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Last summer, I spent several enjoyable evenings after work sipping an inexpensive red wine while reading an old paperback copy of Jane Holtz Kay’s Asphalt Nation. The 2004 La Provençale was everything I wanted in a Rhône-style blend: deep-hued and supple, an experience of silken texture enveloping hints of leather, spice and dried fruit. Like a late summer evening, it was perfect for the moment and faded after a day. Perhaps it’s fitting to Kay’s 1998 critique of the failings of our overbuilt car culture that I review this winery without driving anywhere. Jade Mountain not only has no tasting room, but it has no winery. The more I investigated, the more the mystery of Jade Mountain deepened.

San Francisco lawyer and wine enthusiast Jim Paras founded Jade Mountain in the 1980s. He planted his Paras Vineyard with Syrah, Mourvèdre, Grenache and Viognier, hoping to equal the best of the Rhône. At 10,000 cases, the successful cult winery outgrew his desire to market it, and Paras sold to the Chalone group, which was in turn absorbed by Diageo.

Through the munificence of the wine and spirits giant, I arranged to sample a few of Jade Mountain’s current releases. The question: How do the different components add up to that blend which afforded me such pleasure a summer ago?

The 2005 Evangelo Vineyard Mourvèdre ($16) comes from 100-year-old vines in Contra Costa County. It’s deeply colored, with aromas of plum, jerky and a slice of fruitcake. Full-bodied, thick on the tongue, there’s a candy plum sucker spike of heat midpalate. Black cherry dominates with some air, but the tobacco-leaf finish is somewhat bitter. It could use blending.

The 2005 Lake County Snows Lake Vineyard Syrah ($15) opens up slowly to black cherry, spice cake and papaya. Charred ruby in hue, this voluptuous brunette of a wine has a big, viscous mouth feel of plush tannin. It’s big and bold, yet what a great blending mate for . . . their 2004 Napa County Syrah ($25). With a gorgeous, sweet blackberry conserve and blueberries, this Syrah is still light, soft, with more flavor than structure. Finally, the 2005 La Provençale ($15) is a nearly opaque dark ruby, with medium body. Like the 2004, aromas are hard to pick out–black licorice maybe, plum–but the broad, warm sensation lingers on the tongue. Black cherry dominates a subsequent glass, suggesting the prevalence of the Mourvèdre.

The last secret that I discovered is that the Paras Vineyard grapes are no longer sourced for Jade Mountain. Still, it’s a tremendous value at a few of my favorite wine shops ($14-$17), and otherwise available, according to Diageo, at mysteriously “select” Whole Foods and Mollie Stone’s–or wherever it turns up next, a ghost in the machine.

Jade Mountain Vineyard, www.jademountainvineyard.com.



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08.27.08

Am I Blue!

Recently inspired by one of Obama’s speeches? Ready to shake the dust off of stale American dreams and facilitate a movement toward new progressive politics? Friend, you are in luck. Two Democratic Party headquarters open this week in the North Bay, providing festivities and a small slice of the fun the rest of them are having in Denver.

“The Obama campaign has produced a great deal of enthusiasm in the county,” says Stephen Gale, chair of the Sonoma County Democratic Central Committee, whose new Santa Rosa digs open Aug. 31. “This provides an opportunity for people to meet some of the delegates as they’re coming back from the convention and share in the excitement.”

A surge of Hispanic voters and those in the 18 to 20 age group is bringing fresh minds and voices into the action. “We’re eager to see these new voters join us and allow them to see and hear people who have similar values,” Gale says. His message for young voters is that “they can make a difference. In this election they will make a difference. We hope this is the start for young voters to be involved for the rest of their lives in politics.”

Nowhere near Santa Rosa? Fear not. Just three days before, on Aug. 28, the Democrats of Napa Valley headquarters celebrate the reopening of their headquarters, with music from DJ Rotten Robbie, food and wine. Both openings are free to the public.

“Here is a message of hope, and a hope that there will be a change in America,” says Gale.

“A lot of people after the Vietnam War have really dropped out of politics. We’re hoping that this message of hope will last long after the election of Barack Obama and be a start of a new century.”

The 2008 Campaign Headquarters in Santa Rosa is located at 701 Second St. The grand opening party, featuring free refreshments and speeches by Lynn Woolsey, Pat Wiggins and Mark Leno, among others, is slated for Sunday, Aug. 31, from 2pm to 4pm. Free. 707.575.3029. www.sonomademocrats.org.

The Democrats of Napa Valley Headquarters host a grand reopening on Thursday, Aug. 28, from 5pm. 1015 Coombs Plaza, Napa. Free. 707.257.1208.

And there to serve you, even if “serving” doesn’t mean free food and parties, the Marin Democrats office is located at 1344 Fourth St., San Rafael. Current hours are limited; call ahead at 415.455.5400 or visit [ http:-/www.marindemocrats.org- ]www.marindemocrats.org.


Vox Populi

08.27.08

Less than 10 percent of American news is internationally focused, and much of this percentage emphasizes war and violence. Women’s voices are grossly ignored, although in many circumstances, women have offered real alternatives to violent conflict. Longtime Sonoma County resident Stephanie Guyer-Stevens has met these women, heard their stories and started an organization that makes their courage, innovation and ideas available to the rest of the world. Her Outer Voices is a nonprofit organization that creates audio profiles of female activists in the Pacific Islands and Asian Pacific Rim. It is based on the belief that women in the developing world bring significant but often unacknowledged social change to their villages, towns and nations.

