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Radio sweetheart
I’ve had a long illustrious career in radio. There was that one time in 1995 when I was on some Eau Claire radio station’s morning talk-radio program for dissing hard on Paul Revere & The Raiders in a newspaper review. And then there was that one time this winter that Mary Lucia said, “Jodi from Shakopee is a writer, so you know she has no money, but she’s renewing her membership” during Minnesota Public Radio’s membership drive. And then there…
Not in love with Nobody
The Nobody is Jeff Lemire’s take on the classic H.G. Wells tale of The Invisible Man. In Lemire’s tale the invisible man arrives in Large Mouth (population 754) sporting mummyesque bandages and a troubled past. Of course he captures the attention of Vickie, a bored teen who works in her dad’s diner, and the rest of the town. They don’t cotton to mysterious strangers in Large Mouth. John Griffen lands in the small town because he’s fleeing the death of…
38 Special
That’s the first time I’ve seen my name alone on a birthday since I was seven years old. Okay, that’s kind of a lie. When I was 29 my coworkers brought me a cake for my birthday and it had my name on it. But can we all agree it’s the cake your mom brings that’s the one true cake? Okay, good. So yeah, I celebrated my sister sans Sister #4 for the first time in about thirty years. She’s…
What You Talk About When You Talk About Not Having Time to Read
“In today’s installment, we hear from three MinnPost staffers who have time to read,” From MinnPost’s Book Club Club post. Nothing sends me through the roof like seeing that phrase “have time to read.” It bothers me more than “it is what it is” and improper use of “begs the question” combined. It bugs me even more that it’s coming from MinnPost, a website that I adore and that, well, asks people to read its articles. I hate “have time…
Fishy
I’m calling bullshit on Bret Michaels’ recent health problems. I’m not buying it. I have no doubt that he was ill and had some sort of brain trauma, but the seriousness of it had to have been grossly dramatized for maximum publicity effect. Something smells fishy. Now, admittedly, I got my medical degree from Speculation U, but things just aren’t adding up here. How you can go from having a brain hemorrhage, a “warning stroke,” and a hole in your…