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  • Honesty and Illness Aren't Restricted to Lifetime

    Canvasthefilm.jpgAfter a reasonably successful short (Lena’s Spaghetti) in the Telluride Film Festival, Director Joseh Greco set out to make “a film about mental illness that was not only true to [his] experience, but also universal” — an emotionally honest look at schizophrenia. I’ll spare you all the plot details, which on paper (or screen) might inaccurately portray a typical Lifetime movie. I assure you, the schizophrenic mother is not played by Meredith Baxter Birney. Canvas is raw and real, telling the beautiful and painful tale of ten-year-old Chris Marino (played by newcomer Devon Gearhart), his dysfunctional family, and the bizarre and somehow admirable relationship that develops between the boy and his father in the midst of crisis.

    7:30 p.m., Oak Street Cinema, 309 Oak St. S.E., Minneapolis; $8 (seniors $6, members/students $5).

  • Has Anyone Seen My Nukes?

    The Military Times is reporting that 6 Nuclear warheads were accidentally flown from North Dakota to Louisiana on August 30. The best part of the story is that no one noticed the warheads were missing until the flight landed. D’oh.

  • A Mercedes for the Mountain

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    Dah car ees guut. The pic is smoll.

    I have always been a bigger fan of vertical speed than the horizontal kind. Nothing beats a hurl down the hill under one’s own power. As we approach winter I will be waxing about this most excellent of all sports. (Ski racing in paticular, the last remaining sport I know of that is devoid of politics as it is just you and the clock.)

    Getting to the hill in style is another matter altogether. I have found over the years that small estate wagons are the best transport. You can drive them to the hill and then drive home at breakneck speeds home once the snow melts.

    After a hiatus of uninspired models, Mercedes is back on top with its geist-scorching new C class. I have included a European press shot above. It reflects Mercedes’ updated design language, with design cues from the new S-Class sedan and R-Class crossover. I have both seen and driven it and I pronounce it the new King of Wagon Hill.

  • A little Jersey armpit

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    So I’m talking to my friend Schneider today and he asks, “Are you watching Wine Library TV?”

    “Damn,” I think to myself. “I guess it’s time to bite the bullet and get cable.”

    First I find out there’s this show on HBO featuring dysfunctional couples having real sex; not good sex, mind you, and never the complete sex act, but real, graphic scenes of unsatisfying attenuated sex. Not that I think I’d want to see that. But if everyone else has the option of watching crabby, unhappy people having bad sex, I think I might want to have the option, too. And now Schneider, former blog master of Wine Commando and a man I trust on the topic of wine like no other, seemed to be telling me there was an entire station devoted to wine TV.

    This was, however, a misunderstanding.

    In fact, Wine Library TV is on the web, free for everyone with a broadband connection to watch. Each 15-minute “show” features a ferrety young New Jersey guy named Gary Vaynerchuk (pictured above) who appears to be broadcasting out of his parents’ basement rec room. Think of this as the Wayne’s World of wine media. Vaynerchuk uses words like “poopy” and “Jersey armpit” to describe what he smells and/or tastes. When a wine starts well but has a disappointing finish, he dubs it a “Netflix” — good until the last few scenes.

    This man uses a Jets beer bucket to spit, has toy figures strewn around his decanting space, and draws little cartoons on the green board behind his head — Blue’s Clues-style — to illustrate the theme of the day. What’s more, he is weirdly addictive.

    The best part? The segment I watched today was #308, so I’m betting there are 307 others I can watch back-to-back — say — over the weekend. And I don’t even have to get cable TV, unless I want to see that bad, bad sex.

  • Flu-inducted stupor or fall/spring fashions?

    Sorry to have disappeared for the past several days. I’ve been nursing some frightful, flu-like symptoms that, sadly, have kept me off my game. But I would like to acknowledge that, yes, I’m aware that New York Fashion Week is in swing. No, I am not among the attendees … But from what I’ve seen so far, here’s my unasked for, half-informed assessment of the collections: Yawn! I’d sooner stay in to watch movies than wear a humdrum tailored suit or bidness dress to Saturday’s rockin’ cocktail party. And this other thing: Hold it with the talk of fashion’s “return to feminism,” already! Fashion is, like a lot of art, driven by commerce, you see. It can do nothing so radical as, say, a unison of women demanding that their male friends stop using feminine nouns and adjectives to degrade one another. (Trust me, it’s not so bad being a pussy.) When did covering the female form become akin to feminism, anyhow? Me, I like to call that prudishness, but then again, I didn’t mind showing a mile of leg in this summer’s micro babydoll dress, either. And if I’m going to wear neutral tones, they better damn well be see-through. (I layer.) Have I mentioned that I might have the flu? Carry on, then.

  • Insults with Class

    This is absolutely brilliant — so simple, and so beautifully base. Check out the Shakespearean Insulter, “thou lumpish hell-hated popinjay!”

