T.R.O.Y. Robert Steinberg

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Dr. Robert Steinberg, co-founder of Scharffen Berger Chocolate Maker, died yesterday after a lengthy fight with lymphoma. He was a fine person and the best maker of chocolate I’ll even know.

I worked at the Scharffen Berger factory for a little less than two years. A week into my job there, I went to a party in San Francisco and drank a lot. Just as I was getting into boorish obnoxious behavior, I turned around and who do I see standing there in a tuxedo but Robert, fresh from a benefit gala at some museum. I remember pummeling him with loud and sloppy conversation about recipe testing, and him listening patiently. Catastrophe averted.

I was lucky. Robert, to some, could come across as cranky. He had a passion for getting the facts straight, something that caused his chocolate-related writing to be wordy and dry at times. He knew more about the finer, technical points of cacao and chocolate than a lot of yahoos who claim to be chocolate experts will ever know, but he wasn’t saucy about it.

I worked at Scharffen Berger during an interesting time, a period shortly before the company was sold to Hershey. It was a difficult choice for Robert and his SBCM co-founder John to make, but it was probably for the best—Scharffen Berger needed to grow, and it had grown all it could under those circumstances. It was like sending a kid away to college, terrifying but exciting. I extend a fat middle finger to those who accused Scharffen Berger of selling out.

Anyhow, that sort of talk might have been off-putting to Robert, so I’ll cap it. I’m thankful for the chance I had to learn from him and the company he and John Scharffenberger started and led. Pastry chef and cookbook author David Lebovitz wrote some very kind and insightful words about Robert and his influence on chocolate in America in the last decade. It’s worth a read. Robert, today I will eat a Scharffen Berger 70% Bittersweet bar just for you. It’s still my favorite chocolate in the world.

Artist-on-Artist: Cartooning with Trevor Alixopulos and Alexis E. Fajardo

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While working on my article about the Schulz Museum in this week’s Bohemian, I had occasion to sit down with two excellent cartoonists, Trevor Alixopolus and Alexis Fajardo. I was there, ostensibly, to ask them questions about the museum’s guest cartoonist program; but as you’ll read below, what unfolded instead was a freewheeling chat between the two artists about the comics industry at large, the artists’ distinct working methods, the public misunderstanding of comics, the magic of working with ink and paper, and the plague of the Comic Book Store Guy on The Simpsons.

The interview took place inside of Charles Schulz’s old studio at 1 Snoopy Place, where Schulz drew Peanuts every day for over 30 years. We could still see the indentation on the wood-paneled wall where the back of Schulz’s chair left a daily mark. His crow quill pen and inkwell sat nearby, and all of his books were left intact on the shelf. It was a perfect place to sit and talk about comics.

The conversation is long, but I was fascinated by the amount of common ground shared by what are two very different cartoonists. Fajardo’s series, Kid Beowulf, is a cleverly historic prequel to the famous Beuwolf story, full of swords and kings and dragons, whereas Alixopulos’ latest, The Hot Breath of War, is a surreal rumination on modern society, involving cell phones, nightclubs and one-night stands. They’re both fantastic, and I thank both Trevor and Alexis for sitting down and being so open about their work.

The conversation starts below.

Letters to the Editor

09.17.08

From Cover to Cover

I have to admit I was somewhat surprised when I read Sara Bir’s article regarding the 10th anniversary party for Section M magazine (“F*ck Section M,” Sept. 10) due to the amount of sheer bitterness and obvious personal distain that Bir has for the magazine. I don’t know if she intended that to shine through, but it was obvious.

I don’t know Ms. Bir, but I’ve been a fan of her articles in your paper for some time. Like her, I was involved with the magazine at one point, though I could hardly be called part of its staff. I also was a devoted reader throughout the magazine’s existence.

So, to answer the question: “Why celebrate a magazine that never made a profit, was littered with typos, found a miniscule readership at best and, it could be argued, existed to serve itself?”

Because it was a huge success. For a short glorious time, Section M united the music scene based out of the Phoenix Theater, gave us something to rally around and gave local bands a goal to shoot for. To be on Section M’s cover was a big deal in the small pond that is the North Bay music scene. Everyone from fans to the musicians themselves read Section M to see what everyone else was doing. Who was recording? Who was releasing an album? Who was on tour? To this day, the Bohemian really hasn’t matched Section M’s local music coverage. How could you? Section M was devoted to local music coverage from cover to cover.

