mardi, février 13, 2007

An Ode

It was time, you know.

Your silver buckles have started to fade, your custom-made insoles have long disappeared and your size 7 1/2 just wasn't going to cut it anymore.

I hope you don't feel betrayed. We've stayed together a while, we had our run. I was 13 when we met, remember? Todd, my ski coach, helped me pick you out.

You were the best, at the time, only the junior version. You gave me all the flex I needed, as well as all the control. You fit perfectly. Despite the hideous color, some would have even called you fashionable. The "it" thing.

We've accomplished a lot together. If my very rough calculations are correct, we've spent more than 3,000 hours together. That's more than four months, non-stop. Do you remember the trips to Winter Park for training with the ski team? The speed runs before the lift opened? Hiking up the hill at 7 a.m.? Sitting next to me in the team van when I got car sick and puked all over the Nebraska and Colorado highway systems?

That's not even when you served me best. Do you remember all the practices, all the races? Hanging out with Margo? She used to have a pair just like you. You always seemed to enjoy yourself more at the high school races than at the U.S.S.A. races. Less pressure.

To tell you the truth, I should have replaced you a long time ago. You turned from the "it" boot, to the "almost it" boot, to the "aren't those from a few years ago?" boot to the "I can't believe she's still wearing those" boot. All my other equipment changed. I grew. My skiing changed. But you didn't. And I couldn't let go.

When I bought you, I had never even kissed a boy. I didn't know how to the play the trumpet. I don't even think I knew how to type. The Internet didn't really work. Since we've been together, I've finished middle school, high school and college. President Clinton was elected for a second term. You don't even want to know what's happened since then.

So don't feel bitter that you're in my closet now. Maybe I'll build you a display shelf. It's been swell, really. But I've found somebody new, for 25 percent off. And they're half a size bigger.

lundi, février 05, 2007

Awesome

Are blue states better for children?

http://www.startribune.com/561/story/977846.html

lundi, janvier 29, 2007

Reader comment of the day

“I rarely read the Star Tribune because it would contaminate my mind. Your vile, degrading, intolerant, evil, vicious, and deceitful reporting and cartoons about President Bush, Tim Paulenty and most Republicans is a perfect example of why young people, especially black youth, do not have or show any respect for ANYBODY, especially one of their own. President Bush has tried to be as respectful,thoughtful and gracious toward everybody, considering how the Democrates and the liberal news media have called him every vile name in the book. Most of us aren't surprised by the hateful sewage spewing forth from the mouths of the anti-GOD, anti-American, pro-killing-of-the-unborn, pro-gay-marriage,anti-war-unless-a-Democrate-like-slick-Willie Clinton-sends-troops-to-Bosnia, Democrates all across this country. When you believe it is just fine to slaughter 46 MILLION babies still in the womb but oppose executing Saddam Hussien or our terrorist enemies, giving 11 year olds birth control pills and pushing for same-sex marriage, shows you have no idea what the word dignity, decency, or class means. Democrates are totally void of those words, especially when a womens dignity is totally gone after she has crawled on an abortionists table, spread her legs apart and the abortionist cranks open her womb, dismembers her baby, sucks it out then tells her to go home and act like nothing signifigant happened to her. That's the legacy of the Democratic party. Minneapolis had 60 senseless murders last year and 5 or 6 in the first 10 days of 2007!!!!! New Orleans has been worse!!!!! Guess who controls both cities? Can anybody imagine what you liberals would say if Republicans were in control???”

vendredi, janvier 05, 2007

Winter Wonderland


So the title’s a little misleading. But after talking to my Dad today, I’m thrilled about the prospects of a totally awesome ski winter, just not in Minneapolis.

I can’t wait for a friend trip to Lutsen at the end of the month. We’ve rented an eight-person Condo for three nights near the mountain (I mean that least-literal sense of the word). And my Dad e-mailed me today asking if I wanted to go with him for a four-day trip to Utah. We’re going to go to Snowbasin, Alta and Park City.

The best part of it all is that my cousin Steph gave me her old snowboard so I’m going to be able to do that too, not just ski. It’s a good thing I’m pretty resilient, because I have the feeling I am going to be launching my battered body at the hill hundreds of times.

