The Strib ran on op-ed by a Mickey Cook, of North Minneapolis.
The whole thing ably reflects the elephant in the Metro DFL’s collective room; the CIty of Minneapolis has, for decades, left North Minneapolis to other people to fix. While the City has invested endless money, time and care in the South side, Northeast and Dinkytown, the Northside is the hot potato in a perennial game between the City, the State and the Feds, with everyone going “Not It”.
This community is falling apart, and Minneapolis is investing in an overpriced football stadium downtown and green ways and bike lanes that go largely unused in “NoMi.” The City Council is voting to ban plastic bags, while investors shoehorn complex after complex of “affordable housing” into north Minneapolis neighborhoods. Yet we can’t even maintain the mainstays of a decent retail chain store or a reliable grocery store that isn’t constantly threatening to pull out. We can’t get take-out without getting taken out. We have no peace with all of the boom cars.
Mr. (?) Cook has got the problems figured out cold.
The solution? Let’s talk (emphasis added):
We can see you, Minneapolis. We can see the lack of attention from the police chief and the mayor, failing to enforce what few laws we do have.
There is no shortage of laws in North Minneapolis, or anywhere else in the state. Everything that goes wrong in NoMi breaks some kind of law or another.
We can see the rats’ nest of bureaucratic yarn tangle. These two officials have wholeheartedly turned their backs on this neighborhood. Their predecessors, as far back as I can remember in my four decades of living in Minnesota, have never summoned enough gusto to get things truly under control.
One wonders what sort of effort, or gusto, it would take – and whether Minneapolis’s Social Justice caste (based more in Kenwood and Crocus Hill than in NoMi, and sodden with political clout in both city halls and the state capitol) would tolerate it.
But least of all would the Social Justice caste tolerate the one thing the citizens of North Minneapolis could do that would give them a genuine voice; break their ties with the DFL and vote for an alternative to the failed one-party system that’s gotten them where they are.
“Prince is like your generation’s version of Elvis dying”.
That’s what my daughter said as I was eating dinner last night. And she’s got a great point.
We’ll come back to that.
Everyone in the Twin Cities, it seems, has a “when I met Prince” story. Mine’s pretty mundane; it was a First Avenue, not long after I moved to town. I probably noticed the people Prince was with long, long before I noticed Prince himself – he was, like, 15 inches shorter than me.
My better “Prince” story was more of a one-degree-of-separation tale:
The other guitar player in my band worked at a coffee shop located by where all the Twin Cities record labels were based, and where groups like Husker Du and the Replacements were based. He did it for the music networking. One day I was having a cup of coffee, and my guitar player introduced me to a new waitress, a dizzyingly attractive latin-american woman. She was a musician. I started trying to work whatever magic I had at that time of my life.
“I have a demo tape I’m going to give to Prince”, she said.
You and me and every other musician in town I thought; “I’d love to hear it sometime”, I said. She played me something on her Walkman. I resolved to come back and talk more.
A few weeks later, news made the rounds that she was dating Prince; they lived together for a bit, and he produced at least one album for her.
So close, but yet so far.
I Was Working Part-Time At The Five And Dime; More seriously?
If I had a nickel for every blog post I’ve begun over the years with “They didn’t have much “black” music in North Dakota when I was a kid”, I could skip a year’s worth of pledge drives.
But the confluence of MTV, Top40 radio making it to Fargo, and kids from out of state moving to North Dakota when I got to college, introduced me to the radical notion of someone who was:
A black guy
Who played funk that rocked,
and rock that was intensely funky
that was completely marinated in S
And so I listened.
And as I got into my early twenties, and started to ponder where it was that I wanted to start my adult life, and thought “a music scene that can spawn the likes of not only the Replacements, the Hüskers, but this…:
(Unfortunately, not the version shot at First Avenue – the idea that there was a club like that place looked in the movie was a part of the draw, too)
…and I was sold. If that was a city that could keep that kind of a polyglot scene happening, it was the place for me.