  • WCCO-TV News Director to Leave (UPDATED)

    This morning’s rumor has Jeff Kiernan leaving his job as news director at WCCO-TV for an upgrade in Boston.

    As the hacks says … “Developing”.

    (Update) It is now confirmed. Kiernan, news director for ‘CCO since 2003, will exit here on the 19th and begin work on the 24th in Boston for the two CBS owned-and-operated stations, WBZ and Channel 38. Former WCCO (and KSTP) GM, Ed Piette is currently the resident boss for those two operations. Boston is the country’s seventh-largest media market, the Twin Cities are 14th.

    I spoke with Kiernan a few moments ago. Having covered some colossal clunker news directors over the years I have no problem at all in saying that Kiernan, who did 20 years in Milwaukee before coming here, is one of the brighter and more thoughtful newsroom managers to work these towns in the last 20 years. He is a careful, fellow, however.

    At a moment when new media and internet-TV convergence imperils local TV news at least as much as newspapers, Kiernan has demonstrated politically dexterity in maintaining ‘CCO’s reputation as the first-stop for breaking news amid serious financial pressures from parent company Viacom, Inc.

    I asked Kiernan if he could be objective now about the qualitative differences between the cities’ four TV news shops. In my opinion very little separates the news-gathering/story-telling abilities of KARE, WCCO and KSTP, with KMSP, depending on the reporter, just slightly back. Yet audience habits are deeply ingrained. When the bridge collapsed WCCO drew the bulk of the audience share during prime time, but KARE claimed the 10 pm news while KSTP did a terrific job staying on it round the clock — an advantage to not having distant corporate masters to answer to.

    Kiernan took the, “there is tremendous quality in the Minneapolis St. Paul [TV news] market” angle, which was a little disappointing, but entirely arguable if you’ve ever watched the follies that play night after night in markets as huge as Los Angeles, for example. “I have a great deal of respect for KARE, KSTP and KMSP,” he said. “They each, I think, offer very distinct choices, and each produces quality.”

    Ok, so he’s not going to call anyone a demented rat bastard.

    How about how many reporters and photographers he’d add to WCCO to bring it up to his ideal staff level?

    “Well, you know, even if I had 10 more reporters and 10 more photographers there would still be times when I’d say I didn’t have enough. But as the business continues to evolve, you simply have to be realistic. This is a business. And in some places we’re seeing audience declines and advertising revenue declines. There is a tremendous amount of change out there. I choose to be realistic and acknowledge that.”

    I told him that from my perspective very few news directors stay in their jobs, much less get promoted up, by constantly complaining about a lack of resources.

    “You have to be realistic,” he repeated.

    And give me an idea, I asked, how much change you see coming in the look and tone of local TV newscasts over the next, say, seven years.

    “Seven years! I’d shorten that up to a year from now, or even six months. Issues of convergence, new media and things we know nothing about today will have a significant impact on this business.”

    My point was the static formatics of local TV news, the mom and dad anchor “teams”, the strict allotment of time to weather and sports, the whole “Leave it to Beaver” atmosphere that so often reminds you of something dug out of a time capsule. You’d think by it is a shtick long overdue for serious re-invention.

    I didn’t really expect Kiernan, a realistic TV news businessman, to agree with me and say, “You know, you’re absolutely right. This stuff is so hopelessly cornball it couldn’t open for Mr. Ed. Just the other day I was thinking of dumping Shelby and Amelia for these two Goth mimes I saw at the Fringe Festival, but then I got this Boston gig.”

    Bottom line is that Kiernan avoided making news himself, which I get. TV news, local-style, is a business, and right now it is a precarious business. What has worked is still working well-enough, revenue-wise, and in reasonably large part, journalism-wise, that no corporate board is going to blow it up for the hottest trend of the hour.

    But another couple years of 15% annual audience declines and rapid expansion of video news prowess from the Web 2.0 crowd and precarious will get pushed closer to, “Evolve or Die.”

    I told Kiernan I’d keep up with him.

    As for Kiernan’s replacement, WCCO’s press release talks about the usual extensive, exhaustive nation-wide search, yadda yadda. But two names that may be of immediate and logical interest would be former KSTP news director, Scott Libin, now down at the Poynter Institute, and Libin’s second-in-command at KSTP, Mark Ginther, now with WFAA in Dallas. Either would offer a fairly seamless transition from Kiernan and both are thoroughly familiar with this market.

  • Some Things Really Do Come Free

    SEMINARS
    Unsatiated Appetites

    Are you in marketing? Communications? Public relations? Public affairs? Advertising? Brand management? Web publishing? Or just generally interested in the digital world and American consumption? The fabulous thing about the Internet is its vast span — the scope, the range, the access to information and communication. But you have to know how to use it. And you have to take the opportunities presented. Today’s free video webcast, Tails from the Long Tail, explores online video as “the force that has unleashed the true power of the ‘long tail’ of the Internet.” Find out how the various realms of content-producers out there (mainly marketers of sorts — hell, everybody is selling something these days) are addressing the endless demand for web video. The live program will be followed by an email Q & A session.

