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  • Hassell traded to Dallas for Buckner

    First of all, a hat tip to PiPress columnist Charlie Walters, who wrote the other day that Trenton was going to the Mavs, a rumor that, citing Shooter’s “spotty” reputation on such tidbits, I belittled.

    Second, I don’t like the deal. Greg Buckner is about two inches shorter and three years older than Hassell, which, given that both are defensive specialists, is not a good sign. Buckner has a little more range on his jumper but is less accurate overall as a shooter. Probably most significantly, Buckner is nearly $2 million cheaper over the next three seasons, and I suppose if the Wolves are going with youth anyway, the vets on the bench can be discounted.

    [Update: A smart reader just informed me that because Buckner’s third year is a team option and thus not guaranteed, Wolves could save up to $5.79 million in this deal.]

    That said, Buckner was a quality defender in Denver who actually shot a little better (especially from the three point line) and defended a little worse than expected in Dallas. Along with money, I suspect this has its roots in the spat that occurred last spring, when Coach Wittman benched Hassell for a period of time and the relationship between the two was obviously strained.

    Another thing: Buckner is not going to be able to get his stuff together and travel to Turkey at the drop of a hat. Thus he will be behind the curve when he does arrive for training camp.

    To sum up, from the Wolves standpoint, losing Hassell saves some [make that potentially quite a bit of] money and loses a locker room leader from the bad old days at a time when they are trying to wipe the slate clean.

    From my standpoint, Trenton Hassell was always a class act, a guy who would honestly answer questions with general good humor and became a crucial glue guy in the starting lineup almost from the moment he joined the team during the franchise’s best-ever season in 2003-04. Two years ago when he was asked to look for his shot more often, he posted a career best 9.2 ppg, but always said that defense was his priority and his meal ticket. I saw him less than nine hours ago, sought him out as I was leaving the Wolves’ media day, gave him a sympathetic kind-of “keep your chin up” sentence or two because we both knew he was on the outs with current braintrust. Then I wished him luck. And he got it, headed to a team that figures to go deep into the playoffs. Trenton Hassell will help grease that momentum.

  • Chew on This

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    Darn! Shiraz Fireroasted Cuisine offers a terrific deal on Mondays and Tuesdays: order two entrees, and get a bottle of South African Mazulu Shiraz on the house. But I can’t persuade my wife to go there with me because they don’t have any vegetarian or seafood entrées — just beef, lamb and chicken. Best bests on the menu include the beef and chicken kabobs and koubideh (ground meat kabobs), the lamb shank, and the bastani, Persian rosewater ice cream. 6042 Nicollet Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-861-5500.

    Kung Gang San Korean Restaurant (the former Shilla, which was a lot easier to remember) has added a sushi bar – billed as Sushi World, plus a lunch buffet ($9.95) featuring mandoo (panfried dumplings), kimbop (Korean vegetarian sushi roll), kalbi (broiled short ribs), several varieties of kimchi, and more, plus a sampling of their sushi specialties. 694 N. Snelling Ave St. Paul (651) 645-2000.

  • Randy Foye: "I am the leader"

    It was the Wolves media day this afternoon and this exchange with Randy Foye was probably the most interesting conversation I had.

    Who is the leader of this team? I asked Foye, point blank.

    “I’ll take it,” Foye said instantly. “I am the leader. There is pressure in that but I like it. I don’t think there are a lot of people in their career get a chance to say, `I was the leader of an NBA team.’ That’s how I am approaching things and how people approach me. I am the leader.”

    In the locker room as well as on the court how will your status as the leader change the way you behave? I asked.

    “My motto is that you practice what you preach and you lead by example,” Foye answered. “If you are in the locker room goofing off before a game and someone else is watching and I’m supposed to be the leader, [they will think], well I can do that too. Well I might be able to go out on the court and perform, but that person who is goofing off, he can’t do it. So I am just going to come in with a straightforward attitude…my situation growing up, I am a natural born leader; I never was a follower of like anything. If someone said, Oh let’s go do this, if it didn’t feel right I wasn’t going to do it, even if he was my best friend.”

    Third question: Who are you most looking forward to playing with this year?

    Foye: “I am looking forward to definitely playing with Al. I’m looking forward to playing with Theo, because the way he’s playing, he blocks everything. I’m looking forward to playing with Corey, and with Gerald, just because I love lob passes, and I’m looking forward to playign with my boy Craig, my best friend. And I’m looking forward to playing with the guys I played with last year. And with Ryan Gomes, because I played against him in the Big East and I know how he likes the ball.”

