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MPLS The movie theater in Block E is closing. Big surprise. What to do with the space? I don’t know. Rent it out for paintball battles. The fate of this structure is a long, boring, tiresome subject, and you know the one thing that needs to be done - tear it down - is the last thing they’ll ever consider. Now there’s talk of confining retail to the ground floor, where a few establishments do fine, and turn the space above into offices. Whatever. As long as we’ve learned our lesson. This is what they demolished:
This was exactly what cities are supposed to look like, we're told now. A bunch of single-use structures, each with slight stylistic variations according to their date of construction or renovation. Around the corner was the Jeweler’s Exchange building:
Couldn’t have rehabbed that, could we? No: needed something new. Needed an enormous cartoony box with a hideous fauxcade, with movie theaters hidden inside. But the old Block E had theaters:
Wow. Too old and useless? Well, they jacked up the Academy - the Shubert, really - drove it a block away, and renovated it at great expense. Seems they could have left it right there, fixed it, and saved a buck. Next door: Yes, another theater. Restore it to its 1960s renovation look:
. . . make it a destination theater for independent films or high-profile imports. If they wanted to build something new, there was a big parking lot that could have taken a hotel or an office tower, and the old buildings - emptied of their seedy tenants - could have been remade into new shops, or used as an entrance to an outdoor shopping area built around a green space with a retractable roof. There: it’s human-scaled, new and old, historical and fresh, and unlike any place in the entire metro.
But let’s just dream some more, and imagine that the same renovate / preserve / add ethos was applied to the block across the street, and they saved this:
But no. Big things. Big boxes. Big blank walls. I think we’ve learned, though. No more of that.
MISC I came across a blog with this review:
The flavor starts strongly artificial, sweet and tangy with only a slight grain to it. Later chewing brings out more artificial notes, including the colorings, which have a slight metallic and bitter note to them.
Do you know what the author is discussing? Fruit Stripe Gum.
So it’s finally happened:
The internet makes all things possible. Actually, I like candy blogs, even though I don’t eat much of the stuff. Like all marketing, it says more about the culture than a dozen thumbsucking articles; if you want to give someone an idea of the underlying values of, say, a copy of Life magazine would help. Not for the articles. The ads.
Here’s a 1960 commercial, with all the usual voices of the time. Kids sat still for a minute to watch this.
Mixed fruit? What could that possibly have tasted like?
Off to write a column; have a fine afternoon and a great weekend.
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