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06.10.09

Passing the torch

Although she hasn’t organized protests at the Bohemian Grove for eight years, Mary Moore still gets calls. Sometimes they’re from other activists. Sometimes they’re from writers for Vanity Fair. Today it’s from the Bohemian. “At least in my lifetime,” she sighs of her 20-plus years of activism outside the Grove, “I will never escape it.”

Between the years 1980 and 2001, Moore was the go-to leader of annual protests outside the Bohemian Grove, the yearly July gathering near Monte Rio of the Bohemian Club, home to some of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. She stepped down from active organization at the Grove after 2001, but remains an involved participant. So when asked about this year’s Bohemian Grove protest, being organized by 9-11 truth crusader Brian Romanoff and involving three 9-11 groups—9-11 Truth, Truth Action and Nor Cal Truth—Moore affirms that she’s no rudder-clasping steward.

“I don’t own the protest,” she emphasizes. “And Brian, I’ve had long, long talks with him. He knows how I feel. It’s not the focus I would want to see there. But I don’t own it, and he has a perfect right to protest there. He also agreed with the reasons that we have protested in the past.”

Of course, the prominent reason for protesting Bohemian Grove is that it facilitates the deal-making and building of relationships between leaders of corporations who affect U.S. policy. Since the protest is now helmed by those who emphasize a specific event in the nation’s history, there is worry that the awareness of the Grove’s involvement in America’s corporate-controlled culture may be obscured.

“Our protest has always been focusing on what they’re doing in the outside world,” Moore says. “I don’t care if they dress up like women and prance around in tutus and have hookers come in. I just really don’t care. I don’t care if there is a closeted gay scene up there—that’s everywhere. I’m much more concerned about what they’re doing to the world.”

Past Grove guests have included George H. W. Bush, Donald Rumsfeld, Henry Kissinger and Richard Nixon, who called the Bohemian Grove “the most faggy goddamned thing you could ever imagine.” Last year, the 9-11 truth protesters obtained a list of camp members and map of camp locations from a disgruntled employee. Much has been made of Grateful Dead members Bob Weir and Mickey Hart being on the list, and Moore was nonplussed to see their membership. “I’ve never been impressed with the Grateful Dead,” she says.

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Riches Indeed

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06.10.09


It’s stomach season, so we’re clearing out inventory.”

So says chef Mateo Granados as he dishes up a heaping scoop of embutido de chito, his Yucatan family recipe of baby goat stomach that’s stuffed with blood, heart and kidney, then aged for three weeks into an inky black loaf. Baby goat meat is a delicacy in the late spring, he explains, and he doesn’t want to waste the tasty offal that other chefs might throw away.

 “People love it,” he grins, as another customer grabs a plate and hustles over to the shaded picnic table next to his booth at the Sebastopol farmers market.

A few feet away, chef John Franchetti feeds pizzas into a roaring wood-fired oven built onto a portable trailer. Minutes later, he pulls out a crispy, cracker-thin Margherita model laced with pepperoni and roasted mushroom. It looks and tastes just like the exquisite pies produced at his Rosso Pizzeria & Wine Bar in Santa Rosa. 

“Paella!” shriek a gaggle of teenage girls suddenly, converging with flyers to promote Gerard’s paella, that Gerard being, of course, chef Nebesky of Occidental, who bested Bobby Flay on Throwdown on the Food Network and now cooks the Spanish rice dish in wading-pool-size pans at North Bay events. From his booth nearby waft the enticing aromas of seafood, chicken and sausage steaming with deeply fragrant spices.

This is all pretty fancy stuff to be eating in a parking lot.

Yet it’s the start of the North Bay’s 2009 farmers market season, and a recent tour of our larger gatherings found that more and more, dining here is no afterthought. While in years past, market-goers might have been content to snack on taco truck&– or sandwich-style fare, these days, they’re snapping up specialty savories and sweets. Indeed, today’s temptations are the kind of dishes we might find in a real restaurant, and are often prepared on site by the chef himself.

It’s easy to credit Granados with the revolution. After leaving a high-profile position as executive chef at Healdsburg’s Dry Creek Kitchen in 2004, he set up a booth at the Santa Rosa Downtown Market, plying us with Yucatan tamales stuffed with slow-roasted suckling pig, Rosie organic chicken, CK Lamb, roasted local vegetables and Bodega Bay goat cheese.

