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  • You Gotta Love This … Strib v. City Pages

    Just one question here. You’re a big city newspaper manager. Why declare a letter to a rival editor “Not for Publication” and then copy a dozen reporters, several if not all of whom have little reason to be sympathetic to your argument? Have you perhaps not heard of the internets? You know, the thing with all those tubes?

    For your edification. An e-mail exchange between Monica Moses of the Star Tribune and Steve Perry of City Pages.

    Here is the City Pages package on the Strib sale.

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    From: Monica Moses [mailto:mmoses@startribune.com]
    Sent: Friday, January 12, 2007 3:35 PM
    To: Letters
    Cc: Anders Gyllenhaal; Doug Grow; Derek Simmons; Mike Meyers; Pamela Miller; Rochelle A. (News) Olson; Steve Brandt; Scott Gillespie
    Subject: letter to editor, NOT FOR PUBLICATION

    To the editor (NOT FOR PUBLICATION):

    It’s tiresome to have to correct some of the biggest leaps of logic in City Pages’ recent coverage of the Star Tribune sale. But here goes.

    It’s true that Star Tribune daily circulation declined 4.7% between 2001 and 2006. But guess what? That’s the third best record among Top 20 local U.S. newspapers, behind only The New York Post and The New York Daily News. Compare our five-year decline with that of the Boston Globe (down 17.3%), the Detroit Free Press (down 18.4%), the Los Angeles Times (down 20.3%), the San Francisco Chronicle (down 22.5%) or Newsday (down 25.7%).

    Since 2004, the Star Tribune has deliberately reduced circulation sponsored by a third party by 20%, which accounts for a significant piece of the decline.

    It’s hardly the case that the 2005 redesign caused some kind of notable circulation drop. Furthermore, circulation is not a terribly reliable indicator of how a newspaper is doing with its readers. Circulation is still the prevailing metric among U.S. newspapers, in large part because the big advertisers on the Audit Board of Circulation like it that way. Circulation declines mean cheaper ad rates.

    Newspapers in Canada moved from circulation to readership some years ago, and the most respected researchers in the United States think readership is a more meaningful indicator of a newspaper’s value among its readers. Circulation measures how many newspapers have been somehow pressed into the hands of readers. Readership measures how deeply and frequently readers actually engage with your content –how many people are actually reading.

    And that’s where you’ll find the real story of the Star Tribune following the redesign. Readership increased 2.3 percentage points, or 6%, in the six months following the redesign, according to Scarborough Research. That’s the first increase since 2002 and the biggest jump since 1996.

    Monica Moses
    Star Tribune
    NOT FOR PUBLICATION

    >>> >>> “Steve Perry” 1/12/2007 4:02:31 PM >>>

    *Why* not for publication, Monica? Because it’s not exactly immune to rebuttal?
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    From: Monica Moses [mailto:mmoses@startribune.com]
    Sent: Fri 1/12/2007 4:16 PM
    To: Letters; Steve Perry
    Cc: Anders Gyllenhaal; Doug Grow; Derek Simmons; Mike Meyers; Pamela Miller; Rochelle A. (News) Olson; Steve Brandt; Scott Gillespie
    Subject: RE: letter to editor, NOT FOR PUBLICATION

    Ha. I have absolute faith in my argument.
    The letter is not for publication because I am not the newspaper’s spokesperson. Moreover, your publication has not proven itself to be honorable in accepting criticism and looking at facts that don’t fit a preconceived, predictable, cynical, narrow portrait of the Star Tribune. Your motives are not pure. You can’t be trusted to do the right thing with the information.

    Monica Moses
    Star Tribune

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    From: Steve Perry
    Sent: Fri 1/12/2007 4:36 PM
    To: Monica Moses; Letters
    Cc: Anders Gyllenhaal; Doug Grow; Derek Simmons; Mike Meyers; Pamela Miller; Rochelle A. (News) Olson; Steve Brandt; Scott Gillespie
    Subject: RE: letter to editor, NOT FOR PUBLICATION

    I’ve always heard that you were a first-rate suck-up.

    Ha yourself.

