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T he Guthr ie accommodate s its sightle s s patrons
BY NAT TIE OLSON
I was feeling slightly out of place at the Guthrie’s sensory tour of the production of Tennessee Williams’ The Glass Menagerie, partially because I
was the only male among the 50 patrons visiting the theater that day, partially because I was at least thirty-five years everybody’s junior, but also
because pretty much all of the women there were blind. The set looked
like the angelic love child of Picasso during his blue period and Williams’
southern charm. Venetian blinds hung from frames with chipped midnightblue paint, teal curtains with fading cyan flowers swayed under the delicate brush of air conditioning. All of this, from the decaying, powder blue
daybeds to the dark navy fire escape, I could see, but the play’s patrons
could not. This is why the Guthrie started their sensory tours about fifteen
years ago: to give their sightless customers the experience they deserve.
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“And have real sex!” one
of the elderly blind women
added with a shout, and
we all laughed.
or every performance at the Guthrie,
there is at least one guided sensory
tour before the play, where the patrons
are allowed to come up on stage, either
alone or with guides, to feel the set. In
this case, as it was a Tennessee Williams
play, the women were encouraged to run their fingertips across fading silk dresses and other costumes, the
delicate china on the kitchen table, the now fading curtains with a look of dissipated elegance, and of course,
the glass menagerie itself.
We’ve all heard about how the blind, since they lack one
of the five senses, are more adept with their remaining
senses. Because of this, the tour’s guide, who also leads
the audio description of the action in the play, warned
the play’s patrons that one character would smoke about
seven cigarettes throughout the performance. By this
she was bothered. After having a discussion with the director, the only response was
that actual smoking, as opposed to just acting, was more
real. “But I don’t get it,” she
said. “If that’s their logic, why
don’t they drink real whiskey
on stage instead of iced tea?”
More than anything, the sensory tours are conducted
so that the members of the blind community who are
interested in attending the theater can get more out
of the performance. During the tour, while watching someone examine the weave of a thin, fading blue
flower printed blanket, I realized that seeing people
tend to take their sight for granted. Would the plays
attendees with vision notice the paint chips in the phonograph, or the subtle cracks in the wicker furniture?
The sensory tour’s patrons happily spent a half hour
or so fingering the worn glass windows on the oak
chiffrobe, slowly dragging their toes over the thick
metal grates of the fire escape. They took their time
to palm the edges of young Tom Winfield’s, one of the
play’s principle characters, tall portrait; they listened
intently as the seeing volunteers described the character’s expression, the telling features of his face.
They pinched the spray-painted steel wool that hung
like blue ivy from the thick bars of navy rebar. Would
they get more from the performance? I’d bet on it.
If you or someone you know has trouble seeing and is
interested in seeing a play that is coming to the Guthrie, contact the ticket office about the sensory tours
to find out when the performance with audio description is scheduled. The patrons I toured with seemed to
genuinely enjoy examining the aging coat rack and the
antique clock, they had fun assaying the weave and
feel of the costumes as a friend, relative or tour guide
described to them the print and patterns, as well as
which character was wearing the specific garment. If
nothing else, your friend is bound to enjoy the tour as
well as retain a better concept of what is happening
during the performance, and look at it this way, when
else will you be able to test out the couches on stage
at the Guthrie?
“And have real sex!” one of the
elderly blind women added with a shout, and we all
laughed.
Although the general reaction
to the sensory tour, which is
free of charge when one purchases a ticket to the play, has
been overwhelmingly positive,
there remain some in the blind
community who are opposed.
The tour guide discussed with
me how there are some members of the community who
would rather not be treated at
all differently, but, in this situation, there are bound to be
things they miss. On average
the tour sees about fifteen patrons, however a Williams play,
since he was, in this writer’s
opinion, one of the best American playwrights ever, generated more than three times the
typical turnout.
T. Charles Erickson
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Off the
Beaten Path
courtesy the control group
El Perro del Mar at the Cedar
by Joshua Capodarco
A historic movie theatre, a Swedish singer and a cheery
L.A. band is a less than five-minute walk from the West
Bank. What next? Sponsored by Radio K, El Perro Del
Mar and The Submarines will be paying a March 7 visit
to the Cedar Cultural Center for a night of hushed heartbreak. El Perro Del Mar’s lead singer, Sarah Assbring’s
voice sounds as unique as Joanna Newsom’s and as ethereal as Bjork’s. Assbring’s voice meshes with pop lullabies
and simple melodies guaranteed to keep you interested if
nothing else. Although painfully simple, her songs hold
true to their pop aspects, and grow on you little by little.
From her music to her lyrics, each part of the song builds
up a dreamy, hushed world; a world full of walks, hills
and an ever-present melancholy. Despite the fact that
her songs may repeat the same three lines over and over
again, tension hangs behind each scenario. Her voice will
never betray the fact that her lyrics are so painfully obvious: she hurts, she misses and she wants somebody back.
