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  • Joe Sacco

    The comic book has come a long way since Superman,with graphic novels now (rightfully) garnering literary cred andoccupying their own constantly expanding section at the local Barnes& Noble. But with his unique brand of “cartoon journalism,” Joe Sacco has put his influential stamp on the medium. When Sacco applies his “comic book” treatment to subjects like the occupation of Palestine,war in Bosnia, and the Gulf War, the results are superior works of bothart and reporting. Sacco conducts hundreds of interviews for his books,and tells these personal narratives with feverish mishmashes of framesthat are more evocative and harrowing than most front-page news photos.This month, as part of Walker’s Brave New Worlds political art series and the Rain Taxi reading series, he discusses his approach and inimitable artistic style.

    7 p.m., Walker Art Center, 1750 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-375-7600; $10 (members $8).

  • Melissa Fay Greene

    Melissa Fay Greene made her big splash with National Book Award finalist (and perennial book club favorite) Praying for Sheetrock, a social history of a tiny Georgia county struggling to come to grips with the challenges and ramifications of the Civil Rights movement.In all of her work, Greene combines meticulous historical research withthe dogged chops of a first-rate journalist and the narrative skills ofa novelist. Her most recent book, There Is No Me Without You,is the tale of Haregewoin Teferra, a foster mother in Addis Ababa,Ethiopia, and the AIDS orphans she has raised. At the Weisman, she willbe joined in conversation with Hubert H. Humphrey Institute of PublicAffairs professor Larry Jacobs.

    7:30 p.m., Weisman Art Museum, 333 East River Rd., Minneapolis; 612-625-3363.

  • Paul Krugman

    New York Times columnist and Princeton economist Paul Krugman could have chosen a better title for his new book than The Conscience of a Liberal, which he cribbed from the late Senator Paul Wellstone. (Wellstone himself was riffing off Barry Goldwater’s 1964 book, The Conscience of a Conservative.)Krugman’s book is less a manifesto of liberal ethics than it is adiscourse on practical economics. He takes for granted Wellstone’smoral arguments for socioeconomic equality and concentrates on anempirical defense of liberal policy. Like Wellstone’s book, Krugman’sis unlikely to change conservative minds. But Krugman’s shrewd andaccessible arguments give liberal readers a tool set for arguing pointsthemselves. If you agreed with Wellstone but didn’t quite know why,read Krugman and you will.

    7 p.m., Temple Israel, 2324 Emerson Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-822-4611; free.

     

  • Paul Muldoon

    Paul Muldoon is a curious character, even by artistic standards, andhe’s been on a serious roll of late. To his growing list ofaccomplishments—including ten collections of smart, allusive, and oftenvery funny poetry, as well as a Pulitzer Prize—he recently landed theprestigious (and influential) gig as poetry editor at The New Yorker.That’s all impressive scuttlebutt in the poetry world, but theIrish-born Muldoon also fronts the rock band Rackett, and collaboratedon a song (subsequently recorded by Bruce Springsteen) with the lateWarren Zevon. Muldoon has also penned librettos for three operas,authored four children’s books, and published numerous poetrytranslations. One way or another, it seems highly likely that poetry’s21st century Renaissance man will rock the house.

    7:30 p.m., University of Minnesota, Coffman Union, 300 Washington Ave. S.E., Minneapolis; 612-625-3363; free.

  • The Rant: Cold on Colbert

    (UPDATED 10/22) I am not without a sense of humor (anybody see the Ambiguously Gay Duo/Minneapolis police spoof on SNL Saturday?) and I am a big, big fan of the Jon Stewart-Stephen Colbert week-nightly comedy hour on Comedy Central.

    So why don’t I find this recent “I’m running for president as both a Democrat/Republican in South Carolina” schtick of Colbert’s particularly funny? The rest of the media is just wetting its pants over it, as evidenced by the boatload of press the faux right-winger has generated since he hinted at his big announcement last Tuesday on his pal Stewart’s show, then made the announcement on his own show.

    Nobody’s been more anxious to be in on the joke than the New York Times , which seems particularly devoted to the satirist’s nascent campaign.

    Maureen Dowd appeared to start it all a week ago with the cute trick of turning over her column to him, where he hinted at the pending “news.” This is the same Pulitzer-Prize winning hardballer who turned into a blushing, giggling schoolgirl around Colbert and Stewart during an interview for Rolling Stone last year.