He’s now branched out into full meals, offered at three of the major markets around town and sometimes served on china with real silverware. Working with a professional Wolf range outfitted with wheels, Granados sends out a quesadilla brimming with Black Sheep Farm beef, picadillo, Tierra vegetables, grilled cactus, jack cheese and smoked tomatillo sauce alongside a Ridgeview Farm arugula salad. Another popular new offering is a relleno negro of Yucatan-style black mole, Black Sheep Farms meatballs, Salmon Creek Ranch hard boiled duck eggs, fresh favas and La Bonne Terre peppercress piled on made-from-scratch tortillas.

Lately, though, Granados has competition. Rosso’s Franchetti and crew just debuted their portable, faux brick-faced pizza oven at four Sonoma markets, firing up pies in combos like asparagus, prosciutto and egg. The staff wears crisp black and white, hand-tossing dough before our eyes and folding artisan cheese, fresh basil and juicy tomatoes into caprese piadinis. To complement: seasonal nibbles like favas and asparagus, freshly made warm mozzarella drizzled with Davero olive oil, and succulent, crispy-skin suckling pig roasted in a La Caja China portable “pit.”

The salumi masters of Taverna Santi have set up shop, too, displaying their meticulously handcrafted rillettes, pancetta and sausage at the Santa Rosa Veterans market, plus ciccoli and bratwurst in Healdsburg. Also at the Healdsburg market are espresso brownies from Jimtown Store; salmon cakes (and halibut cheeks, to go) from Fishing Vessel Bumblebee’s Fish Sales; fresh spelt and sourdough breads from Full Circle Bakery; goat cheese from Pug’s Leap; and silky, sumptuous fish from Paul’s Smoked Salmon. You grab your goodies, find a sunny spot to sit, and groove to the live bluegrass sounds of the Hicktones.

Depending on the market, a chef’s dishes may vary. According to Granados, diners are most adventurous in Healdsburg. Visitors at the Sebastopol fair may get their chito dressed up in a moist, marvelous scramble of Salmon Creek Ranch duck eggs, smoked tomatillo sauce and La Bonne Terre little gem lettuce, for example, while in Healdsburg, the chito may be simply tucked in a handmade taco.

If the Sebastopol market is the most relaxed in mood of the markets (it’s common to see naked children at play in the fountain, and the “Laughter Yoga” booth always draws a crowd), the food is just as serious. Here’s where you’ll find BBQ Smokehouse and Catering’s handmade chicken andouille and “the world’s best strawberry shortcake”; Patisserie Angelica’s fresh-baked galettes and brown butter tarts; and to wash it all down, steaming cups of joe from Run Around Brew Mobile Espresso.

At the Santa Rosa Veteran’s Building market, meanwhile, you may browse Ecco Cafe, a small stand draped in burlap and selling Ethiopian Bonko or cachoeira coffee. Or perhaps you crave Sisterpie Pot Pies of beef burgundy mushroom in cornmeal crust, apple butter beef stew, or turkey tarragon in lemon citrus pastry crust. Squisito Dolci lures with biscotti or ricotta poundcake, and one can idly wonder what it will be at Flour Creations: a veggie hand pie (plump with brown rice, mushrooms, zucchini, Swiss chard, pepper jack, sweet onions, green chiles and garlic) or Nicky’s breakfast burritos (fat and spicy with scrambled eggs, jalapenos, black pepper and garlic sautéed in butter)?

Across the asphalt lot, the folks from Sebastopol’s French Garden restaurant showcase good green stuff from their 30-acre organic, bio-intensive farm (gorgeous rainbow chard, chives and romaine), while Santa Rosa seafood does brisk business with Pacific Fanny Bay oysters, live lobster, crab, and salmon grilled on barbecues belching forth a seductive, smoky perfume.

Even the downtown Santa Rosa market is fancying things up. Serious marketers may typically avoid this Wednesday night gathering because it’s too popular (read: loud and rowdy), and seems more geared toward festival folk, with its cotton candy, kettle corn, snow cones, funnel cakes and corn dogs. Yet the other week, between a man with sign reading “I Can Prove There Is a God” and a drunken woman waving a giant Willie Bird turkey leg in the air, Donna del Rey of Relish Culinary Adventures and Franchetti calmly conducted an open-air class on making hand-pulled mozzarella.