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  • Comedy and Tragedy

    This is how Peter Schilling and Brad Zellar really feel about today’s arts and entertainment happenings:

    On the film Notes on a Scandal, which Schilling deemed “damn good”:

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    On the Lyle Lovett-John Hiatt-Joe Ely-Guy Clark show:

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  • That Notorious Clear Channel Story …

    Here’s an interesting look from Slate’s Jack Shafer into the notorious incident up in Minot, North Dakota a few years ago when a train derailment threatened the city with a poisonous vapor cloud, but authorities couldn’t alert the population because all the Clear Channel-owned stations were on robot control …

  • 60 Minutes

    I don’t know who looked less credible on last night’s edition of “60 Minutes”, George W. Bush or the president of Duke University, but the CBS News crew deserves a shout out for allowing both men to present their case regardless of how anemic each was.
    It is fashionable to avoid ever complimenting bigfooting mainstream media for doing a decent job on a truly influential public figure. Presidential interviews in particular are generally way too deferential. And God knows history is not being kind to network news orgs and major newspapers for the way they capitulated in the face of Bush’s sky-high approval ratings prior to the Iraq invasion. (A failure I fully expect them to commit again, the next time a popular politician scams the public as baldy.)
    Anyway, when you write about the MSM some unwritten law of cynicism says you’re supposed to niggle, I guess.
    But Scott Pelley I thought got as much out of Bush as I would ever expect from a network correspondent allowed the kind of access Karl Rove has been cooking up for certain key media outlets as he desperately seeks support for Bush’s escalation in Iraq. (Pelley even declined to use the word “surge” in his knee-to-knee interview with Bush at Camp David, hitting him instead with the far more precise, “escalation”.)
    Sure, Pelley could have wiped Bush’s face with a long list of outright lies and distortions the guy has engaged in — from Iraq to Intelligent Design to Kenny Boy Lay to Global Warming — but Pelley’s not Noam Chomsky and CBS isn’t TPM Muckraker.
    What struck me was how Bush brought nothing new to his rationale for continuing the fight with US troops, and his weirdly rigid gait and stance as Pelley and he did the strolling-interview shtick around Camp David. You’d think Rove or somebody would be working with Bush full time, especially in the aftermath of his stiff, discomforting demeanor in the actual primetime speech last week. If nothing else, at least fake an appearance of confidence.
    I’m sorry, I think Bush is losing it. (Pelley asked him as much.) The smirk never did anything for me, but I think Zoloft zombie when I watch him now.
    BTW, let me go on record here, or in any betting pool anyone wants to start, and say that I see the prospect of a bonafide constitutional crisis if Bush and Cheney try to gin up some kind of Gulf of Tonkin rationale for attacking Iran. If they try something like that the only people willing to support him will be the talk radio choir, a gang of cynical bullshit artists that would rally behind him if announced he was deporting everyone lacking a first generation northern European bloodline.
    But ask yourself, if Bush tries something militarily, based on his interpretation of “presidential authority”, how far would you be from accepting/consenting to a state sponsored coup d’etat?
    As for the Duke president … pitiful chump. His position in the first hours of the rape charges against the lacrosse players was not enviable. He had every good reason to trust the DA — the now wholly discredited Mr. Nifong — but clearly overreacted to the roar of black activists and handed down highly punitive judgment well before all the facts were known.
    The whole case is another example of the work left to be done in applying reason and perspective to race relations in this country. Fundamental to every individual and institution, particularly a toney institution like Duke, is the fear of being charged as racist. Like pedophilia, that sort of thing doesn’t wash off easily. As a consequence, you get frightened, ill-considered, media appearance-driven decision-making like we see at Duke.

  • Tax Season: Opening Night

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    My friend Adam and I were musing, while en route to this party, that our tax accountant is probably the only such one who can get rock stars and top artists to show up at his party. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that his new digs double as an art gallery. And just as we suspected, the event turned out to be a who’s who of the local music and art scenes. When finally Adam and I got face time with the man of the evening, he looked me over blankly (didn’t recognize me) and turning to Adam, enthusiastically asked, “So, are you traveling much these days?” The tax man had obviously mistaken Adam for another of his clients, for Adam is rarely able to indulge in travel. Slightest by the hippest tax accountant alive!

  • Bored

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    Bored bored bored? Bored of hunkering down in your house? Bored of all the movies on TBS?

    You could have been a Russian Czarina, sloshing in vodka and noshing on blini. They managed to be glamorous in Siberia, why can’t you?

    The “culinary outings” from the Outing Lodge in Stillwater are some of the most creative takes on the big dinner. This past weekend they rang in the Russian New Year with a re-enactment of the last dinner hosted by Czar Nikolas in his Winter Palace. Borscht, pheasant, caviar, vodka? Better than stale popcorn and pizza delivery.