So while my “when I met Prince” stories may be among the Twin Cities’ most underwhelming, I can at least say that he affected my life that much.
Has Anybody Heard About The Quake?: First things first – Prince was an astounding musician.
Let’s start with the fact that he was the most criminally underrated guitar player of all time.
Prince was scandalously underrated as a guitarist.
And as a bassist.
And…well, he was generally recognized as an excellent singer. Although in fact he was really several singers; a crooner, a Little-Richard-style rocker, a James Brown-style R&B raver.
He was, in fact, not just a one-man band (he recorded all the instruments and vocals on his first several albums, up through 1999, and many of his recent albums, and many more of the thousands of songs reputed to be “in the can” out at Paisley Park),but a one-man-band composed of some of the best musicians in the business on their respective instruments.
And he played over 20 of them. In addition to writing all his own music, producing something like 60 studio albums (and, legend has it, enough backlog to release an album a year for several decades – as of the early 90s)
White, Black, Puerto Rican, Everybody Just a-Freakin’: Back to my daughter’s remark that started the whole thing; the idea that Prince was my generation’s Elvis.
In his prime, Elvis (and the rest of the Sun Records lineup) did something that the best genres in American music before – folk, jazz – did; wantonly mix “black” and “white” music into an all-new form. Ditto the Beatles, at least early on.
And after the Beatles drifted into psychedelia and Hendrix died, black and white music seceded from each other in the early seventies. They stayed in their neutral corners…
…until Prince, touring with a band that was two black guys, two white guys and two white women, became simultaneously the best R&B band on the planet and, pound for pound, one of the best rock and roll bands, too.
In a half-decade that saw some of the most glorious genre-bending that we’d seen since the Rascals were passing for “black” on the radio, Prince and the Revolution were the bleeding edge of the fashion curve.
No, really; check out his halftime performance at the 2007 Super Bowl; he invoke and mixes and eventually purees Queen, James Brown, Hendrix, Ike and Tina, Creedence Clearwater, Clapton, the Foo Fighters, and his own catalog into an explosion that had to have had James Brown dancing in his grave:
Forget the building in Cleveland; this is what the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame should be.
Purple Reign: I made it downtown for some of the party yesterday (it’s where most of this post’s photography comes from). For all I know, the block party may still be going on in Minneapolis. Part of me wishes I could have been there.
In a sense, I was – from 1985 through the late eighties. It was an amazing time. Ask anyone who was there; we’ll tell you about it ’til your ears bleed.
But in a way, the party came to everyone; it was a big night for purple around the world:
The Mercedes-Benz Superdome
San Francisco City Hall
The Melbourne, Australia Arts Center (or Centre)
The Prince George’s County (Maryland) Hospital
The Mississippi River in Minneapolis
As my friend Erik “The Transit Geek” Hare put it, he’s so huge, he owns an entire color.
At the risk of sounding dramatic, Dara Moskowitz Grumdahl is asking if we’re in the midst of an independent-restaurant massacre in the core of downtown Minneapolis.
Brasserie Zentral. Foreign Legion. Vincent. Masa. Solera. Workshop at Union.
The list of critically acclaimed eateries that have closed up shop in the state’s biggest city continues to grow.
Wonder why that is?
Two years ago, we had Governor Dayton’s sons asking a return of the old “tip credit”, to offset the effect of the hike in the minimum wage. They are certainly not the only ones hurting.
And I’ve heard – very, very off the record – that as restaurants get big and successful enough, and edge closer and closer to that magic “50 employee” mark, whereupon they are considered big businesses, required to provide Obamacare for their employees, the amount of money it’ll take to actually keep the business running becomes utterly untenable.
In the link above…:
Moskowitz Grumdahl, a senior editor for Mpls.St.Paul Magazine, joined MPR News host Steven John to talk more about what’s behind this trend, how St. Paul is benefiting from it and what downtown Minneapolitans can do about it.
Saint Paul isn’t benefitting. Restaurants are closing here, too.