You know, you’re not a real skier unless you can carry all of our equipment at once. Does that mean that I’m not a real skier/snowboarder unless I can carry all of my ski and snowboard equipment at once?

vendredi, décembre 29, 2006

I'm freaking out

Read this.

So, remember how I said I wasn’t worried about my job in the Star Tribune sale?

I changed my mind yesterday when I found out that when there are layoffs, the company does it by seniority instead of by coverage needs.

There are 300 people on the Star Tribune news staff. I am ahead of exactly three of them in seniority.

It’s more likely that the company would do buyouts, and there would be a line of 100 people wanting to take them. But if it comes to layoffs, I’m outta here.

Crap.

jeudi, décembre 28, 2006

I always knew I was cool

From the New York Times:

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/21/garden/21mess.html?em&ex=1167454800&en=d421169b6ed61ea8&ei=5087%0A

"An anti-anticlutter movement is afoot, one that says yes to mess and urges you to embrace your disorder. Studies are piling up that show that messy desks are the vivid signatures of people with creative, limber minds (who reap higher salaries than those with neat “office landscapes”) and that messy closet owners are probably better parents and nicer and cooler than their tidier counterparts. It’s a movement that confirms what you have known, deep down, all along: really neat people are not avatars of the good life; they are humorless and inflexible prigs, and have way too much time on their hands."

mercredi, décembre 27, 2006

I take one day off ...

I take one day of vacation on Friday, and what do they do over the weekend? They sell the newspaper!

Yesterday, we were given nine minutes notice of an “important all-employee meeting.” They announced that they sold the paper to Avista Capital Partners. Everybody’s response, after thinking “WTF,” was, “who?”

McClatchy is a well-known newspaper company, and they’re known for running their newspapers really really well. We’re one of the few newspapers in the country with too many reporters (not every story even fits in the newspaper every day, it gets kind of ugly).

We’ll be Avista’s first newspaper – their guinea pig. They also own Thompson Publishing, part of MGM Studios and shares in oil companies and health care providers.

I’ve been a journalist for about five years now, and so far I’ve dodged the bullet of being at a newspaper while it gets sold. I guess it’s something I’ll have to get used to, working in a “dying industry.” That’s such a load of crap, though. We have 20 percent profit margins, which most businesses would kill for.

At the all-employee meeting, some of the guys talked about how Avista is “creative” at finding ways to make companies “more efficient.” Gulp. Sounds like job cuts.

But I’m not too worried about my job. Not only am I one of the lowest-paid, youngest employees at the place, but I cover the one growing area of our circulation, the suburbs.

But still. It was weird. It totally came out of nowhere. When McClatchy bought the Star Tribune, they paid $1.2 billion for it, the highest price ever paid for a newspaper. Now they sell it for $550 million, what the crap?

All the notes we got from the McClatchy CEO and people yesterday sound like “Dear John” letters. “We love you, but it’s just not working.”

I feel so betrayed.

New York Times story about the sale
Star Tribune story about the sale
Pioneer Press story about the sale
Wall Street Journal story about the sale

Here's the reaction posted on the Pioneer Press Web site in their "comments" section: (Just a few of my favorites).

"The paper must clean house, and get rid of all the birkenstock, armpit hair radical liberal bra-burners, and put some common sense people on the editorial board and in the pressroom. The star and sickle needs to be put 6 feet under. What a disgrace this liberal rag was and is. No wonder readership is off. There aren't enough birdcages in Minnesota for this laughingstock of a paper to line. "

"I canceled my subscription to the Star Tribune a long time ago simply because of its amazing blatent left leaning political bias. A newspaper should give who, what, why, when and where in its articles not "let's check to see what the state DFL party has to say about this issue". I say good riddens and I hope that Avista cleans up that newspaper. "

"Selling the Trib is really great news. Perhaps the new owners will concentrate on facts and common sense reporting. This is an opportunity to rid the paper of the most biased reporters. I hope they take advantage of the opportunity. "

"Maybe the liberals will get the message that their bias in news artilcles doesn't sell papers".

