Party Like It’s 1932

11.05.08

The 2008 presidential campaign turned into quite an ordeal. Even the most tangential observer was apt to get sucked into a vortex of media spin. But despite all the superficial aspects of the nonstop spectacle, the election became genuinely emotional for many people. It represented a huge fork in the national road.

As much as anything else, the election became a referendum on “spreading the wealth.” In the last weeks, John McCain and Sarah Palin kept denouncing the idea that government should reduce the huge economic gaps between the rich and everyone else. The duo’s logic would eliminate any vestige of a graduated income tax.

From the top of the GOP ticket, the battle cry was a recycled attack on the principles of the New Deal. McCain’s oratory peaked as regressive defiance. Two days before the election, he had the message down: “Redistribute the wealth, spread the wealth around—we can’t do that, my friends!”

Initially, I’d been a bit wary of the Obama campaign’s sloganeering about “hope,” but I felt some real resonance for optimism at the convention in late summer. Delegates often seemed to embody a progressive direction for Democrats overall. And when sometimes I would wince at the center-hugging, corporate-oriented rhetoric coming from the podium, I’d tell myself, “Party like it’s 1932.”

Comparisons are sometimes made between Barack Obama of 2008 and John Kennedy of 1960, both of them roundly criticized as young senators too inexperienced for the presidency. But during the last few months, in historic terms, I’ve often seen more parallels between Obama and Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

Obama and FDR ran as centrists in eras of great economic distress. During the ’08 campaign, as I looked ahead, reasonable hope indicated that grassroots activism for progressive change during an Obama presidency might accomplish great things reminiscent of the New Deal, with its safety-net guarantees and its mammoth commitment to public works programs that created jobs.

Increasingly, John McCain seemed like a kneejerk cartoon as he railed against taxes with simplistic boilerplates from the GOP canon. In contrast, Obama was actually capable of expressing helpful nuances and facilitating national introspection.

While Obama had shown himself to be overly cozy with corporate power and all too willing to call for escalation of warfare in Afghanistan, some kind of humanistic rationality could become thematic and maybe programmatic during his administration—a prospect that was virtually inconceivable in the event of a McCain victory.

And, politics aside, another aspect of Obama’s behavior held out genuine promise for elevating public discourse and government decisions: he was less inclined to insult our intelligence than almost any other “major” presidential candidate in living memory.

This article goes to press on Election Day, so I write these words without knowing who the next president will be. If it’s Obama, we’ll have our hands full to move his administration in a progressive direction. In the unlikely event of a McCain presidency, we’d have our hands full trying to limit the damage. Either way, given the problems of the world and the power of the U.S.A.’s military-industrial-media complex, the challenges will be immense.

As a practical matter, the best-case scenario involves widespread activism in our communities, determined to shape the future by illuminating good reasons and building political muscle to pull President Obama toward policies for civil liberties, peace, environmental protection, labor rights and economic justice. People in the North Bay should help to lead the way.

 Norman Solomon, founder and coordinator of North Bay Healthcare Not Warfare, is the author of many books including ‘War Made Easy: How Presidents and Pundits Keep Spinning Us to Death.’ Starting in January, he will teach a course at Sonoma State University on war and the news media, offered by the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute.

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All That Rises

11.05.08

I‘ve had about all the bad economic news I can take. I keep waiting for some authority figure (not you, President Bush) to say things are finally under control and the situation is going to get better, but that seems a long way off. So rather than follow Wall Street’s latest meltdown, I’m trying to find the upside to the current financial malaise.

While it may be hard to find a silver lining when you’re out of a job, losing your house or trying to salvage what’s left of your 401k account, I think there are some upsides to the current crisis. I don’t know about you, but as the wheels have come off the U.S. economy, it’s become all too clear to me how important it is to get rid of high-interest debt and to have ample savings for rainy days, because it’s really starting to pour out there. Americans have one of the lowest saving rates in the world, and perhaps now our credit-card culture of spend-now-pay-later is finally about to end. I wish I could say I was debt-free, but I’m more motivated than ever to reach that goal. All the financial uncertainty has also made me examine what I buy.

As part of my new austerity plan, I’ve taken a closer look at what I spend on food each month, since that’s a big source of my discretionary spending. I was stunned at my grocery bill. It’s nearly double what I thought it was. Now it’s hard for me to make the case that Pinot Noir, $6 pints of gelato and Humboldt Fog cheese qualify as staples anymore.

I’ve gone over my receipts line by line to see where I can save, and as someone who loves to cook, I’ve decided to make as much food as I can. My first step was to start making my own bread. A loaf of bread costs me about $3.50. But I can spend $5 on a pound of flour and make about five loaves of bread. You do the math. What’s cool is the bread I bake is better than the store-bought stuff.