Expect to see a DFL proposal to prop up restaurants that are “too tasty to fail”.
Alondra Cano – “third world feminist” (whatever that means) and Minneapolis City Councilwoman – took time off from not bothering with her actual constituents’ real problems to sound off, like every other demigogue, on the Freeman press conference yesterday.
Her Facebook page seems to be set up to disallow copying, so I screenshot the whole dismal lashup:
Let’s be clear, here; I don’t find the inquisition into possible police wrongdoing comical.
“Political pressure?” The City of Minneapolis has bent over backwards to accomodate Black Lives Matter. If a Tea Party or Pro-Life group ever blocked a freeway, the Minneapolis or Saint Paul police departments would rain down attack dogs and billy clubs like the Great Deluge.
Like all wannabe liberal demigogues, she’s making up her reality as she goes along, knowing the stupid and gullible won’t care.
Mike Freeman is set to announce whether there will be charges in the Jamar Clark shooting at 10:30 this morning.
Fox9 reports that Freeman will also show a number of videos – likely the ones that “Black Lives Matter” has been clamoring for.
My guess – and it’s only a guess? The videos will support the officers’ side of the story, and Freeman will announce no charges. Since Freeman isn’t running for office again, he can be the target for the community’s ire, taking some of the heat off of Mayor Hodges and Chief Harteau. Again – it’s my speculation.
UPDATE: No charges will be filed against the officers.
UPDATE 2: Freeman is showing the videos.
UPDATE 3: Nekima Pounds-Levy apparently wants to have quotas for charging and convicting officers.
UPDATE 4: Did someone just threaten to burn the city down?
UPDATE 5: Question from social media; “who let BLM (Pounds-Levy) into the press conference?” Answer: The same people who let them out onto 35W without repercussion. The cities of Minneapolis and Saint Paul have coddled BLM more than they would any other protest group.
Now, on to solving the worst-in-the-nation achievement gap, poverty, the worst-in-Minnesota crime rate (which, in the Camden and Near North neighborhoods, is up there with Baltimore and Detroit), the sagging business climate, the eroding infrastructure (notwithstanding the staggering amounts the city has spent) and the tense racial climte.
With the bag thing out of the way, it should be a breeze.
Rep. Kim Norton is going to come for your guns this session.
It may not work, but it’s the next measure in what Big Left hopes to make into a steady drumbeat that eventually wears the great, underinformed middle down on the issue.
But the facts are out there.
Location, Location, Location: If you live in Minnesota, you know that North Minneapolis is the state’s little Oakland. While Minnesota as a whole has a murder rate of 1.6 per 100,000 people, the North Side’s violent crime (about 30 murders last year, in a population of under 40,000 people) teases out to a murder rate of 75/100,000 – higher than Venezela, double that of Columbia.
Of course, Minneapolis (and Hennepin County in general) has among the lowest legal firearms ownership rates in the state:
So if the left’s conceit – less guns (in the hands of the law-abiding) equals less crime – would seem to predict a nice, low crime rate in Minneapolis.
But the MinnPost ran a piece earlier this week – and for starters, it confirmed what everyone already knew; the North Side is a shooting gallery, at least judging by the MPD’s “Shot Spotter” system.
Here’s a “heat map” of the city:
There’s a faint dribble of shooting in the “Phillips” neighborhood (between Franklin and Lake, east of 35W and west of Hiawatha), and some in the central core of the south side between 35W and probably Chicago (and just so we’re accurate, here, the shot-spotter microphones are only installed in high-crime areas; we don’t see shots fired in Linden Hills or along Minnehaha Creek because there are no microphones in Linden Hills or along Minnehaha Creek. But there are no microphones there because, objectively, there really isn’t a big “gun violence” problem there. Or Nordeast. Or by Nokomis. Or even on Lake Street east of Hiawatha or much west of Nicollet.