All the bad spelling is original to the entries. That's my favorite part.

mardi, décembre 26, 2006

I hate global warming

For the first time in my life, there was Christmas without snow.

I was a little hopeful on Thursday when it rained, then started snowing. There were a few inches by my apartment, but by the time I got up to Duluth that night there was no snow.

I went skiing at Spirit Mountain on Saturday with my Dad, and the conditions were awful.

It was so sad.

I think that Duluth real estate is going to be a hot commodity in 20 years when global warming takes over.

Now, people stay away ‘cause it’s too cold. But the cooler weather will attract lots of people when the rest of the planet is boiling, along with the great lake views and inland location.

The lake might get a little higher, but that’s what levees are for, right?

vendredi, décembre 15, 2006

How facebook ate my birthday

Remember when people used to not remember when it was your birthday? Thanks to Facebook, we now have an electronic reminder (complete with a photo, in case you forgot how you now the person) of when people are going to be getting older.

It's kind of sweet, actually, 'cause on your birthday you hear from dozens and dozens of people via facebook that you never would have heard from before.

And it just adds that much more happiness to your day. Like kitties and ballons and candy.

How nice.

vendredi, décembre 08, 2006

Un petit francais

So, I’ve got good news and bad news.

Really, it’s all good news but one makes me feel torn.

Item #1:

Julie had her baby. I am now a tante. Not an aunt.

He was born on Dec. 5, his name is Noah Simonnet, and he weighs a little over six pounds.

And he’s a citizen of the European Union, which means he could have an easier time finding a job in France than me, even though he’s not even a week old.


So, that’s cool.

Item #2:

My parents might move to Boston.

For those of you who know my dad, you know he’s a doctor in Duluth and he also teaches at the medical school. He went to a two-week conference last month at the Harvard Medical School, to learn about the business side of academic health centers and how to make them more efficient.

Last week they called my Dad and offered him a job teaching at the Harvard Medical School and working as a general internist at Massachusetts General, only the best hospital in the world and the country’s largest research hospital.

My dad’s not snobby at all, so if he accepts it he’ll have to start wearing more bow ties and speaking with an East Coat accent.

He hasn’t decided yet if he’ll take the job. I kind of yelled at him, saying, “Dad, that’s like me getting an offer at the New York Times and saying I would rather work at the Duluth News Tribune.”

He laughed and said, “It’s clearly about more than the job.”

The only reason I’m a little torn is that my parents have lived in Duluth forever and it would be weird to not have a house to go back to there (even though they sold my childhood home two years ago and moved into this suburban development by the mall).

But I think my dad should do it. That would be sweet.

vendredi, décembre 01, 2006

A memo from the editors at work ...

"'Tain't the season to burden readers with weary cliches, so '' 'Tis the season" should not appear anywhere in our pages.

"And "it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas" has looked a lot like the second weariest cliche since Dancer, Prancer and Vixen were fawns. Likewise, "Ho Ho Ho" should be eschewed, unless with a story about Don celebrating the holidays.

"Finally, that all-purpose last resort for those who are stuck for a lede, "It's that time of year again," should be consigned to the dust bin of Santa's workshop, and never resurrected for any season."

This is crazy. It's ridiculous that people are upset about this.

http://www.startribune.com/484/story/846590.html

Here's my favorite quote (and by favorite I mean it's totally ridiculous)

"When all elected officials take their oaths of office with their hands on the very same book, they all affirm that some unifying value system underlies American civilization,"(conservative blogger Dennis) Prager wrote. "If Keith Ellison is allowed to change that, he will be doing more damage to the unity of America and to the value system that has formed this country than the terrorists of 9/11. It is hard to believe that this is the legacy most Muslim-Americans want to bequeath to America."

I really don't think he will kill 3,000 people by taking his oath on the Qu'ran.

mardi, novembre 28, 2006

Les Crepes

A video some of my French friends made while making crepes ... It's long, but it makes me hungry!

Get video codes at Bolt.

lundi, novembre 27, 2006

My experiment

I had my first ever employee review on Wednesday. It was very, very good, except a comment about my writing.

I've always prided myself on being a good writer, but apparently I'm much better at getting people to blab to me, my editor said. So I've undertaken a new project that will (hopefully) help me improve the quality of my writing.