    Otherwise, Coach Wittman confirmed that Al Jefferson will likely be playing a lot of center, although he doesn’t want to wear him down defending against the bigger bangers in the league–Dampier of Dallas was specifically mentioned. And Witt did say that Marko Jaric will be given a look at point guard, and made it clear that Marko gets frustrated when he doesn’t get touches and that getting touches for Marko wasn’t something he went out of his way to do last season; the implication being that Marko doing some point time would kill two birds with one stone in that respect; make Marko happy and give the Wolves a vet at the point when Foye and presumably Telfair need a blow.

    Al Jefferson was impressive. It wasn’t clear to me whether he requested it or it was given to him by management, but he will be ensconced in KG’s locker space, a circumstance that he responded to with a nice blend of “I’m honored” and “I’m not the least bit intimidated.” When I asked him why his game took such a big jump last year, he essentially replied that it was the first time he really dedicated himself to working hard and getting himself ready to go, even with the injuries. And when I asked if he felt the Wolves needed to prove something to him just as much as he needed to prove something to management, he said being traded for Kevin Garnett was proof enough on management’s commitment. When another person asked about re-upping his contract, rumored to be in the works, he demurred and said he’s just concentrating on playing ball.

    Gerald Green offered nothing but platitudes to a variety of questions, which doesn’t mean anything about how he’ll play on the court but also offers zero insight into what makes him tick.

    The Wolves head out to Turkey and won’t be back for a couple of weeks. By then, the sifting of the roster will have begun. It is a shame, though perhaps financially understandable in these lean times for journalism, that neither the Strib nor the PiPress are sending their beat writer along.

  • Ryan Adams Has Another Hissy Fit

    According to Strib blog Pop Life, Ryan Adams had another meltdown at his State Theater show last night. This was his second consecutive hissy fit at a local show. Apparently he trashed Paul Westerberg during a show at First Avenue last time he was in town.

  • Plant A Tree, Destroy The World

    Conservationist Ted Williams (the writer, not the frozen ballplayer) argues that the wanton planting of trees by short-sighted environmental groups (like the Arbor Day Foundation) are actually hurting the planet. (Though the link is to his blog, the article originally appeared in the “Incite” section of the always thought-provoking Audubon Magazine).

  • Come here often?

    There was a lot of, ahem, visual stimulation at last night’s Collage Fashion Show. But I must admit that after doing the MNfashion Weekend circuit last weekend (not to mention staying tuned to the various global fashion weeks), I find I’m a bit tired of looking at clothes. Sure, the threads looked awfully pretty last night but so too did the fellows (both on and off the runway), and I found myself admiring their beauty.

    Here we have two of the male models (smiling and being all-around friendly after the show). Meee-ow.
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    Below: I often see this guy strutting about the warehouse district. He’s a realtor, from what I understand. He also happened to be the date of one of the editors from Mpls./St. Paul Magazine last night. (jealous much?)
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    Below: The one on the right is Chris Schauf, frontman for the local band Catchpenny. And his bandmates dress just as well, if you must know. They even have an exclusive deal with the very fabulous Trovata, an Orange County, California-based clothing label.
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    If you (or a loved one) want to look as polished as those above, then you might consider swinging into Ivy Men’s + Design this Saturday between three and seven p.m. for a DJ-ed shopping event with free beer. Ladies, if you heretofore have been unsuccessful at convincing your bedraggled boyfriend to upgrade his wardrobe, then you might be able to lure him in with free beer.

  • Be Aware If You Have Breasts

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    A couple months ago, I posted a piece about the health benefits of wine — including the information that red wine had been found to have both cancer-enhancing and cancer-preventive effects on breast tumors in women. My hope — quixotic, perhaps — was that it was a wash: the antioxidants in wine would cancel out any damage done by the alcohol.

    Well, a cautionary story published this week in the Scotsman and by the Associated Press says that’s just not true. According to a study conducted by the European Institute of Oncology, wine drinkers are just as likely as drinkers of beer and other spirits to be diagnosed with breast cancer. Of more than 70,000 women surveyed during health examinations over a period of 7 years , those who reported drinking wine developed the disease at roughly the same rate as those who said they drank beer or hard liquor. But “light” drinkers (defined as less than one glass per day) and non-drinkers in the study suffered from breast cancer at a much lower rate.

    I think this is worth knowing. But note a couple things: first, the study appears to have relied on self-reporting — a notoriously inaccurate way to collect data. (It sounds a lot better to say to one’s doctor, “I have a couple glasses of wine with dinner” than “I knock back three or four rum and Cokes every night.”) Also, I can find no evidence that the wine drinkers in the study were exclusive about what they consumed; did a few of them, maybe, follow those couple of glasses with the rum? Finally, there are other factors to consider, such as the fact that drinkers tend to eat rich food and this was Italy, after all, where smoking is still de rigeur.

