingredients:
    2 Tbsp sesame oil
    2 Tbsp soy sauce
    1 tsp sriracha
    1 tsp olive oil
    3 chopped green onions
    pepper/salt

    Toss to coat and chill until cold.

    Avocado Mix
    Gently toss (no mashing) all ingredients in a bowl and chill.

    3 avocados, flesh cut into cubes
    3 large green onions, finely chopped
    1 Tbsp cilantro, finely chopped
    Juice from 1 lime
    salt/pepper

  • Old, New, Old, New

    MUSEUM by Eeva-Liisa Waaraniemi
    Frozen in a Final Moment

    pompeii.jpgThe Star Tribune and all other big boys in town have already blown the horn on this one, but maybe you, oddball that you are, only frequent obscure media channels and thus haven’t heard about it. Well, this is a show you shouldn’t miss. Put on your family-friendly face and join the rest of us at the Science Museum’s latest exhibit, A Day in Pompeii, opening today. Unless you travel to Italy to see the ruins yourself, this is a rare opportunity to see wall-sized frescoes, marble and bronze sculptures, jewelry and gold coins from a city frozen in its final moment. Many of us have seen unforgettable pictures of the people caught in their final, unscripted poses, suffocated by the volcanic ash that consumed the city. Eight of these figures are on view in the exhibit as plaster molds of the cavities left by the victims’ bodies. A free audio tour is available with admission. And while you’re there, stop by the Omnitheater to explore the birthplace of Western civilization in Greece: Secrets of the Past.

    8 a.m. – 10 p.m., Science Museum of Minnesota, 120 W. Kellogg Blvd., St. Paul; 651-221-9444; $20 (children/seniors $15, members $7), $24 with Omnitheater (children/seniors $18, members $7).

    Watch a preview video.

    THEATER & PERFORMANCE
    Ten Minutes at a Time

    thumb-2.jpgThe 6th Annual Bedlam Community Ten-Minute Play Festival begins this evening. The five-day event consists of 20 plays — each only ten minutes long — featuring a Sasquatch, a time machine, singing robots, three bears, an astronaut love affair, and plenty of sweet sugar cookies. Start with the first set of plays — that’s half — this very evening. Coming?, by Emily McPeck, directed by Michael Kelley; Dues, by Dwight Hobbes, directed by Michael Kelley; Robot Musical, by John Francis Bueche, directed by Cherie Anderson, music by Marya Hart; The Sunny Day, by Donna Sellinger, directed by Avedis Monoogan; Times of Changes, by Savannah Reich, directed by Samantha Johns; The Book of Ben, written and directed by Ben Kreilkamp; Albert Went Down to the Intersection, by Josef Evans, directed by Jon Cole; No Sugar Cookies for Herbert, by Tommy Jamerson, directed by Georgia Leigh Hallman; First Day on the Job, by Nathaniel Hicklin, directed by Emily McPeck; and Kind Eyes See So Far, written and directed by Jeremey Catterton.

    8 p.m., Bedlam Theater, 1501 S. 6th St., Minneapolis; 612-341-1038; pay-what-you-think-it’s-worth today and tomorrow, after that it’s $10.

    All the World’s a Stage

    2874142057.jpgThe Great River Shakespeare Festival’s 2007 Summer Season opens this weekend with Macbeth, directed by Doug Scholz-Carlson, and As You Like It, directed by Paul Barnes. It doesn’t get much better than this — comedy and tragedy, love and ambition. Take in a lesson on the morality of power tonight, and enjoy a comic mediation on love tomorrow. All is as it should be. Yes, Winona might be a little way off, but it’ll be worth the drive; and if you make it to the preview performances tonight and tomorrow night, you’ll end up saving almost half the price — and you can be among the first to rant about it.

    7:30 p.m., The Performing Arts Center, Winona State University, Johnson St. and W. Howard St.; 507-474-7900, ext.110; $15 preview performances, $20-$25 following.

    FILM
    Redefining the Notion of Family

    Film.jpgWith the Pride festivities having come to a head this past weekend, the notion of societal acceptance has been at the forefront of much media over the past couple weeks. But the exotic and flamboyant nature of the Pride Parade is certainly not a call to assimilation. Quite the opposite, in fact; it’s about creating new parameters, redefining social constructs, challenging norms. (Isn’t that why so many people still feel threatened by it?) Following suit, the Walker film series Queer Takes: Standing Out begins this evening with two films that help expand our notions of love and family. The first, Spider Lilies, directed by Zero Chou, follows a tenuous relationship between two women as they reconnect with a troubling past. The second, I Don’t Want to Sleep Alone, directed by Tsai Ming-liang, follows Chinese immigrant Hsiao-kang (Lee Kang-sheng) as he is lovingly cared for by a local man after he is beaten unconscious in Kuala Lampur.

    7 p.m. (Spider Lilies) and 9 p.m. (I Don’t Want to Sleep Alone), Walker Art Cente, 1750 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-375-7656; $8 (members $6).

    Not finding anything that entices you here? Check out our events calendar for more options.

    And go support the Twins!

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  • Ok, I'll Take That: Game Two Vs. Toronto

    How messed up is it that a guy –Pat Neshek in this instance– can come in with runners at second and third and nobody out, give up a sacrifice fly, yet nonetheless retire every batter he faces, and get a blown save out of the deal?

    That whole game was sort of messed up, really. The older I get the more I’ve come to despise pitcher’s duels; or maybe it’s just that the Twins seem to find themselves turning up on the losing end of pitcher’s duels on a fairly regular basis, and these days the very term “pitcher’s duel” usually just means the Twins aren’t scoring any runs. Which is frustrating and entirely too common of late.

    Still, you have to tip your hat to Scott Baker and the club’s bullpen: twelve innings pitched, four hits, fifteen strikeouts, and one walk. The bullpen’s line was pretty staggering: five IP, zero hits, zero walks, and six strikeouts. Ron Gardenhire and Rick Anderson are going to have to cross their fingers, though, for a solid (and long) outing from Boof Bonser tomorrow, because the entire bullpen’s pretty tapped out after the first two games against the Blue Jays.

    The really good news tonight is that the Tigers lost, allowing the Twins to gain a game in the Central standings.

    I’m starting to wonder about which Twins might be All Star selections, and am beginning to suspect that this might be one of those years where, despite a bunch of pretty worthy candidates, Minnesota might end up with only one or two picks. Johan Santana’s on track to pitch the last game in Chicago before the break, and as deserving as he is, I can’t imagine Jim Leyland taking a guy he can’t really use. And given how much time he missed, should Mauer get serious consideration?

    Right now I think you could make a case for any of the following (in descending order of merit, and throwing out Santana’s scheduling conflict): Torii Hunter, Justin Morneau, Santana, Pat Neshek (a dark horse, I realize, but I really think set-up guys should get full consideration), Joe Nathan, Mauer, and Luis Castillo.

    I’m guessing Hunter and Morneau will go, and, if Leyland thinks he can afford a symbolic pick based entirely on respect, Santana.