In a world torn with violence and misunderstanding, organizations like Outer Voices offer the possibility to reconnect with hope and courage, facilitating the chance to make a difference. Stevens chose radio to highlight these stories because she felt that it is hard to learn from events when the means for change are never discussed.

Anyone can tune into a station in America and hear a programmer’s perspective on some distant conflict, gossip that the listener can pass on as if human lives were never lost. The difference is in Outer Voices, which documents the work of female activists and showcases the evolution of their ideas, proving that change is possible. Each piece provides an invaluable perspective rarely found in media today, the source and motivation behind real social change.

As she began her training in radio, Stevens discovered that the best way for an amateur to become successful was to find the most highly qualified team, and to learn from them. Her friend Susan Davis, senior producer of National Public Radio’s Talk of the Nation, introduced her to NPR’s Art Silverman, who spent a week with Stevens in Washington, D.C., teaching her the fundamentals of identifying and broadcasting a story through sound.

When she returned home, Stevens met sound engineer Robin Wise, who trained her in recording techniques and the proper use of a microphone. She also introduced her to Catherine Stifter, and the two of them became audio and script editors for the first piece, “The Hula Lesson.”

For three days, Stevens stayed at Roselle Bailey’s halau in Kauai, recording ancient chants, as well as conversations and personal stories of the diverse group of internationally known dancers who meet at the halau every year to learn and dance. Claire Schoen, Outer Voices‘ editor and an independent radio producer, recounts, “I have had a real luxury being able to listen on another part of the world. [Outer Voices] has allowed me to be an armchair traveler.”

After identifying a story through the hula recordings, Stevens, Wise, Schoen and Jack Chance, Outer Voices producer and sound recordist and executive producer of Mountain Music Project, began to draft the hour-long broadcast. As Schoen describes, “It was a three-tiered editing process. We would send it back and forth to each other to create a working script, and Robin would rough out the audio in a series of drafts–a very different way of working.”

Through each successive piece, Stevens and her team developed this same technique to create four unabridged hour-long broadcasts. Each story is presented in this format to limit interviewer commentary, allowing the women to tell their own stories. Unlike mainstream-media techniques, this humanizes global conflict and activism, making solvency more tangible. Altogether, Outer Voices has produced four audio broadcasts. In addition to “The Hula Lesson,” they have created “Girls from Cambodia,” “Kawthoolei” (Burma), “Story of Lata” (Solomon Islands) and a fifth piece on Vietnam and Laos, which is due for release in 2009.

Board of directors chair Christopher Szecsey says, “The mission of Outer Voices is critical–to promote women’s rights, which are human rights, by identifying emerging and successful women leaders in the developing world, by giving them a voice in the Western world, especially through its media.”

Outer Voices exists to help these women be heard, so their unique methods can continue to make a difference. Daw Aung San Suu Kyi, Nobel Prize winner and elected president of Burma, best summarized the relationship between women and conflict by once saying, “To the best of my knowledge, no war was ever started by women, but it is women and children who have always suffered most in situations of conflict.”

Seeing their communities suffer, women have embraced the power of social change, growing from nurturers of the home to nurturers of justice. Stephanie Guyer-Stevens and her extraordinary team facilitate the global spread of their innovative ideas to influence the global community towards positive social change.

To learn more about ‘Outer Voices,’ go to www.outervoices.org. 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.


A New Crop

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08.27.08

Plant Family: This detail of a large group photo shows Plant Studio staffers in happier days.

Following the closure of Mill Valley’s Village Music and the relocation of the Sweetwater Saloon, the latest casualty in the ongoing death of Marin’s musical history is the Plant Studios in idyllic Sausalito. Countless classic albums have been recorded or mixed there, from Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours and Stevie Wonder’s Songs in the Key of Life to records from such local luminaries as Santana, Too $hort, Primus, Journey and Metallica. Prince, Van Morrison, Mariah Carey and Bob Marley recorded there. Even a young Beyoncé logged her first studio time at the Plant.

But on April 1 of this year, the Plant had to close its doors.

“I first stepped into the Plant as an artist to record an album in 2000,” says Mari Tamburo, studio manager and wife of studio owner Arne Frager. “This year would’ve been his 20th.” Unfortunately, Frager, like most business owners, did not own the studio’s property itself, which was sold in 2005 and went into foreclosure earlier this year, forcing the staff to vacate after sessions with young piano rock band the Fray. “Most of the equipment is now in storage,” Tamburo laments. “I don’t really know what the current property manager’s plans are for it.”

This was quite an abrupt ending for the studio that just a year ago offered tours of its storied facilities for $100 a pop. But never underestimate Marin County property values for their power to accentuate nonregional crises–even the decline of the music industry. “It’s been the last eight years,” Tamburo says of the gradual drop in demand. “We started to see slashing of the record company budgets for studio time, so the artists who used to come have built their own studios, like Dave Matthews [who recorded 2002’s Busted Stuff at the Plant].”

Tamburo’s nonprofit A Vehicle for Change initiated an online petition to raise awareness–and funds–for the Plant’s next era. “The petition is up to 589 signatures right now, with no support from the press,” she reports. “It will hopefully discourage developers from bidding for the property.”

Some people, though, are celebrating the closing of such high-end studios, which they see as just another problem with the exploitative record-industry machine, where novice artists incur huge costs and hope their release recoups enough for them to break even. “I completely agree in some ways,” Tamburo says, “but the whole time Arnie was there, he was developing new local talent. There have been quite a few bands that received services at a discount, and local producers and engineers had access to this world-class facility for very little money.”