Tempting selections, actually, are enormous, here. Cattlemens is promoting a new dish, a gaucho steak of grilled sirloin with chimichurri sauce, grilled onions and peppers on grilled ciabatta. Grandpa’s Fish Tales moves past fish sticks to clam chowder in a sourdough bowl, ahi poke or crab Louie, while Thai House throws the gauntlet down to California Thai, dueling their fried bananas with coconut ice cream against CT’s spicy lime salad.

Home Maid Italian Marketplace offers pillowy ravioli- and anchovy-stuffed olives, while Hector’s Honey of Sonoma hands out fresh cactus pads and star thistle honey. The Hummus Guy dunks garlic pita chips in baked tofu salad, while Viola Pastry Boutique & Café beckons with dainty cupcakes and whoopie pie.

At Ellene’s Handmade Brittle, there’s a choice to be made between cashew, peanut and almond, while at Mommy and Me Cooking Co., pumpkin bundt cake seems to be the clear favorite. C’est Cheesecake often sells out of its mini cakes, while Dominique’s Sweets fills in some gaps with gluten free macarons.

The Killer Baking Co. has just one simple threat: Brownies to Die For.

If diners are finding more to love at the farmers markets, so too are our chefs and artisan purveyors. A gang of white-jacketed gents from Dry Creek Kitchen strolled the Healdsburg gathering recently, browsing tables groaning with Oak Gate Farm garlic, ruby-red strawberries, favas the size of sausages, Italian parsley and tight-leaved artichokes.

At the Sebastopol market, Lesley Brabyn of Salmon Creek Ranch of Bodega breezed by, pausing to explain the difference between duck and chicken eggs (ducks have bigger yolks, and, she swore, taste a whole lot better).

As she chatted, chef Mark Malicki sidled up, taking a break from his St. Rose to shop for ingredients for a special party he was catering. High on his list was goat, and Granados had just what he needed: an entire baby animal, frozen solid, wrapped in plastic and waiting in an Igloo cooler next to his booth. Malicki bought it, belly and all. 

For all North Bay farm markets, go to F&D in our calendar, p46.

 

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Coffin Job

06.10.09

The best comedies are always uncertain about what side of the line they fall on. Sometimes, a tragedy seems about to break out at any minute. Departures, the surprise best foreign film winner at this year’s Oscars, proves that there’s just as much potential for humor in a death comedy as there is in a sex comedy.

Departures begins with a kind of sketch: two men from the undertakers come to the “encoffining” of a beautiful girl. The ceremony is exquisitely solemn—corpse-arranging is yet another fine Japanese art—including cloth folding, cleaning and anointing. While sponging the body, Daigo (Masahiro Motoki), the younger of the two encoffiners, finds out that the deceased had an embarrassing secret, a debacle that he handles quickly.

He wasn’t always that cool. In flashback, we learn that Daigo played the cello in a bad Tokyo orchestra. We see his performance of Beethoven’s Ninth, performed for about a dozen grim-faced music fans. Laid off afterward, Daigo is in serious debt, since his expensive new cello set him back some $186,000. Without a better idea, Daigo decides to leave Tokyo to reclaim his family home in the country in Yamagata Prefecture. Daigo’s adoring wife, Mika (Ryoko Hirosue), agrees to the plan, seemingly without doubts. Looking for a job, Daigo finds a newspaper ad for work helping out “Departures.”

Sasaki (Tsutomu Yamazaki), the boss, looks Daigo up and down. “You’re not depressing,” he judges and tosses Daigo’s résumé on the floor without reading it, hiring Daigo right on the spot. It turns out that the ad was a misprint. Daigo will be working not with departures but with the departed—this business sells and fills coffins. Though old Sasaki claims that fate sent the young man there, Daigo can’t accept it. He hides his new job from his wife; when Mika finds out, she regards her husband as an untouchable and leaves him.

What follows are slices of life in the death trade. Daigo becomes aware that what had seemed like a job was actually a vocation. He’s very good at handling the formalities and the harsh situations: untimely deaths, suicides by charcoal inhalation or the aftermath of a motorcycle crash. The long winters in Yamagata set the mood of mourning. If Daigo doesn’t look depressing, he’s serious enough for the occasions, and he has his own dark issues: Daigo’s father left him and his mother when he was young.

