Category: Blog Post

  • Get Out Your Erasers, Class

    Carlos Silva’s performance against Pittsburgh today (3.1 IP, 11 hits, nine earned runs) should make Ron Gardenhire’s decision a whole lot easier. The Twins love Silva, and he’s a first-rate clubhouse character, but given the way he’s pitched this spring, and the way he pitched in what was clearly a make-or-break game for him this afternoon, there is no way the Twins can give him a spot in the starting rotation.

    The question is what the hell do you do with him? That’s a tough question, particularly given the fact that the Twins picked up Silva’s option (for $4.3 million) in the off-season.

  • Thus Spaketh the Usual Suspects

    My recent post on KSTP-TV’s news “package”, which included covering a one-man protest against the City of St. Louis Park’s showing of, “An Inconvenient Truth” followed by Al Gore’s appearance before House and Senate Committees discussing global climate change, brought out the usual suspects making the usual claims.

    There is this …

    “You are a joke, Brian. The very thought that someone would disagree with the global warming doctrine being shoved down our throats makes you convulse with outrage. You’re pathetic.

    “What is it about other viewpoints that angers you so?

    “By the way…the movie is entitled “The Great Global Warming Swindle”. You didn’t bother to see it, I surmise.”

    And …

    “Nice to know you will wait to form an opinion about the “The Great Global Warming Swindle” until you see it. Otherwise, “flatly asserting” that it is “crackpot” would really be stupid, especially after hitting the Elder on the same point.

    “Incidentally, I’ve seen “No Inconvenient Context” twice and I can flatly assert that it is a partisan piece of trash that randomly pulls events together and calls them global warming. It is an embarrassment to science, which even scientists who agree with Gore on the core principle will admit.

    “You oughta widen your mind and thus your experience Lambert.”

    As I’ve said before elsewhere, this “debate” over whether global climate change is occurring is a settled issue, at least for those who value science over the gamesmanship of partisan rhetoric. It is happening. How “global warming” became yet another point of left-right conflict, I’m not sure. But I’m guessing the mere presence of Al Gore was sufficient to light up the usual right-wing echo chamber/spin machine that supplies so many of these “correspondents” with their templated sources, talking points and arguments.

    In the context of responsible journalism, what I’ve been asking of the legitimate press is this: “When does the science and gravity of this particular issue — not to mention the common sense of it — rise sufficiently high so as to obviate the “requirement” of equal, opposite “balance”? On the one hand you have here overwhelming consensus among the people who have devoted the most time to researching the problem, while on the other you have — if you care to scratch the surface at all — mangled science at best, (if any at all), and constant, pervasive ideological partisanship.

    Point being: When do TV stations and newspapers who so regularly trumpet their “accuracy” and “leadership” say, “Case closed. One professor in Winnipeg, one ill-informed Senator in Congress and one wingnut blogger in a basement is no longer sufficient to balance out the staggering preponderance of science supporting the prevailing view.” Or, conversely, “When does our professional, journalistic responsibility require us to stop giving partisans with such reckless disregard for accuracy equal time on our air or in our pages?”

    This isn’t a debate over the 2000 election, WMD in Iraq or any of half dozen other ready recent examples of gross partisan “gaming”. This one is even more important, in that effects the entire planet.

    I’m not going to “debate” my commenters, because it really is important to marginalize them into insignificance. If their entire rationale for living is shrieking “fraud” at anything and everything said by anyone who may have voted Democratic, submitted a report to the U.N. or had lunch in a French restaurant what’s the point in interaction? Like a belligerent drunk at the end of the bar or some spittle-flecked street corner prophet, the best course of action is a simple, “Sorry for your loss, pal”, and move on.

    But for the record, while I was being flippantly dismissive about the global warming documentary the wingnut blogger is demanding St. Louis Park play as “balance” for its’ citizens, I have in fact seen the film. (The precise title is, “The Great Global Warming Swindle”, and you can watch it here if you’ve got 73 minutes you don’t mind never getting back.)