    But enough rationalizing. It appears to be sadly, horribly true that alcohol promotes estrogen production and estrogen feeds breast tumors. Which is a problem for women prone to cancer — or, for that matter, anyone with a set of breasts. So ladies, if you’re going to drink wine, be careful. Follow a low-fat diet, exercise, try not to eat hormone-laden meat, avoid taking the birth control pill, and DON’T SMOKE. And if you have risk factors beyond your control — such as a genetic predisposition — you might want to limit yourself to one glass a day.

    If you must do this, however, please, make it a good one.

  • This Just In…

    Another film event for today:

    Local producer William Eigen will be present at tonight’s screening of his acclaimed documentary Pete Seeger: The Power of Song.

    Pete Seeger, one of the greatest American singer/songwriters of the
    last century, was the architect of the folk revival, writing some of
    its best known songs, including “Where Have All the Flowers Gone,”
    “Turn, Turn, Turn,” and “If I Had a Hammer.” Largely misunderstood by
    his critics, including the U.S. government, for his views on peace,
    unionism, civil rights, and ecology, Seeger was targeted by the
    communist witch hunt of the 1950s and, in spite of his enormous
    popularity, banned from American television for more than 17 years.

    With a combination of never-before-seen archival footage and personal
    films made by Seeger and his wife, this authorized biography
    chronicles the life of the legendary artist and political activist.
    Includes appearances by Joan Baez, Bonnie Raitt, Bruce Springsteen,
    Natalie Maines, Tom Paxton and Peter, Paul and Mary.

    Opens at the Edina Theater on Friday.

  • Three Days, Three Books, Three Authors

    BOOKS
    Amdromeda Romano-Lax Takes Casals through the Looking Glass

    907SpanishBow.jpgI grew up surrounded with images, sounds, and stories of Pablo Casals. Though you’ll hear that he’s a Spaniard, his mother was in fact from Mayagüez, Puerto Rico. An amazing cellist and a beautiful conductor, Casals spent much of his early years playing for queens and presidents. He lived a most interesting life among the elite, which writer and journalist Amdromeda Romano-Lax set out narrate. As she became engrossed in the story, however, her imagination went wild, resulting in a most interesting novel rather than a nonfiction work. This afternoon, you can hear Romano-Lax talk about her novel, The Spanish Bow, and the man that inspired it. What a man! His Bach’s Cello Suites makes me weep each time I hear them — which is often; and there’s a 1983 Casals Festival lithograph still hanging in my bedroom.

    Friday at 2 p.m., University of Minnesota Bookstore, Coffman Memorial Union, 300 Washington Ave. S.E., Minneapolis; 612-626-0559; free.

    Tim Brady Explores the Gophers’ Rich History

    907gophersgold.jpgWhat’s the obsession with gold in sports? Let’s face it: gold is a horrid color. No matter what color you pair it with — black, blue, green, even maroon — it’s still horrid. Is it the medal reference? Go for the Gold? The enthusiasm behind sports in this country is astounding, as is the amount of money made from it, put into it, and circulating within it. Money is power, my friends. And sports are mighty powerful in, oh, so many ways. Saturday, local author Tim Brady (of The Great Dan Patch and the Remarkable Mr. Savage) invites you to experience over 150 years of rich University of Minnesota sports history. “Gopher Gold delves into the little-known corners of the university’s past to showcase the wealth of talent and ability that this landmark institution has attracted, nurtured, and given back to the world.” Brady will sign copies of his book following the discussion.

    Saturday at 2 p.m., University of Minnesota Bookstore, Coffman Memorial Union, 300 Washington Ave. S.E., Minneapolis; 612-626-0559; free.

    Top off the Weekend with an Extraordinary Orgasm

    907orgasm.jpgThanks to Girl Friday, we learned of Sunday’s book event: a book chat with Dorian Solot and Marshall Miller, authors of I Heart Female Orgasm: An Extraordinary Orgasm Guide. As Girl Friday points out, the book has yet to receive less than a 5-star rating from any of its reviewers on Amazon. But really, how could it? I mean… an extraordinary orgasm guide? Of course it’s great!

    Sunday at 6 p.m., Smitten Kitten, 3010 Lyndale Ave. S., Minneapolis; R.S.V.P. to 612-721-6088.