Certainly, his new boss is a fine replacement for any lost dad. Sasaki is a man among men. Yamazaki, never to be forgotten as the John Wayne&–like trucker in the 1985 Tampopo, is an actor of absolute gravity and unreal smoothness, and he gives a top movie star’s performance in this role. Yamazaki’s suaveness just gets richer as the film goes along.

To watch Sasaki at work is to sort of wish you were dead already. He has the aspect of a magician, explaining the steps to the mourners: “I will now affix the lid . . .” Likewise, he comes across like an alchemist, transforming a distinctly green corpse into the likeness of a sleeping, peaceful wife.

Yamagata Prefecture supposedly has a reputation as a region of bumpkins. It’s easy on the eyes; the snow-covered volcanic cones and the wetlands make you think of Washington state. Maybe the earthiness of the people is a regional-comedy touch in all the characters, from the pastoral, tranquil Sasaki to his salty, forward secretary (Kimiko Yo, a pleasure to watch).

The laughter or family fights that break out at funerals might be part of this movie’s rural, working-class eye. Departures is backward looking; it favors farmland and old-fashioned wood-fired bathhouses over the Tokyo mania. It celebrates old-style, hands-on craft.

 

Director Yojiro Takita has impeccable timing and a constant bubbliness. He expertly mixes what seems like unmixable material. In one moment, clouds of swans fly as Daigo practices his cello in the countryside; in an earlier scene, Daigo emits a Jimmy Stewart&–style gobble of panic after Sasaki casts him as a model corpse for a training film. (Daigo is sort of a fussbudget; caught by his wife after having hidden the purchase of the cello, he dithers his hands—the cartoon gesture of a husband found out in a lie.)

Departures goes long. One perfect scene—a crematorium operator’s tale of a Christmas Eve he once spent—goes on to explain itself, and spoils the mood. The reconciliation of Daigo to his father’s memory stalls, even after it’s clearly inevitable. Still, Departures is a movie about death that’s suffused with the joy of living.

  ‘Departures’ opens on Friday, June 12, at the Rialto Lakeside Cinemas, 551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.525.4840.


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Spoken Summer

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By Bart Schneider

I enjoy gazing at the various lit calendars and getting a sense of the literary treasurers and experiments that are coming up. Here are some of the highlights through the first half of the summer:

David Sedaris The comic master appears with his sixth book of essays, When You Are Engulfed in Flames, at Book Passage. Admission is free, although preferred seating, and perhaps the only seating, is available with purchase of book. Monday, June 15, at 7pm. 51 Tamal Vista Blvd., Corte Madera. 415.927.0960.

Poetry Flash fundraiser featuring a reading by New York poet Cynthia Kraman, The Touch, with Poetry Flash editors Joyce Jenkins and Richard Silberg, Deconstruction of the Blues. The event marks the inaugural return of “Sunset Poetry by the Bay” at its new location, Studio 333. Leave it to poets to have a fundraiser that only asks for a $5 donation. Wednesday, June 17, at 7pm. 333-A Caledonia St., Sausalito. 415.331.8272.

Gary Snyder and Tom Killion appear at Toby’s Feed Barn in Point Reyes Station, hosted by Point Reyes Books. The event is a benefit for Columbia School House Cultural Center in Nevada City and the Mt. Tamalpais Conservation Project. With food and beverages served, it’s a steal at $20. Saturday, June 20, at 7pm. 11315 State Route 1, Point Reyes Station. 415.663.1542.

Robert Bly (above) appears under the auspices of the International Association of Sufism, as part of a two-day Sufi conference at Dominican. Bly remains a force of nature in his early 80s, reading his poetry to Sufi music and a mass of whirling dervishes. Tickets, through www.ias.org, are $20 before June 16, $30 after. Friday, June 26, at 7pm. Angelico Hall, 50 Acacia Ave., San Rafael.

The Marin Poetry Center has the right idea. Its Summer Traveling Show is sending poets out in packs of five each week to different venues around the county. Tuesdays in June, a rotating host introduces the poets and reins them in. It’s a good way to sample talent and check out some different scenes. All events are at 7:30pm. For lineups of poets and extended schedule, visit www.marinpoetrycenter.com.