Assbring’s use of bebop adds to her uniqueness with a series of “bebop bebop a loo la” in her song “Party.” Simple
melodies and an unfaltering voice create a sort of dream
pop that isn’t pretentious in the least. Eager to talk about
the “blues” and about how she is being treated like a dog,
El Perro Del Mar makes it okay to feel sad.
Assbring began her one-woman band in 2003 in Gothenburg, Sweden to finally get a chance to make the music
she wanted. Waiting through a dry spell of inspiration,
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Assbring got the idea for the group while boating on the
shore of Spain and seeing a dog (which makes her band’s
name appropriate, translating to “the sea dog” in Spanish). In Sweden she hooked up with the Licking Fingers
label. Licking Fingers is home to other Swedish pop super stars such as The Concretes and Frida Hyvönen. Her
newest self-titled release is the first to make it’s way over
the Atlantic into U.S. and Canadian soil. El Perro Del
Mar is currently on tour across North America, working
her way through Canada all the way to the west coast and
stopping in Minneapolis’s Cedar Cultural Center.
The Cedar has played host to the
newest in the indie scene as well as
anything from folk, bluegrass, and
African and Middle Eastern music.
The Submarines, an L.A. indie-pop duo, will be performing with El Perro Del Mar at the Cedar. Combining
hushed vocals with upbeat rhythms blended with organs,
guitar and who knows what else, The Submarines weave
their music in and out of bright moments and dark lyrics leaving you generally ecstatic in the end. The duo recently released a new record “Declare a New State” on the
Nettwerk record label, the album which, as Bill Kubeczko
at the Cedar says “will be the happiest part of your day.”
On top of all this is the chance to see these two groups in
a smaller, more intimate venue. Situated right in front of
the Cedar-Riverside apartment complex, the Cedar Cultural Center plays host not only to great international
and national music acts but to community groups and organizations. Renovated from a run-down movie theatre,
The Cedar Cultural Center opened as a music venue in
1989 and has provided 150 shows every year since. As a
non-profit, the Cedar runs on donations and a huge volunteer base of more than 300, and only takes in enough
from ticket revenue to cover 46% of its operating costs.
Bill Kubeczko, the artistic and executive director since
1993, attributes their success to the eclectic taste of the
venue and the “music heads” that work and volunteer
there. For Bill, the key to success as a non-profit venue
is “presenting the broadest palette of the best stuff we
can” and holding true to an organization that is more
about the music and less about the profit. Balance along
with originality is a key factor of finding bands for the
Cedar and working with the artist to create an intimate
feeling and provide the best show for the audience. The
Cedar has played host to the newest in the indie scene as
well as anything from folk, bluegrass, and African and
Middle Eastern music. To experience some culture away
from your typical routine, head over to the Cedar Cultural Center March 7, tickets are $12 in advance and $15
the day of the show.
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Public Radio That’s Not
for Your Grandmother
The Wake Follows Up
christopher roberts
by Becky Lang
In the logic of low-culture proponent and writer Chuck
Klosterman, a five dollar show should be at least as good
as, “a lot of candy,” to be worth its ticket. He may have
feared that his performance at the Fitzgerald theatre,
with an admittance rate of $15, wouldn’t hold up, but with
the addition of the set by Minnesota-grown band Tapes ’n
Tapes, the night was worth at least a Halloween-size load
of Snickers and Skittles.
The show was hosted by NPR’s Mary Lucia, who dressed
like an Urban Outfitters model and had enough experience in Klosterman’s special territory, heavy metal music,
to decide which bands were “dudesque” and which got
the crowd rumbling just by shouting, “You motherfuckers
are crazy man!” The two got comfy in a pair of ruby-colored armchairs, and proceeded to cover territory from the
inherent laziness of soccer to the rationalization Britney
Spears might find to publicly kick her baby.
According to Chuck, Britney is the product of an identity-blurring culture, unable to distinguish between acts
done from normal motives and acts done to fuel her public image. “Eating KFC barefoot,” seemed like a simple
act, he explained, until she was later told she was ingeniously “identifying with the common man.” From there,
Klosterman began delving into evolutionary theory and
Freudian psychoanalysis, wondering if we haven’t yet
evolved to understand subconsciously that the things on
television aren’t truly reality. Even a pop princess begins
to lose the ability to see where the consequences of her actions will go once they are mirrored onto her Hollywood
image. Suddenly the audience is nodding and laughing
nervously along with the idea of Britney Spears sitting at
a table outside Starbucks, admiring her child and thinking, “What would happen if I just kicked it?”
This is a common occurrence with Chuck Klosterman,
these surprising moments of transcendence growing
out of inane inquiries into things like The Sims, or the
“aggressive” un-coolness of Billy Joel. The people and
ideas that he chooses to defend are hard to predict, but
usually they will be the current underdogs in the media
machine. Through his shameless love of culture, Klosterman brings a logical, articulate insight into a territory that most intellectuals are hesitant to associate with.
To Klosterman, all culture exists for a reason, and it is
his gift to explore our psyches through both our voyeurism and our consumerism.