It was flawed, and yes, it was troubled, but it gave us all something to debate and argue about (Why did they never give the Velvet Teen the cover?). Maybe that Section M existed in the first place is impressive enough; it helped give a lot of us our start. Even if Section M wasn’t perfect, it was a success, and just like the bands it covered—it just couldn’t last forever.

Dominic Davi

Philadelphia, PA

Define Failure

I made the two-hour trek to attend the Section M 10th anniversary reunion show, looking forward to seeing old faces and to experience again the magic of Sonoma County music. The show was an absolute, joyful success—the party that Section M never had but always deserved. As a writer and editor for the last half-dozen issues of the magazine, I finally got to connect with people who had come before me.

Imagine my disappointment upon reading the Bohemian’s retrospective article. History is littered with absolutely awesome magazines that are no longer publishing, but I don’t know how five years of publication can really constitute “failure.” I’m looking back through issues at the different bands we covered that have since broken up—have they failed, too?

So many people put so much effort into the magazine over the years that I cannot view the stack of back issues in front of me as a failure. I have my own level of regrets being involved, but Section M is the reason that I am finishing my English degree right now. Section M was the moment that I realized that I could love something enough to work for it.

Kevin Jamieson

Rancho Cordova

A rare and lucky time

While working at the Section M reunion party on Saturday night, I realized that never in my life had I seen so many people enjoying themselves at an event that might otherwise remind people of their mortality. Having worked at that music magazine for nearly every issue, I was—to say the least—a bit hesitant. However, despite my doubt and that of so many others, it was a success.

Complete with nearly all the movers and shakers of Sonoma County’s music scene of the late 1990s and early 2000s, the smiles and cringes of recognition abounded. Those who were missing were sorely missed—particularly Logan Whitehurst, whose genius cartoons and essays were one of the mag’s biggest highlights.

Despite the setbacks, the dramas and the general shittiness of volunteering for a magazine that often catered to the flaky elite of big-fish-small-pond music, the five-year run was exciting. Raised on blues and Beatles, in no other circumstance would a kid like me have been so readily exposed to so much talent and drive. A boon of inspiration, that magazine led me to pursue music and all of its facets since.

I owe a barrel of gratitude to that magazine and many of its staff members. Had it not been for them, I may not have become a published illustrator. It was a rare and lucky time for me. And despite the criticisms—many of which I once held—I have to admit there isn’t much like it out there.

Oona Risling-Sholl

Santa Rosa

 


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Tortes and Tarts

09.17.08

A bent kind of trifle, a semi-translatable parable about the hazards of getting along by going along, I Served the King of England is a Central European comedy about pandering, smiling subservience to whatever class is ruling. There is no malice to it. It’s possible that some people, perhaps those who are deeply entrenched in a hospitality-industry training program, might not even suspect the film has an edge.

I Served also has the pre-morality of silent comedy, including a little chap’s unscrupulous climb to the top followed by a fall caused by too much trust in the status quo.

It’s a simple fact of cinema that no one looks trustworthy in a blonde mustache. Ivan Barnev, as Jan Dite, grows one as sign of his rising status as a waiter. He advances from an under-waiter at a provincial bar to the counter at the best hotel in Prague. As the movie begins and ends, he’s running a dusty gasthaus in the forest. He tells his life story to his friends, about his years of swanking it about in Prague. There’s a Munchausian touch to his reminiscence. He once personally served a banquet of roast camel to the emperor of Ethiopia, a shorty in a tarboosh, who honored him with a sash and a medal. He still has it, and it hangs on his small frame like the sword and braid on Buster Keaton in The General.

Jan’s acumen with a tray and a bottle of wine made him famous, but he also specialized in the arrangement of the goodies waiting upstairs for the regular customers: girls wheeled out on lazy Susans or decorated with delicacies like flower petals, slices of fruit and, especially, money. And then—always minding his role as a servant—he holds up a mirror to the reclining ladies, like Cupid in a Renaissance painting, letting these Venuses see themselves.