    But on the charge of “crackpot” — (my capsule review) — I encourage the more sober-minded and critical-minded to check out this letter to The Independent newspaper in Britain from Prof. Carl Wunsch of MIT, who agreed to be interviewed for a film vastly different than what was eventually shown. Prof. Wunsch is, as you can see, not a happy camper, and, I suspect, inclined to seek full and proper redress from Britain’s “edgy” Channel 4.

    For a quick primer on the producer’s background I recommend this and this . Do note his pattern of misleading interview subjects and distortive editing … so severe Channel 4 was forced to make a public apology after his previous film … the one where he declared modern environmentalists to be the true heirs to 20th century Nazis. Also note that the scientists he populates his film with are almost all linked to neo-conservative think tanks which have in turn been shown to receive funding from major oil interests.

    It is hard to know what among all the distortions is most egregious, but the claim that liberals are using global warming to deprive the Third World of the opportunity to achieve affluence via fossil fuels is the sort of thing that leaves you dizzy and speechless. The oil economy is doing great things for the Third World. Wouldn’t want them switching over to renewable energy anytime soon.

    My underlying point about KSTP-TV’s completely routine global warming “package” is that it representative of a timidity that borders on cowardice. In KSTP’s case it is more a fear of ownership since reporters and managers are well aware that their boss, Stanley S. Hubbard, regards global warming as hokum. But elsewhere in the Twin Cities news marketplace, saying nothing whatsoever about climate change, or “balancing” anything said “by others” with … a wingnut blogger or some transparent knucklehead like Oklahoma Sen. James Inhofe … is, let’s be honest, a way of avoiding an avalanche of snarling e-mail and phone calls from the types of fevered reactionaries quoted above.

    THAT ain’t community service, it ain’t leadership and, IMHO, it ain’t responsible journalism.

  • You Know

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    Easy world, you gave it once–

    please quietly welcome it back,

    that hand.


    –William Stafford, from “Going On”

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    …what is it we are all doing, what is it we are about, pray tell? And why are we gathered here?

    –Raymond Carver, “All My Relations”

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    What the hell do we want? What is our heart’s desire? What are all the dreams we still cling to as realistic and attainable? These, of course, as opposed to those we still harbor as old scars from the people we once hoped we would be and the lives we imagined ourselves living.

    For some of us, those old scars –the remnants of exploded dreams and ideals– have left us hobbled and hunchbacked. Still, though we may never be astronauts or artists or pop singers, there are still things we desperately want. We are not finished with desire. Those who would claim to be –and I don’t give a rat’s ass if they consider themselves Buddhists or burnouts– have left themselves for dead. They have shut their eyes. Or they are liars. They may have no waking recollection, but they still dream they are flying. They still climb ladders into the clouds and revisit magic sanctuaries they long ago tried to convince themselves didn’t exist. In their dreams they still feel the consoling touch of human hands.

    Such people have forgotten that invisibility was once upon a time a wondrous fantasy rather than a modern malaise, that it was a gift that allowed those to whom it was bestowed the opportunity to see the world and their place in it with absolute clarity. Now, though, it is an easy trick to pull off, an affliction from which we pray –if we are still able to pray– to be delivered.

    We may want many things, but what we desperately want is to be seen, and once seen to be recognized; once recognized to be heard, and once heard to be known.

  • A Kornukopia of Kids' Flix This Weekend

    Once again, it’s a children’s holiday, film-wise, here in our lovely city. Saturday at 10:15, the library‘s showing the lovely Horton Hears A Who (1966) and Sneetches and Zax (1972). Both films are light years better than the horrible, hateful Jim Carrey and Mike Myers vehicles of the past few years. The two cartoons are the creation of Chuck Jones and Fritz Freling (respectively), two of the geniuses in the Warner Bros. stable (Jones also directed the superior Grinch cartoon). Wendy Knox will be telling stories before the show.