According to the program, the
name “Fakebook” refers to the
rough set of notes that an artist
is provided with and expected to
improvise from.
Watching him, one easily suspects that in a simpler era,
he could have put on a white collar and become a theologian, with a crowd of Catholics eating up his every word,
instead of a crowd of twenty-something hipsters sipping dark beers. However, Klosterman remains humble,
concluding his interview with the claim, “When nobody
knows who I am in twenty years, tell them: He knew this
would happen!”
Opening and closing the show, the band Tapes ’n Tapes
played the most reputed songs from their album “The
Loon.” According to the program, the name “Fakebook”
refers to the rough set of notes that an artist is provided
with and expected to improvise from. However, the four
members of Tapes ’n Tapes strolled out, dressed like
they came straight from the St. Paul Public Library,
whipped out their maracas, and jumped into the song
“The Iliad” in a manner far from improvisational.
It was probably a relief that Tapes ’n Tapes played the
crowd favs, because the typical Tapes ’n Tapes song
tends to create a more contemplative atmosphere. The
song structure is not consistent, but borderline manicdepressive, skipping from steady, shadowy moments to
head-rush, screaming epiphanies.
One song that was covered, “10 Gallon Ascots,” begins
with a humble bassline and slow guitar that move together like rainy day traffic. A slightly ska hook fires
up, with hesitant, desperate vocals that yelp, “Wash
away weekends…they leave me cold.” The drummer
kicks in, and the song becomes a landslide of sound, as
if a friend you were just talking to suddenly sprang up
and started painting the walls.
It is rumored that Tapes ’n Tapes writes their vocals by
making simple sounds with their mouths and then turning them into whichever words they happen to sound
like. This makes sense when analyzing lyrics like, “File
out/at night/shock steers/with fright,” but occasionally
leads to refreshing and often humorous lyrical moments
such as, “Clowns take the bitter, bitter share.”
However, Tapes ’n Tapes seemed at their height of
comfort on their closing song, the mostly instrumental “Jakov’s Sweet.” Pounding through a fizzling race
track of a chord sequence, they hoped to cement for the
audience that the night had been worth fifteen kingsized candy bars.
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Voices/
ben alpert
Pigeonholing unnecessary
labels eradicates individuality
those “haters” with a different point of view a reason to
dislike me before they ever get to meet me and hear me
out.
People disagree on almost everything, so naturally it’s
comforting to seek those who share our opinions. When
we find these kindred souls, we band together, but eventually people within any group will differ in their interests.
This is why broad party descriptions do more to hurt the
people they embody than to help them.
BY brent campbell
I love my family, but we don’t live very close to each other,
so on rare occasions when I see them it’s always a treat.
They’re great people, but without fail, we always end up
fighting about politics. And after years of observing this
behavior, if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that names
like “Democrat” and “Republican,” “conservative” and
“liberal” never do much to help the conversation. As a
society, it appears asinine to ignore the obvious fact that
individuality will always remain potent, even among such
a vast body, and these terms do not properly encompass
what and why a person might believe something.
I’m not sure how or why I allow myself to get drawn
into these “friendly” arguments. I don’t subscribe to any
single political party’s agenda; I don’t see the point. As
Dr. Mary Pipher, author of Writing to Change the World,
puts it, “Ideological haters do not know the people they
hate. They see them through the thick and distorted glass
of their rigid and limited frames.” Choosing a side gives
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Our democracy is not living up to the expectations of the
forefathers who created it. Realistically, by writing in a
candidate’s name we can vote for whomever we want come
Election Day, but the voters habitually end up selecting
either Democrats or Republicans, because at one point
somebody convinced us that to choose a third party candidate is to waste our vote.
One of this country’s founders would side with me. In
his farewell speech, George Washington said, “Let me …
warn you in the most solemn manner against the baneful effects of the spirit of party, generally … The alternate domination of one faction over another, sharpened by
the spirit of revenge, natural to party dissension, which
in different ages and countries has perpetrated the most
horrid enormities, is itself a frightful despotism.”
It’s time for a touch of inward reflection. Were you ecstatic
when the Democrats assumed the majority in Congress?
Were you considerably upset that Republicans were ousted? If the reason for your glee or disappointment is simply
that you don’t like the other guys, you might be falling
victim to that spirit of revenge Washington mentions.
Tsk tsk. Until you learn what the “other guys” plan to do,
don’t knock ‘em. It would be more productive to write a
letter or sneak away on a tour of the capitol building to
speak in person with your politician of choice.
It’s important to maintain a certain level of faith in the
politicians we have elected, but if you don’t see eye to eye
with them, it’s your responsibility to get in their faces
and tell them you mean business. Republicans do a lot of
things I dislike and so do Democrats. Even Independents
don’t have all the answers. We’re not playing baseball
here; I don’t have to root for the whole “team” if only a
couple players are carrying the rest. Good comes from the
actions of every party, so to blame one side for the country’s downfalls or pat one side on the back for its successes is ridiculously irresponsible.