It's a new blog. I'm going to try to write 800 words a day about my life. The inspiration comes from a book by William Zinsser, fittingly called "Writing About Your Life."

It's not going to be in chronological order. It'll be a lot of short stories about growing up and becoming who I am. It may be good, it may be crap. But I'm hoping that over the long run, I will become a better writer.

Whether that transfers well into stories about school budgets and spelling bees ... well ... we'll see.

http://landerneau.blogspot.com/


I am still going to keep writing in this blog, with rants and observations that have little to do with my life story. At least, not yet.

jeudi, novembre 16, 2006

4th St. S and Portland Ave.

So Margo and I ran into each other in downtown Minneapolis today.

This is sweet for several reasons:

1 – Margo and I haven’t run into each other anywhere for more than six years because we’ve lived in different states and, at times, different countries. Now she lives in Minneapolis and that’s awesome ‘cause I like her.

2 – She didn’t notice (or didn’t say anything) that I was wearing her mittens. She stayed at my house the other night and forgot her mittens there. I couldn’t find any this morning, so I borrowed hers.

Margo and I were BFFs in high school. Attached at the hip. We hold each other singularly responsible for the fact that neither of us ever had a serious boyfriend in high school.

We have described our relationship over the years as “binge and purge.” We either don’t see or speak to each other, or we see each other all the time. Most of college, we were purging. Except for when I lived in Washington, DC and she was a student at American. That was a binge period.

Margo’s moved to Minneapolis until August, when she’s going to study illegal immigration in Turkey. So we hung out the other night and she’s staying with me this weekend while looking for an apartment.
I’m really happy she’s here. ‘Cause then I can borrow her mittens and we can run into each other randomly.

mercredi, novembre 08, 2006

They better not screw it up

Top five moments from Election Day

1) Democrats win everything except the World Cup (and the Governorship)
2) First Muslim congressman in U.S. History
3) First female speaker of the house in U.S. History
4) First female U.S. senator in Minnesota history
5) First black U.S. representative in Minnesota history

Last night I stopped at the liquor store before the election night fiesta. I bought two bottles of champagne (one for spraying in the yard, which never happened). I didn’t dare to be optimistic before then – it was once I’d already heard about half the races called that I even spent the money on the champagne.

I’ve spent the last six years of my life – ever since I could vote, really — living under this repressed feeling that our government really doesn’t represent me. All the conservatives are totally crazy – i.e. Michelle Bachman – and the Democrats have been powerless to do anything.

The conservatives advocated for the gay marriage amendment. Or the flag burning amendment. Or the giant fence on the border. Or kicking out all the immigrants. Or making a mess out of Medicare and Social Security.

I didn’t realize how truly sad I was about all of this until I was reading the newspaper this morning and started to think about all the cool things could happen now that the Democrats have a say. Already, Bush had lunch with Nancy Pelosi today and Donald Rumsfeld quit.

I’m an optimist about politics and I tend to believe (perhaps naively) that our government will work, and eventually life in this country will change for the better.

Ever since I’ve been able to vote, I’ve put all my faith in the Democrats. I would guess that 85 percent of the votes I have cast in the last six years have been for Democrats. In retrospect, they have done very little to earn these votes on my part. The votes have been cast with the sheer faith that whatever Democrats do would be better than the status quo. They would protect millions of Americans from racism and sexism and bigotry and hatred.

Now that they’re in power, if they screw it up, it will break my heart.

mardi, novembre 07, 2006

And they're off!


I love Election Day. I think it’s my second favorite holiday, after Halloween. And they’re so close together!

I jumped out of bed at 6:45 this morning in order to get to my local precinct by 7 a.m. I had to stand in line for 20 minutes. I cast my votes for mostly Democrats, not all, then went home and got ready for work.

I’m even wearing my favorite Election Day T-shirt. It’s got a picture of a donkey, and an elephant, and it says, “Let’s Get This Party Started.”

I remember being similarly excited on Election Day 2004. I also jumped out of bed that day in order to vote before my day really began. At the time, I was managing editor at the Daily and I knew I’d have a super stressful, action packed day. There’s no better place to be on Election Day than in a newsroom. Now, though, since I’m just a peon who covers education, I don’t have to work tonight.