    They’ve made a actual Babette’s Feast, hosted a traditional English Christmas dinner with roast goose, played croquet in a tribute to Monet’s luncheon on the grass and celebrated German food and engineering with a Mercedes chat and chew.

    Looking ahead they have Valentine’s and Mardi Gras events, a Tuscan spring menu and a meal and chat inspired by Paris in the 20’s and Papa Hem’s A Moveable Feast hosted by Lynne Rosetto Kaspar.

  • Whatever It Takes …

    A nagging techno-glitch has had the mighty Lambert mainframe down for a few days. Anyone out there who knows a sure-fire, never fail fix for preventing a router from crashing the cable internet connection, drop me a line.

    As on election night, I spent the post-Bush “surge” speech with MSNBC. Since Fox is … well, Fox … and useful only as a window into the White House spin room, and CNN wouldn’t say “feces” if it had a mouthful, the Chris Matthews-Keith Olbermann act is my idea of the going gold standard in cable chatter. Besides, damn me to hell, but I love so splendid a clash of titanic egos.

    Not to be a complete sexist swine, but watching Keith and Chris maneuver for higher ground is like watching a couple society divas duel for preeminence at a power lunch. See, the thrust of top end jewelry! Watch, the parry of the finest cosmetic surgery hedge fund money can buy!

    Olbermann has been where he has been since Bush Co. started taking this thing — this Iraq-muddled-with-terror thing — over the cliff five years ago. That said, his latest “Special Comment” was unusually angry/passionate, which is damned refreshing, even if it is garnering him ratings. But what was noteworthy was Matthews, who, in answering a simple question from Olbermann about the White House’s political strategy, delivered his own angry stemwinder, lacerating the neo-cons and snapping at the end that it isn’t so much what Bush knows that we don’t, but rather what we know that Bush doesn’t. (Olbermann gives that rhetoric another twist in his “Special Comment” by wondering if even Bush knows what Bush knows.)

    There may be some degree of theatrical shtick to this burst of passion, but I’m not one to complain. This isn’t Nancy Grace harping on some missing teenager, or homicidal husband, or Sean Hannity gasbagging Nancy Pelosi’s winery. Iraq is a monumental disaster and its encouraging to see someone in the MSM, say so … loudly.

  • Good Intentions Do Not A Great War Film Make

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    Letters From Iwo Jima, 2006. Directed by Clint Eastwood, written by Iris Yamashita. Starring Kazunari Ninomiya, Ken Watanabe, Tsuyoshi Ihara, Ryo Kase, Shido Nakamura, and Hiroshi Watanabe.

    Now showing at the Uptown Theater.

    During World War II, the Marines used to tell their recruits that they were being trained so hard so that they might be able to survive the worst that the enemy would throw at them. “You live for your country,” they preached. “Let the other guy die for his.”

    The Japanese soldiers in Letters From Iwo Jima were undoubtedly trained to be tough as well, but were they told to live for their country? According to my shallow understanding of history, and this film, they pretty much knew they were going to die. They dug trenches and then tunnels in Iwo Jima, scraping and clawing past the loose black volcanic dirt and into the hard rock, burrowing deep down into the island whose tactical promise seemed dubious at best. Like the Americans, many of these were citizen soldiers, bakers and horsemen, destined, we know, to die in this rotten battle.

    There is one moment of crazy brilliance in Letters From Iwo Jima, when an officer abandons a unit he considers to be cowardly. The man wants to have an honorable death, so he straps some mines on his body, storms away from a group of baffled and terrified soldiers, and lays down amongst some American corpses in the hopes that a tank will plow over him, detonating the mines. Amongst the dead, in the wicked heat and stench, he waits and waits and waits, staring up at the bleak sky as buzzards circle overhead. Unbelievably, he will survive. Is he unlucky? Or, in his survival, has he found redemption?

    Letters From Iwo Jima is the second of Clint Eastwood’s Iwo Jima saga, and, unfortunately, it is by far the weakest of the two. Letters is a profoundly noble effort, and the saga is notable if only for the fact that, just a few years ago, it probably couldn’t even have been made. Who would think that one of America’s premiere directors would make a motion picture celebrating a former–and, in many cases, still loathed–enemy? Unfortunately, Letters is a rather dull film, and worst of all, it lacks insight into its characters. The Japanese in this film are a purely American invention, a people who do not, in any way, seem to embrace their country’s philosophy. The hero doesn’t want to be there, the soldiers are not brutal, and if you go by this movie, Americans and Japanese would all just get along if only there weren’t this damn war. And its final revelation–that surviving, and finding redemption as a POW–doesn’t give us any glimpse at the still mysterious (to me, and I imagine many Americans) belief that it was more noble to die.