Some of the members of our generation are noticeably less
concerned about politics than older age groups. We are
highly apathetic about delving into the issues and voting. As a result, a lot of students are still following family
politics, consuming every morsel of partisan propaganda
hidden in conversations over home-cooked meals or in the
note attached to that bag of cookies Granny sends each
month. Maybe it’s time to diversify your outlook; that’s
the whole point of college, right? Develop some opinions,
not as a “conservative” or a “liberal,” but as an individual. Forget your allegiance to your family’s political views, and vote for the right person for the job. It’s
not always going to be a liberal, and it may not even be a
conservative.
Pipher concludes her chapter with, “Empathy shatters
ideologies and destroys stereotypes. It is the only thing
that works.” I call myself an American, and if you can empathize with that, we’ve got some hearty, honest conversations waiting up ahead.
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Sit Tight
People,
it’s Still 2007
Early election coverage as
necessary as early Christmas
nonsense
Ben Drewelow
It is 2007. The year just started. It is less than three
months old. So why is it 2008 according to the TV? Did
2007 do something wrong? Did it sleep with 2006 and not
call back? Did it commit some evil so unspeakable and
dastardly as to be completely ignored as the year that is
actually happening right now?
Ay, here’s the rub. 2007, that magnificent bastard, refuses to hold any national elections. In a feeble attempt
to defend its position, ’07 cited that “the federal system
schedules elections on even-numbered years.” This kind
of attitude is what gets years in trouble. It’s how years get
skipped all together.
Someone should have told ’07 not to mess with cable and
satellite TV and mainstream newspapers. These entities
want elections, dammit. They want a horse race to bet on.
They need gossip and interplay and who-said-what between candidates. Without it, media personalities would
have to report on the things that candidates do after they
are elected, like participate in committees, hold hearings,
offer legislation, debate, vote, etc. The media would have
to read the same reports, analyze the same data, interpret
the same studies, weigh the various competing interests
that elected representatives do, and then present their
findings to the public. Unfortunately, that all involves a
lot of work, and work is hard.
It’s about smart vs. stupid.
Thankfully, the media has rescued us from the threat presented by odd-numbered years by successfully petitioning
the United States to end 2007 immediately and make 2008
twenty-two months long. The official announcement is yet
to come, but let there be no doubt. Just turn on your TV
and see for yourself. Look, it says it right there on CNN,
“America Votes 2008.”
What a relief. It’s been so long since the last election I
could hardly stand it. Ah, 2006. Do you remember the
thrills? Do you remember the invigorating feeling when
‘06 put a new government in place? We were enthralled
with the possibilities presented by the Democrats’ takeover of congress. What would result from this election?
What did it mean for the future? The excitement of it all!
After 2006, boy-oh-boy was I jazzed up for, well, 2007.
Oh, right, 2007. Golly. Maybe it was a mistake to end it so
early. After all, 2007 barely had a chance to show what it
could do. I mean, congress had just held over fifty hearings on Iraq. They finally began to discuss climate change.
They raised the minimum wage. Could they have done
more? Maybe, but we’ll now never know. It’s 2008. Shit.
It’s going to be a long two-year year.
Photo Poll
by Heejin Han
If you could
change one thing
in your life, what
would it be?
Seriously though, don’t you wish they’d stop? Can’t big
media investigate substantive topics and perform its
watchdog function appropriately? The answer is no, for
big media in America are fronted by fools and imbeciles.
PBS’s Bill Moyers said it best recently at the Woodrow
Wilson Foundation. The “’pundits’ whose credibility increases with the frequency of exposure” have been “consistently wrong.” Wrong about a lot of things, but most
notably and consequently, wrong about the war.
I would spend
more time with
the people I love.
BRITTANY FABER
Architecture
Freshmen
“Don’t blame the media!” you say? Well, war can’t occur without the support of Congress. Congress wouldn’t
authorize a war without the support of voters. Voters
get their information from media and in turn, formulate
opinions. As Moyers put it, “������������������������������
four years after the invasion
of Iraq…the public apologists and advocates of the war
flourish in the media, while the costs of their delusions
accrue in body counts and lost treasure.”
Why do they flourish? Shouldn’t their bosses fire them
the way so many war supporters in Congress were voted
out? Shouldn’t they lose their ability to influence public
opinion, having led us into disaster? They should, but
they haven’t.
They don’t pay the price because they use the excuse
that there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.
According to popular media types, because “we” all
believed that there were WMD, “we” all supported the
idea of going to war, and though “we” were wrong, “we”
aren’t to blame because “we” were duped. Therefore,
“we,” big media, are all off the hook.
Take life less seriously
and read more.
TIM BRULL
Electrical Engineering
Freshman
Rubbish. Shenanigans. Bullshit.
Another topic slightly ignored under the glare of coverage on “Decision 2008” is, of course, the war. I’m talking
about killing and murder. I’m talking about sorrow. I’m
talking about bullets, bombs and shrapnel. I’m talking
about peril. I’m talking about death and destruction in
Iraq.