A friend was kind enough to give me some of his 14-year-old sourdough starter a few months ago, and I’ve been an avid baker ever since. I’m still perfecting my technique, but I make a couple of loaves a week. Because of the slowly fermenting wild yeast in the starter, it takes about 24 hours to make a loaf, but I’ve come to love watching the flour and water slurry transform into a crusty sourdough loaf. Instead of expecting bread from a plastic bag, my four-year-old son now knows what fresh bread looks and tastes like, and he recognizes the smell of a fresh loaf in the oven.

Now that I make my own bread, I’ve become inspired to make other things that I used to pay others to make for me: beer, sauerkraut, salsa, salad dressing, soup—the list goes on. I’m also planning on turning my front lawn into a vegetable garden. I’d much rather water lettuce and tomatoes than a patch of grass I can’t eat.

Growing and making my own food not only tastes better, but I take pleasure in knowing my self-reliance eases the impact that food production and transportation have on the environment. You can’t get more local than your own backyard and kitchen.

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The New Rules

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11.05.08

Now that the election’s over, I’ve got a foolproof way to save the recording industry, boost national morale and increase the overall quality of American music all in one fell swoop.

This idea is simple: If you’re a musician who endorsed, donated to or rallied for McCain, you lose. You are no longer allowed to make music. Your label doesn’t have to waste money on you anymore. No records, no concerts, and don’t even try to start a sneaky YouTube channel under an assumed name. You’re out, buster.

If you’re one of the many musicians who backed Obama, congratulations! You get prime placement in record stores, on iTunes and on the radio waves. Ticket prices for your concerts are slashed in half to accommodate more fans, and everyone gets free beer! You’re on TV, like, all the time, and you get federal money to drive across America and hang out with people coast to coast.

Think about it: Bruce Springsteen would play free shows in every state. No Age and the Roots would get booked on Hannity & Colmes. The Arcade Fire would headline at Saddleback Church. No one would have to listen to Toby Keith ever again!

Oh sure, it’ll be a blow to country radio. Stations’ playlists will shrink to a scant few Obama-endorsing country musicians like Tim McGraw, Faith Hill, Kris Kristofferson and Ralph Stanley. No more John Rich, one half of the duo Big & Rich, who stumped for McCain with his dumb song “Country First” and actually claimed that Johnny Cash would have supported McCain. His partner, Big Kenny, who swung toward Obama, gets to fire up ProTools and edit Rich’s verses out. It’s that easy!

Aaron Tippin now gets to sing “Drill Here, Drill Now” in the shower. Not on Huckabee. Know who Mike Huckabee gets to play bass for on his Fox News show? Rage Against the Machine, that’s who.

How about Hank Williams Jr.’s “Family Tradition,” which the singer famously mangled into a rant about Obama’s “radical friends” and an endorsement of the “good-lookin’ dish” of a vice presidential candidate? Lord, let the suffering end. The song gets pulled from every jukebox in the nation and replaced with Usher’s “Follow Me.”

Let’s do another thing. Let’s make it so McCain supporters play a key role in this plan. Make Hewlett-Packard mass-manufacture Bob Dylan’s entire back catalogue for free, and then have it sent via FedEx, no charge, to every Gretchen Wilson fan in America. Included in the deal: free Domino’s Pizza, personally delivered by Arnold Schwarzenegger. Don’t worry, folks—you don’t have to tip him.

My Morning Jacket, Bright Eyes and the Decemberists all play on the White House lawn. Charlie Daniels, whose “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” will be retired forever from sports events, is forced to play fiddle for headliner Alicia Keys. Make him play on her entire tour. Then make him wear drag and be a backup dancer for Kanye West.

What of the Puerto Rican reggaeton star Daddy Yankee, who endorsed McCain at a Phoenix, Ariz., high school to a bunch of squealing teenagers? Sorry, bro. I know whatever money you were flowed to chump for the immigration vote must have been nice, but “Gasolina” is off the air. Oh, and your MySpace page—taken down forever. You now ask if people need help out at the supermarket.

Get those big-money backers in on the act, too. Have Forbes sponsor a tour with Santogold, Marnie Stern and Joanna Newsom. Make Levi Johnston work as their equipment roadie and Ashley Todd as their merch girl. All proceeds benefit the Humane Society and Planned Parenthood.

Jewel goes back to Alaska to sing “Who Will Save Your Soul” to a herd of moose. Five for Fighting frontman John Ondrasik drives a tour van for the National and Les Savy Fav. “Superman (It’s Not Easy)” is never heard in any bank or doctor’s office ever again, replaced by Common’s “The Light.”