After the Reich acquires Czechoslovakia, Jan gets involved with a cute, ardent Nazi (Julia Jentsch) who gets inhabited by the spirit of der Führer, Exorcist-style.

As in the creamy Lubitsch comedies it echoes, I Served has plenty of babes. As the feminist cartoonist Colleen Coover put it, “Pretty girls make people happy.” If that principle seems too boneheaded to you (it’s sure working for John McCain), it’s probably best to avoid this Czech movie. Director Jíri Menzel is wry about the connivance between curvy tarts and the mustached old men who hire them. Much of the film is like that scene in Some Like It Hot where the row of millionaires in rocking chairs start rocking harder when Marilyn sashays by “like jello on springs.” While providing an array of actresses in fetching ’30s summer clothes, Menzel counterpoints by hinting at the corrosion of a society from too many sweets. This tendency is, of course, brutally overcorrected by the pious communists.

 

The film is a droll view of a country with two terrible occupiers, and it shows how the spirit survived even after the borders capsized. The area is still dependent on the service industry; the Pilsner Urquell product placement in this movie is as omnipresent—and as chic—as the Stella Artois ads in a Landmark Theater. I Served the King of England is slightly silly but a very succulent movie. It has the sensible idea that one can counter the nightmare of history with fervent dreams of bare skin and thick frosting.

 ‘I Served the King of England’ opens Friday, Sept. 19, at Rialto Cinemas Lakeside, 551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.525.4840.


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The Community Organizer

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09.17.08

I spent entire parts of August avoiding talking with my mother about the song “Sticky Sweet Jesus,” a moving new track by Santa Rosa’s NORBAY-nominated indie rockers the Spindles. “What does that song mean?” she’d keep asking me, and I’d keep answering, “I’m still trying to figure it out.” Sure, it was partly an excuse for not wanting to offend her with a heated debate about my sense that the song wrestles with the shared failures of salvation and pleasure. And yet I still feel a genuine, thrilling compulsion to know what the heck “Sticky Sweet Jesus” means after all.

Coalmine Spindle, frontman and songwriter for the Spindles, tells me that many listeners have connected to the song; musicians in particular dig it, even though it’s a simple repetitive pop tune. “I definitely didn’t write it as an antireligious rally cry,” says Coalmine, who attended Catholic school and has three aunts who are nuns. Instead, he says, “it really does point to some inner conflict I have about the guy—the revulsion of who has taken Jesus as their flag, i.e. the church establishment, yet head-to-head with that is an attraction to the first and most committed rebel, who literally gave life and limb to challenge the thoughts and schemas of his peers.” An internal spiritual tug of war? “Maybe that’s what people identify with,” he suggests.

“Sticky Sweet Jesus” is the opening cut on the Spindles’ soon-to-be-released second full-length disc Present Herman Berlin (advance tracks can be heard on the band’s MySpace page). The band’s melodic, wistful folk-rock is sharper and punchier than on earlier work, with jumpy pop tales like “Pen and Paper,” breezy country-rockers like “Something Serious” and Beatles-like dramatic build-ups like “Overhead Projector.” The final cut, “Two Guns (And the Ashes of a Dead Man),” subtly returns to family history as an awkward spiritual source for romantic discomfort.

Present Herman Berlin features music recorded last year, but “it’s a solid picture of who the Spindles were for a couple of years—lots of instruments, really using our resources of friends with amazing talent,” says Coalmine, citing the presence of notable guests like Amber Lee on accordion, Muir Houghton on cello and banjo, Achilles Poloynis on trombone and original drummer Dan “Syd” Lindley on drums. The band’s core (Jamie Voss on bass, Henry Nagle on guitar and pedal steel, Sari Flowers on vocals and Jonathan Hughes on drums) have already begun recording more new material, and Coalmine reports that “the most current stuff is a little edgier, more streamlined and frothing with confidence.”

The Spindles appear with a smattering of local bands at the Handcar Regatta on Sunday, Sept. 28, at Santa Rosa’s Railroad Square. The event, billed as “an exposition of mechanical and artistic wonders,” runs from 9:30am to 6pm; music performances begin at 11:30am. Free. For more information, visit [ http://www.handcar-regatta.com/ ]www.handcar-regatta.com.