To the war advocates who’ve turned WMD apologists:
This is precisely what we didn’t want! We, the anti-war
crowd, opposed invading Iraq even when we, too, believed there were WMDs there, because we didn’t want
what has unfolded. We didn’t want thousands of dead
American soldiers. We didn’t want hundreds of thousands of dead Iraqi innocents. We didn’t want to waste
billions on a hopeless cause. We didn’t want to create a
terrorist hotbed as we understood the simple logic that
violence breeds violence. We weren’t listened to. Big media treated us like an odd-numbered year.
In the face of this quagmire, the media could do well to
listen to us for a change. Bring in some intellectuals and
stomp out the pundits. It’s not about liberal vs. conservative, Democrat vs. Republican; it’s about smart vs. stupid
and reason vs. haste. There are smart people all over the
political spectrum. Give them the podium and oust the
big media morons. Get excited about the 2008 election
next year, but for now, let’s extend 2007 to its original
twelve-month format.
I would be able
to read more and
write better.
CRAIG FOSTER
Chemistry
Sophomore
I wish life, mine,
was much simpler.
ANDREW THEWS
Theatre
Sophomore
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Campus/
BY alison fiebig
Producers ask a music teacher what his
students have taught him. He says, “That
they are full of shit.” Erykah Badu, her
fingers buried deep in her amazing, voluminous hair, assured us that no one gets a
record deal today unless their breasts are
begging and obvious. The general opinion
seems to be summed up most by saying:
We are passing up our generations greatest
musicians. What has become of the artists
that dedicated themselves not only to the
sound of music, but to the history and the
art of music?
On February 15, the Whole in Coffman
held a taster of the hottest new music
documentary out: Before the Music Dies.
Filmmakers Joel Rasmussen and Andrew
Shapter had faith that an answer exists as
to why music is dying. They criss-crossed
their way across America to sit down and
talk with artists, composers and insiders
about the reasons fueling the death of music. More specifically, they query several
industry gurus about why certain sounds
are currently being rejected from TV
countdowns, and the decline of (what some
would consider) real music getting airplay.
This shows that the radio has more control
in the music industry than one may think.
Beginning with an anthology of clips of
our nation’s music pioneers, the film brings
us right up to present time. Grills, chains,
high-tops and posses have replaced the
neckties, satin saddle shoes and the barbershop trios. I think we can all agree that
the “boy band” has been tweaked a little
bit throughout the years. What some would
consider real, American music is being
denied the chance to ring. Some blame the
MTV phenomenon, which led us into what
is now becoming an over-indulged hip-hop
movement.
Before the Music Dies suggests that the
airwaves have abandoned talent for image. Today, radio has become a mere plat-
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form for performance beauties and less
about musical finesse. Badu, in a segment
of her interview, jokingly advises that one
must sport four-inch heels to really make
it in the business. Film producers put a
young woman, who is pursuing a modeling career, up to an experiment: Record a
song and shoot a video for it ... sounds easy
enough, right? It’s too easy.
Perched on a stool, mouth pressed to the
mic, the recording studio setting alludes to
a hopeful outcome. But as the record producer immediately points out, her vocals
are shaky. In fact, her vocals suck. But the
producer comforts us and assures that this
happens all the time. The press of a button
repairs the tone problem, and the girl gallops off to shoot her music video.
courtesy of Before the Music Dies
She looked great, going for a more minimal look with just a tank top and shorts.
Less minimal were her hair and make-up.
A bit overkill, in fact, but the more skin,
the more sales. The music is cued and the
lyrics sound. The girl’s song is dedicated
to her boyfriend whose mother went away
for the night. What the film is trying to get
across is that if a face can sell, the imperfections (in this case, the absence of vocal
talent) are only minor. What we don’t consciously realize is that skin and sex have
nothing to do with sound. Rasmussen and
Shapter are trying to illustrate that the industry is signing sex over sound.
Nowadays, artists operate under dictating
record labels. The film explores the labels
and the artists that have experienced the
disadvantage. The documentary reveals
to us how monopolizing the labels are becoming. The fight for well-played, intellectual music is becoming fiercer each year.
Music doesn’t have to be good anymore.
Coffee doesn’t have to be good anymore.
These days, what makes a coffee shop good
isn’t its coffee – it’s wireless Internet access. Technology is the business, and it’s
what gets the business.
As the film points out, we are forgetting,
and possibly losing, the heart of music.
With inspiration, out comes the sound of
our ancestors, our musical architects and
our teachers. Before the Music Dies depicts how music began without the concern
or influence of the radio. Created to communicate the sounds of the time with the
public, the radio had an important role
in music. Music videos have become such
an integral part of the package now, that
the industry has turned its head towards
whatever looks good. Record labels no longer require musically talented artists to
make music. A strong debate has surfaced
on whether or not corporations really have
the power to hush musical originality. In
fact, these days you don’t even have to
have vocal chords, really. Stand there and
dance. Justin Timberlake will show you
how.
