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Before I discuss the importance of driving dynamics and the utter lack thereof in the Kia Rondo, I must share a discovery. I realized on one of my links that this car is being marketed to my gay brethren. The advertising is about as subtle as Harvey Firestein.
As if niche marketing can overcome the utter lack of driving dynamics that plauge this ride.
I have always wondered why certain cars remain off limits to men of a particular age.
I hope you all noticed the bold initiative of the Star Tribune, as expressed on their editorial page on Sunday. Yup, they put their heads together, snorted and wheezed with the Herculean effort, pressed hard on their temples to concentrate the intellect, and made their endorsement regarding tomorrow's "Super Tuesday" nationwide primaries and caucuses.
And you thought they were too timid to actually make an endorsement without doing a focus group first of what they could get away with without offending their ever shrinking base of readers and advertisers.
BUSINESS
On the other hand, we recommend that you call Duluth “Paris.”
Noam Chomsky says a well-informed populace is a necessary ingredient to any democracy. In other words, we're boned.
(A semi-regular Q&A with "Randy" the new Star Tribune Reader's Representative, most frequently found on the corner stool at the Dry Dock roadhouse, in the shadow of the big microwave tower, Chaffey, Wisconsin.)
Damn! Over here I keep a list of great story ideas and names of people I've really got to get around to catching up with, just to see what their story is today. Like MPR's Bill Kling. Like all the guys who played in The Warheads years ago. And like Kirk Anderson, the former cartoonist for the Pioneer Press whose heave-ho in April 2003 was early, solid confirmation that "local, local" was going to have more to do with "money, money" and "innocuous, innocuous" than reader appeal.
Here is the first sentence of today's Star Tribune editorial on "Aiding Baby Boomers' Search for Meaning": "The nation's supernumerary baby-boomers have reached what's being gently called "the second half of life," but the big generation is still doing what it has done since its diaper days: It's demanding notice and altering the contours of every phase of life it touches."
Yuk.
Lost in the loud wailing heard in our little journalistic glade over the clear-cutting of staff at the Star Tribune and Pioneer Press is any serious discussion about what’s being severed: Is it actually worth the efforts of the journalistic tree huggers? To some, the answer is a stentorian “No.”