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  • Revolutionary Dining

    In Marnita Schroedl and Carl Goldstein’s Kenwood home it can be hard to decide where to sit. The living room contains a plush couch, a large oak dining table lined with a bench and six solid chairs, and a low table encircled by five squat stools. The sunroom in back has another couch, while still more chairs are tucked into every corner. More amazing than the abundance of seating is that Marnita and Carl actually need the surplus for the twenty to a hundred guests who visit their home thirty times a year. They are the founders of Marnita’s Table, a non-profit whose mission is to “ignite enduring cross cultural connections,” which they strive to accomplish by having people over for dinner.

    Marnita and Carl believe that diversity is not about simple racial, religious, or economic demographics, but about individuals whose differences may not be based on appearance. One man may seem like a dapper gad-about, yet devote himself to philanthropy; a young woman who looks like a college student might spend her days working as a liaison for the Mexican consulate in St. Paul. Marnita and Carl realize most of us “live such segregated existences,” easily staying within familiar networks of people similar to us. So they create a forum, pick a theme (as varied as “Democracy: Here and There” and “Light Bulb: What Turns You On”), and invite an eclectic group for dialogue.

    Walking into their crowded house for a recent dinner, it seemed like the chatty guests already knew each other, but it was quickly apparent few were acquainted—they were simply in the process of introducing themselves. This rapid meet-and-greet continued until Marnita emerged from the kitchen to begin the meal. A short woman with a shaved head, Marnita’s considerable presence owes much to the exuberance with which she speaks; she is, as her business card says, the catalyst. Her welcome was expansive, her hands and arms accompanying the words with vigorous, all-encompassing gestures.

    Although Marnita’s Table officially began in 2002 in conjunction with Social Venture Partners, a philanthropic organization working with at-risk youth, Marnita has been hosting her whole life. From her first Thanksgiving living on her own in the Bay Area to dinners for her black and white friends who survived the Los Angeles riots in 1992, Marnita has honed her natural generosity with a serious intent: to make a place where everyone is welcome. Trans-racially adopted by a family in Washington, Marnita was the youngest of eight and the only adopted child. Not white enough for the white kids or black enough for the black kids, she says, the community never accepted her. At sixteen she’d had enough and transplanted herself to California, where she worked in offices and took community college classes until she could attend UCLA. Upon graduation she began work on a PhD in philosophy, but soon decided she was better suited to living life than analyzing it.

    During a recent meeting, Carl sat calmly at the table while Marnita was rarely still, constantly getting up to make tea, type at her computer, hunt down a memento—all the while contributing to the conversation. Carl’s deliberate, modulated words contrast starkly with Marnita’s effervescent speech. He does not gesture as she does, but his eyes sparkle, surrounded by smile lines. As the couple speaks it’s clear they occupy common ground. They have spent their lives examining communication, he as a journalist in Asia for nearly fifteen years, she working for a PR firm in California and Words on Fire, her consulting business that provides communications, marketing, and research services. Each has experienced what it is to be the other, Carl in Asia, Marnita in the Pacific Northwest. Having lived in some of the largest, most diverse cities in the world, today they strive to infuse Minnesota with some of that cosmopolitan flavor. Shortly after moving here in the late ’90s they met at an event for their sons’ kindergarten, and over the next couple of years, Marnita says, they realized they “wanted to walk through the world the same way.” They married, established Words on Fire, and began Marnita’s Table as a way to “live what they believe.”

    “The work comes naturally,” Marnita says, speaking for the couple; enjoying the impact takes more practice. Guests leave the table nourished and stimulated, with a sense of “not just gratitude, but liberation,” she says, sifting through the pile of thank-you notes they have received over the years. Marnita says guests are “charged by the mixing and mingling” and “smitten by the connection and humanity” displayed at each event. It’s the basic recipe, really, for any good party: Bring interesting people together in a warm place, give them food and drink, provide a topic of conversation, and stir.