    FILM
    Quiet City

    Director Aaron Katz’s Quiet City is part of the ever-growing “mumblecore” movement in indie film, a genre that favors disaffected youth who struggle to pay the bills. These films defy summary and star nonprofessional actors who improvise most of their dialog, or, well, mumbles. In Quiet City, a girl gets lost in Brooklyn and meets a young man and together they wander through the sleeping borough, saying almost nothing. Quiet City places demands on the viewers’ attention — a sideways glance, a puff on a cigarette have as much gravity as ten minutes of dialog in a conventional film. Tonight and Sunday, Katz and lead actress Erin Fisher appear to discuss the film, and on Saturday (2 p.m.) you can join them for a director’s roundtable discussion at IFP. –Peter Schilling Jr.

    Friday and Sunday at 7:15 and 9:15 p.m., Oak Street Cinema, 309 Oak St., Minneapolis; 612-331-3134, $8 (seniors $6, members/students $5).

    THEATER & PERFORMANCE
    Jesus Hates Me

    907jesushates.jpgJust under a year ago, Wayne Lemon’s latest play, Jesus Hates Me made its world premiere at the Colorado New Play Summit. This weekend Emigrant Theater brings Lemon’s hip play to Minneapolis — directed by founding member Jessica Finney. Expect typical and quirky Texan fare, small-town rural America, a Bible-themed miniature golf course, Jack Daniels bottles, gay ski resorts, and plenty of gut-wrenching laughter.

    Friday and Saturday at 8 p.m., Sunday at 2 and 8 p.m., Ritz Theater, 345 13th Ave. N.E., Minneapolis; 612-436-1129; $10.

    ART BENEFIT
    Art Perchance

    If you’ve got a bit of extra cash on hand and you’d like to show your support for the arts, head over to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts tonight for their fourth annual Art Perchance benefit — another great opportunity to eat, drink, and play in the name of art. Enjoy an evening of games, food, and drawings for jury-selected artwork; and feel good about bringing art and culture to children throughout Minnesota — or rather, for bringing them to art and culture. Proceeds from this evening’s event benefit the Friends Transportation Fund, which provides free bus transportation for schoolchildren to visit the MIA for educational tours. Arrive an hour early (6 p.m.) for a pre-party reception.

    Friday at 7 p.m., Minneapolis Institute of Art, Target Wing, 2400 Third Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-870-3045; $75 and up.

    MUSIC
    Rock It to the Bang Bang Boogie

    907sugarhill.jpg“I said I can’t wait ’til the end of the week / when I’m rappin’ to the rhythm of a groovy beat / and attempt to raise your body heat.” In 1979 I knew every darn word of “Rappers’ Delight.” It’s a mighty long song, but everybody knew it word-for-word. This was the onset of rap, and it was a pretty big deal. Granted, I was living in New York then. You can imagine my surprise at hearing it “passed off” as something new in Minnesota almost a decade later. But hell, better late than never. And now, close to another couple of decades gone by, we can all look back and bask in the greatness of the pioneer rappers, the SugarHill Gang.

    Sunday at 9 p.m., Foundation Nightclub, 10 S. Fifth St., Minneapolis; 612-332-3931; $25, VIP $40.

  • The Perkins Paradigm

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    I stopped at Zeno one afternoon last week to meet a friend for a glass of wine. A lot has changed since the new owners took over last year.

    When Zeno first opened in late 2003, it had an aggressive “we’re the coolest” culture: thrumming techno music, servers with multiple piercings, and two New York founders who were constantly circulating among the guests and slapping backs but — rumor had it — never paid their bills. But what irked me the most was the inconsistency: wine pours were sometimes five ounces, sometimes nine; the bottles would be freshly opened one time I visited, nearly vinegar the next. There seemed to be no standard.

    I’m happy to say that the new and improved Zeno IS. The music has been turned down just a notch; the servers (at least the ones I’ve encountered) are friendly and knowledgeable; the wine menu is a little more refined and pours are a standard 7 ounces. But there is this oddity: Zeno now runs a “bottomless wine glass” special in the afternoons, from 3-7 p.m., serving customers as much wine as they can drink during that four-hour period. The cost is $10 for their bottom-of-the-barrel wines (Glass Mountain and Bella Sera) and $20 for the “premium” wines on their list.

    A great deal? Well, yeah, it can be. . . .but that’s exactly the problem, as I see it. In order to make the $20 glass pay, you have to drink the equivalent of three glasses of wine (priced, per glass, at 7-10 dollars) before the dinner hour. Not to mention, you can buy an entire bottle of Glass Mountain Chardonnay retail for about 7 bucks. My friend loved the special because it allowed her to taste (and discard) several different options. And maybe I’m just more fretful than most, but the whole thing made me nervous. A bottomless wine glass at 4 p.m. seems like an invitation to be blotto by 6. Much like those bottomless cups of cheap coffee restaurants used to serve: I can still remember leaving Perkins at 15 with a sour stomach and a nearly deafening caffeine buzz.