Case in point is Santa Barbara’s Thriving Ivory, whose new album was produced at the Plant by Chris Manning, a Frager protégé. “It is the only place of its kind to learn how to make hit records,” Manning writes on the petition. “Recording schools can’t teach you this; only assisting the pros in a world-class studio can. The Plant is where it starts.”

Tamburo’s goal, if and when enough funds are raised to actually buy the property, is to make it sustainable, eco-friendly and to formalize the philanthropic practices of the Plant, which has also donated studio time to organizations like Youth in Arts. “Think of Sundance Institute, how they develop new filmmakers,” she says excitedly. “The facility, with the right team, can continue to provide a much-needed service to the community.”

A scheduled July auction of the property was postponed until the end of this month, prolonging their chances. If Tamburo succeeds, though, she will definitely learn from the past. “It’s not to preserve the old ways; it’s to build a collaborative, creative community of social conscience,” she says. “We want to build ‘the new model of the music industry,’ one that is fair to the artists, where the dollars are more evenly distributed amongst those who are making music, and those who help them make it.”

While she admits that the Plant was slow to embrace recording programs like ProTools and that, in an era of widely accessible software, it can offer little extra to the modern-day musician in terms of technology, Tamburo believes the studio process itself is irreplaceable. “While artists now have more creative control with new digital technology, it achieves its best results when combined with skill and talent,” she says of her expert staff. “A spontaneous interactive experience for musicians–this is what the Plant can give to that next generation.

“It’s magic that’s flying in the air, captured by a professional.”

 For news and links to the online petition, see [ http://www.plantstudios.com/ ]www.plantstudios.com.


Sound Savants

08.27.08

Back in 2002, on the very first anniversary of the 9-11 attacks, KPFA 94.1-FM radio in Berkeley launched Guns and Butter, a locally produced, regionally broadcast weekly show that is possibly progressive radio’s most subversive. The program features muckraking intelligentsia from the fringe looking in and those from the geopolitical eye of the storm looking out. It’s The X-Files for real–minus any little green men.

Guns and Butter’s impeccably produced interviews showcase hard-nosed investigators digging deep, revealing unsanctioned truths about the power elite, along with legal experts making the case for corporate criminal prosecutions and administration impeachments. Shows have highlighted urban squatters, human rights advocates and crusading sinners turned saints, to name but a few.

The phrase “guns and butter,” says host Bonnie Faulkner, often pops up in the business section of newspapers. “Lyndon Johnson was running a ‘guns and butter’ war in Vietnam. He was both conducting a military war, but also a war on poverty.”

Guns and Butter the show gives voice to whistleblowers, disenchanted military insiders and former high-level spooks, and to radical economists, pit-bull researchers and geopolitical wunderkinds. The program is all about money, powerful establishment baddies, plots, schemes and Cassandras. Subject matter ranges from the dangers threatening our democracy to connections between capitalism and environmental destruction; from revelations of unprecedented graft, greed, banal cabals and gruesome conspiracies to buried histories, assassinations, false flag warfare and the apocalyptic tendencies of Americans intent to chug-a-lug whatever Kool-Aid their masters pour them.

In short, Guns and Butter attempts to bring to light what the world’s elite strive to keep hidden in the shadows. The program pointedly covers issues that career-cowed mainstream and even most nonmainstream broadcast media people flat-out can’t or simply refuse to touch. And it all started off, innocently enough, as a show about economics.

In April of 2001, North Bay resident Bonnie Faulkner entered the KPFA news-training program as an unpaid volunteer field news reporter. KPFA is the original flagship of the five-station Pacifica Radio Network, and the only “public” broadcaster in the nation with a heavyweight 59,000-watt signal located on the commercial side of the dial.

Faulkner was a field reporter for the news department when 9-11 struck. KPFA went to special programming, and Faulkner ended up with airtime.

Faulkner’s activist interests began in her student days at UC Irvine, during the Vietnam War. Sometime after moving to Sonoma County, she became a community volunteer for Project Censored, the internationally esteemed media-tracking program housed at Sonoma State University and spearheaded by sociology professor Peter Philips.

Faulkner’s introduction to radio broadcasting came about when, while still a Project Censored volunteer, grant money for a monthly public affairs radio program became available. She pitched in to help launch the show For the Record, featuring local radio host Pat Thurston. Faulkner’s first taste of radio work was as a segment producer for that show. This led to taking media classes at SRJC with Ed LaFrance, where she met Yarrow Mahko, who would eventually become Faulkner’s co-producer of Guns and Butter.

While most shows consist of pre-recorded interviews or the occasional lecture, “the format focuses on analysis, deep politics,” Faulkner stresses, adding, “the underlying analysis of complex issues”

While the show has gained a devoted following, today–some six years and more than 150 programs since its launch–it’s still being produced entirely out of the producers’ own pocketbooks. “It’s a labor of love,” Faulkner says, though with the help of additional volunteers it’s not hard to imagine the show gaining a nationwide audience, and perhaps even managing to pay a few bills for the producers’ efforts.

Guns and Butter takes us where few shows dare, not with sensational awe, but with crystal clear, impeccably produced programs, charging the intellect and, as rock’s most famous ode to reasoned paranoia and the show’s own theme song insists, “Something’s happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.”