  • A Bedtime Preyer

    At the annual Upper Midwest Foodservice and Lodging Show, which convened at the Minneapolis Convention Center a few weeks back, a fellow who was willing to do the legwork could have really gorged himself on meat. It seemed like somebody was handing out samples (“The Black Angus of Pork,” boasted the sign in one booth) every twenty yards. The portions were pretty small, however, so constructing an actual dinner, or even a ham sandwich, would have required persistence. It could be done, though, and lots of people seemed intent on doing it. There were also lines for cheese curds, condiments, cake, bread, and shot-glass-sized portions of soup, wild rice, gelato, wine, beer, and espresso that exhibitors were dispensing. People even queued up for an onion ring. One company advertised itself as “the leader in East Coast Calamari processing and distribution,” which sounded like some sort of mob racket.

    For somebody really serious about opening a restaurant or hotel, the UP Show (as it’s known to insiders) offered a one-stop shopping experience, showcasing everything from mattresses, patio furniture, janitorial supplies, and background-music systems, to fry cookers, ice makers, commercial dishwashers, and convection ovens. You could even buy a doddering animatronic butler for your lobby, or transact business with “the leading effervescent manufacturer in the development, manufacturing, and packaging of effervescent products.”

    Those seeking a breather from the hubbub of the main hall could venture down a set of escalators to a warren of meeting rooms where there was a full slate of educational and motivational programs with such titles as “Increasing Your Bar Profit—Strategies that Really Work,” “Menu Engineering,” and “Bed Bugs and the Hospitality Industry Today.”

    That last one struck something of a dissonant chord, and yet also sounded intriguing in light of the ultra-sanitary and relentlessly cheerful atmosphere in the main hall.

    Fewer than a half dozen convention-goers were on hand for Ecolab representatives Terry Elichuk and Doug Gardner’s harrowing PowerPoint presentation on a growing epidemic (according to the National Pest Management Association, there has been a sixty-three percent increase in reported bed-bug incidents over the past four years, and the pests have been identified in all fifty states).

    A vial full of bed bugs was passed around. These were Cimex lectularius, or common bed bugs, from the Cimicidae family, and they looked like ticks. They’re nocturnal, fast moving, and rely on human carriers—suitcases, primarily—for transport. Once established in a hotel room they’ll camp out in curtains, carpeting, mattresses, box springs, or behind headboards and picture frames and commence to hatching, breeding, and feeding.

    “As soon as the lights go out, you’ve got a bed-bug party,” Gardner said. “You can have large numbers crawling on you in the middle of the night and you wouldn’t even know it.”
    The video, Bed Bug’s First Blood Meal, was shown. “This is real-time footage,” Gardner announced. “This is a bed bug that’s just hatched and it’s crawling on a person—a volunteer, of course. For a two- to three-minute period, it just sits there filling up with blood.”

    The audience watched in squirming silence as the bed bug did, indeed, fill up with blood. Suddenly, all that free meat upstairs didn’t seem quite so appetizing.
    The bugs inject a numbing agent so that the bites are initially painless. They also administer an anticoagulant that, Gardner said, “causes blood to run on sheets and pillow cases. These are leaking bites.” The video was followed by further visual evidence—“actual shots from the field”—corroborating that statement. The still-life images on the screen looked disturbingly like crime-scene photos.

    The good news, apparently, is that there are no documented cases of disease transmission as a result of bed-bug bites, and the unsightly rash caused by multiple bites is fairly harmless and quick to heal. The bad news is that there’s no surefire way to prevent the bugs from entering a facility, and eradicating an infestation is costly and difficult. The key to damage control, Gardner said, is hypervigilance through regular inspections and aggressive treatment.

    Such measures might offer small comfort to anyone who’s ever sat through a screening of Bed Bug’s First Blood Meal (or, for that matter, been a bed bug’s first blood meal), but, for the time being at least, they’re the only consolation the industry has to offer.