Napa Valley Writers Conference One of the best conferences of its kind in the country, now in its 29th year, boasts a lineup of luminaries. Fiction writers include ZZ Packer, Antonya Nelson, Robert Boswell, and Peter Ho Davies. Poets include Elizabeth Alexander, who had the honor of reading at President Obama’s inaugural. The great thing about this conference is that individuals can attend readings or lectures for a nominal fee, without paying tuition for the entire conference. It runs Sunday–Thursday, July 26–30. For dates and venues, check www.napawritersconf.org.



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Revenge of the Rushpublicans

06.10.09

Dateline: Washington, D.C. June 10, 2013

White House Press Secretary Ann Coulter looks stunning in sleeveless turtleneck business attire. And she’s all business as she steps to the pressroom podium.

 “Good morning. As you all know, the president recognizes that each of our constitutional freedoms stems from Christian initiative conjoined with personal responsibility and the inalienable right to privately own things. But she also realizes that other stuff changes over time. For example, corporations, once thought of as mere fabricated constructs, have rightly been deemed real people for a century or more. Change, then, is what makes America great. Consequently, President Palin has sent her personal spokesperson here today to announce new realignments in and reforms to federal departments and administration cabinet positions, as well as her pick for the next Supreme Court justice.”

Coulter levels an in-all-sincerity gaze at the press assemblage. “To outline these changes, and to introduce the next Supreme, I’m turning the podium over to presidential adviser and the nation’s number one talk show host, Rush Limbaugh.”

Limbaugh charges up from the rear of the room dressed in a fashionable black muumuu, replete with a tiny U.S. flag pin, arms pumping up and down, while the press corps stand and applaud.

“Thank you, Ann.” Limbaugh points to the press secretary, smirking and giving her a knowing wink. Limbaugh then smiles widely at a room chock-full of Fox News and Clear Channel journalists. “All right then, just like I said exactly four years ago: this nation, and a certain former president, were both heading for disaster. Naturally, I was absolutely spot-on. But thanks to multitudes of right-minded freedom lovers, we’re beginning to turn this mess around.”

The big guy licks a fat index finger, drawing a huge check in the air before exuding, “The entire country has since dittoed me on that, electing a leader in line with basic American Republican tenets we all hold so dear; a president who believes less government is more, believes in traditional moral values, fewer taxes, American military might, together with the free-enterprising pursuit of accumulative happiness. And because our party heeded my clarion call for conservative purity, we now enjoy majorities in both houses of Congress, have recently elected the first woman ever to the highest office in the land and have turned our attention to reforming the federal courts. In a nutshell, we have arrived, making it high time to implement our vast and unyielding freedom agenda.”

Sensing the drama he is about to impart, Limbaugh opens his mouth wide, pausing and breathing heavily, allowing tension to mount, before saying, “Today, with our nation suffering though this horrendous Democrat Party Depression, we can ill afford, nor do our citizens want, the many corruptions that socialist nanny states force upon their inhabitants. Consequently, President Palin has decreed that from this day forward there will be no Department of Labor, no Department of Housing and Urban Development, no Health and Human Services, no EPA and, of course, no Department of Education. Moreover, to fulfill the president’s repeated campaign pledge, today she has signed executive orders eliminating both the Internal Revenue Service and the Social Security Administration.”

A lone voice pipes up from the back of the room. “But this is illegal. Congress must—”

“Helen, let me assure you every action set forth today meets the letter of the law,” Limbaugh counters, before leaning over and whispering to an aide that he usher Ms. Thomas out.

Over the course of the next hour, Rush Limbaugh, the president’s personal adviser, regales his simpatico Fourth Estate with plans to create three new agencies, including the departments of Media Truth and Christian Affairs, “which will distribute monies exclusively to those institutions which meet rigorous academic criteria, and whose students pass specified tests.”

Finally, Limbaugh, with the passion and zeal of a P. T. Barnum, reveals President Palin’s Supreme Court pick. “This person is not simply a woman,” Limbaugh notes. “Even before attending the University of Chicago Law School, she embarked upon a career at the State Department and at the U.S. Agency for International Development. Since then she has worked both in private practice and as a deputy assistant secretary of state. Plus, she comes from a distinguished and honorable family of selfless public servants.” Limbaugh grandiloquently motions to the door behind the curtain, “Meet your next Supreme Court justice—Liz Cheney.” 