  ‘Guns and Butter’ is broadcast Wednesdays at 1pm. The show’s six-year anniversary and the fourth annual ‘9-11 Film Festival’ coincide with Bonnie Faulkner as host on Thursday, Sept. 11, at Oakland’s Grand Lake Theater. 3200 Grand Ave., Oakland. Noon to 11pm. 510.452.3556.


The Big Interrupt

08.27.08

Image as Metaphor: It’s probably best that we don’t have Scary Guy’s photo.

I have no interest in associating myself with those who think of themselves as the so-called norm,” says Peter Tscherneff, absently examining a slightly withered cactus he’s been working to keep alive. “Because they, the ‘normal’ people, are in so many ways the ones who are actually out of touch with their true selves. Whenever I point this out, it’s those people who get upset. The so-called normal people don’t like me all that much.”

That, as they say, is an understatement.

Peter Alexander Tscherneff is arguably one of the most unpopular people in the North Bay–though most of the people who feel that way don’t even know his name. His face, however, is enough to start phones ringing and security guards scrambling whenever Tscherneff appears at the door or onstage, as happened last May at SRJC’s Day Under the Oaks when he strode onto the little outdoor stage to deliver one of his infamous speeches and was arrested.

To most folks–especially those who’ve encountered Tscherneff at city council meetings, farmers markets, concerts, outdoor festivals, graduations, protests and random public forums–he is known as “the Interrupter.” Others, those who’ve taken the time to read his flyers filled with politically charged, rhyming poetry and festooned with photos and the ever-present reproductions of “Peanuts” characters, or have gone so far as to actually engage him in one-on-one conversation, know him to be charming, smart, articulate, funny–even somewhat likable. To those who’ve tried to sort out his dense, convoluted tirades and broadsides, he is the Vegan Guy, the General Strike Guy, the Free Leonard Peltier Guy, the Antiwar Guy, the Government Mind-Control Guy.

And to those who’ve listened to or read his dense, disturbing, multipage manifestos on child abduction and Satanism–in which Tscherneff claims to be an escapee from a military brainwashing experiment that once, under the direction of Joseph Mengele in disguise as an East Bay psychiatrist, programmed him to kidnap children and deliver them to the Bohemian Grove for ritual sacrifice at the hands of people like George Bush Sr.–he’s the Scary Guy.

Ask Tscherneff to describe himself, and he has his own list of descriptive nicknames: Sonoma County’s Manure-Disturbing Poet Provocateur, Tree Hugging Animal “Rites” Activist and sometimes merely Cactus Pete, the latter referring to his 10-years of growing cactuses on the small plot of land in Northern Petaluma where he has agreed to be interviewed this morning.

“It’d be cool just to stay here taking care of my plants, maybe write three or four hours a day,” says Tscherneff, who describes his residence status as “basically homeless.” Given the time, he says he’d love to write a series of children’s books called The Adventures of Pedro the Purple Turtle. But despite the hopes and dreams of those in the community who wish Tscherneff would stay on his cactus patch tending his yuccas, Cactus Pete isn’t planning to take a break anytime soon. “I have too much work to do,” he says.

That “work” frequently lands him in jail. He’s still wending his way through the courts following the May incident at the JC and another in Berkeley where he was arrested during a UC tree sitters’ rally. One has to wonder, with so much public dislike and legal trouble resulting from such actions, why does the guy keep doing it? Tscherneff has a complex, and characteristically rambling, explanation.

 “Why do I do what I do?” he asks. “(A) Because it is given to me to do it; (b) because no one else is doing it; and (c) I take very seriously the lessons of Gandhi and King. I take very seriously the true walk of the radical carpenter Jeshua, who was a vegetarian, by the way. I take very seriously the pain I sense and feel all around us. I would say that I’ve been given this task by the creator, and I am spiritually instructed to do as I do, and that in accordance to a lot of teachings from a lot of religions people are also instructed to do certain things, and I find most people disregard these things or are confused.

“When the simplest thing the Carpenter talked about was our involvement in mammon or the choice between serving mammon or serving the living God. And mammon is greed, and that’s the god this nation has been under. And the animal-flesh industry is based on greed, torture and murder, pure and simple.”

Asked, finally, if he himself thinks he’s crazy, Tscherneff laughs.

“Look around at the world,” he says. “Look at the people going to church as they pass by the homeless, obediently paying taxes to allow George to maintain his own insanity, judging the veterans, people who put their lives on the line and are now on the streets, spiritually broken. To me, that’s crazy.

“As for myself,” he says, “Let’s just say I prefer the term ‘spiritually enhanced.'”


Tales of the Grove

08.27.08

Ritual: This 1906 image gives a whiff of creep.

 A looming, 40-foot-high statue of an owl. Men prancing naked in the woods. Bonfires. Pagan rituals. Child sacrifice. Secret underground caverns. Sex slaves. Satan’s bid to rule the world, with national and international leaders as his leering, eager pawns.

Sound like the convoluted plot devices of a bad horror movie? Nope, just a few of the deliciously outrageous rumors swirling around San Francisco’s high-powered Bohemian Club and its Bohemian Grove, 2,700 acres of forested beauty nestled along the Russian River near Monte Rio.

The Grove is home to the club’s annual summertime encampment of rich and influential men who gather each July to drink and act goofy in the woods with likeminded males. Presidents, former presidents and future presidents mingle with multinational CEOs and CFOs; military contractors get cozily drunk with admirals and generals; corporate executives share dirty jokes with government pooh-bahs and Supreme Court justices–and they all come together for the afternoon Lakeside Talks about such party-hearty themes as nuclear power and global economics.