    “These things have moved from the mythical to the real in a hurry,” Elichuk said. “They’re just exploding, from five-star hotels to dormitories, nursing homes, and residences, and all of us in the business are in serious catch-up mode. And the unfortunate fact is that bed bugs are rapidly becoming resistant to chemicals, so it looks like they’re here to stay.”

  • Christopher Buckley

    In Boomsday, Buckley’s latest novel, the relentlessly topical humorist (and spawn of conservative doyen William F. Buckley) envisions a future in which bloggers are actually powerful enough to radically influence decisions at the highest level of American politics. Not so far-fetched, you might say, but Buckley’s penchant for taking aim at the broadest possible targets (big tobacco, the legal profession, organized religion, the generally fatuous culture of the Beltway) and blasting away until there’s not an unsympathetic soul left standing makes for merciless and often surprising satire. 651-290-1221; fitzgeraldtheater.publicradio.org

  • Jay Farrar’s Playlist

    With his new Son Volt record The Search, front man Jay Farrar diverges from a well-worn path of Neil Young-inspired folk-rock songs to explore more varied sonic influences, such as The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Beck, psychedelia, and swamp rock. The band has even enlisted a soulful horn section. Duly impressed by the album’s diverse sources and sounds, we asked the St. Louis-based artist to list his top ten favorite tunes.

    1.“Tears of Rage” by The Band
    Bob Dylan wrote the lyrics and Richard Manuel the music to this popular lament, The Band’s version appearing on its 1968 release, Music From Big Pink. Farrar describes it as, “Richard Manuel sings the apocalypse.”

    2.“Town” by Richard Buckner
    Says Farrar: “Richard B. and Raymond Carver take over the earth.”

    3.“Strange Apparition” by Beck
    This track is from Beck’s 2006 release, The Information. Farrar describes it as, “Beck channels Mickeith.” Note: Think Brangelina and Tomkat.

    4. “Shiloh Town” by Mark Lanegan
    This song appears on the Screaming Trees’ front man’s 1999 solo album, I’ll Take Care Of You.

    5. “Just Got To Be” by The Black Keys
    Like Farrar, this Ohio-based duo draws on varied influences—funk, blues, rock, soul, even organ music. “Just Got To Be” is from the 2006 release Magic Potion.

    6. “Loving Arms” by Jimbo Mathus
    This honky-tonk number is from the Squirrel Nut Zippers’ founder’s 2005 release, Knockdown South.

    7. “Be Real” by Doug Sahm
    The legendary amalgamator of Texas country, blues, and rock recorded this track with The Sir Douglas Quintet in 1970.

    8. “A Thanksgiving Prayer” by William S. Burroughs
    This poem, recited with accompaniment by jazz musician Frank Denning, was purportedly written on Thanksgiving Day, 1986, and dedicated to John Dillinger.

    9. “I’m a Honky Tonk Girl” by Loretta Lynn
    Released in 1960, this was Lynn’s debut single.

    10. “Bhajan de Jugalapriya en Sanskrit” by Lakshmi Shankar
    Ravi Shankar’s eighty-year-old sister-in-law, Lakshmi, borrows from various Indian influences. This Sanskrit-language song was released in 1987 on her album, Heures Et Les Saisons: Season & Time.

    Son Volt plays First Avenue on April 9; for more information call 612-332-1775 or visit www.first-avenue.com

  • Antibalas

    The multilayered, polyrhythmic funk of Fela Kuti is the core inspiration for this Brooklyn-based Afrobeat collective. Like Kuti, they also pair rise-up political lyrics with a disobedient beat that refuses to lie down. As with so many other African bands, the dozen or so members of Antibalas make for an awesome stage presence; the merging of so many minds inevitably takes the music to diverse and unexpected places, as demonstrated on the band’s new album, Security. It’s a sonic collision of jazz, Latin, funk, and soul, the effect of which is both transcendent and edgy, with a contemporary buzz compliments of indie-rock producer John McEntire. 612-332-1775; www.first-avenue.com