More telling? Shooting has been trending down on the south side for the past six years:
Even the NYTimes knows that North Minneapolis is a free-fire zone:
But as Willesha Moorehead, who came here from Chicago a dozen years ago, can attest, struggle is baked into its streets.
Seven of her friends or members of her family, including the father of her first child, have died from gun violence in North Minneapolis. She has struggled to get work, in part because she could not find child care for her two daughters, she said. And for the past three years she has bounced between the homes of friends and family because she could not find affordable housing.
The problem, the NYTimes seems to imply, is that not enough money gets spent on the North Side:
Public transportation is poor, residents say, and though local officials are planning to spend more than $1 billion on a light-rail line, North Minneapolis residents have been critical because it will run through downtown and the suburbs but skirt their community.
So clearly, the answer is to crack down on guns in the hands of law-abiding citizens in Northeast and Saint Paul and Anoka and Thief River Falls.
That should solve it.
The real problem? The government has been using the North Side as a warehouse for the poor for a couple of generations now. The city has been fine with that – they’re a nice pool of captive DFL voters – but now, the social consequences of keeping a bull pen full of dependents is catching up with the city.
“It was not my intent to put anyone in danger by any means, and this was not an attempt to punish anyone,” Cano said. “But it was actually an attempt to have a public conversation about the importance of Black Lives Matter and how the public should continue to have that debate publicly without fear of having to hide your thoughts behind some rationale that doesn’t make sense.”
“…behind some rationale that doesn’t make sense”. Hmmm.
Of course, her “public conversation” talk would seem less bullshit-y if Cano actually had a conversation. She didn’t. She took the four dissenters contact information from a city server, and published it on Twitter – which is sort of like “having a conversation” with someone after you’ve hung up the phone with them.
And her “conversation” – like Heather Martens and Kim Norton before her – is, of course, a monologue; everyone who criticized her on Twitter got blocked; she responded to no media requests.
Which is an interesting response for someone who claims “”I did it out of a belief in government transparency and public discourse”; intimidate dissenters, ignore questioners, hide from reporters.
As I had hoped, one of the people she doxxed – Mr. Dent – is filing an ethics complaint with the city:
Stephen Dent, who said he had previously contributed to Cano’s campaign, wrote to her and told Cano she was unfit to serve on the council by “closing private property” and “supporting illegal actions.”
Cano then tweeted Dent’s email address and phone number to her roughly 2,000 followers.
“What she did to me and others put a huge chill on our democratic society,” Dent said in a phone interview early Thursday. “It has broken my trust with public officials in the city of Minneapolis.”
Attempts to reach Cano Thursday morning were not successful.
Minneapolis City Councilwoman Alondra Cano makes no bones about the fact that she’s a progressive. Her Twitter bio begins “Daughter of the Third World Feminist movement”, which may or may not be true, but she’s certainly a product of the sort of unbridled prosperity that First World free-marketeering has wrought; it takes a lot of prosperity to make a public life like hers sustainable. And thank goodness for that prosperity – since her future as an industrial engineer looks dim indeed.
At any rate, she spent a good chunk of yesterday on social media rooting for Black Lives Matter’s protest at the Mall of America. And while Ms Cano seems as confused about the distinction between public and private property as the rest of the City Council usually does, I’ll certainly defend her right to protest in favor of or against anything she wants.
Provided, of course, she doesn’t abuse her office to do it.
And we’ve got a problem, there.
Chicago-y: On her Twitter feed yesterday, she went around and around with some of her critics.
She took to posting some of the responses she disagreed with. Note: While I redacted personal information, including phone numbers, email addresses and home addresses, from the screenshots, Ms. Cano did not:
And this condescending little jape:
When people tried to call “foul” on Twitter, Cano responded:
Emails may be public – but one might ask why a public official is posting citizens data on Twitter, when they contacted her via the City’s contact form. Because she expects them to be reading Twitter? Seems unlikely.
And while she pleads “public data”, you’ll note that she only published the names, email and home addresses of detractors, not supporters.