    Sunday at 2, Cine-Kids, the Alliance Francaise children’s film program, will be screening Loulou et Autres Loups, which I would gladly take in if I could speak a word of French (no subtitles here). These nifty animated shorts “hope to break stereotypes of the Big Bad Wolf.”

    Yes, I am aware that cornucopia is spelled incorrectly.

  • About this weekend

    Well, tomorrow evening I’m going to see Lost in the Stars, a Kurt Weill opera put on by the company formerly known as North Star Opera, but is now called Skylark. If I wasn’t going there (isn’t this usually the case…) I would, honest to God, hit the Junior Brown show, for old time’s sake. Or Kid Dakotah/Wannabe Hasbeens.

    With the rest of my weekend, I’m going to estate sales, catching up on my reading, and just plain ol’ sitting around.

  • One More Sign of the Apocalypse

    I won’t bore you with another of my tales of woe, but I can relate to this one. The Philadelphia Inquirer, formerly owned by Knight-Ridder, is whacking the media column written by Gail Shister and directing her toward more “pop culture television features”. This can’t be seen as anything other than, A. Some kind of vendetta-driven ploy to get Shister to leave out of exasperation, or B. Further proof that the modern newspaper model has no tolerance for actual news about the news/entertainment industry.

    Was I once told, “No one cares about all that CNN stuff you write about.” Yes. Did I once ask, sarcastically, if they’d rather I write about, “The twelve hottest kisses on MTV?” Uh-huh. Did in fact my bosses respond to that last one with an enthusiastic, lip-smacking, “Yeeesssssss!!!!!” Yup, again.

    But was I ever as good a reporter as Gail Shister? No way. Gail is a battering ram. No one eludes her. If you gathered parts to assemble the best possible media industry reporter you end up with Gail. Every national anchor knows her by her first name and, in my judgment, respects her. Which is different from “liking” her, may I remind you.

    But almost every second-tier and lower paper is stepping back from serious coverage of modern electronic media. This despite what I was always told that readers showed high interest in the goings on at local TV stations and elsewhere. For reader research purposes, TV coverage is often lumped under “gossip”, which is then interchangeable with nattery celebrities, Paris Hilton and Tom Cruise, none of which is under-covered everywhere else.

    My guess is Shister will soon get a call from some “Gawker” like site. My curiosity will be if the Inquirer does the ethical thing and offers her a buy-out.

  • Note to Par: No One Pays for Readership

    OK, it was funny that Par Ridder’s staff memo about graphics guru Monica Moses leaving the Star Tribune appeared on Jim Romenesko’s site before it was sent out to the paper’s employees. But hey, maybe we should see that as a concession to harsh reality. In a prolonged information vacuum, Ridder must know that his (new) staff long ago learned to search outside the building for the first and final words about their fate.

    But what gets the skeptical dogs’ heads shaking is Ridder, a sales guy, trying to slide the old “readership increase” babble passed a group of professional skeptics, people who really do deserve to be fired if they ever fall for sleight-of-hand jargon as lame as that.

    As EVERYONE who works in newspapers today knows, readership has no monetary value. Increased “readership” is impossible to prove. On the other hand, you can prove circulation, which is why the Star Tribune’s advertisers buy based on paid circulation numbers, not some fanciful, in-the-best-of-all-possible-worlds guess-timate.

    But there was young Par, still getting his bearings after abandoning the Pioneer Press for a sturdier vessel, trying to impress his ever more skeptical staff that Ms. Moses’ seven-figure, umpteen month redesign of the Star Tribune, which debuted to a shrug, at best, in October of ’05 … increased readership.

    For the record, using numbers from the Audit Bureau of Circulation and published in the Star Tribune, circulation has DECLINED since the redesign. The Sunday edition is every paper’s cash cow. In 2004 the Sunday Strib had a circulation of 671,275. In 2005 it was 655,198. By 2006 it had dropped to 596,333.

    Ridder would have his employees believe that despite selling far fewer papers MORE people were reading them. If you believe that I’ve got an ’83 Yugo with a salvage title that I’m telling you is one hot chick magnet.

