Contrary to what the weather looks like, we’re only two weeks away from the end of frost season. This means that if you’re going to get in touch with Minnesota’s agrarian roots, you’re probably too late to find a plot to plant in. Of course, nobody needs to know that you aren’t supplying the bounty in your fridge. All you need to do is work up the nerve to get out of bed before noon on the weekend and hit the Minneapolis or St. Paul farmer’s markets.
You’ve heard that stat about Soul Coughing and the Twin Cities, right? Supposedly one-fifth of all albums that Soul Coughing sold were to your neighbors. Regardless of whether this is urban legend or Soundscan truth (let’s pretend the internet doesn’t exist to look up such “facts”), this pithy stat makes you ponder one thing: why? What could it possibly be about Soul Coughing that makes Minnesotans go coo-coo for Knitting Factory white-boy hip-hop puffs. You can debate that in the comments — meanwhile, complete non-native Mike Doughty has a new album out today.
When exactly did Lileks lose his mind? Today’s Backfence imagines the ability to go back in time and take one thing with you. Lileks chooses to go back to 1912 with a DVD player and a copy of Titanic. Wouldn’t Jesus love the iPod?
Downtown in the Mill District’s Nochee, there’s a new strategy for heating up singles’ night: provide your customers with BlackBerrys and let text-messaging work its magic. Is this a dubious idea whose only value is as an attention-getting gimmick? Or is it a brilliant new way for drunk people to abuse communications technology? You tell us — when a recounting of our nights includes the phrase “vibrated seductively,” it means we were home alone.
Guess which news organization broke the news that Al Franken is moving back to town to kick start a potential 2008 run for the Senate? Nope, not the Strib. Nope, not those scrappers on the other side of the river. Yes, that’s right, it was Pulse of the Twin Cities.
Haha, gotcha! — it was actually Salon.com. The story says that after being away for three decades, Franken is moving back to Minneapolis with his radio show (and, completely burying the lead, presumably Katherine Lanpher). Salon reports that Franken will be getting an apartment in Minneapolis, and in the comments you can try to guess where.