Grateful H’Burg

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09.17.08

In a world where shameless gourmands slake an unquenchable thirst with ultra-premium wine and where suckling pigs regularly roast over applewood-fired ovens, there’s a new kid in town. Move over, house-cured salumi and terrine of foie gras, and make room for house-made kimchee and live hempseed pesto. One restaurant, raw and uncooked, will turn a wine country town upside-down, and make it say what it’s grateful for.

To wit: The San Francisco-based raw food enterprise Cafe Gratitude is coming to Healdsburg. This, of course, is the raw foods restaurant that serves up an affirmation with each item on the diverse and well-planned menu: I am Generous (guacamole), I am Festive (taco salad), I am Succulent (grapefruit smoothie). While raw, vegan cuisine is an interesting addition to a gourmet ghetto that celebrates the cooking of locally raised livestock above all else, it may turn out that the emphasis on self-affirming abundance is hardly out of place.

Many newcomers make the mistake of assuming that the eatery’s groovy ambiance is a generically “hippie thing,” when it is actually part of a specifically philosophical franchise with its roots in the Landmark Forum, a personal empowerment seminar sometimes called “EST light,” that includes workshops and the Abounding River board game.

Cafe Gratitude occupies the streetside section of the Olive Leaf, a home and garden retail store. The interior is rustic and airy, with communal dining tables made of heavy, recycled doors under a high barnlike ceiling. An owl fluttering across the rafters now and then wouldn’t seem out of place. For the lunch crowd with an answer to, “What are you in a hurry for?” the cafe offers a takeout menu.

A brief survey of locals found that no one knew much about it, but were looking forward to meeting their new meatless neighbor. On the Saturday before opening, the restaurant appeared half-finished, and like it would require a herculean effort to bring things up to speed by the planned Sept. 17 opening. Perhaps there’s no limit to what the power live enzymes and positive thinking can do.

Cafe Gratitude, 206 Healdsburg Ave., Healdsburg. 707.723.4462.

McCarthy promises that the gathering will be just as sophisticated as any wine dinner, minus the fluff—and with a lot less stemware.

Chef McCarthy’s Brewmaster Dinners are held every other Tuesday at at Hopmonk Tavern, 230 Petaluma Ave., Sebastopol. 6:30pm. $45 per person. 707.829.7300.

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From the Mom Files

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09.17.08

Sarah Palin is nuts. And the Republicans are nuts for putting her on the ticket. She has a five-month-old kid with Down’s syndrome.

Why is no one writing about this? I have a special needs kid. I have two. Here’s what happens when you have a special needs kid. You are in shock. You love the kid. I loved my first one so much that even though there was something like an 80 percent chance of having another kid with autism, I had a second kid.

And guess what? The second kid had a different disability than the first. Amazing. Statistically phenomenal, really. But my point here is that I’m very qualified to tell you what it’s like to be a breadwinning mom of a five-month-old special needs kid. And it’s not just from my perspective. I am a magnet for breadwinner moms. When I write about this topic—being the breadwinner and having a special needs kid—women come out of the woodwork. They all say exactly what I’m telling you now: it’s insane. It’s insanely hard.

Here’s what’s insanely hard. You go through a mourning period. Don’t tell me about love and how everyone is different. Because everyone is the same about their kids. They love their kids no matter what, and they didn’t plan on having a special needs kid, no matter what. So you need time to adjust.

And here’s more I know from both statistics and first-hand experience: It’s nearly impossible to keep a marriage together with a special needs kid. And it’s nearly impossible to keep a marriage together when the husband quits his job to take care of the kids (which Palin’s husband just did). And Palin needs her marriage to stay together pretty badly right now.

Who will take care of the youngest member of the family? Certainly not the 17-year-old daughter who is pregnant with the newest kid. So the dad now has three teens at home and soon two kids under one year old at home, and one has special needs. This is not a reasonable job. For anyone.

I have a nanny, a house manager and a cleaning woman who actually shows up every day. I also have a job that allows me to leave at 2:30pm each day. It’s a compromise for me. Because every parent in the world has to compromise, and it’s fair to judge public figures on the choices they make.