    Colbert’s announcement was followed by a second Times story that intimated that the man was really serious, having placed calls to South Carolina political apparachiks.

    Now today, following Colbert’s appearance on Meet the Press [transcript here]our adored local boy and big time columnist David Carr weighed in on l’affaire Colbert and finally, finally began to peel back the Saran Wrap on this bullshit…even if he did so with the utmost in respect and tenderness.

    Big media was taken to task during the release of “Borat” for playing along with Sacha Baron Cohen’s grotesque character rather than forcing Cohen himself to the forefront of interviews. The media hung its head in shame–kind of–and the movie went on to make gazillions at the box office. Now it appears that hangover has subsided and it’s once again time to report sham as news and vice versa, and send Colbert’s book sales and ratings soaring.

    Steve, my plea borrows some infamous words from your buddy Jon: Stop. Stop. Stop hurting America.

    Stop helping mainstream media behave like fawning wannabe-cool assholes. Stop. Go do your show. Sell your book–you’ve got a platform most authors would kill for.

    I’m seriously trying to figure out whether the stock market’s going down the tubes, if we’re about to bomb the shit out of Iran, and which actual presidential candidate is worthy of my attention. Frankly, all your dicking around is distracting formerly reputable journalists from doing their jobs. It was cute when Pat Paulson did it–everyone knew he was kidding.

    I’m not even sure half your viewers know that your show is a spoof, let alone your candidacy. That’s the scariest development of all, if you continue with this bit.

    LAMBERT:
    I have to add this, from hyper-glossy Portfolio mag. It pretty well echoes Deborah’s take on the Colbert campaign.

    LAMBERT: Oh boy. The wagon is rolling. Now there’s this from Gawker.com. And this from Huffington Post.

    RYBAK: They can eat my dust. Cool, gives Jimmy and his buddy others to yell at….

  • Should We Care What the Weather Anchors Think?

    While hunkered down at the cabin over the long MEA weekend watching a monsoon-like system refill northeast Minnesota rivers and lakes I had to laugh at a front-page (above-the-fold) story in the Duluth News Tribune. It seems Duluth NBC affiliate weatherman Karl Spring, formerly of KSTP and WFTC here in the Twin Cities thinks Al Gore is “a left wing nut” with “an agenda”. At least that’s what he said on a panel discussion on a Twin Ports public radio show.

    Tsk, tsk. Mr. Spring’s response to the kerfuffle he set off and the News Tribune’s interest has been to tuck it in, keep his head down and bury himself in five-day forecasts. No further comments have been forthcoming, no doubt on strict orders from his superiors.

    But I kind of like the fact he said what he thinks. I don’t agree with him for a second, especially if his “Al Gore is a left wing nut” rant is code — as it seems to be — for disparaging the human effects of global climate change. But at least he had the guts — OK, more likely the “imprudence” — to say what he believes about an issue of greater relevance than whether the kiddies should wear their galoshes at the bus stop in the morning.

    Not that I look to TV weather people for any great depth of science, much less a political point of view. But the perhaps sad fact is that for a lot of folks the TV weather anchor is their most frequent interface with meteorological science. With that in mind, and with climate change as profound an issue to everyone as it is (with or without Al Gore, although Gore’s knee-jerk adversaries seem incapable of separating the two), it seems valid to me that those charming, glib people clicking through the weather maps offer a clue to their, uh, educated opinion on climate change.

    I’ve mentioned this before, but here in the Twin Cities, WCCO’s Paul Douglas is, for all intents and purposes, alone in his unconditional view that climate change is upon us, it is serious and human activity is a key component. This is to Douglas’s eternal credit and, to my mind anyway, greatly enhances his credibility. His primary competitors … eh, not so much.

    It would be fascinating to hear Douglas, KSTP’s Dave Dahl (or Chikage Windler), or KARE’s Belinda Jensen or Fox’s Ian Leonard on say, Kerri Miller’s MPR show talking seriously about the yeas and nays of climate change. Conventional wisdom says that any weather anchor at KSTP knows better than to wade into any “pro-Gore”-like thinking about climate change. Stanley Hubbard the boss of KSTP, after all, has actually produced his own documentary suggesting “global warming” is rank alarmism at best, and a hoax at worse. (And good luck finding a link to that gem on the KSTP website.)

    Over at KARE, where according to the well-tuned Gannett formula, they have perfected the game of never offending anyone, the educated, professional opinions of weather department employees are blocked by well-tailored socks in their mouths.