In short, Cano used her city social media presence and city-supplied data to try to intimidate constituents who disagreed with her. Furthermore, she used city-supplied data to stump for Black Lives Matter. While Cano has every right to believe what she wants, and protest on their behalf, using data from a city web form to intimidate citizens is grossly inappropriate.
It’s hard out there for a member of a major urban political elite.
So while Ms. Cano – an elected officeholder and high-ranking member of a power structure that has boundless power over a major American city – may try to eke out a shard of victimhood out of the fact that anyone would ask…:
I haven’t seen the term “womyn” used unironically in twenty years. Minneapolis is truly a commemorative museum of progressivism.
…I’m going to ask anyway.
I posted four questions to Ms. Cano – although I suspect I’ll be blocked from her Twitter feed long before she reads them, even if she did. But for the record, here they are:
Why are you, Ms. Cano, using Twitter to respond to feedback that came to you via the feedback from on the city website? She can’t possibly believe that the correspondents were going to read her on Twitter, did she?
While it may be true that emails from the feedback form are “public”, Twitter is hardly a data practices request, now, is it?
Is it proper for a city councilwomen to use data from a public website to shape opinion for a private group? Black Lives Matter is not city business!
In what way is posting citizens’ home phones, addresses and email addresses not intimidation? And is it proper to use social media to intimidate people at all, whether on behalf of government or someone completely different?
If you live in Minneapolis, I urge you to ask Ms. Cano exactly that.
And maybe tell her to check her urban liberal privilege.
A friend sends this passage from Hennepin County Attorney Mike Freeman, on KSTP news last night:
Today’s crime tips from Hennepin County Attorney Mike Freeman:
“If you’re going to rob or burglered (sic) you know, the burgluring you can do in an unoccupied home and take the stuff and get out of there. If you’re going to rob a person you knock them down, take their money, and go. You don’t kill them.” – KSTP News at 6:30
When Black people protest, it’s a Constitutionally protected right. If White people counter-protest, it should be just as protected, right?
Yes, I know, the White people said they were going to stir up trouble. They know somebody who owns a Confederal flag. They talked trash on video. That’s bad manners, agreed. But filming Black protestors and even calling them names is no less protected speech than burning a cross in somebody’s yard and we know that’s constitutional, decided decades ago in RAV v. St. Paul. So going to the protest should be good.
If the White guys were racially offensive in implementing their counter-protest, does that negate the shooters self-defense claim? The standard is:
Did not initiate the physical conflict, must be a reluctant participant.
Attempted to retreat by running away
Reasonably believed they were about to suffer great bodily harm at the hands of an enraged mob
Used reasonable force to repel the attack by firing a few rounds, only one of which injured anybody
I’m sure the prosecutor and the media will portray the White men as the aggressors, not as reluctant participants. But that doesn’t sound right to me. If you and I are having a heated discussion, the guy who throws the first punch is the aggressor, regardless how annoying the words are.
There might be such a thing as “fighting words” to justify a quick punch. But there’s no such thing as “chasing-down-an-alley” words to justify a mob beating. The Black mob initiated the threat of physical violence, the White men attempted to retreat and used reasonable force as a last resort. I would think the shooter has a pretty good case for self-defense. I would expect Mike Freeeman to see that. I therefore conclude the assault charge is grandstanding to pacify the same mob that initiated the violence. That’s not a good long-term strategy for maintaining public order.
“Progressive” politics is always a matter of balancing respective mobs of constituents, usually against each other.
Bear in mind that Macey was one of those rare Asian white supremacists.
Quite the melting-pot we have, here.
Anyway – as the media begins the process of trying this case in public, some people are going to be disappointed right out of the gate:
Freeman said the Minnesota hate crime law only moves a misdemeanor crime to a gross misdemeanor and a gross misdemeanor to a felony. The four men were not charged with that because the sentences for them, especially the suspected shooter, Scarsella, would be significantly longer for the riot and second-degree assault charges. However, Freeman noted he has been consulting with U.S. Attorney Andy Luger about this case and if federal hate crime sentences would draw a longer sentence, he would be willing to turn the case over to them.