It’s really hard to know where to compromise. Here’s what I was doing when my kid was five months old: I was at home. Hating it. Telling myself that I was not cut out to be at home. I was sort of a columnist and sort of a mom and sort of a psychopath. Because having a five-month-old with special needs is very, very hard. Not just learning to take care of the baby, but mentally coping.

Why is no one talking about this? The Republicans should dump Palin. She’s got too much responsibility at home.

Don’t tell me that this is not fair to women. Because you know what? People should have railed against John Edwards running for president when he had two young kids at home and a wife fighting cancer. Fine if she wants him to run for office while she fights the cancer. I get it. But I don’t get how the president of the United States was going to have time to console two school-age kids about their mom’s death while leading the country. It’s irresponsible.

I know it’s not cool to tell people how to parent. I know it’s not cool because every day someone asks me how I run my company when I have two young kids, and what they are really saying is “You suck as a parent.” It’s hard to hear every day, so I have empathy for the idea that everyone should shut up about how other people parent.

But it’s absurd how extreme these presidential wanna-be cases are. I don’t want someone in the White House who has kids at home who desperately need them. I don’t want to watch that scenario unfold on national TV. So at some point, it must be OK to speak up. At some point, we have to say that we have standards for parenting, and we want the community to uphold them.

 Penelope Trunk has launched new businesses for multinational corporations and founded two of her own companies.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.


Suds ‘N’ Supper

09.17.08

Wine enthusiasts and chefs have been feeding us the same old stodgy menu for centuries: reds with the meat and whites with the fish. Brewers and chefs, however, have only just met in the culinary sense, and, with the vast variety of colors and flavors in the microbrew scene, it’s shaping up to be a very exciting relationship.

At Hopmonk Tavern in Sebastopol, executive chef Lynn McCarthy is exploring the realm of brew-to-food pairing with a series of twice-monthly five-course beer dinners. Two such events have already been held in the last month, featuring New Belgium Brewing Company in late August and the Russian River Brewing Company in early September. The latter, says McCarthy, was a tough menu to create, given the oddly sour Belgian-style ales of Russian River—but that, she says, is the fun of working with craft beer.

     “In our area, with all the craft breweries we have, there are a lot of flavors that aren’t even in the books yet—anywhere—and it makes creating a menu to match them really interesting,” she says.

McCarthy is currently prepping for the next beer dinner, featuring Lagunitas Brewing Company on Tuesday, Sept. 23. McCarthy takes one of two approaches when designing dishes to accompany a beer; she either makes a dish to harmonize with the beer’s most prominent flavor or she makes one to complement it. For example, the Lagunitas dessert course will feature the Cappuccino Stout and a coffee crème brûlée with candied hazelnuts, a complementary relationship if every there were one. On the other hand, the entrée course, starring three vertical vintages of the super-strong Brown Shugga, will offer a spicy chicken-sausage-duck paella to cut through the relatively sweet beer—a harmonizing match.

McCarthy promises that the gathering will be just as sophisticated as any wine dinner, minus the fluff—and with a lot less stemware.

Chef McCarthy’s Brewmaster Dinners are held every other Tuesday at at Hopmonk Tavern, 230 Petaluma Ave., Sebastopol. 6:30pm. $45 per person. 707.829.7300.

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Fire On Ice

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09.17.08

Getting caught being brown hasn’t gotten any easier in the North Bay but a new lawsuit alleging racial profiling by the Immigration and Customs Enforement (ICE) and the Sonoma County Sheriff’s department may actually change constitutional law.

With a suit brought Sept. 4 by the ACLU of Northern California on behalf of three Sonoma County plaintiffs and the Committee for Immigrant Rights of Sonoma County (CIRSC), it appears that the big guns—or at least the big acronyms—are paying attention to the local sheriff department’s three-year collaboration with ICE.

“When local police act as immigration agents, they infringe on the fundamental rights of residents and create a climate of suspicion and fear that undermines public trust and public safety,” charges ACLU lead attorney Julia Harumi Mass.

Aiming to double up efforts, ICE agents often ride along with officers, being on the spot to detain a person who does not present adequate papers or has an outstanding warrant. As reported before in these pages, such sober reasoning does not always prevail. “They’re detaining them on the color of their skin or having given a Hispanic name to an officer or anyone who looks Latino when they drive past,” says Santa Rosa attorney Richard Coshnear, a member of the CIRSC. “Once detained, they may or may not have ID and turn them over to the ICE agent and the ICE agent develops probable cause for not being documented.”