    Oh, and do I have to even mention that Mr. Spring, up in Duluth, concedes he hasn’t even seen Gore’s movie?

    BTW: Relative to Mr. Spring, here is a fascinating column from the Baltimore Sun collecting reader response to the news story on Gore winning the Nobel Peace Prize.

    Frankly, fear of exactly this kind of vicious, almost unhinged reaction is what prevents your average timorous weather anchor from saying anything about climate change.

  • Go Ahead And Swear Him In

    Hey, Presidential wannabes, it’s time to cry uncle. You’re all toast.

    Chuck Norris: King Maker

  • More Market!

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    This from Patty Brand, the Maven of the Friends of the St. Paul Farmers’ Market:

    Many of you may know that there was a groundbreaking ceremony for the Indoor Market Hall/Market Flats Project in mid September. Since then work has progressed on digging the hole. We have waited considerable time for this to happen and now we can watch as the building is constructed. The Market should be ready for the growers/producers of the St. Paul Farmers’ Market in time for next fall and the coming years.

    But that doesn’t mean you should forget the market until next Fall … from now through December you can find onions, potatoes, carrots, brussel sprouts, cauliflower, squash, pumpkins, apples, lettuce, cabbage, poultry, chocolates, breads, cheeses, leeks, beef, pork, lamb, wild rice, beef jerky, flowers, eggs, honey, jams, maple syrup, and more! Doesn’t that sound like a Thanksgiving round-up?

    Now through Nov 17th … Saturdays, 6am – 1pm
    Wed Nov 21 … 12 noon – 6pm Turkey delivery date (you can still order your fresh turkey, it’s not too late!)
    Dec 1 through April 19th … Saturdays, 9am – 12 noon

    As the winter descends, chillier mornings will drive some of the producers inside Jim Golden’s Deli just West of the market across Wall St.

    Shop on!

  • Fractured Jib-Jabbery Of The Usual Sort

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    Snapshots from a drive home from work while listening to the new Ween album, which is fantastic if you like Ween, and I do:

    Three shiny balloons trapped in the branches of a tree above a baseball diamond.

    A long strip of aluminum foil tumbling like an acrobatic hallucination down the middle of LaSalle Avenue.

    A shirtless man wearing a sombrero and laughing ecstatically while trotting along beside a prancing little dog outfitted (I’m guessing against its will) in a purple vest.

    An old woman, holding a little girl’s hand at a street corner, bending down to clearly hiss something in the girl’s ear, and then whacking her on the head with what appeared to be a Bible.

    A fireman dozing off in a lawn chair in front of a fire station.

    An awkward young woman alternately lurching and tip-toeing along on roller blades.

    A teenage boy sucking a hickey into his girlfriend’s neck at a bus stop bench.

    Mormons on mountain bikes, poking through things at a garage sale.

    A pitiable spectacle involving an ancient hunchbacked man and a microwave oven he was apparently trying to carry home.

    Two hearses lined up at the entrance to a senior citizen center.

    A man I recognized as my old friend Clammy Reese, wearing threadbare golf togs and toting a bag of clubs, standing at a busy intersection with a sign that read: “Indulge me, why don’t you? Winter’s coming and green fees ain’t free. God bless you, I guess.”

    A sandwich shop with this modest slogan painted on the window: “The Best Sandwiches We Know How To Make –That’s A Promise!”

    Hundreds of geese in a supermarket parking lot, from the looks of things holding some kind of meeting, probably having to do with a planned trip south. Do geese in fact fly south for the winter? I don’t know why they wouldn’t.

    An inexplicable billboard: “Music is Not a Priority in Unhappy Lives.”

    An morose-looking young mother watching her two children burying themselves in the playground sand, and thinking (or so I imagined): “Deeper.”

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  • Everything is Change

    ART
    Win, Place, Show

    0710emerging.jpgA prosthetic arm covered with gilt and pink Swarovski crystals. A photograph of a suburban treehouse whose tree is being dismantled. A line — nothing more, nothing less — that runs across the gallery floor, busts through a floor-to-ceiling window and, thus liberated, continues through the city to … well, you go follow it and find out (note – you’ll be walking for upwards of an hour). These works, by Ernest Arthur Bryant III, Brian Lesteberg, and Marcus Young, respectively, are part of the annual MCAD/Jerome Artists Exhibition, which brings together new work from five Jerome Foundation fellows. It’s always an interesting mix of up-and-coming artists; this time it’s weighted toward conceptual and/or relational art and rounded out by Cherith Lundin’s captivating but minimal paintings of interior domestic spaces, and Monica Sheets’ subversive exhibit-within-an-exhibit, bringing together some of her fellow artists who applied for but were not awarded the fellowship. –Julie Caniglia

    Through November 25, MCAD Gallery, 2501 Steven Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-874-3667.