  • Illuminating Bolcom: William Bolcom Festival

    Pulitzer-winning pianist and composer William Bolcom has an enormous body of work, inspired by everything from Broadway to the classic American songbook. At a recent press event, he even dropped Grandmaster Flash when pressed to cite additional influences. His interpretation of William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience won three Grammys last year, and we’ll get a chance to hear it in its full majesty at Orchestra Hall on April 28 and 29. That concert is just part of a three-week stay by Bolcom in the Cities, organized by a consortium of local arts organizations to celebrate his work. Another event on April 21 at the Fitzgerald Theater will find the composer at the piano, performing his cabaret songs with local luminaries such as Christina Baldwin, Bradley Greenwald, and Janis Hardy. 612-812-1870; www.illuminatingbolcom.org

  • David Lefkowitz: Tangle

    David Lefkowitz is painting again. He hadn’t really stopped, but he’s dedicated the last few years mostly to his sculpture and drawings—graphite renderings of monumental cardboard boxes and witty constructions of tree stumps from the same brown materials. This show brings back an earlier style: These “Tangles” are oil-painted hybrids of electric-cord kudzu and tropical lianas, limned in an overheated nineteenth-century botanical style. The theme here is the hybrid: How is humanness changing the visible world? What kind of animals are we? How does transformation start, and where does it go? For Lefkowitz these may be serious questions, but the art with which he addresses them carry some wit along for the journey. 530 Third St. N., Minneapolis; 612-338-3656; www.thomasbarry.com

  • Art Reincarnated

    Form, meaning, use—can you make them from clutter and waste? At Altered Esthetics this month, artists from around the world are trying just that. This funky space, near the Northrup King building in Northeast Minneapolis, is stuffed with everything from candy-wrapper ball gowns to more traditional scrap-steel sculptures—more than a hundred works in all. There’s a lot of range; some pieces might have been better left in the trash, but others intrigue with their wit and resourcefulness. The opening reception on April 6 features a Reincarnated Clothing fashion show as well as sound collages made from appropriated music and recycled recordings by Jon Nelson from Radio K’s Some Assembly Required. 1224 Quincy St. N.E., Minneapolis; 612-378-8888; www.alteredesthetics.com

  • Carey Young & Lene Berg

    From Europe come two politically torqued shows by young women. Carey Young is a London-based artist whose Consideration installation makes plain the degree to which lawyers run our lives. Lene Berg, from Oslo, makes video and text artworks that explore the role of art in war. Young designed her installation with the help of a legal team. It sets up contracts that bind anyone who is beguiled into experiencing it. What’s the sensation when you wander into a zone that announces, “By entering the zone created by this drawing, and for the period you remain there, you declare and agree that the U.S. Constitution will not apply to you”? And what does bottled “Guantanamo” taste like, for that matter? This is the diet version, but still … 527 Second Ave. S.E., Minneapolis; 612-605-4504; www.midwaycontemporaryart.org

  • Jim Denomie & Andrea Carlson

    Jim Denomie seems to have a door in his soul that won’t stay latched. It keeps swinging open to parallel worlds, where everything is more real than in this one. In the hilarious fantasies of his Renegade series, Indian men fly around surreal-colored mesas on rocket-powered horses and chase chickens through the sky with Volkswagen Beetles. He’ll show his painting-a-day series, too: hundreds of portraits he did every day for over a year. These paintings are radically different—they’re loose and wild instead of pictorial, intimate, and as scary as they are funny. Where Denomie is the natural, Andrea Carlson, a couple of decades his junior, is the virtuoso. But that doesn’t imply her work is tame. Like Denomie, Carlson is a member of the Anishinaabe nation, and she shares the great literature of this people through her work. Depth, humor, and dread arise from her elegant mastery of draftsmanship, strong pattern, and color. 612-870-3200; www.artsmia.org