Last time around, the results were not exactly what I had been hoping for. After the paper had been put to bed, I got drunk in the photo department with Tom. There’s the benefit of working at a college newspaper.

Tonight? I’ve got my fingers crossed. But I know how things work in this country. Whenever I get my hopes up, they get crushed like little pieces of glass from a broken beer bottle on the street.

mardi, octobre 10, 2006

Today's soap box

Indispensable Old Media
New media is great, but the continued killings of old-school investigative reporters prove their work is crucial.

By Susan D. Moeller and Moisés Naím

Over the weekend, at almost the same time that the world was informed that Google was vying to pay $1.65 billion for YouTube, a 2-year-old video-sharing website, famed Russian journalist Anna Politkovskaya was gunned down in Moscow. Politkovskaya covered human rights abuses in Chechnya. She was also a vocal critic of Russian President Vladimir V. Putin, and Russian authorities consider her death a political assassination.

YouTube's acquisition and Politkovskaya's killing are unrelated events. Yet both offer powerful clues about the forces shaping the way information is produced, distributed and consumed in today's world. YouTube epitomizes "new media" — their immense potential and surprising effects. Politkovskaya represents "old media" — their literal struggle for survival and also their historical, indeed indispensable, value.

There is no doubt that new technologies are changing the way all of us get and understand information. The trend is toward actively "searching" for what one wants to watch, read or listen to rather than passively taking in whatever editors or producers select.

The fascination with the transformational effect of all this makes it easy to forget what is essential to the information process: traditional "old media" messengers such as Anna Politkovskaya. Or the two German journalists killed in Afghanistan the same day. Or their 75 colleagues who have died so far this year in 21 countries, and the 58 who died last year, according to the Paris-based World Assn. of Newspapers.

Some of the journalists who died were caught in the crossfire of ferocious wars; others were hunted down to prevent their stories from being told. Twenty-six journalists and media assistants (camera operators, sound recordists and others) have died in Iraq so far this year — such as Hadi Anawi Joubouri, a reporter and representative of the Iraqi Journalists Syndicate in the province of Diyala who was shot and killed last month on a road north of Baghdad.

But journalists are not just being routinely killed in Iraq or by terrorists. Investigative reporters who expose corrupt politicians, organized crime or the astonishing power of illicit traffickers of people, drugs or weapons are regularly murdered. So far this year, journalists have been killed in 21 countries. In the Dominican Republic, Facundo Labata, who reported on drug trafficking, was shot while playing dominos in Santo Domingo.

In Sudan, the beheaded body of Mohammed Taha Mohammed Ahmed, the editor of the Sudanese newspaper Al Wifaq, was found on the outskirts of the capital, Khartoum. He was tried last year for reprinting an article deemed to be blasphemous.

Ogulsapar Muradova, a correspondent for Radio Free Europe/Radio Liberty accused of (among other things) smearing the reputation of Turkmenistan, died while in custody in that country. Her children described marks on her neck and a "large wound" on her head.

Like the slaying of Politkovskaya, these killings illustrate that it is the messenger that matters. Insurgents, criminals, terrorists and corrupt politicians understand very well that it is the months or years of digging by professional reporters, many of them supported by traditional news organizations, that will expose misdeeds.

Of course, new technologies expand the ways in which media can provide public service and, at times, also amplify the effect of the professional investigative reporters. Ask Londoners about the political power of cellphone pictures of the terrorist subway and bus bombings uploaded to the photo-sharing site Flickr, or ask residents of New Orleans about the power of blogs covering the failed relief efforts after Hurricane Katrina, or ask Sen. George Allen (R-Va.) about the half-life of remarks broadcast via YouTube that many deemed racist.

It is harder to quash the millions of citizen-journalists armed with photos and videos and blogs than it is to silence a single, bothersome reporter such as Politkovskaya. Yet her investigations and the work of the other professionals provide the unambiguous evidence and credible "content" — documents, sources, doggedly checked and rechecked details — we desperately need for a functioning, civilized, democratic and ultimately free society.