There is no doubt, he said, that this attack by the four was racially motivated.
“The defendants’ own statements, their videos, show that these are sick people,” Freeman said. “Maybe I shouldn’t say that, but the language they use, and what they say about fellow Americans, citizens, are just not acceptable.”
Unlike every media outlet in the Metro, I’m not going to attempt to try this case on this page. As we discussed the other day, there’s at least a chance that this could be tried as self-defense – although as I pointed out at the time, if one plans to try to plead self-defense, it’s best to go to the police, rather than having them come and get you first.
There was a shooting at the 4th Precinct demonstrations, late Monday night. Three men, described by BLM as “white supremacists” – and in retrospect it appears they were, although to be fair some elements in BLM call everyone a white supremacist – shot five protesters. Thankfully, none of the injuries are “serious”, although let’s be honest, if I get hit by a bullet, it’s freaking serious.
But it’s the left we’re talking about, here. It’s a crisis. Waste not, want not.
How’s That Again?: The three shooters – apparently identifiable as “White Supremacists” by dint of wearing masks, were being “escorted away from the protest”, according to the media’s accounts, or (according to these two people in, er, masks), “escorted” rather more aggressively:
Anyway, the three men – whose arrest the Strib reports – ran, and then opened fire, hitting five. It took about 12 hours for the police to catch them.
They were apparently white men, some of whose Facebook pages bespeak some kind of Caucasianist sympathies, we’re told.
More on the accused later.
Until then, let’s talk about what happened during those 12 hours:
Thanks, Betsy!: Now, if you’re not in the Twin Cities, let’s set the stage for you; Mayors Betsy Hodges of Minneapolis and Chris Coleman of Saint Paul have done everything possible under, and beyond, the law to accomodate Black Lives Matter. They’ve allowed BLM to repeatedly block freeways and mass transit during rush hour; they not only let BLM block Snelling Avenue for four hours during the State Fair – one of the busiest days of the year – they gave them a full, aggressive escort on their march. And they’ve tolerated a protest around a police station that has at times blocked access, teetered on the edge of violence, and required drawing police from other parts of the city for nights on end. Rumor has it the police leave mints on the pillows of Rashad Turner and Nekima Pounds-Levy.
And yet, when the chips were down, Minneapolis NAACP boss Raeisha Williams knew exactly who to blame:
No word if the suspects are sleepers for the MPD.
What? You Thought There Was Going To Be An Article About Habitual Lying That Didn’t Include Heather Martens?: Heather Martens of “Protect” MN blamed carry permittees for the shooting.
The suspects apparently are not carry permit holders.
I’m not going to quote it. I’m not going to link it. Heather Martens doesn’t deserve the attention of any sentient being (which may be why the media gives her so much credence).
But if you’re in the media? Ask yourself why you keep citing this idiot.
Perhaps you’ve heard – it’s been in all the headlines – a “Black Lives Matter” protest at the Fourth precinct police station in Minneapolis yesterday turned into a scuffle between riot police and demonstrators ostensibly angry over the death of Jamar Clark. Clark was killed in a confrontation with the police; the incident is controversial, and still very much under investigation, and we’re not going to get any reliable news about it for quite some time. However, the police union is doing its best to make the officers involved look like angels walking among us on the earth, while the protesters portray them as dead-eyed executioners, and mayor Betsy Hodges, through her stenographers in the media, splitting the difference (maybe just a little on the side of the protesters).
There was an interesting moment as Jamar Clark’s sister drove up on the scene as protesters were shouting down police. Javille Burns opened her window and addressed protesters, clearly angry, asking them what their goal was. “You’re pissing people off,” she shouted. “These officers can’t do nothing for you… you’re ignorant.” When one protester tried to engage her, Burns jumped out of the car and ran at him. “That’s my brother that got shot… my blood (expletive) brother!”
