jeudi, septembre 28, 2006

"Sometimes the facts have a liberal bias" - Stephen Colbert

My breathing has becoming strained over the past few days as I've pondered the idea of tens of thousands Republicans taking over our great cities.

The Republicans announced yesterday they’re holding their 2008 convention in St. Paul at the Xcel Energy Center. The chairman of the Minnesota Republican party said he can’t wait “for our nation’s next president to be nominated in Minnesota.”

It’s kind of weird that they would choose one of the country’s most democratic-leaning areas for their convention. The 2004 convention was in New York City, though, which is very liberal. In St. Paul, the previous mayor was a Democrat but they threw him out because he wasn't liberal enough.

While discussing the economic benefits the convention will bring to the city, St. Paul Mayor Chris Coleman said they will be greater than if the Democrats had picked St. Paul first. Why? “Republicans have more money to spend.” Hilarious. Apparently Gov. Pawlenty gave him a really annoyed look and said something about how Republicans don’t spend all their money.

That’s what’s really sad about this. The Democrats wanted to have their convention here too, but the Republicans beat them to it. Congrats to Minneapolis and St. Paul for being cool enough that the nation's two major political parties are bickering over who gets to hang out here for their convention.

I might go on vacation that week.

lundi, septembre 25, 2006

I had to just take a bite

From today's police blotter:

Assault. George M. Saric, 56, was charged with assault after he bit a woman at the VFW, 100 Wall Road. According to a criminal complaint: Saric asked the woman to dance several times and she refused. Finally, she agreed to dance once if he d leave her alone. After they had danced and she had returned to her bar stool, he came up to her and bit her on the left side near her rib cage. He reportedly told her, You re just so beautiful I had to just take a bite.

mercredi, septembre 20, 2006

I can't stand it

In the last two minutes I've gotten three e-mails that use an excessive amount of exclamation points. Did you guys know that every time someobdy uses an exclamation point, a kitten is killed? I break the rule once in a while, but let's be serious. This needs to stop.

!!!!!!

lundi, septembre 18, 2006

The best? Really?

Esquire magazine has named Minneapolis' Nye's Polonaise Room the Best Bar in America.

I love that place, but I'm a little skeptical.

See the story here.

This weekend was perfect, until ...

We got shot at on Saturday. Seriously. For real. It was scary.

Saturday night I was sitting in Omernik’s living room with Sammie, her sister Annie, Phil, Ryan, Basement John and Omernik. We were playing some card games at the table, when we heard a bunch of fireworks go off in the backyard.

We didn’t think anything of it, assuming it was some people screwing off in the parking lot behind the backyard. Ten minutes later, we heard some more go off in the front yard, then heard glass breaking. After looking at each other, someone went outside to see what had broken.

We looked at the front window, by the TV, and there was a bullet hole in it.

The hole was pretty small, so at first we thought it was just someone screwing around with a BB gun. Then we walked to the back of the house and saw that there were dents in some of the cars, and the driver-side window of Ryan’s car was broken, with a similar-looking hole in the window.

We called the cops. As expected, the Minneapolis PD took more than 45 minutes to show up. In the meantime, we huddled up next to the staircase, where there are no windows, so we didn’t get shot or anything.

A few months ago, they had a roommate there that wasn’t paying the rent. John asked him if he was planning on paying, and this roommate went into a diatribe about all his problems, and how he had a gun, sword and knife in his room. He said he was going to commit suicide.

John called the cops, and they hauled him off to the psych ward at the Hennepin County Medical Center. He apparently called them later, and was super pissed at them, and he said that he better get the gun back that the police took from him. I think John said it was a pellet gun.

Earlier in the day on Saturday, when we got back to Omernik’s house after the Gopher football game, there was a huge hole in the bumper of Sammie’s car, and a similar-sized dent in the license plate of John’s car.

So anyway, we’re pretty convinced it was this crazy guy shooting at us, since I can’t think of a lot of other people that have that kind of grudge.

When the cops showed up, we showed them where the bullet hole in the window was. We expected them to blow it off, but then they started getting all serious and saying it was a hole from a .22. Scary! Then they took their flashlights and started looking at different marks in the wall where they thought the bullet might have ricocheted, one of which was about four feet from where I was sitting.

Later, the cops said it might have been a pellet gun, which would make sense. I was less freaked out until I looked on Wikipedia where it says the US government classifies pellet guns as a “deadly weapon.”

Scary, huh?

We bounce back, though, so as soon as the cops left we got the hell out of the house and went and sang karaoke at the Otter Stop.

vendredi, septembre 15, 2006

I'm being abandoned!