Coshnear contacted several agencies about client cases he was defending in 2006, most of which involved area residents of Latino heritage being taken into custody for such minor infractions as cracked windshields and then held for days without being charged. 

 “Racial profiling is a large part of the case,” Coshnear explains. “Another part is what the ICE puts on people in the jail—called a detainer or a hold—is being used illegally. Congress has set up a scheme that when people are arrested without a warrant on suspicion of being in the U.S. without permission, that does not involve picking them up, say, on a Thursday, keeping them until Tuesday, and then taking them to someone to discover if they’re really legally here. That’s a denial of due process.”

And that touches upon the Fifth Amendment, which protects everyone in the U.S., including non-citizens, from being punished without due process of the law.

The ACLU spent months researching constitutional law regarding the ICE sweeps in the North Bay and holding community meetings to hear personal stories before agreeing to take the case. “We want to show that what ICE is doing here in Sonoma County and across the country is a violation of due process, which is constitutional law,” Coshnear says.


To Dye For

09.17.08

If the maxim “Do unto others” is extended to include the earth, it makes perfect sense that so many people, women particularly, regularly dye their hair. Perhaps this is our private way of commiserating. As we dump toxins into the earth’s rivers and oceans, so too shall we dump them onto our own scalps.

I often chastise myself for my hair-dyeing habit. Sometimes I go burgundy, sometimes black and most recently had dual highlights with brown and mocha tones. I don’t even “need” to dye my hair, as only recently have I begun to sport that tell-tale sign of necessity: gray. I dye my hair because it’s fun, because it’s cheaper, less painful and less morally suspect than cosmetic surgery, and because, quite simply,

I can.

I am not alone.

Women across the nation—and, yes, men too—flock to the dye shelf in their local drug store or, if they can afford it, to their local salon, dumping carcinogens into their bodies—and the waterways—at a rate so unprecedented one would think that gray hair were an affliction rather than a natural progression of life.

When I met Lorelei Witte of Dandelion Eco Salon at a photo shoot, we quite naturally started talking hair. Witte found her way to natural hair and body care early on in her career, when attending cosmetology school in her native state of Ohio. The process was excruciating for a chemically sensitive individual. Being surrounded by the burning aroma of chemicals day after day, hour after hour taught Witte all she needed to know about her future: working in a standard salon was not going to be an option.

Even if I am not the one having the treatment, I often leave the hair salon with a headache and burning sinuses. The last time I had my hair done, I had to hold a cold washcloth to my face to mop up the tears streaming from my burning eyes. Witte assures me that there are options out there, that less toxic products are coming on the market that can actually “lift,” or lighten, hair (most of the over-the-counter natural hair dyes only darken), and that salons which cater to people who want to get their hair cut without breathing in other customer’s toxic applications are cropping up, though sparingly, across the country.

The scalp is porous and sucks up hair color in the same way that skin soaks up lotion. Conflicting information abounds, with one product being touted as less toxic than the next, but there is little regulation. Ovarian cancer, rheumatoid arthritis and leukemia are diseases that can be traced to overexposure to environmental toxins, and for many women, their most consistent exposure is through the coloring of their hair.

I took a trip to Fairfax to have my hair done, more out of curiosity than need. I’d already decided to try and break myself of my hair color habit, but, like all true addicts, had convinced myself that one last time couldn’t possibly hurt. Witte and I picked out a couple of colors for my highlighting job from her EcoColors catalogue, and chatted hair. The toxins in hair dyes, Witte tells me, are not just the chemicals designed to set and lift, but the pigments as well. Darker colors, black specifically, are especially bad. Many hair colors contain toxic coal tar and an array of complexly named chemicals that carry a long list of devastating side effects along with them: monoethanolamine, ethanolamine, 4-methoxy-m-phenylenediamine (4-MMPD) and 4-MMPD sulphate.