    I’m not arguing that the fall off that last cliff was Moses’ fault, only that a new boss with shaky credibility — Ridder’s principal claim to competence is his proven ability to supervise downsizing and decontenting — does himself no favors with a restless, anxious staff like the Strib’s by serving up stale, transparent bullshit.

  • Crunch Time

    Although it goes against the organization’s general philosophy, it sure seems like Alexi Casilla, the kid the Twins nabbed from the Angels in exchange for J.C. Romero, deserves a spot on the roster when the team breaks camp at the end of the month.

    As much as Terry Ryan and company might want Casilla to play every day at Rochester, the 22-year-old shortstop/second baseman is exactly the kind of player the Twins could use right now, and would seem to have a clear advantage over Luis Rodriguez, except for the fact that Rodriquez has played some third base and Nick Punto is hobbled at the moment and hasn’t had a good spring. Casilla, though, is a switch hitter and a speedster of the sort the Twins haven’t had in a while (he’s six-for-six in stolen base attempts this spring, and had fifty SBs –in sixty attempts– between Fort Myers and New Britain last year). He can spell either Jason Bartlett or Luis Castillo (and Castillo is a notoriously creaky character who’s almost certain to come up lame at some point in the season). The wild card in all this, of course, is Jeff Cirillo, who will likely split time at DH and can play anywhere in the infield in a pinch.

    It looks like the Twins will do the predictable thing and send Casilla to Triple A, but I’ll also wager that he won’t be there for long.

    The battle for slots in the starting rotation has been interesting all along, but with the struggles of Carlos Silva and the strong performances from Boof Bonser, Matt Garza, and Glen Perkins (at least until he scuffled a bit in his last outing), it looks like more of a horse race all the time. Ramon Ortiz has nailed down a spot following Santana, but the other three positions are still apparently up for grabs. I’m supposing the Twins will go ahead and give Sidney Ponson a chance to pitch himself out of the rotation, and Silva, despite his awful spring, will probably get a shot as well, but I don’t see how you could decide between Bonser and Garza for the fifth spot. Hell, a decent argument could be made that either of them should be the third starter.

    What say you?

  • New World vs. Old World

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    Have you read the “manifesto”?

    Last December, some of the most influential men in food wrote what they called “an international agenda for great cooking”. The Fab Four were Ferran Adria of El Bulli, Heston Blumenthal of The Fat Duck, Thomas Keller of The French Laundry and Per Se, and food scientist/author Harold McGee.

    The agenda’s main point is to debunk the term “molecular gastronomy” while celebrating the new horizons of food and technique. They believe that this is an important and historic era of cookery, but they don’t want to be misunderstood by the next generation of chefs.

    They want us to know that they have heart.

    They want it understood that just because they use fancy machines and funky techniques and xanthum gum, it doesn’t mean that passion need be lost. They believe in excellence, integrity, openness, and embracing innovation and evolution. They believe in that marvelous Brillat-Savarin quote: The discovery of a new dish does more for human happiness than the discovery of a new star.

    I’m on board. I’m drinking the kool-aid foam and loving it. My brain is engaged with the New World cooking and I’m headed to Alinea in April to experience the new frontier.

    But tonight, I’m going to Broder’s Pasta Bar. I have been thinking about it for a week now, and I’m really in need of a beautifully crafted pasta dish. I’ve been thinking about the linguine with clams, because the pancetta makes it smokey and the peppers make it spicy. But I’m feeling Springy, so the spaghetti with Star Prairie Farms trout, sweet peas, lemon and basil might call to me. Sitting at the bar, watching the cooks swirl the pans with bright, fresh ingredients, adding the home-made egg pasta at the perfect moment, giving it a toss … that’s cooking to feed the soul.

  • KSTP-TV. It is All About the Balance.