Like most, this documentary is meant to
arouse discussion. Before the Music Dies
intends to fuel the other side of the stick.
Who is to say that music can’t morph back
into what it used to be? But what Rasmussen and Shapter have dedicated themselves to, is proving that music is losing its
meaning somewhere between the manipulating labels and the new image standards.
The direction music is headed in is hard to
tell, but the documentary reflects a hope
in the industry, and most of all, the audience.
Before the Music Dies DVD is available to purchase
beginning February 28. Read further on http://www.
beforethemusicdies.com/blog/b4md.
\ Campus
Sex, Snails, and the Bryant Lake Bowl
“In pubescent teens, males think about
sex every 60 seconds, while females think
about sex every couple of hours,” Norton
adds, illustrating that Bateman’s principle
often holds true for humans, too.
dave hagen
BY evelyn hampton
It’s Tuesday evening at the Bryant Lake
Bowl, and I’m here to learn about sex. Diners slyly watch bowlers’ bodies, bowlers
watch waitresses, and waitresses gently
nudge bodies out of their way. Staccatos of
falling pins punctuate the tension, and it’s
easy to construct all kinds of metaphors
linking bowling -- sport of alleys and gutters, good aim and embarrassing failures
-- to the less sublimated sport that’s also
taking place right now: the volley of eyes
and innuendo that is the sport of flirting.
I’m here to learn about sex, and I’m starting to think that sex is what the BLB is all
about.
I settle into the crowded theater off of the
dining room. We’re all here for Café Scientifique’s “Sex, Snails, and Evolution,” a
lecture by Cindy Norton, professor of biology at the College of St. Catherine and an
expert in the mating habits of hermaphroditic snails.
Café Scientifique is an international program that brings together adults in small
venues to discuss science-related topics. The Bell Museum began its own Café
two years ago and is the host of tonight’s
lecture.
From the beginning of Norton’s presentation, it’s difficult not to draw parallels between snails’ and humans’ mating habits,
even though, as Norton points out, snails
are tiny, practically brainless, and certainly do not think about their sex choices
in a way that’s even close to the way humans think about theirs. Complexities of
human desire are reduced to the rote mandates of instinct in snails.
Nevertheless, it’s tempting to anthropomorphize, and as the evening goes on, it
seems that Norton wants us to. Hermaphroditic snails are not only a model system
for her research, but also for examining
how we talk about sex and sex roles among
humans.
In humans, sex differences are realized
in wonderfully bizarre and complex mating behaviors (many of which are no doubt
playing out right now in the BLB amid
falling pins and wayward glances). But sex
differences also lead to conflict. “There’s
a conflict of interest between males and
females over reproductive decisions and
mating behaviors,” Norton says. Among
humans and other species in which the
sexes are housed in different individuals, the battle isn’t between the sexes, but
within the sexes. Females battle other females for choice males, and males go head
to head for desirable females.
“What about hermaphrodites?” asks Norton. Organisms like Helisoma trivolvis,
the snails Norton studies, force us to think
differently about sex roles. Trivolvis can
copulate in any of three ways: reciprocally -where both snails are acting as both
sexes simultaneously, or as a male, or as a
female.
Norton studies the factors that influence
sex roles in trivolvis. She wants to know
how they “decide” which role they’ll take
during sex. She has found that size matters: the smallest snail tends to be the
male, and when a mating snail pair is similarly-sized, they’re more likely to engage
in reciprocal copulation.
Because hermaphroditic species tend to
be solitary, “selfing,” or self-fertilization
allows them leave offspring despite their
lack of mate.
This last point seems to resonate with the
audience. Soon Norton’s presentation will
end and we’ll return to the complexities of
human relations -- the bowling and eyebatting of the BLB. But right now, for some
reason, we all seem to be thinking that the
trivolvis have it made.
The way scientists talk about sex roles
owes much to Darwin and natural selection. Norton explains that natural selection favors any trait that lets individuals
leave many offspring. An individual’s “fitness” is measured by how many offspring
it contributes to the next generation before it’s too old or gets knocked off by a
predator.
Reproduction is an important factor in determining fitness, and this is where males
and females are not equal. As Norton explains, males and females invest differently in sex. Males produce a lot of sperm,
so each sperm isn’t worth much. Females
tend to invest more in reproduction. They
produce fewer eggs than males do sperm,
and they’re generally the ones who care for
the fetus until it’s born. For females, then,
sex is potentially more expensive.
Among humans and other
species in which the sexes
are housed in different
individuals, the battle isn’t
between the sexes, but
within the sexes.
Trust the Professionals
In 1948, a scientist named Bateman, who
studied fruit flies, said that these different
energy investments should result in “an
indiscriminatory eagerness in the males
and a discriminatory passivity in the females.” Males will want to have sex with
whoever, whenever, and females will be
considerably more picky.
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Literary/
The Ring
­­­­­By John O’Connor
A bauble on my hand.