    There is virtually no plot in Letters From Iwo Jima. What story there is concerns the arrival of General Tadamichi Kuribayashi (played by the great Ken Watanabe) who is trying to instill some intelligence to the defense of this island. Contrasting this is the struggle of Saigo (Kazunari Ninomiya), a young private, a former baker whose wife and child wait for him to return from the war–a war that we know very few returned from.

    Saigo is a young man who truly does not want to be there. This kid has a fresh and friendly face, a young fellow who could be described as happy-go-lucky. Ninomiya is an odd choice for a lead actor on which the moral gravity of the film is laid upon. This guy doesn’t care about Japan’s reasons for war, wants to live, but doesn’t even possess the desperate need to survive. Mostly he’s lucky, pulled out of this jam or that by the General. He is also not a noble idiot, in the Candide sense… really, Saigo is a cipher, and Letters becomes more and more frustrating as men who do have strong beliefs–like the colonel who seeks to blow himself up under a tank–are shuffled away for us to focus on Saigo and his memories of home.

    What do the Japanese think of this film? Certainly, it’s a great idea for Eastwood to show our former enemy in new light. The problem, as I see it, is that the Japanese are not at all real. Virtually all of our heroes have decent reasons for defending the island to the death–to save children, etc. The Japanese here are altogether too noble, barely getting their dander up in the face of this defeat. When an American soldier is captured, he’s not tortured (as one was in Flags of Our Fathers), but treated with the little medicine the Japanese have even for themselves, and the men come to realize that they’re very similar to this strange American. That’s well and fine, but if you’re going to show these men as being a people who would rather commit suicide than surrender, they remain enigmatic.

    Great war films are intense, and in my mind great war films are also insane, and come to grips with that madness. Paths of Glory, Apocalypse Now, even moments of the overrated Saving Private Ryan showed how utterly demented war can be. People went berserk during the Battle of Iwo Jima, they went mad, and when they did it was not pretty. Both Flags of Our Fathers and Letters From Iwo Jima don’t spare us blood and guts, but they do spare us the insanity of combat. Which is why Letters falls so short of being great.

    Someday, perhaps, someone will make a great film from the Japanese perspective. There are great movies about the Germans–Das Boot is one. Until then, Letters From Iwo Jima serves, perhaps, as a necessary, though clumsy, first step.

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  • Someone's Shining Hour

    Skipping all the way to Sunday, not because I want to wish away my weekend but because there’s a concert I’ve long looked forward to: Vocalist Christine Rosholt, a woman of excellent taste who was once a featured reader in our magazine (sorry, no link; it’s not online), is leading a tribute to Harold Arlen, the fellow most famous for writing Dorothy’s showstopper, Somewhere Over The Rainbow. I read this fascinating profile of Arlen in the New Yorker a while back, and I’ve been awfully curious about him ever since. How helpful it will be to have his life’s work sang out before me.

  • Put Down Your Guns Before I Tell You This

    Unlike Demi Moore, Emperor George has no clothes.

    I’ve just corresponded with my friend, the mother of two sons with the Minnesota National Guard brigade in Iraq. She chatted online with them both yesterday, after they’d received the news that their tour would be extended by our fearless leader.

    Nothing funny about that really. The Minnesota Guard contingent is the only Guard combat unit in Iraq right now. News in the paper today was that another of their number had been killed. Ironically, the headline said Sgt. James M. Wosika had been killed just two months short of the end of his tour. Sergeant Wosika never got to hear the news that his tour had been extended.

    What is funny, though, is that according to my friend’s sons, the Minnesota troops were called into formation, then ordered to put down their weapons and ammunition. Only then were they given the news that they’d be carrying those weapons and ammo for an undetermined, extended time.

    There was an editor’s note in this month’s Vanity Fair (the editor’s note is not online–you’ll have to spring for a paper copy) in which Graydon Carter comments on a previous story the mag had done on George Bush. It contained anecdotes of how Bush, even when he played tennis, was a spoiled brat who refused to allow a game to end until he’d won. If the opponent won, it was best two out of three. If the opponent won the second game, it was best three of five, etc.

    Seems like Georgie’s bratty obsession will carry on until we all lose.