It’s an odd blend of summer camp and cigar-filled back room. The Bohemian Club insists on complete privacy, which creates an air of mystery that adds spice to the juicy rumors. The club says the annual event is simply high-stress movers and shakers relaxing together with corny rituals and silly skits–just guys having fun.

But conspiracy theorists have a field day with the tidbits that leak out: the annual Cremation of Care ceremony at the foot of the 40-foot owl; comic skits performed by men in drag; drunken campers peeing copiously at the base of 1,000-year-old redwood trees; and claims that prostitutes do brisk business just outside the camp boundaries. From such details rise charges of debauchery, collusion with evil, and Satanism.

Some less sensational critics warn that these outrageous accusations deflect attention from genuine concerns about how the club is managing its property and how connections crafted during the boozy goings-on shape this nation’s future.

A fourth-generation Bohemian Club member, John Hooper resigned from the club in 2004 in opposition to plans to cut down more than a million board-feet of timber on the property each year. As explained before in these pages (July 4, 2007), the Bohemian Club is asking the state to allow it to log more than a million board-feet of timber on its property in perpetuity by filing only routine paperwork.

Hooper says the Grove contains the largest stretch of old-growth redwoods left on the lower Russian River, twice the amount of ancient trees located just upstream in the Armstrong Redwoods State Reserve.

“It’s ecologically a very important area along the river,” Hooper says.

While many focus on what happens inside the Grove, it’s important to understand the impacts on the outside world, asserts Mary Moore, who cofounded the Bohemian Grove Action Network and organized protests outside the Grove from 1980 to 2006.

The Bohemian encampments, Moore asserts, bring together the cream of this nation’s military, government, corporate and financial circles. In the Lakeside Talks, they’re shaping the future of this country. “It’s like your ultimate back room on steroids. It’s ruling-class bonding, where they cut deals.”

Moore doesn’t care if the campers dress in drag or if hookers are available. “What I care about is the Lakeside Talks and what they’re doing to the outside world as opposed to all this alleged stuff about their cavorting.”

A quick Google of “Bohemian Grove” returns a potpourri of facts and conjectures.

Fact: the Bohemian Club is a private, all-male club founded in 1872. It’s evolved into an association of rich and powerful men. They admit few outsiders into their camp, only carefully selected guests.

Highly questionable conjecture: Alex Jones, who created the film Dark Secrets: Inside the Bohemian Grove and its sequel The Order of Death, calls the Grove campers “the most powerful cabal on the planet.” Another website proclaims, “Your presidents perform annual child sacrifice to Molech Lucifer Satan at Jewish Bohemian Grove homosexual nudist compound in Monte Rio.”

These charges are scandalous, delightfully scary–and entirely irrelevant, Moore says.

“All you have to do is read those Lakeside Talks and you get scared enough,” she says. “Why do we need to invent stuff?”

 To learn more about proposed Grove logging, go to [ http:-/www.savebohemiangrove.org- ]www.savebohemiangrove.org.


Liquid Legacy

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08.27.08

Drink up: In the North Bay, only Marin County’s water is fluoridated.

Fluoridation is the most monstrously conceived and dangerous communist plot we have ever had to face.

–Brig. Gen. Jack D. Ripper, Dr. Strangelove 

Gen. Ripper may have been wholly convinced of the communist’s plan to “sap and impurify” the “precious bodily fluids” of the American people with fluoridated water, but the truth about “the fluoride risk” still seems a little foggy all these years later.

While normally associated with the communism scare of the 1950s, all the fuss about public-water fluoridation is making a quiet and sneaky comeback in the public sphere. A staggering number of articles linking fluoride dispensation in public drinking water to a bevy of complications–scientific censorship, cancer, chemical overexposure and dental damage–appear in major publications like The Wall Street Journal and The Washington Post every few years. Are all of these scientists, doctors and researchers on to something, or is this a case of complete quackery?

Sonoma County Water Agency public information officer Brad Sherwood sees nothing to fear in wine country’s favorite thirst quencher.

“Our water is pumped from the Russian River, so it’s very clean and needs very little treatment,” he says. “People call up all the time asking if it’s safe to drink the tap water. What people need to realize is that we’re fairly lucky to have such a pure water source. The tap water [here] is cleaner than bottled water.”

Currently, Marin County is the only region in the North Bay fluoridating its water. In fact, in Napa Valley’s 2007 Drinking Water Quality Report, fluoride wasn’t even included on the list of contaminants. Rather, it was aluminum that was the primary inorganic contaminant found, at a minimal .005 ppm (milligrams per liter). The maximum contaminant level goal for aluminum is 0.6, below which there is no known or expected risk to health. Other compounds include a catch-all of everyday minerals–chloride, sulfate, boron, vanadium, sodium and chlorine–that reside far below the level considered dangerous.

Plus, it seems those commies aren’t the ones who are dumping the substances in the pipes after all. Most, if not all, of the contaminants are listed as a result of runoff, erosion, seawater or a naturally occurring presence in ground and surface water. If anything, most water poisoning, like lead poisoning, comes from a house’s pipes, not the water that flows through them.

 Do I look all rancid and clotted? You look at me, Jack. Eh? Look, eh? And I drink a lot of water, you know. I’m what you might call a water man, Jack–that’s what I am. And I can swear to you, my boy, swear to you, that there’s nothing wrong with my bodily fluids. Not a thing, Jackie.