    BOOKS & AUTHORS
    Feminist Waves, Feminist Generations

    0710feminist.jpgFinally, a book about feminism that doesn’t resort to the counter-productive tradition of pitting generations against each other, rather than exploring a cohesive development. Feminist Waves, Feminist Generations examines the life stories of contemporary feminist scholars, illustrating how feminism develops unevenly over time and across institutions. This afternoon, join contributing editors Jennifer Pierce, from the University of Minnesota, and Karla Erickson, from Grinnell College, for a discussion of their new book. They’ll be signing copies following the discussion.

    2 p.m., University of Minnesota Bookstores, 300 Washington Ave. S.E., Coffman Memorial Union, Minneapolis; 612-625-6564; free.

    LECTURE
    The Meaning of Equal Protection

    0710kgreen.jpgWhenever the question of journalistic objectivity emerges, Linda Greenhouse’s name is never far behind. While her reports, per se, have not been called into question, Greenhouse has been both scolded and lauded for her political views, her civic participation, and for simply voicing her opinion. God forbid! As a long-time U.S. Supreme Court correspondent for The New York Times, Greenhouse has taken a stand on some of the most controversial issues, including abortion. Today, the University of Minnesota is honored to have Greenhouse here for the law school’s Horatio Ellsworth Kellar Distinguished Visitors Lecture. Greenhouse’s lecture, “What Would Justice Powell Do? The ‘Alien Children’ Case and the Meaning of Equal Protection,” will explore the current debate over the rights of non-citizens in this country to receive a free public education. Basing her research on the 1982 Plyer v. Doe case, Greenhouse will examine Justice Powell’s decision and what it means for us today.

    3:30 p.m., Willey Hall, 225 19th Ave. S., University of Minnesota, Minneapolis; 612-624-6338; free.

    Glass Carpenter

    0710carpenter.jpgThe Madision Square Garden renovation in New York. The Daniel Patrick Moynihan Station in New York. The Israel Museum in Jerusalem. The Smithsonian National Portrait Museum expansion in Washington, D.C. The Gucci Ginza building in Tokyo, Japan. The Luminous Pier in Chattanooga, Tennessee. The American University of Beirut in Lebanon. The Reflective Clerestory Sculpture in our very own General Mills Atrium. These are all designs by James Carpenter. You’ll notice one consistent feature across all of his work, and that’s the overwhelming presence of glass. A glass artist at heart, Carpenter is also partly responsible for the design of the new 7 World Trade Center building, across from the ground zero site of the original World Trade Center. Come hear him speak this evening as part of the International Artist Series.

    7 p.m., Minnesota History Center Auditorium, Minnesota History Center, 345 Kellogg Blvd. W., St. Paul; free.

    FILM
    Kiss Me Deadly

    0710kissme2.jpgThe Parkway’s Monday night film noir series continues this evening with one of my all-time favorites, Kiss Me Deadly. “Blood-Red Kisses. White-Hot Thrills! Mickey Spillane’s Latest H-Bomb!” From the opening credits, which run backwards, this Robert Aldrich film continues to surprise. His is no ordinary hero, not even for film noir. No, the typical film noir hero is rough around the edges, but seldom as perverse as Aldrich’s Mike Hammer. At the core, this guy is nothing more than a thug, a dumb brute. It’s film noir sans Hollywood glam, no beautiful-timed Zippos and witty quips — just a raw film that makes for a great anti-nuclear parable.

    8 p.m., Parkway Theatre, 4814 Chicago Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-822-3030; $6.

    Nothing but the Truth

    0710niketruth.jpgWhen Nike does something, they go all out. That we know well enough. For the past six years, they’ve been actively engaged in the skateboarding scene with Nike SB. A now, of course, they’ve stepped it up with a groundbreaking film: Nothing but the Truth. See it tonight.

    8 p.m., Varsity Theater, 1308 4th St. S.E., Minneapolis; 612-604-0222; free.