Van Halen, the Foo Fighters, Jackson Browne and Heart all get extended recording contracts for demanding that McCain stop using their songs in his campaign. Dave Grohl sings “My Hero” at the inauguration. Heck, Kurt Cobain comes back from the dead to jam with Dave Grohl and Krist Novoselic at the inauguration. Jerry Garcia comes back to rejoin the Grateful Dead for the Goin’ Down the Road Feelin’ Totally Awesome Tour 2009.

A world where John Coltrane wins over ABBA. A world where Stevie Wonder wins over Lee Greenwood. A world where Kind of Blue gets played in the Oval Office. This is our new world. And by God, it rules.


Control, Delete, Escape

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11.05.08

COPY THAT: Presidential historian Douglas Brinkley says that the Bush administration has no ‘sense of historical integrity.’

In the coming decades, as the records of the Bush administration are slowly opened to the public, journalists and historians are sure to descend ravenously on the George W. Bush presidential library in Dallas, seeking to pull back the curtain on an enigmatic presidency. But as they comb through the archives, they may be disappointed, for the White House, by way of both deliberate obstruction and startling negligence, has virtually ensured that a full accounting of its deeds and decisions will remain forever absent from the historical record.

In their own way, such archival lacunae will speak volumes about a White House that never tolerated being second-guessed and, as one Bush aide famously explained, felt it could create its “own reality.” At times, the Bush White House seemed to revel in secrecy for secrecy’s sake, such as when, in 2003, the vice president’s office abruptly stopped reporting information about its use of classification to the National Archives Information Security Oversight Office, claiming that it was not part of the executive branch.

In blunt terms, says presidential historian Douglas Brinkley, the Bush administration has at times operated “like a propaganda outfit,” taking the view that making records public only leads to “media I-gotcha” stories, not a deeper understanding of American history. “I have some great worries about what the record of this administration is going to harvest, because they have done everything they can to slow down and obstruct the Freedom of Information Act,” he says. “I’m afraid of the sanitization process that will occur, because they don’t have a sense of historical integrity.”

Bush set the tone early in his first term when he handed down a controversial executive order, drafted by then–White House counsel Alberto Gonzales, that gave current and former presidents and vice presidents, along with their heirs, unprecedented authority to block the disclosure of White House records. “What this amounts to is that past presidents’ grandchildren can, in effect, be given executive privilege,” says Anna K. Nelson, the distinguished historian in residence at American University. Nelson, along with many other historians, saw the move as a transparent effort to protect the records of the president’s father, George H. W. Bush; some Reagan- and Bush Sr.–era material has indeed been delayed or withheld since the executive order.

To George Mason University historian Martin Sherwin, the order was nothing short of a “frontal assault” on open government. “After their tenure has expired, it is the public’s right to know, in a timely manner, the details of how they went about fulfilling their responsibilities,” he says. “Their actions are not a privileged secret that they and their families have the right to control. That is how dictatorships operate.”

Historian Brinkley worries, too, that administration alumni might try to tamper with the records in other ways, namely, by pilfering potentially embarrassing documents. It’s not such a far-fetched scenario, he says, considering that Clinton administration national security adviser Sandy Berger was caught purloining from the National Archives classified memos that he considered damaging. “I’m worried that we’re going to get nothing but hagiography and sanitized records at the Bush library,” he says. “We really need to have a lot of oversight when the trucks move everything out of the White House.”

Already there is reason to believe that a considerable number of White House records in the form of emails have been lost to history. When congressional investigators pored over documents related to the Jack Abramoff lobbying scandal in 2006, they noticed that some officials were conducting White House business via email addresses at the Republican National Committee, an apparent violation of the Presidential Records Act, which requires White House staffers to preserve their records, including emails. (A similar law applies to federal agencies.) And a former administration IT official, who spoke to me on condition of anonymity, confirms that, at least in some cases, that was no accident: to prevent their messages from cropping up in the Bush presidential library one day, “some people, recognizing that email was being archived, just went completely around” the White House system.

No fewer than 88 White House staffers, an investigation by the House oversight committee revealed, used RNC addresses, among them Andrew Card, Dan Bartlett, Karen Hughes and Karl Rove. (According to records obtained by the committee, when Abramoff mistakenly emailed his former assistant and then–Rove aide Susan Ralston at her White House address once, he was reminded by a colleague that the White House email system “might actually limit what they can do to help us, especially since there could be lawsuits, etc.”)