I’m the worst person ever at saying good-bye to people. I never know what to say, don’t know if I should give them a hug, don’t know if I should promise I’ll go visit, etc.

After living in Washington, D.C. and Paris a few years ago, I realized I hadn’t lived in the same place for more than five months at a time in more than two years. I was used to saying good-bye to people and missing my friends to go on all sorts of exotic adventures.

Well, the tables have turned. Here I am in Minneapolis, with my steady job, living only two hours from the town I grew up in. I’ve lived here for an astonishing 15 ½ months in a row, and I have recently watched a large number of friends move away for exciting adventures.

Take my friend Molly, for example. Molly and I worked together at the Daily. She studied abroad in London when I was in Paris, so we visited each other. Molly worked downtown this summer for Minneapolis-St. Paul magazine, so we’d hang out. But she recently picked up and moved to New York City. How exciting is that? She’s been through three job interviews to work for Random House editing Fodor’s Travel Guides.

Then there’s Tom, who is living in St. Petersburg, Fla., for three months. He goes to the beach to hang out three or four times a week. Also, he works in a bureau of the newspaper in Clearwater, Fla., which just happens to be the world Mecca of Scientology. Apparently there are tens of thousands of scientologists who walk around town and hang out in their matching outfits.

Then there are two of Tom’s friends: Charlie just moved to Boston to go to graduate school in plant biology (or something like that) at Harvard. His friend Devon and girlfriend Carmen also just picked up and moved to Seattle.

Although Winona isn’t necessarily as exotic as Florida or Seattle, Sammie recently moved to Winona for a new job. Also, my friend Paul who I haven’t spoken to in forever works for the newspaper in Tacoma, Wash. And Bridget lives in California. My friend Rocky recently moved back to Minneapolis after living in Salt Lake City for a while, but we haven’t really hung out that much and I think he’s leaving again soon.

Talking about my friends in France makes miserable, and even more stressed out. I miss them, and France, so much it makes me sick, even though they haven’t really moved anywhere. I’m the one who moved away that time.

The night before Tom, Charlie and Devon all left, we went to Keegan’s Pub in northeast Minneapolis. Everybody was drinking and talking about all their exotic plans for the future and I felt really weird.

Maybe it’s nice that for once, I don’t feel like I’m the one abandoning everyone. I’m not sitting alone in an apartment far away, wishing I wasn’t missing everyone and wanting to see my friends. Besides, I’ve still got a lot of good friends that are here and a support system and knowledge of the city that I haven’t felt I had in a while.

But missing goes both ways. Mary Stepnick put it perfectly the other day when she said that she felt like she had always been the one staying in Minneapolis and watching everybody else leave. After thinking about it, I’m not sure if I like abandoning home or being abandoned better.

I guess the crappy part about having the good fortune to be able to travel the world is that when you make friends all over, no matter what you do, you’re always missing somebody. You can never get them all in the same place.

mercredi, septembre 13, 2006

Hooray!


I had never voted for a winner in an election before yesterday.

President Bush’s inspiring, patriotic, un-political speech on Monday night got me all fired up to do my civic duty. So I went and voted in the primary election yesterday.

I voted for the first time in the 2000 presidential election at the impressionable age of 18. Since then I've voted for Al Gore, Roger Moe, Walter Mondale, and John Kerry. Now, I've finally picked a winner! (OK, I probably voted for Dayton in 2000 and Sabo in 2000, 2002 and 2004, but I don't really remember those and they kind of seemed like sure things anyway.)

And my winner is not Mike Hatch. I certainly did not vote for that angry, bloated, party-line weirdo, although I'll have to vote for him in November now. My winner was Keith Ellison. http://www.keithellison.org.

Not only is he really progressive, but he will be the first Muslim ever elected to the U.S. Congress. Who would of thought the first Muslim in congress would come from Minnesota? He'll also be the first black Minnesotan to serve in Congress. I think both of those are badly needed in Congress.

I realize this is assuming he wins in the general election in November, but let's be serious. This is Minneapolis we're talking about. There's no way a republican will win.

Besides, Ellison is from north Minneapolis, arguably the most violent neighborhood in the entire state. I know he'll keep that in mind while living in Washington, D.C. and figuring how to fix what a huge disaster our country is.

Only in Minneapolis can we cheer for the most progressive candidates and then they actually have a chance to win. There’s no compromising for middle-of-the-road candidates because we think they’ll actually get elected.