    So I’m watching “Lost” last night, the only network series I make an “appointment” to catch every week, what with all the time I’ve committed to blowing spit wads at Bill O’Reilly. Last night was a big episode. The back story to John Locke, who was crippled and wheel-chair bound until crashing on the island. And I stuck with it pretty good even through ABC’s usual blizzard of commercial breaks, some long enough to walk the dog, wash the car, re-paint the basement and fix a five course snack. (And they wonder why viewership is dropping?)

    Checking back in the room during one of these marathons to see if programming had resumed, I caught either a crawl or a voiced teaser, can’t remember which, from the KSTP, Channel 5, Eyewitness news room. Something about “Al Gore”, “controversial” and “global warming”.

    The teaser worked. Knowing KSTP is, shall we say, “challenged” on the notion of global climate change, i.e. The Hubbards don’t believe in it, I knew I’d have to stay tuned to see the twist KSTP would put on an Al Gore Capitol Hill performance. I was not disappointed.

    So “Lost” signs off and we begin the usual Eyewitness News hit parade of mayhem; near abductions of innocent children, terrified neighborhoods, murders, fear, attempted murders, plagues of venomous snakes, (I’m making that up), and on and on making the Twin Cities sound worse than Al Anbar province until we finally get to reporter Tim Sherno(*) in St. Louis Park. Sherno has a story about one wingnut protesting the city’s plan to show, “An Inconvenient Truth” at some civic venue. The guy is thumping the “teach both sides” argument. You know, like the “theory” of evolution vs. creationism, the “theory” of gravity vs. non-gravity, etc. He is one guy in a basement vs. City Hall — but Eyewitness News smells news and believes in balance. Al Gore movie? A guy in a basement complaining about it. Equal time. That’s, uh, journalism.

    To Sherno’s credit he inserts a clip of the crackpot, “Global Warming is a Fraud”, (not exact title), movie the wingnut wants St. Louis Park to show … as balance. He also points out that … no surprise here … the winger hasn’t bothered to see, “An Inconvenient Truth”, (yet flatly asserts it is partisan, politically motivated, yadda yadda, insert the usual talking points).

    With that as a set-up Cyndy Brucato and Leah McClean intro the Al Gore-before-Congress clip, which has Gore in a chair at a Senate hearing with an unidentified legislator — actually renown bonehead, James Inhofe of Oklahoma — the Senate’s version of a basement dwelling wingnut telling Gore he’s just plain wrong and Gore responding with the analogy of the “planet having a fever”. And that’s enough of that. End of clip. A balanced report. One “theory” refuted in the same breath by one person who says it ain’t so. Another bright night for TV journalism … now over to Dave Dahl. “And say Dave, didn’t it snow a couple weeks ago? So much for all that global warming talk, huh? Ho, ho, ho.”

    Now, in modern, culturally and intellectually fragmented America, where the thinking of the late Nebraska Senator Roman Hruska has born fruit and every group really can have its own set of facts, KSTP is doing a tremendous service to those who don’t want to know much or be sold this global warming-Al Gore-liberal-hoax bill of goods. (Hruska is the man who once argued that mediocre lawyers, people and judges deserved representation from a mediocre supreme court justice, like Nixon nominee, Harold Carswell).

    Of course if you’re “one of those” who watch news to learn more than you already know, you are probably more inclined to accept the findings of the vast preponderance of pedigreed climatologists as opposed to a wingnut or one lunk-headed Senator. If you are, the KSTP version of journalism probably seems a little thin and suspect … which might explain the station’s consistently miserable ratings.

    A wingnut in a basement and a bite-for-bite stand-off between a guy who has studied the issue deeply and one who hasn’t … and that folks is your community service for tonight.

    Not that KSTP was ever in the market for fully-fleshed report on the face off between Gore and the few remaining Congressional Flat Earthers, but it was, by Dana Milbank’s account in the Washington Post’s video section, a lot more interesting and significantly different than KSTP represented it.

    * Because he is lawyered to the teeth, I’m required to credit Sherno with the title of this blog each and every time I mention his name.