–Capt. Lionel Mandrake

 Jason Mitchell, a chemist at the Marin water treatment plant, sees the hype over fluoridation as little more than that–hype. After being presented through a voter referendum twice and passed both times, fluoridation of Marin’s waters has become routine.

“It’s a really hot topic right now, but I think people are wasting their time worrying about it,” Mitchell says. “Realistically, there just isn’t enough fluoride in the water to be a hazard.”

Not only is the amount almost unnoticeable, Mitchell says there is more danger in everyday human functions, like breathing, than in drinking tap water.

“If you drink a cup of black tea, there’s five times the amount of fluoride in that than one liter of drinking water,” he says. “Standing at the pump, filling your gas tank, you inhale 10 times the amount of chemicals you drink in your lifetime. And that’s only in a few minutes.”

Moderation is key, Mitchell continues, and adds that, either way, too much water can kill you and not enough chemicals in municipal water to keep it clean can kill you. The water flowing through Marin currently only carries less than one-tenth of the level of fluoride deemed dangerous.

So what exactly comes flowing out of the faucet besides fluoride? In the case of the North Bay’s water supply, zinc phosphate is added for erosion control of the pipes, acids and bases go in to balance out the pH of the water, and in some cases, chlorine is added to keep the water pure and clean as it rushes through the city’s pipes.

“[Fluoridation] seems like an odd thing to do as a water agency, I’ll admit,” Mitchell says. “We have a list of chemicals we use, and the primary reason is to remove and keep contaminants out of the water supply. Fluoride doesn’t do that at all. It’s the only one that is for public health reasons.”

A health reason like stronger, cavity-free teeth doesn’t seem to be a good enough reason for taxpayers to add even the smallest amount of fluoride in cities around Sonoma County quite yet.

“Our board of directors has directed us to work with the county department of health to talk about potential fluoridation,” Sherwood says. “One of the factors involved with our water system is the fact that we serve several cities and not all cities want fluoridation, so we would need to get approval from all of them.”

 

But if Gen. Ripper’s theory proves true for the North Bay, water might not be the only threat lurking.

 Mandrake, do you realize that in addition to fluoridating water, why, there are studies underway to fluoridate salt, flour, fruit juices, soup, sugar, milk . . . ice cream. Ice cream, Mandrake! Children’s ice cream!

 We’ll take our chances on that one.

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First Bite

08.27.08

Editor’s note: First Bite is a new concept in restaurant writing. This is not a go-three-times, try-everything-on-the-menu report; rather, this is a quick snapshot of a single experience. We invite you to come along with our writers as they–informed, intelligent eaters like yourselves–have a simple meal at an area restaurant, just like you do.

Anchoring the northern reach of Petaluma’s chicken town moderne Theater District, Graffiti looks like it could be a pricey, trendy and fancy-pants kind of place with an outsized menu and preciously arranged platings. Yet on both first and second bites both indoors and out, Graffiti showed well.

Graffiti boasts a comfortably dim dining room that’s partitioned from the bar with bamboo-motif glass screens. At the bar, lingering after-workers knocked back scotch and contemplated a flat-screen TV. Service is no more or less than cordial and efficient, and I like that. The selection of tapas makes Graffiti a likely rendezvous spot for light bites and drinks. With seared porcini tofu ($7) and risotto-stuffed baby pumpkin ($8), for example, it’s generous to vegetarians.

I sampled a flight of three soups ($7): vibrant red, cool gazpacho; meaty and none-too-milky clam chowder; and creamy, spicy roasted artichoke. The caesar salad ($7) was a deconstructionist paean: a crostini idled on the side, a parmigiano-reggiano crisp leaned against a big romaine wedge, draped with a filleted anchovy like a trophy deer over the hood of a Buick. Sure, it’s a conversation piece, but perfectly edible.

A small plate of black pepper ravioli ($9) with artichoke heart stuffing, mushroom duxelle and mascarpone cheese over buerre blanc proved to be rich and delicious. Though liquid smoke infused the stacked planks of crispy polenta ($8) with marinara and wild mushrooms, this high-end happy hour snack was addictive. The otherwise excellent cheese course ($14) could stand to lose the baby mozzarella. Crab cakes ($11) arrived on a visually appealing platter diagonally bifurcated by hues of sauce, and were heavy on crab, not filler. I tucked-in con gusto.

On Sunday, we found a more casual crowd on the riverside terrace under jiblike sunshades, enjoying a live jazz band.

Graffiti’s wine list is better by the bottle than by the glass. My friend’s ultradry Sangiovese was not technically flawed, just singularly inappropriate for sipping, and our server swapped it out with no fuss whatsoever.

 

Both soup and salad may be added to any entrée ($6), pan-seared halibut ($10) and sundry other sea creatures to any salad. We enjoyed tri-pepper seared salmon ($19) served atop a pile of impossibly long zucchini “ribbons” with forbidden rice, shoyu and shiso. The warmth of the evening was holding, so I wasn’t feeling like a heavy filet mignon ($27) or, geez, stuffed pheasant ($26). I figured that pizzetta with grilled ribeye ($14) presented some risk of being overlooked, tough and dry–making for a good test. The small cubes of steak-on-a-‘za were medium and tender, the smoky grilled flavor melding well with red and yellow peppers, onion, wild mushroom and Jarlsberg cheese. I don’t care what they say about it on Yelp.com, Graffiti did all right by me.

Graffiti, 101 Second St., Petaluma. Open for lunch and dinner daily. 707.765.4567.