Here's the Washington Post's article on Ellison.

vendredi, septembre 08, 2006

Technology empowers amateur journalism — for better or worse

By Andrew Kantor, USA Today

Between broadband Internet access, inexpensive camcorders, simple audio and video editing tools — not to mention YouTube — the power of "citizen journalists" has increased tremendously in the past couple of years.

Bloggers have broken major stories and caused the mainstream media to tread more carefully. But, as Peter Parker would say, "With great power comes great responsibility." (And he is a professional journalist.)

Bloggers and other amateur journalists have some of the same problems any amateurs do: They make up the rules as they go, and they run the risk of screwing up and hurting someone. But because blogging isn't their day job, they have little risk — they aren't going to be fired

Professionals are constrained; they can't just do as they please. If I want to upgrade the electrical service in my house, I can do it myself or call a pro. If I do it myself, I can do what I like and hope it's good enough. If a pro comes, though, he has to follow detailed building codes — he's constrained, but the end result is likely better.

Lowes and Home Depot have given amateurs the ability to do work that was once the province of pros, and inexpensive digital technology has given amateurs the ability 'do' journalism. But just as amateur with a set of power tools can do great work or build a deathtrap, amateur journalists can do the same.

Having the tools and using them wisely are two different things.
In their rush to get the Big Scoop — something pros know come few and far between — bloggers and other citizen journalists love, for example, to blow small things out of proportion. After all, they don't have editors to say, "You need more" or "That's not a story."

Molehills and mountains

Imagine you're at a party, and you see someone you've met briefly before.

"Hi, Sue," you say.

"Hi, Andrew," she replies. "But my name's Jane."

You're embarrassed, but you apologize and get on with the conversation – no harm, no foul.

Now imagine that some other people overheard your gaffe. Instead of being embarrassed for you, they start telling everyone "Andrew got Jane's name wrong."

Sheesh, you think, It was just a stupid mistake.

But instead of simply dying out, the conversation about your slip picks up, and enters the realm of speculation.

"Jane's so pretty," says one person, "that there's no way Andrew would just forget her name." (In fact, you did simply forget.)

"I heard him complain about work once," says someone else. "He's probably in the office working late."

"I saw him take a pill in the bathroom," chimes in another. "My sister's boyfriend is a pharmacist, and it looked like Prozac to me." (It was an aspirin.)

You try to protest, but it's too late. Within hours, they're certain you have drug problems, hate your job, are seeing a shrink, and/or are pining for someone named Sue.

Welcome to the blogosphere, where speculation becomes fact, and where self-proclaimed "experts" offer opinions about as worthwhile (but well spoken) as creation science. Where wild guesses are pitched as absolutes, and where small gaffes are blown into major affairs.

Expert nonsense

Remember the O.J. Simpson trial? A photo expert named Robert Groden testified that a shot of Simpson wearing Bruno Magli shoes was fake.

When 30 more photos surfaced showing Simpson wearing the shoes, the value of Groden's testimony — and expertise — was clear. Zilch.

Too many people are technology neophytes. You can make anything sound convincing to them especially if you have the word "expert" next to your name. Toss in some fancy terms ("the pixilation quotient in these sections indicates deliberate alpha-channel manipulation"), don't offer alternatives that a more savvy person would know ("standard sharpening could have done the same thing") and speak with authority ("I've been studying photos for 20 years") and you can make anything sound believable.

These kinds of back-seat "experts" are a dime a dozen on the Net. They find photo fakery where there is none, and hold up small gaffes as evidence of a vast conspiracy.
Of course, there are cases where bloggers catch the bad guys red-handed; witness the photos from Adnan Hajj that Reuters published — photos where smoke had been added to Beirut in one case, and flares added to an Israeli fighter in another.

Unfortunately, for every legitimate "catch," there are plenty of unjustified smears made by bloggers with axes to grind.

Amateur actions

Take the blog that exposed those Reuters/Adnan Hajj photos — Little Green Footballs (LGF). It's written by a Web designer from California named Charles Johnson.

Johnson took offense to a column by Greg Mitchell, the editor of Editor & Publisher magazine, in which Mitchell decried the baseless attacks on war photographers after the Hajj affair.

So Johnson went from using his technology toolbox like a pro to using it like an amateur. He dug up an article Mitchell wrote in 2003 in which Mitchell admitted that — more than 30 years ago — he faked some quotes while working for a local newspaper in Niagara Falls.

Mitchell was clearly embarrassed — it went against his professional ethics enough that 30 years later he told the story. But what was Johnson's take? He claimed it as proof that Mitchell had "first-hand experience with staging news."

