What to read right now

I love to read. In fact, a good part of why I became a journalist was the realization that I could get paid to be nosy, follow the news, and read. Done. My Longreads + Instapaper addiction has reached a tipping point. I regularly search #longreads on Twitter before going to bed at night to find great long-form journalism to read. In bed. On my iPhone. I know. But Longreads rarely lets me down. And although I usually use Twitter to follow @longreads or search for reader-generated suggestions under the #longreads hashtag, Longreads also lives on the regular old internet, too.

Great writing tends to find new life online. These three stories range from timely to recent. I had missed them all until I found them on Twitter. “Believeland” features writing that makes me smile, as Wright Thompson’s stories so often do. “The Case of the Vanishing Blonde” by Marc Bowden is a nonfiction whodunnit set on the seamy side of Miami. “Dirty Medicine” by Mariah Blake shows how giant health-care companies purposely quash innovation. It made me angry. Let me know what you think of them…

“Believeland” by Wright Thompson (ESPN)
Cleveland forgets “The Player Who Left” and remembers what it used to be.

“This used to be a factory, and these used to be jobs, and this mill used to be a future, not a silent metaphor for the past.This city used to be home to the third-largest number of Fortune 500 companies. It used to be the home of 400,000 more people. Generations of talent have left, never to return. That’s what they will tell you, and you will realize that there are two Clevelands: the one that exists today and the ghost city floating just above it, in the memory of the people who’ve been here for a long time, and in the imagination of those who just arrived. Everything is defined by these two competing narratives. … LeBron was part of both myths, and, even in departure, he remains so; a reminder of what could have been and what once was. He is a 6-foot-8 steel mill.”

Thomas Shaw has spent fifteen years struggling to break into the hospital market. Photo: Retractable Technologies

Thomas Shaw has spent fifteen years struggling to break into the hospital market.

“Dirty Medicine” by Mariah Blake (Washington Monthly)
How medical supply behemoths stick it to the little guy, making America’s health care system more dangerous and expensive.

Thomas Shaw has spent the last fifteen years watching his potentially game-changing inventions collect dust on warehouse shelves. And the same is true of countless other small medical suppliers. Their plight is just the most visible outgrowth of the tangled system hospitals use to purchase their supplies — a system built on a seemingly minor provision in Medicare law that few people even know about. It’s a system that has stifled innovation and kept lifesaving medical devices off the market. And while it’s supposed to curb prices, it may actually be driving up the cost of medical supplies, the second largest expenditure for our nation’s hospitals and clinics and a major contributor to the ballooning cost of health care, which consumes nearly a fifth of our gross domestic product.

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“The Case of the Vanishing Blonde” by Marc Bowden (Vanity Fair)

After a woman living in a hotel in Florida was raped, viciously beaten, and left for dead near the Everglades in 2005, the police investigation quickly went cold. But when the victim sued the Airport Regency, the hotel’s private detective, Ken Brennan, became obsessed with the case: how had the 21-year-old blonde disappeared from her room, unseen by security cameras? The author follows Brennan’s trail as the P.I. worked a chilling hunch that would lead him to other states, other crimes, and a man nobody else suspected.

Bye, Bye Birdies

Our back yard has been home this spring to the most perfect little robin’s nest. It was built in a favorite iron planter hanging on our little stucco shed. We’ve so enjoyed watching the robin’s eggs multiply, hatch and fly away.

9 pictures of back-yard robins

If you’re interested the hows and whys of “Avian Architecture,” check out this posting at the Star Tribune’s Wingnut blog. Fascinating.

One Mississippi…

There are oh so many things I love about living in Minneapolis — and a few that I don’t. But the top of my list of plusses has to include being so close to the mighty Mississippi and to the Guthrie Theater, where we luckily have cheapie “educator” season tickets. This pretty picture combines the two: It was taken — on my iPhone — from the endless bridge at the Guthrie on the night Jeff and I saw a rollicking version of “Arsenic and Old Lace.” Enjoy!

The Mississippi River and Stone Arch Bridge

The right to arm bears*

Four 9 mm guns and two targets

I finally decided to reclaim my birthright and go target shooting. If you know me at all, you’re aware of my dad’s very special relationship with guns, weaponry and “home defense.” This is the man who gave each of his five children a gun as a wedding present. (To him, there’s probably no more sentimental a gift, and I like to think the intention had more to do with starting a new household than the wedding per se.)

Although my family realizes dad can be over the top, he did instill in us a healthy respect for gun safety — and in our Second Amendment right to bear arms (*which he often purposely mangled into “the right to arm bears.”) As kids, we went target shooting and were often invited to watch him make his own bullets in the basement. Thanks, but, uh, boring

The gun my dad gave me was a 9mm Ruger P89, a hefty piece that has been sitting around, locked, and with no ammunition for more than 10 years.

