Confessions of A Bicycle Profiler

I hate editors’ confessionals. The manufactured vulnerability, the self-effacing humor, the tidy moral of the story—it’s cringe-inducing. But here I am, about to let one fly, because I have to fill this space and this episode has been bothering me since it happened, which was on New Year’s Day.

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The Exhibitionist: Art Class

An exquisite square of carnelian glass with many fused inclusions of brilliant color lived for a few days on a table beside the kiln, then exploded while it was being slumped (melted again into a shape) and now exists in jewel-like shards. The artist was stunned at first, then stoic. Then she began to think how to use the glittering remains.

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Running Meter: Ophiuchus

A bit of doggerel on last week’s astrological hiccup, which saw astrologers and astrology fans of all signs in an uproar following a comment by Minneapolis Planetarium Society member and astronomer Peter Kunkle. In an interview with the Minneapolis Star-Tribune, Kunkle said the Earth has shifted on its axis, with the result that there are now actually 13 astrological signs instead of 12.

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Jesse Scheinin’s Musical Mystery Tour

As I’m sitting in the Saturn Café talking to Jesse Scheinin, his eyes suddenly shoot upward, as if intercepting an invisible signal above us. I concentrate hard for a moment, trying to drown out the conversations around us and the clatter of dishes and silverware, and realize he has tuned in to the sound of Bon Iver’s “Lump Sum” drifting across the room from the jukebox.

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Robert Earl Keen, Road Dog

Keen plays the Rio this Thursday, Jan. 20.

There are two ways to make it in the music business: try your hand at filling stadiums and hope you don’t end up booking appearances on Celebrity Fit Club to stay relevant; or clock some serious hours on the road and slowly build a long-term career. The second course requires patience and dedication, but it’s the surer bet. Robert Earl Keen is a textbook example of this last approach, having organically built an audience for his idiosyncratic mix of booze-soaked barroom rockers and literate country ballads. The approach hasn’t won him many fans in Nashville boardrooms, but in towns like Santa Cruz, fans welcome his live appearances like he’s a returning guitar-wielding warrior-king.

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