Calling it "staging news" or saying Mitchell "faked a news story" was a bit off the deep end, and neither accusation would have gotten by a professional editor. But Johnson isn't a professional. He's just a guy with a toolbox. He had great success using it, helping to expose the faked Bush National Guard memos, as well as those Adnan Hajj photos.

But he mistook having a well-worn set of professional tools with being equivalent to a well-followed set of pro principles.

Amateur journalists are here to stay, and they contribute tremendously to the journalism profession. But if they hope to be taken seriously — beyond a handful of press passes or a few well-publicized scoops — they need to take that next step beyond a nice toolbox. They need to learn the best ways to use it.

jeudi, septembre 07, 2006

Go Gophers


Featured content from Tom's blog. This fills me with confidence for the upcoming Gopher football season.

mercredi, septembre 06, 2006

New Themes for the Same Old Songs

By Maureen Dowd, The New York Times

W. and Katie were both on TV at 6:30 last night, trying to prove they were a man.

Katie won, by a whisker.

The president and the anchor were on a big push this week to prove they could be the daddy at the helm, trustworthy authority figures who could guide America through tumultuous times. She wanted to prove that she was a commander; he wanted to prove that he was an anchor.

The fate of a network, and the fate of a republic, would appear to hinge on gender issues.
W., Dick Cheney and Rummy are on a campaign to scare Americans into believing that limp-wristed Democrats will curtsy to Islamic radicals and Iranian tyrants, just as Chamberlain bowed to Hitler, and that only the über-manly Republicans can keep totalitarianism, fascism and the Al Qaeda “threat to civilization’’ at bay. If they were women, their rhetoric would be described with adjectives like shrill, strident, illogical and hysterical. But since they are men, we’ll just call it Churchill envy.

“Now, I know some of our country hear the terrorists’ words, and hope that they will not, or cannot, do what they say,’’ Mr. Bush said in a speech yesterday to a military group, which was the second story on the first evening news show anchored by the first solo female network anchor. “History teaches that underestimating the words of evil and ambitious men is a terrible mistake.’’ Mr. Bush said that the world failed to heed Lenin and Hitler, and it was essential to pay attention to bin Laden.

Too bad the president didn’t take time out from clearing brush at the ranch long enough back in August of 2001 to pay attention to an intelligence paper headlined “Bin Laden Determined to Attack Inside the United States.’’

After playing down bin Laden for years, barely mentioning him and minimizing his importance, W. has once more picked up a metaphorical bullhorn on the cusp of the 9/11 anniversary to make Osama the villain, using his name 18 times in a 40-minute speech. Once it would have made a difference to decapitate Osama, and it would still be great to do it. But it’s too late to stop Al Qaeda that way now. The organization has diffused to a state of mind, fueled by hatred of U.S. occupation of Muslim land.

W.’s plan to save his legacy and keep Congress out of Democratic hands is to absorb a misbegotten and mishandled war, Iraq, into the good wars of the 20th century, World War II and the cold war. Instead of just admitting he bollixed up Iraq, W. and his henchmen are ratcheting up, fusing enemies willy-nilly, running around giving speeches with the simplistic, black-helicopter paranoid message: All those scary Arabs are in league to knock us off and institute the rule of Allah.

The president and his men have been trying to get everyone excited by repackaging and giving a new theme song to the same old things, just as Katie and CBS were trying to get everyone excited by repackaging and giving a new theme song to a newscast that turned out to be the same old newscast, just with more legs.

Les Moonves and Ms. Couric tried to wrap her debut in historical significance. She’s the Jackie Robinson of network news, Mr. Moonves told me.

In an interview on the local CBS affiliate that aired just before her debut, Katie said she had taken the job at her daughters’ urging, and her daughter Carrie told her to do it “because you’ll be the first woman to do that job by yourself. So I was like, cue Helen Reddy. Who knew I was raising such a little feminist?”

The press had lots of commentary like the one by Lauren Stiller Rikleen, titled “Women need Katie Couric to succeed.’’

Actually, the minute Katie Couric was given a $15 million paycheck to read from a teleprompter for 15 or 20 minutes a night, women won. Women have been doing that at the BBC and on American cable stations for years, and for a lot less dough. Jackie Robinson represented a revolution; Katie Couric represented a promotion.

The sad truth is, women only get to the top of places like the network evening news and Hollywood after those places are devalued.

He’s got ratings and she’s got ratings. His party’s voters; her network’s viewers. So we’re talking about the personal fulfillment of two people — W. and Katie — disguised and peddled as the fulfillment of a higher ideal. It’s marketing tricked out as ideology.

Courage, as Dan Rather used to say.