So what prompted me to go?

A couple of months ago, Kristin Tillotson (a reporter at the Star Tribune) wrote a story about women and guns. It mentioned a female instructor at Bill’s Gun Shop & Range and classes they have for women. Then I got to talking with a journalist friend who has a gun and goes target shooting. (I know, according to the stereotype, journalists don’t own weapons or target shoot — it’s very un-PC of us.)

Fast forward a couple of weeks to this — me on a Tuesday night with a one-on-one class at Bill’s, and a pile of 9 mm handguns. Because we were doing a private lesson, I was able to shoot any of their rentals, along with my own gun.

It was kind of awesome and a little bit scary — as it should be. First, I learned how to break down and clean my Ruger. Then we talked through stance and safety and went to the range, where I shot the P89, the instructor’s Sig, a pricey HK, a Smith & Wesson and a Glock 19 along with one or two others.

The shooting itself went pretty well, as shown by the targets, above. The one on the bottom right is from the first five shots I took with my gun. (The first shot was dead center but about four inches up. The next four were clustered in the black — with one bulls-eye.) Each gun was fun in its own way, and I’ve already bought more ammo and plan to return for one of the club’s Wednesday “Ladies Nights.”  Next time, I’ll park my ego at the door and try a .22 just to see how it feels. Then I hope to do some recruiting among friends and cube-mates… Who wants to go shooting?

A work of art

Tuesday after work, I meant to check out some small-scale, relatively inexpensive prints and paintings from JM Culver, a Minneapolis-based artist and MCAD grad whom I’ve bought a things from before. She’s leaving town for grad school at Syracuse University and is selling some pieces to raise money for the move.

What I did instead was indulge in a huge treat and bought “Solace,” a 24×24″ original oil painting that caught my eye. As I weighed the purchase — and whether it was something that I could buy without consulting my husband — my mouth just blurted out “I’ll take it.” The painting is oil, charcoal and vintage fabric on canvas and something about the girl’s eyes completely grabbed me.

Take a look:

PS: Regarding the cost, Jeff didn’t ask, and I’m not telling.

The artist has an etsy shop, too, and will be in town for a couple more weeks. She also has a space at Stevens Square Center for the Arts in Minneapolis.

The three paintings below are the ones I bought from Jessica about a year ago. The one on the left (“Laura’s Poppies”) is larger — and the two on the right are roughly 8by10 (and were gifts to my girls).

"Laura's Poppies" and two other paintings by JM Culver

A buggy computer. Really…

I have a itsy bitsy bug trapped inside my computer screen. It’s crawling around my Sunday Travel page. I think I’ll call him Click.

Maybe this is the future of interactive design?

Watch Click go…

PS: I don’t think Click is long for this world.

Skiing Utah, family style

Anya and Talia enjoy the scenery at Alta.

We arrived home safely from the Salt Lake City ski trip. It was great fun — and great to be back. We skied four times in Utah, and managed a tour of Temple Square and the Brigham Young house. (The tour did not include mention of Young’s 55 wives).

The skiing was great pretty much everywhere we went. Since we were blessed with a sunny day at Alta, that might have ended up my favorite resort. The scenery was awe-inspiring, and although Alta has a well-deserved reputation for difficult terrain, the girls and I found plenty of blue runs to enjoy off the Sugarloaf lift. (The girls even braved a short stretch of a black run — and looked good doing it.) Deer Valley was also spectacular, with tons of groomers and some more difficult runs to explore, too. (We skied there twice, once on Tuesday and once on Thursday.) Both days were snowy and partly overcast. On Tuesday, my dad was there so we stuck to easier stuff since he’s skiing on a replacement hip, and with sketchy vision. On Thursday, the girls were in all-day lessons, so Kerry and I “skied the whole resort” — which meant lots of double blue and black runs. It also meant I was in bed by 6 p.m. with legs quivering.

Although we had planned to return to Solitude on Friday, we ended up taking the day off. Everyone was pretty beat, so we took an easy day to pack up and catch a movie — Rango, which the girls hated so much that we left before it ended. (Anya thought the main character was an idiot, and the entire premise was a little dark for Talia.)

If anyone is looking for family ski trip tips, I’d be happy to share ideas. Although skiing is never cheap, we were able to do some things to keep costs down. We checked all our bags and ski gear for free by paying for tickets with the Delta Gold Amex Skymiles card, and I found some other ways to save money with discounted lift tickets in Utah. Of course, staying with family helped cut costs a ton, and my sister was able to get me “buddy passes” both days at Deer Valley. (Also, if you have a fifth- or sixth-grader, check out the Ski Utah passports, which are available even if you don’t live in Utah. The passport means your child gets free lift tickets to every resort in Utah. Fifth-graders got four free tickets to each resort this year, and sixth-graders got one per resort. It’s an awesome deal.)

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