A piece of glass.
I ought to be grown up.
I understand
The strange allure of this.
It’s Tolkien’s fault, of course – he helped produce
The cottage industry
Of swords and sorcerers and epic war
And tales adults peruse in secrecy,
Pretending “Harry Potter” is a store
Their kids have dragged them to –
Well, here it is.
Behold, I paid too much
And the clerk laughed at me.
But it is pleasant to see, pleasant to touch.
It’s bright and shiny and it’s glittery.
And it might work.
Sleeping
With My
Dog
By John O’Connor
It’s just platonic, actually – we’re friends.
We share a bed as other couples do
But there it ends.
There are some similarities. The sigh.
The bad breath in the morning. Tranquil fat.
And the endearing eye.
Literary Events
Who: Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak
What: The author discusses her work.
When: Wednesday, March 7th, 7:30 pm.
Where: Coffman Union Theater (U of M), FREE
Who: Suzanne Lacy
What: In the Public Interest: New Artistic Strategies
When: Thursday, March 8th, Noon
Where: Nolte Center Lounge (U of M), FREE
Who: The Un-named Series: Hmong and Lao Writers
What: Ka Vang and Noukou thao read from recent
works.
When: Friday, March 9th, 7:30 pm.
Where: The Loft Literary Center (1011 Washington
Ave S, Ste 200), FREE
Who: Pamela Carter Joern; Maureen Millea Smith
What: The authors discuss the writing process and
their work
When: Saturday, March 10th, 10:30 am.
Where: Wayzata Community Library, FREE
Who: Don Reitz: Regis Masters Series
What: The artist discusses his work.
When: Saturday, March 10th, 2 pm.
Where: Minneapolis Institute of Arts, FREE
Who: Mary Treacy O’Keefe
What: The author discusses ‘Thin Places: Where
Faith is Affirmed and Hope Dwells.’
When: Tuesday, March 13th, 7 pm.
Where: Barnes & Noble (2080 Ford Pkwy, St. Paul),
FREE
Who: Dis-Contents: Lorraine Wild
What: The publisher and design artist discusses her
career.
When: Tuesday, March 13th, 7 pm.
Where: Walker Art Center, $24
Wanted:
Field Notes from
Spring Break.
Show us what you
experienced.
jduellman@wakemag.org
14/07-20 March 2007
HOW TO submit to the
Literary section:
Submitting is easy! Send your poems, short stories or
suggestions to jduellman@wakemag.org Attach your
work using Microsoft Word and also include your piece
in the body of the e-mail. Any accompanying illustrations must be sent at 300 DPI.
Still have concerns? We are also available to meet in
person to workshop your creative work. Just send an
e-mail to set an appointment. We don’t bite... hard.
The Liminal
Deadline:
Friday, March 9th!
See page 15 for
details!
liminal@wakemag.org
\Literary
The Liminal, a literary journal sponsored by The Wake
Student Magazine is now accepting submissions. We
welcome everyone to please send poetry, prose, short
fiction, creative non-fiction, art & photography to
Liminal@wakemag.org. Submissions should be 2,000
words or less. Art & photography must be sent at a
resolution of 300 DPI. In addition, we have free copies
of past issues of the Liminal available in the Wake office.
If you would like a copy, please send us an e-mail so we
can make arrangments for receiving.
Deadline for Submissions:
March 9th, 2007
Liminal@wakemag.org
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By Nick Gerhardt
alex judkins
Mariucci Arena normally provides the Gophers a sanctuary to regain their confidence and retool their game, but after this
last weekend Mariucci looks like a frightening place for the men’s hockey team. The
Gophers hoped to clinch the MacNaughton
Cup against St. Cloud State for the second
straight year and the first time since 198889. Those hopes were quickly squashed
Friday night at the National Hockey Center and again Saturday night at Mariucci
Arena. The worst part of it all was the
questions the team raised with its inconsistent play coming only weeks before the
WCHA playoffs. It seems the MacNaughton Cup curse is making its appearance.
Gophers Looking
For Improvement
Going into Final Stretch
By all accounts the squad should have
been geeked for this weekend match, but
for whatever reason the Gophers didn’t
show up to play Friday night, and the
hangover carried into Saturday night. The
Gophers will still clinch the MacNaughton
Cup, but with less fanfare than if it were
against an in-state rival like St. Cloud
State. More importantly a win against the
Huskies would have sent a message across
the country that the Gophers are real and
serious about making a run at the NCAA
Championship.
The troublesome part of the equation is the
loss at home. Minnesota has now lost four
out of their last five at Mariucci with their
last win coming against Denver. Gopher
fans expect a tough stretch at times, but
with the playoffs looming it may worry
some. With fans still recovering from the
early exit in last year’s NCAA tournament,
a strong showing this year will be the only
remedy.
The Gophers coaching staff had some
choice words following Friday night’s
game, and the team did respond with some
great hockey on Saturday. Unfortunately they forgot about the third period and
squandered the game. With Bobby Goepfert minding the nets for the Huskies, the
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Gophers had a small chance of making a
comeback.