Quick-and-dirty dashes through North Bay restaurants. These aren’t your standard “bring five friends and order everything on the menu” dining reviews.

Down the 9-11 Rabbit Hole

08.27.08

Pet Goat: President Bush listens to Andrew Card inform him of the 9-11 attacks.

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

–Alice, from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland 

We’re hurtling down the rabbit hole. Gravity’s refuted. Black is white, and white turns bitter, transfigured by a mawkish Mad Hatter blithely chewing up our Constitution, juggling missile-shaped teacups, splashing sweet, light crude and cold blood everywhere. To anyone who’s passed through the last eight years believing whatever George W. Bush and his minions have blown their way, well, best of luck to you, because most of it hasn’t been true.

Does that mean, then, that W. and his cronies were behind the 9-11 attacks? Of course not. Some say, however, if it looks, waddles and quacks like a duck and lays duck eggs, then perhaps it’s time we re-examine it under oath, because it just might be a friggin’ duck. (Fact: Nixon White House audiotapes reveal Tricky Dick literally quacking like a duck. Nixon was a lot of things, but ducky wasn’t one of them.)

 We’re all mad here.

–the Cheshire Cat

 Ken Jenkins, a Marin-based videographer, electrical engineer and activist with the 9-11 Truth group, tells of one who responded to certain provocative conjecture with “I wouldn’t believe it–even if it were true.” It, of course, is the widely held and yet wildly contentious belief that elements within our own government bear responsibility for the attacks of Sept. 11, 2001; and that the 596 pages of the official 9-11 Commission Report comprise lies, half-truths and intentional omissions. Like the rift between those who detected a foul stench behind the Warren Commission’s report on JFK’s assassination and those who believe that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone, deeply held 9-11 beliefs place Americans at increasing loggerheads with one another.

Mainstream media and not a few on both sides of the political divide condemn, belittle and ridicule conspiracy theorists, who, in turn, have graced their own movement with the weighty word “Truth.” And, just like backers of the official account, the “Truthers” boast vast legions of supporters from across the doctrinaire landscape.

Each side contains its sober thinkers, its celebrities, rational researchers, experts, well-meaning patriots, rabid supporters and total nutballs. Bizarre and contradictory political alliances abound. Reams of paper, books, reports, magazine articles; ceilinged stacks of film and video documentaries; and tens of thousands of blogs and websites–one source contends there are more than 600,000–vie for our attention, proving this issue will not soon disappear.

In one corner there are the “official report” backers, including not only Bush & Co. sycophants, but an armada of Bush-bashers, including such well-regarded lefties as professor Noam Chomsky, journalist Greg Palast, satirist Bill Maher, columnist Alexander Cockburn and the comedy team Penn and Teller. They think the 9-11 Truthers are cranks.

The other side of the ledger boasts its own raft of notables calling for a new independent investigation into the attacks. These include former U.S. senators Lincoln Chafee and Mike Gravel, fellow politicos Ron Paul, Jesse Ventura and Dennis Kucinich, historian Howard Zinn, doc maker Michael Moore, actors Martin and Charlie Sheen, Ed Asner and Rosie O’Donnell, former U.N. Chief Weapons Inspector Scott Ritter and retired CIA chairman of the National Intelligence Estimates, Ray McGovern.

 ‘No, no!’ said the Queen. ‘Sentence first–verdict afterwards.’  

Richard Gage is a Bay Area-based architect and the founding member of Architects and Engineers for 9-11 Truth. He presently has over 400 fellow architects and engineers who’ve signed on with him, demanding a new investigation. Gage contends that the WTC Twin Towers came down as the result of controlled demolitions. Citing the 10,000-page National Institute of Standards and Technology (NIST) 2005 report on the tower collapses, Gage notes that the report stops before the collapses actually occur. Why? “Because,” Gage charges, “if they had gone any further in their analysis they would have had to account for the massive quantity of evidence for the demolition of these two towers.”

Well, further they have gone. The NIST last week released a new report centering solely on WTC Tower 7, the focus of much speculation for its hours-later tumble, and now pronounced to be the first steel skyscraper to ever succumb to mere fire.

Even that bastion of the handy-guy, Popular Mechanics, has stepped into the fray, releasing a special report entitled “Debunking the 9-11 Myths.” Popular Mechanics says, “Plane debris sliced through the utility shafts at the North Tower’s core, creating a conduit for burning jet fuel–and fiery destruction throughout the building.”

Jet fuel burns at about 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit, while steel doesn’t begin to melt until about 2,700 degrees. Even if the steel lost structural strength at somewhat lower temps, and building materials and furnishings stoked the blaze, a 1,200-degree meltdown differential does raise certain questions.

Curiouser and curiouser!

–Alice 

Lots of people think conspiracies never happen, that life at or near the top, where we’d expect conspiracies to originate, is far too intricate and subtle for such shenanigans. Nicholas Lemann, writing on conspiracies last year for the New Yorker, claims conspiracy theories amount to “a view of how the world works that mistakenly empowers particular, and evil, forces with the ability to determine the course of events, and it misses the messiness and contingency with which life actually unfolds.”

If we buy into Lemann’s argument, then how about the Gulf of Tonkin affair and the explosion on the Battleship Maine? What about Watergate and Iran-Contra, the Tuskegee Study or innumerable covert adventures in foreign coups, economic hits and political assassinations? And what about the 1999 trial when Dr. Marin Luther King Jr.’s family won a wrongful death civil suit against “unknown co-conspirators”? Six white and six black jurors found that “governmental agencies were parties” to Dr. King’s assassination plot.

