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Daniel Pearl, the reporter, uttered these words 11 years ago today, just before he was beheaded by the terrorists who kidnapped him.
"My father is Jewish. My mother is Jewish. I am Jewish."
Those words, are inscribed on the headstone of Ed Koch, who died this morning.(1 Comments)
Since the Patriots aren't in the Super Bowl, there's only one reason left to watch it -- the commercials. And now there's not even much of a reason anymore to tune in for those.
In the last couple of years, companies have released their Super Bowl ads early.
Here are this year's early favorites.
What if Budweiser beer actually tasted as good as its commercials?
Old Spice is touting its new wolf scent, apparently.
Allstate creates a new religion...
Mercedes Benz gives the devil equal time...
A bunch of 20- and 30-year-old actors play high school students for Audi...
And so on and so forth. YouTube is collecting all the ads here.
None of them are a substitute for watching Tom Brady.(1 Comments)
Every organization has a CEO who gets most of the publicity, but if you want to meet the real "face" of any company, stop at the front desk. That's where the institution actually lives.
Today, a small band of MPR News pals honored ours. She's Charli Banks (the one everyone else is trying and failing to look shorter than in the above picture), who has staffed the front desk at Minnesota Public Radio for 30 years as of today.
She sees all the famous people who come through and, from what I can tell, excels at not asking for autographs, gawking, or pretending they're any more special than all the little people who walk through the door who, from what I can tell, she views as pretty special.
Just like her.(5 Comments)
When we -- and by "we" I mean "me" and the only other person in this company of 500 people willing to go outside -- walked into the warming house at downtown Saint Paul's fabulous "Winter Skate" pavilion this afternoon, it was as if we'd rescued castaways.
The two workers inside were huddled over two Buddy Heaters. The normal propane heating system wasn't working. The coffee maker had stopped working because the water line (inside the warming hut) had frozen. And, worst of all, we were the first humans they'd seen all day.
It was -5 and it fell to two from-out-of-state ringers to uphold the image of the hearty Minnesotan.
The ice was perfect; not a blade had touched it all day. The sun was delightful. The air was like CPR for boredom. This is the way winter was meant to be experienced.
But not by Minnesota, apparently.
The rink usually closes down at the end of the Winter Carnival (its last day is Sunday). Last year, Saint Paul kept it open for an additional two weeks so NBC could feature it as part of Hockey Day in America, creating the illusion of a people unfazed by the challenges of the place they've chosen to live.
"I haven't been out of the skyway system in four days," a colleague joked this afternoon. Perfectly understandable; he grew up here.
Two years ago today, I was in Moorhead preparing for coverage of the Red River flooding. It was -10 below and I wrote this:
I know what you're thinking: This winter can't end soon enough and thank goodness it's warming up. It was -10 this morning, and we may not see that again until next year. Winter is a punch-drunk fighter; that was his/her last shot. Now that I know it's leaving, it's easier to miss it already.
Here's a picture I took of the area just south of Moorhead earlier this week. Look at the blue of the sky. Feel that sunshine. Listen to the snow squeak as you walk on it. It was about 9 below -- the kind of temperature that gives you a sense of accomplishment when you walk from the house to the car and live to write about it.
You can't turn the heater on "high" because of the whine of whatever mechanics are going on under the hood that protest the burden. But it's OK, because the sun coming through the car windows provides enough heat to survive, even though your toes let you know you're still alive.
You can't do that when you're standing on a crowded light-rail car with broken air conditioning... as we'll soon find out.
Write if you get work, winter.
Winter relishes a good fight. But today, it was bored, too. Minnesota had given up.
(Photo: Linda Fantin. Native of Wyoming)(12 Comments)
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Here's today's news discussion with Mary Lucia on The Current.(1 Comments)