Visibly absent from this series and the
month of February was Kyle Okposo, the
leading scorer for the Gophers. Okposo
hasn’t registered a goal since February
2 against Alaska Anchorage late in the
third period of a blowout. Okposo played
well early in the year carrying the team
with his offensive prowess, but no one has
heard his name since. He needs to regain
his form to help the Gophers to a successful postseason. This team has playmakers, but Okposo may just be the best of the
group when he plays his game.
This coming weekend may not be the walk
in the park many expected when looking
at the schedule in the beginning of the
year. Michigan Tech has improved considerably and sits right in the middle of the
pack in the WCHA. Tech looks to move up
in the standings again this weekend, fresh
off a sweep of Wisconsin, and it also wants
to secure home ice for the first round of
the WCHA playoffs. So this match-up
will prove just as difficult for the Gophers
because Michigan Tech will come out
hungry — just like St. Cloud State. Tech is
unbeaten in their last four games and their
goaltender, Michael-Lee Teslak, stopped
31 shots in a shutout against the Badgers.
The rest of the season depends on how much they
have left in the tank after
dismantling opponents
earlier in the year.
Minnesota has a talented team, but the
rest of the season depends on how much
they have left in the tank after dismantling opponents earlier in the year. A number of things must occur in order for the
Gophers to raise another banner at the end
of the season. Number one, they have to
show up for every game from here on out
and regain their dominance. Number two,
Kyle Okposo has to climb out from under
the rock he’s been hiding under and start
scoring. The goaltending will be there for
Minnesota; Kellen Briggs is a solid goaltender with plenty of playoff-tested ability. If any team has the capacity to reverse
the curse, it’s the Gophers, and they will
give fans reason to believe if they take
care of Michigan Tech at home.
\ Athletics
Todd Hanson
By Nick Gerhardt
If you have ever taken a slow cruise
around Lake Calhoun to burn some time
on a snowy Sunday afternoon, you may
have seen some people whirling around in
the air performing mind-boggling twists
and turns using a kite. The kites these
people use are not the kites you remember
flying as a kid. Instead they are more like
parachutes that propel the rider into the
atmosphere. Snowkiting is a hybrid sport
that combines elements of windsurfing and
either snowboarding or skiing to propel
kiters around a lake or a field.
Nathan Borer, a snowkiting instructor,
starting snowkiting when he saw a group
of guys kiting on a lake near his house one
day. He grew up wakeboarding and snowboarding and after talking to the group he
decided to try snowkiting. Borer has been
kiting for three years now and has started
a winter recreation center for snowkiting
on Swede Lake.
“The lakes around the cities are good
for kiting, but not great because they are
crowded with fisherman and trees nearby,”
Borer said.
Borer decided Swede Lake, which is near
Waconia, MN, presented a perfect setting
for kiting, because it is a public lake and
not many people snowmobile or fish there.
“Swede Lake is roughly two times the size
of Lake Calhoun and twelve feet deep. So
it’s the first lake to freeze in the winter
and the last to thaw. [The shallowness]
gives a sturdy, strong surface to kite on,”
Borer said.
Snowkiting is a rapidly growing sport in
Minnesota because of the vast amount
of lakes in and outside of the metro area.
Larry Freeman, owner of the Scuba Center in Minneapolis, said that snowkiting
has been in the Minneapolis area for about
six or seven years.
“It really took off here; this was the grassroots for [snowkiting]. We probably have
more snowkiters per capita than any-
where. There are obviously some places
that are better for snowkiting, but it hasn’t
gotten started there. If you go out somewhere like Montana or Utah you obviously have more snow, but the numbers
of snowkiters are way down in comparison to here,” Freeman said. “Snowkiters
can reach speeds of 50 mph and above and
get 20-40 feet of air on jumps. When some
people start snowkiting, they do not want
to do jumps, but as soon as they are proficient, they will usually want to perform
jumps.”
The sport attracts an array of people because of the fusion of two activities. Many
people get involved in snowkiting either
because they wind surf or they ski, but
what’s most interesting is the age range of
people who snowkite.
They are more like parachutes that propel the
rider into the
atmosphere.
“The majority of kiters were windsurfers
they switched over and had the tendency
of being a little older and a little more affluent. That went on for about three or four
years where you saw the average age of the
kiters around 25-40. There’s a lot of kiters in their 60s and now you kind of see a
movement where a lot of the kids are getting interested,” Freeman said.
It is hard to imagine a 60-year-old flying
around in the air on a board, but many
parents get involved in kiting because
their children take an interest in the sport.
It provides a nice opportunity for parents
and children to share something. With
plenty of lakes and open fields around
Minnesota, the accessibility of the sport
remains a big attraction as well.
“It’s really easy to grab your snowboard
and your kite and go down to Lake Calhoun and fly around. It’s really convenient
and close, plus you don’t need a lift ticket,”
Freeman said.
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