Then there are lesser known but equally real conspiracies. Some were actually foisted upon us or else were disrupted or energetically disappeared from official records. Take, for example, the CIA’s nefarious mind-altering Cold War-era drug testing known as MK-ULTRA. Its scientists and hirelings dosed thousands of unwitting U.S. citizens with mind-altering drugs over the course of two decades.

Operation Mockingbird was another long-running top-secret CIA operation, which co-opted prominent print and electronic media journalists to spy and propagandize the American public. Mockingbird is largely the reason why it is illegal–wink, wink, nudge, nudge–to do so today.

Perhaps the most revealing and least known conspiracy in U.S. history was the stillborn 1933 “Business Plot,” intended to overthrow newly elected president Franklin Delano Roosevelt and put in place a fascist regime designed to be fronted by retired Marine Corps major general Smedley Butler. Fortunately for us, the patriotic Butler spilled the beans.  He even remembered what the recruiters said. “You know the American people will swallow that. We have got the newspapers. . . . And the dumb American people will fall for it in a second,” Butler told the McCormack-Dickstein Committee, the first body convened by the House Committee on Un-American Activities, on Nov. 20, 1934.

FDR had been in office for but a few months. The economy was wrecked, and those who wrecked it didn’t like Roosevelt’s plans for something called the New Deal. A group of businessmen, industrialists and bankers including J. P. Morgan, Irénée du Pont and an up-and-comer named Prescott Bush were fingered by Butler as plot intimates. Afterward, sworn testimony and evidence placed before McCormack-Dickstein disappeared from the official record altogether.

“Like most committees,” Butler said after the report of the attempted coup was released, “it has slaughtered the little and allowed the big to escape. The big shots weren’t even called to testify. They were all mentioned in my testimony. Why was all mention of these names suppressed from the testimony?”

  What is the use of repeating all that stuff, if you don’t explain it as you go on? It’s by far the most confusing thing I ever heard!

–the Mock Turtle

 So could the official 9-11 Commission Report itself be defined as a conspiracy theory? Put another way, does this report stand up to rational and-or forensic scrutiny?

“The Jersey Girls” think not. Against the considerable will of the Bush administration, these four widows waged a 441-day campaign to force the 9-11 Commission into existence. By comparison, similar investigations into the space shuttle disaster, Pearl Harbor and the JFK assassination were launched within a few days of the events occurring. And, say the Jersey Girls, few of their questions got answered by the commission’s report.

But what about plain, old-fashioned forensics? “It’s hard for the mind to reject rational forensic evidence which agrees with logic that’s science-based,” says architect Gage. Later he adds, “I, along with many others, are treated as conspiracy theorists, basically, because people aren’t ready to look at this stuff seriously. But once you get the evidence in front of them, it’s a whole different thing.”

OK, then, why the resistance to a second investigation into what was surely the crime of the last half-century? Ken Jenkins thinks he understands why. “People just don’t want to know it. They don’t want to know how bad things are, and accepting that 9-11 was an inside job is just way too horrendous for a lot of people to seriously consider. They don’t approach it rationally. They approach it emotionally, that in terms of the implications of what you’re presenting is too scary.”

Well, maybe. But then again, who’s to say the initial investigation’s case isn’t actually airtight? One way to answer that is to follow the money. Crimes of this magnitude require enormous sums of money in order to be both properly executed and investigated. Another way of determining the extent to which 9-11 was investigated is to ask precisely who led the investigation?

President Bill Clinton was impeached following an investigation in which he lied under oath about a sexual peccadillo. That investigation, conducted by independent counsel Kenneth Starr, cost taxpayers a cool $39.2 million.

While it cost us nearly $40 million to hear Clinton parse the meaning of blowjob, a mere $3 million got earmarked for the 9-11 investigation. And when it finally came time to actually investigate, who was chosen to lead the team? Philip D. Zelikow, a close personal friend of, former colleague of and book co-author with Condoleezza Rice.

Zelikow also happened to be a White House mole. In fact, unbeknownst to other members of the committee, as executive director of the commission, Zelikow briefed the White House on a near daily basis. Judging from this, one might conclude that the independent investigation into events surrounding 9-11 was about as independent as Fox News is fair and balanced.

And when the White House finally relented and allowed an investigation to take place, no independent counsel was deemed necessary in order to get to the bottom of the disaster. Neither George W. Bush nor Dick Cheney would agree to have their testimony recorded, transcribed or even to have notes taken. They refused to testify separately, in public, or under oath.

According to Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Ron Suskind’s new book, The Way of the World, George W. Bush had direct and personal knowledge that Saddam had no WMD. Bush lied about it, and then covered up his lie by having the CIA forge a document. But Bush also lied about holding administration officials accountable for leaking the identity of Valerie Plame. He has lied about Brownie and Katrina, about torture, wiretapping, habeas corpus, tax relief to the middle class and the health of our economy.

 

He’s lied about global warming, his military record, his cocaine use, about his relationships with slime buckets like Ken Lay and Jack Abramoff and about the scientific data’s he’s had altered or deleted from public documents. Bush has been a virtual one-man lying industry, and yet clear thinkers among us would have us believe that, when it comes to this single overarching issue of 9-11, he speaks nothing but the truth.

Alice, spinning through Wonderland, had certain insight into that particular notion: “If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?”


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