While the investigation into the actual incident waiting to Mr. Clark’s girl is still very much under investigation, one can feel sympathy for Ms. Burns; her brother, whether an erratic wife beater or an innocent victim, is having his name and demise hijacked by a bunch of people whose interests of little to do with him.
Manhattan; a city which was, at least below 42nd St., laid out well before the Civil War. As in, designed for pedestrians, horses and buggies. Not, really, cars.End result; it’s hard to find a parking spot anywhere in Manhattan, especially in the older parts of the city.
Unfortunately, people live there. And they buy things.
Which means things need to be delivered. Things that can’t be carried in taxis on subway cars – like shipments of food, toiletries, organic arugula, and all the other necessities of modern urban life on amid six figure income.
Hardest of all? Finding a spot to park when you are a delivery truck, hauling all of those necessities to all of the stores in lower Manhattan.
Since “widening the streets” is not an option, New York City adapted by, essentially, selling licenses to double park. That’s not really what they are – it’s basically just a special plea bargain that draws a cut rate for parking tickets incurred while delivering to stores. But it’s a market reaction, and a not completely stupid response by government, and as a result, goods actually get to lower Manhattan.
The latest chapter New York’s working people and the city’s dumb, dumb urbanists:
When the city zeroes out the cost of undisputed tickets for delivery companies as part of a special program to reduce the cost of parking violations, it’s also giving them a pass on a fee required by the state. That surcharge funds anti-drunk driving programs, among other initiatives, and advocates say the city and state could be missing out on tens of millions of dollars each year.
“Missing Out” – provided one presumes that one’s money belongs to the state first, then the people and companies that earn it.
And they do presume that:
“We’ve taken issue with the stipulated fine program before,” said TA Executive Director Paul Steely White, “[for] essentially giving large freight haulers or delivery companies incentives to break parking laws.”…
Bolofsky estimates that three million of the city’s approximately 10 million annual traffic tickets go through the Stipulated Fine or Commercial Abatement programs. That means up to $45 million in uncollected surcharges each year, though the number is likely lower since not all violations are reduced to $0 under the program.
“It does appear that in their rush to give discounts to large carriers, that they have potentially been missing out on tens of millions of dollars in revenue for various life-saving programs,” White said. “It’s another reason why they should end the preferential treatment of pervasive lawbreakers.”
Oh, just wait; when the urbanists win in the Twin Cities, it’ll be the same here.
Our devices have convinced many of us that we are always more busy than we used to be, and that more than a few minutes browsing for music — especially something other than an MP3 or stream — is outdated. Why spend even a couple minutes walking down aisles just to find the genre of your choosing when a search bar awaits?
Of course, there are still music stores out there; Hymie’s, The Electric Fetus, and if you’re into hip-hop, Urban Lights are all thriving.
Those are, of course, all “curated” stores – meaning that the music you find is dependent on the taste of the “curator”. Don’t get me wrong – some of those “curators” are excellent.
But how do you replace the broad, sweeping unpredictability of a Cheapo?
And don’t say “on iTunes” or “try Spotify!”. Don’t get me wrong – it’s not like I’ve never downloaded or streamed music. But shopping for our music and books in the same place we do our Facebook cat pictures, our taxes, our blogging? Why not do all of our eating and sleeping in the same place, while were at it?
“If people want to go to the Y and exercise, well why aren’t all those bicycles and all those treadmills connected to a grid of energy where we’re ourselves generating our own electricity instead of trying to get it from somewhere else?” she asked.
Cano suggested pedal-based peanut butter as a possible alternative to a facility the city’s water department wants to build in her ward. She opposes that proposal, which goes before the Minneapolis Planning Commission next week.
She says the site, which is currently home to a roofing material warehouse, could be put to much better use.
“We have to really unleash our imagination and not be afraid to experiment with new models,” she said.
And this isn’t Ms. Cano’s first entree into the world of Kahning her constituents.
Given Minneapolis’ voters, I see a long, fruitful political career ahead for Ms. Cano.