    1-2 p.m. eastern, MediaLink; free.

    FILM
    Intimate Dimensions of a Cataclysm

    main_photo_0.jpgDig out that military uniform (or respectfully pick one up at Ragstock) and head over to Northrop for a preview screening of award-winning documentary filmmaker Ken Burns’ s World War II series, The War. Burns will be present to discuss the making of his film and share personal stories of men and women from four American towns: Waterbury, CT; Mobile, AL; Sacramento, CA; and the tiny farming town of Luverne, MN. Through personal pieces of a common history, the storytellers in this seven-part series illustrate how the second World War touched the lives of every family in the country. Tonight’s event will feature clips from the film, as well as a Q & A session for the audience. Looks like no matter what you choose to do tonight, you’re apt to get answers. (Just make sure you know what questions you have.)

    7:30 p.m., Northrop Auditorium, 84 Church St. S.E., Minneapolis; 612-624-2345; free.

    BOOKS AND AUTHORS
    Journeys, Learning, and Transformations

    “What a small person I was before this little child came into my life,” writes Ann Bremer in Gifts: Mothers Reflect on How Children with Down Syndrome Enrich Their Lives, edited by Kathryn Lynard Soper — mother of seven. Gifts tells the triumphant stories of mothers whose children have Down syndrome, their journeys, learnings, and transformations. These days, with many women choosing to have children in their 30s and beyond, the “threat” of Down syndrome is very real; but these women turn the alleged threat into a thing of beauty, into what is almost an angelic state of being — and they would know. “After much study it seemed apparent that I was no longer the mother of a typical family… By the end of the course I came to the conclusion that many of my assumptions were incorrect, my lack of sainthood being the obvious indicator.” Meet the woman of these words, learn from her, and simply bask in the beauty behind the strength. Bremer will be be signing books along with two other local contributors, Leah Spring and Emily Zeid.

    7 p.m., Barnes & Noble Booksellers – Mall of America, Mall of America, 118 E. Broadway, Suite 238, Bloomington; 952-854-1455; free.

    Weather Obsessed

    I hate it when this happens, but I get a lot of events coming across my desk these days — be it through external intervention or my own digging; and sometimes I add events to my calendar without noting the original source — not when it’s a matter of giving someone credit (which I believe is excessive but essential), but when it’s important to verify the source. So, what happens when you can’t verify the source? The point is, I received the above information from someone, but I can’t seem to confirm it. I find nothing on the Barnes & Noble website, but I’m fully convinced it’s happening. Still, if you want to play it super safe (though you can always call first), what I did find on the website was this: WCCO meteorologist (for 25 years) Mike Lynch, author of Mike Lynch’s Minnesota WeatherWatch: A Complete Guide for Weather-Obsessed Minnesotans, exposes the truth behind Minnesota weather, its history, and its lore. That ought to appeal; I mean, there’s nothing about which we like taking more than the weather. I’d say we’re weather obsessed here, in fact — and with good reason.

    7 p.m., Barnes & Noble Booksellers – Roseville II, Har Mar Mall, 2100 N. Snelling Ave., Roseville; 651-639-9256; free.

  • Twitch your nose and a sandwich will appear

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    It’s funny. Not too long ago, I was with a group of people who were bemoaning the lack of “real” delis in the Twin Cities. Then, as if magically, two contenders appeared.

    First, the New York Deli & Bar opened in June on the south side of downtown Minneapolis. And on Monday, September 10, former Solera chef Matthew Bickford and Michael Ryan, former chef de cuisine from Restaurant Alma, will launch a New York-style deli called Be’wiched in the old C. McGee spot at 800 Washington Avenue North (612.767.4330).

    OK, so Matthew and Michael aren’t exactly Sol and Abe. But they’re planning to brine and smoke all their own deli meats — pastrami, turkey, roast beef — and serve them on homemade bread. They’ll pile the sandwiches high with cheese, tomato, lettuce, and plenty of spicy mustard. Also, Bickford and Ryan have acquired a strong beer and wine license, which they promise to use for “eclectic and approachable” brews and blends.

    “Independently, Mike and I were both working on deli concepts,” said Bickford. “Even though we come from fine dining, both of us felt the pendulum was swinging toward simpler food and lower guest checks. Then we got together and came up with Be’wiched.”

    The name is a play on the national trend to abbreviate “sandwich,” Bickford told me, as well as a nod to the current craze for everything occult.

    So if you’re in the area, stop by for lunch on Monday to see how the boys are doing. Shout Mazel Tov. . . .or wave a pentacle in their direction. Then order a pastrami on rye.