Open Mic is now a weekly feature in the Bohemian. We welcome your contribution. To have your topical essay of 700 words considered for publication, write op*****@******an.com.

 


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These days, naked ladies are cropping up everywhere. I’m not talking about the flower Amaryllis belladonna, which doesn’t bloom until late July. I’m talking wine labels, which nowadays sport a liberal variety, from lithe guerrilla girls covering Zinfandel with no covering to nymphs cavorting on Sauvignon Blanc in their birthday suits.

Time was that the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms put the ixnay on the odbay—and prohibited labels that seemed to liken fine wine to, say, sensuality. Kenwood’s first artist series label featuring a whimsical nude reclined on a vineyard hillside was rejected in 1978. The artist re-submitted the label, swapping out the nude for a skeleton on the same hillside. The Feds were not amused. Not until the 1990s was the legendary label approved for its 20th anniversary.

The current artist series label is an earth-tone, demure head-scarfed woman by Shepard Fairey. The times they have changed, but Kenwood, an icon of the 1970s wine boom (since acquired by the owners of Korbel Champagne Cellars), remains more or less the same. Kenwood is such a fixture of the landscape that I was surprised to discover recently that the Bohemian had yet to drop by for a Swirl ‘n’ Spit. So let’s do that.

Remodeled from the original 1906 Pagani Winery, the winery has a tidy but rambling, add-on appearance. The tasting room is still a barnlike structure with a modest L-shaped bar. The big surprise was on the tasting menu: prices frozen in time!

Kenwood sticks to what works, like its Kenwood Red ($7), a hearty table wine that’s a dependable buy year after year. The Yulupa brand has a strong presence at the top of restaurant lists, and the “reserve” and Sonoma County wines start at just $13. The 2007 Sauvignon Blanc Reserve ($15) was easy to drink with hints of barrel fermentation and lemon drop; the 2007 Chardonnay Reserve ($20), like a baked apple saturated with strong toast and butter notes trending toward Muenster cheese; the 2006 Russian River Pinot Noir ($15), sound if somewhat weedy, with fine dry cranberry astringency.

Among Kenwood’s prized assets is the Jack London Vineyard series. Kenwood has an exclusive contract to that same vineyard that hikers circumambulate in Jack London State Park. London did not plant vines himself, but he was no stranger to the demijohn.

Kenwood’s 2005 Reserve Zinfandel ($25) was as restrained and peppery as ever, while the 2006 Jack London Zinfandel ($20) is a juicier flask full of licorice and blueberry. Syrah is a promising new addition, the 2005 ($25) still brooding over subdued dark forest berries, cinnamon stick and anise. The 2005 Jack London Cabernet Sauvignon ($35) had gobs of cassis and blueberry, steeped in dark tobacco and charred oak, chunky tannins allayed by the fleshiness of the fruit. This big, old-fashioned Sonoma Valley Cab is on sale for 50 percent off a case.

Kenwood’s got hundreds of thousands of cases to move, and they get it. While some of the wines may be collectible, they’re not “cult.” Here, I can pick up a bottle of solid, Sonoma County wine—without being left wearing nothing but a barrel afterward.

Kenwood Vineyards, 9592 Sonoma Hwy., Kenwood. Open 10am–4:30pm daily. Tasting fee, $5. 707.833.5891.



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Free Wheeling

06.10.09

How did she do it? I don’t know whether she folded them or not, but a Bay Area woman last week transported three unboxed pizzas on the back of her bike, reporting that they were delivered safely and promptly eaten. Her story is one of a growing collection from people taking the Car-Free Challenge at www.transformca.org and posting feedback about staying out of the car as much as possible during June. What strikes me is how much this Car-Free Challenge forces us to think creatively. 

It also forces us to acknowledge (begrudgingly or otherwise) those who walked away from their cars a long time ago, decades even. Car-free folks can be irritatingly (yet understandably) smug about having it all figured out. Jennie Schultz, for example, has been car-free for a year.