First Witte washed my hair with John Masters’ all-natural and organic hair products, direct from his “clean air” salon in New York City. Next she applied the EcoColors, which Witte claims are as nontoxic as a hair dye can be while still being a hair dye. Witte applied the dye to my hair with a small brush, wrapping each layer of hair in foil, a laborious process that, for those who have never highlighted before, takes upwards of a couple of hours.

As Witte worked her magic, I was very aware of the surprisingly pleasant nature of the experience. My eyes were not burning, my sinuses were not on fire, I didn’t have the continuous reflexive desire to hold my breath. In fact, I was able to breathe, chat and relax, without once feeling pain in my temples, burning of the scalp or any of the host of negative side effects I have always accepted as “normal.” And the end result? Gorgeous.

 For more information on nontoxic hair color, contact Dandelion Eco Salon at 415.310.4238.


T.R.O.Y. Robert Steinberg

Dr. Robert Steinberg, co-founder of Scharffen Berger Chocolate Maker, died yesterday after a lengthy fight with lymphoma. He was a fine person and the best maker of chocolate I'll even know.I worked at the Scharffen Berger factory for a little less than two years. A week into my job there, I went to a party in San Francisco and...

Artist-on-Artist: Cartooning with Trevor Alixopulos and Alexis E. Fajardo

While working on my article about the Schulz Museum in this week's Bohemian, I had occasion to sit down with two excellent cartoonists, Trevor Alixopolus and Alexis Fajardo. I was there, ostensibly, to ask them questions about the museum’s guest cartoonist program; but as you’ll read below, what unfolded instead was a freewheeling chat between the two artists about...

Letters to the Editor

09.17.08From Cover to CoverI have to admit I was somewhat surprised when I read Sara Bir's article regarding the 10th anniversary party for Section M magazine ("F*ck Section M," Sept. 10) due to the amount of sheer bitterness and obvious personal distain that Bir has for the magazine. I don't know if she intended that to shine through, but...

Tortes and Tarts

09.17.08A bent kind of trifle, a semi-translatable parable about the hazards of getting along by going along, I Served the King of England is a Central European comedy about pandering, smiling subservience to whatever class is ruling. There is no malice to it. It's possible that some people, perhaps those who are deeply entrenched in a hospitality-industry training program, might...

The Community Organizer

09.17.08I spent entire parts of August avoiding talking with my mother about the song "Sticky Sweet Jesus," a moving new track by Santa Rosa's NORBAY-nominated indie rockers the Spindles. "What does that song mean?" she'd keep asking me, and I'd keep answering, "I'm still trying to figure it out." Sure, it was partly an excuse for not wanting to offend...

Grateful H’Burg

09.17.08In a world where shameless gourmands slake an unquenchable thirst with ultra-premium wine and where suckling pigs regularly roast over applewood-fired ovens, there's a new kid in town. Move over, house-cured salumi and terrine of foie gras, and make room for house-made kimchee and live hempseed pesto. One restaurant, raw and uncooked, will turn a wine country town upside-down,...

From the Mom Files

09.17.08Sarah Palin is nuts. And the Republicans are nuts for putting her on the ticket. She has a five-month-old kid with Down's syndrome.Why is no one writing about this? I have a special needs kid. I have two. Here's what happens when you have a special needs kid. You are in shock. You love the kid. I loved my...

Suds ‘N’ Supper

09.17.08Wine enthusiasts and chefs have been feeding us the same old stodgy menu for centuries: reds with the meat and whites with the fish. Brewers and chefs, however, have only just met in the culinary sense, and, with the vast variety of colors and flavors in the microbrew scene, it's shaping up to be a very exciting relationship. At...

Fire On Ice

09.17.08 Getting caught being brown hasn't gotten any easier in the North Bay but a new lawsuit alleging racial profiling by the Immigration and Customs Enforement (ICE) and the Sonoma County Sheriff's department may actually change constitutional law.With a suit brought Sept. 4 by the ACLU of Northern California on behalf of three Sonoma County plaintiffs and the Committee for...

To Dye For

09.17.08If the maxim "Do unto others" is extended to include the earth, it makes perfect sense that so many people, women particularly, regularly dye their hair. Perhaps this is our private way of commiserating. As we dump toxins into the earth's rivers and oceans, so too shall we dump them onto our own scalps. I often chastise myself for...
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