The Nobel committee, which will announce its peace prize this week, has commissioned a report on the link between peace and news coverage. "Good news coverage can be essential to peace," Geir Lundestad, the secretary of the committee, has said. "Accurate information … can often reduce conflict." YouTube, Google, Flickr and many other websites offer valuable tools for keeping the world informed. But they are not a substitute for Politkovskaya and her colleagues.

Societies are judged on how they treat their most vulnerable citizens. We suggest that added to that calculation should be whether journalists have been threatened, assaulted and killed. Tell us how many journalists were assassinated in your country last year, and we will tell you what kind of society you have.

mardi, octobre 03, 2006

"It just all evaporated."

This morning I got to interview Paul Holman, the President of the Tournament of Roses. That’s the group that puts on the Rose Bowl every year. He was in town because the Lakeville North Marching Band is going to march in the parade this winter. Here’s an excerpt:

Q: What are the chances that the Gophers get to play in the Rose Bowl this year?

A: Zero? So far it doesn’t look good. We have been so hoping that ever since we came to the Aquatennial parade and got to know a bunch of people from Minnesota, that they would be able to come. We have been so frustrated because a couple of years ago the Gophers went 7 and 0, and then just went right off the end of the table. Oh my gosh. And we thought they were going to beat Michigan. That would have been astounding, that would have been huge, and then boom, it just all evaporated.

lundi, octobre 02, 2006

We're gonna win, Twins, we're gonna score

One would think that since I work for the venerable Newspaper of the Twin Cities, I would be able to buy a homer hankie. False. I have spent all day walking from my desk to the advertising office near the lobby to see if their new shipment of hankies has come in yet. They’re sold out.

Omernik and I are going to the Twins game tomorrow at noon. I'm skipping several hours of work to go. Yesterday's goings-on were super exciting. Maybe I will stop by the Pep Rally in downtown Minneapolis tonight.

The Twins first won the World Series when I was five. The next year, my Dad and I drove down to Minneapolis for my first Twins game. I was so excited during the car ride that we had to pull over to the side of the road so I could puke. True story. I got verification from my parents yesterday.

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.

dimanche, août 27, 2006

Sunday night bike ride


I went for a sweet bike ride this evening. I had spent all day at the state fair, walking, eating and roasting in the sun. I was super tired when I got home but decided I should get some physical activity to work off the cheese curds, hot dogs and cookies I ate at the fair.

Here's the route I took. I left around 7:30, so it was just starting to get a little dark. The air was cooler than usual and the streets were pretty deserted. I went from my apartment, into downtown, to campus and up East River Road to St. Thomas, then back.

It really helped clear my mind. Except it was gross when I was on East River Road and there were tons of gnats and everytime I opened my mouth to breathe I would breathe in bugs.

jeudi, août 24, 2006

Don't marry smart women

Here's another fascinating read.
http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/2006/08/24/career_women/

It's a commentary about a recent Forbes article that actually told guys not to marry smart career women. It said they won't be as dependent on men, will have the means to leave them if the relationship is unhappy and they will complain about doing housework if they make more than $15 an hour and work more than 30 hours a week.

Hmm. You'd think we'd be over that by now.

Now here's something to be proud of

America's No. 2 drunkest city? Says who?
A Forbes ranking of the Twin Cities' drinking habits is greeted with much scorn and skepticism.

BY BOB SHAW
Pioneer Press

Where is the second-drunkest city in America?

Chances are you are living in it — according to Forbes Magazine, at least. The Minneapolis-St. Paul area is surpassed only by Milwaukee in the magazine's first-ever "drunkest cities" evaluation.

"You mean we beat out New Orleans? Sounds kind of nuts to me," bartender Chris Fish said as he filled a glass of beer behind the bar of the Hat Trick Lounge in St. Paul.

From corner taps to government offices, experts on drinking scratched their heads Wednesday to try to explain what the survey means.

In the past, officials have boasted that surveys have been kind to the Twin Cities, praising the area lavishly for health, happiness and overall living conditions.

Or is that just the beer talking?

Complete story:
http://www.twincities.com/mld/twincities/15347971.htm