“It’s fantastic,” says Schultz, who uses biking, walking and public transportation to get to and from her home on the west side of Santa Rosa. “The main thing is, I don’t have to sit in traffic all day.”

Don’t rub it in. I can’t abandon my auto altogether just yet. But I can make a difference by doing even a little; any attempt to reduce mileage this month will help cut traffic, clear the air and provide the personal stories being collected by a regional group called Transform (formerly known as TALC, the Transportation and Land Use Coalition). Transform advocates for walkable, bikable communities. I’d like to live in one of those communities right now.

My city is not very bike- or walk-friendly. The only route to my son’s school in north Napa is an obstacle course that includes a freeway frontage road with irregular offerings of sidewalk, a potholed gravel and hard dirt parking lot, and two major boulevard intersections; five miles of biking this alongside an eight-year-old daydreamer in heavy morning traffic is not my idea of fun. So I typically drive my son to school. But on bike-to-school day last month, we made the ride for the first time and had so much fun (endorphins rock) that now we ride our bikes whenever we can leave the house early enough. Still, I’d prefer we had a safe path across town. And Transform wants us to have that.

 “We advocate at regional, state and national levels, and right now we’re trying to put a face on some of the agendas we’re pushing,” says Andréa Tyler, who does outreach and development for Transform. “This is really about the stories.” The Car-Free Challenge includes funny blog postings, especially from a participant plotting to bike her pet chickens around in panniers. But along with the laughs are community-building and fundraising components to the challenge, outlined on the website.

To join up, participants either pay a flat $65 to sign up, or get their friends and family to sponsor them in reaching a mileage-reduction goal. Some have set goals for all month while others take it one day at a time. Those who sign up can be part of a team, meet others who are taking the challenge, and generally get lots of practical and moral support while tracking mileage and competing for prizes. A family of four in Oakland has set a mileage reduction goal of 200 miles and a fundraising goal of $500. Another family of four in Alameda who signed up for the challenge has been car-free for 11 months! I can see why it’s important to swap car-free-living stories, since now I have to stop whining about how difficult it is to go car-free with only one child. Damn. I hate that.

Transform’s campaign slogan is “Drive Less and Live More.” Their 10 reasons for doing so are: saving money, reducing carbon, improving health, building community, raising metabolism, breathing easier, sending a social message, saving lives (animal and human), and supporting advocacy efforts to make communities more walkable and bikable. 

I must add: first, being car-free encourages the cleverness to transport three unboxed pizzas on a five-inch bike rack using only your wits and a bungee cord; and second, that solvitur ambulando—it is solved by walking—is always true, except when it is solved by biking.


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News Blast

06.10.09 Passing the torchAlthough she hasn't organized protests at the Bohemian Grove for eight years, Mary Moore still gets calls. Sometimes they're from other activists. Sometimes they're from writers for Vanity Fair. Today it's from the Bohemian. "At least in my lifetime," she sighs of her 20-plus years of activism outside the Grove, "I will never escape it."Between the years...

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Riches Indeed

06.10.09It's stomach season, so we're clearing out inventory."So says chef Mateo Granados as he dishes up a heaping scoop of embutido de chito, his Yucatan family recipe of baby goat stomach that's stuffed with blood, heart and kidney, then aged for three weeks into an inky black loaf. Baby goat meat is a delicacy in the late spring, he...

Coffin Job

06.10.09 The best comedies are always uncertain about what side of the line they fall on. Sometimes, a tragedy seems about to break out at any minute. Departures, the surprise best foreign film winner at this year's Oscars, proves that there's just as much potential for humor in a death comedy as there is in a sex comedy....

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Revenge of the Rushpublicans

06.10.09Dateline: Washington, D.C. June 10, 2013White House Press Secretary Ann Coulter looks stunning in sleeveless turtleneck business attire. And she's all business as she steps to the pressroom podium. "Good morning. As you all know, the president recognizes that each of our constitutional freedoms stems from Christian initiative conjoined with personal responsibility and the inalienable right to privately own things....

Free Wheeling

06.10.09How did she do it? I don't know whether she folded them or not, but a Bay Area woman last week transported three unboxed pizzas on the back of her bike, reporting that they were delivered safely and promptly eaten. Her story is one of a growing collection from people taking the Car-Free Challenge at www.transformca.org and posting feedback...

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