The Bush administration would hardly be the first to come under fire for its shoddy email retention practices. Back in the ’80s, when the Reagan White House used an archaic system known as PROFS (Professional Office System), Oliver North and John Poindexter attempted to erase exchanges connected to the Iran-Contra deal. The Clinton White House was accused of destroying thousands of messages related to congressional inquiries, including the Monica Lewinsky scandal. The emails were eventually restored at a cost of about $12 million; part of the problem was attributed to a technical glitch in the White House email system, which failed to archive incoming messages for users whose names began with the letter D.

But the historical stakes of preserving email records are higher now than ever before, which makes the Bush administration’s failure to comply with basic IT best practices all the more critical. According to one estimate, the Bush White House may have lost at least 5 million emails, not including those sent using RNC addresses.

Shortly after taking office, the administration switched to a new email system, the same one Bush-Cheney staffers had used on the campaign trail. As it turned out, this platform was incompatible with the Clinton-era archiving system—which, the former White House IT official told me, was flawed to begin with. (Among other things, it couldn’t capture attachments.) According to another former White House IT staffer, Steven McDevitt, “There was a great deal of concern about proceeding . . . without having an adequate email-records-management solution.”

The project moved forward anyway, with a temporary archiving process that was “manual,” “primitive” and lacked any safeguards to ensure that saved emails had not been modified or tampered with, McDevitt wrote in a letter to the House oversight committee in February. All told, he said, “the risk that data would be lost was high.” The White House is not the only offender in this regard. In June, the Government Accountability Office reported that the Department of Homeland Security and the Environmental Protection Agency, among others, were relying on nothing better than “print and file” email archiving.

The National Archives, too, cautioned the White House as early as January 2004 that it was “operating at risk.” Nearly two years later, a White House “discussion document” dated October 2005 warned that “lost or misplaced email archives may result in an inability to meet statutory requirements,” a scenario that created “legal and political risk” for the Bush administration. Yet the administration made no apparent effort to recover the missing messages. Instead, it reacted by stonewalling National Archives officials. McDevitt says he was specifically instructed not to discuss “potential email retention issues” with Archives staffers.

An analysis by the White House technical staff conducted in late 2005 found hundreds of days between March 2003 and August 2005 when various White House divisions either had no archived messages or displayed suspiciously low traffic, including nearly a week’s worth of missing mail from the vice president’s office that happened to coincide with the launch of a criminal probe into the leak of Valerie Plame’s covert status. The former IT official, who departed the White House before the analysis was conducted, says he is unsure exactly what that means. “There could be a number of explanations, including the fact that these folks knew all emails were archived and decided not to send email for a while. What I don’t know is whether they were all explored and whether there is definitive technical evidence” that emails are missing. He added ruefully, “Now we’ve created this whirlwind that won’t go away. Anything that has to do with the Bush administration, people just want to believe the worst.”

To David Gewirtz, who publishes web magazines devoted to the minutiae of email technology, the Bush administration’s approach to archiving signals either shocking incompetence or “something slightly more nefarious.” When I met him in June at a hotel in suburban Virginia, where he’d just addressed a conference of computer consultants on the topic of the White House emails, he told me the administration has relied on “the industry’s worst practices in the way they are archiving emails.” When he described the process to the audience of techies, he said, the room erupted with laughter.

“The White House has done everything the hardest and dumbest way possible for this type of project,” Gewirtz, who has also written a book on the White House email controversy, added. “From a historical point of view, you’re probably not talking about a real crime, but it is a real shame. This is our heritage that’s being lost.”

Prodded by a congressional inquiry, pleas from the National Archives and lawsuits filed by two watchdog groups, the White House has ever so slowly taken steps to address its email problem. Declaring the 2005 audit flawed, it began by launching another analysis in the spring of 2007 that it promised would be completed by that summer; the study is still in progress, though the White House says it has been able to recover some emails along the way. The sluggish pace leaves some observers wondering whether the administration is intentionally drawing out the process until January 2009, when the whole thing becomes someone else’s problem. “Everybody’s concern is that any audit should have started a long time ago,” the oversight staffer says. “There’s clearly a time issue here.”

Indeed, even now, six years after dismantling the Clinton-era archiving system, the Bush administration has yet to implement a permanent replacement, even though it had one ready to go years ago. In the fall of 2006, the White House’s new chief information officer, Theresa Payton, decided to shelve the staff’s proposed system because, as she explained to representatives from the National Archives, it offered no way to distinguish between personal and official email records. The former Bush IT official told me he found this decision “quite surprising” and that, as far as he knew the archiving system was “fully vetted and tested.”

“From a technology perspective, I don’t understand why it wasn’t implemented,” he said. “But it’s not just technology alone that drives these decisions.”

In the end, even if the administration is successful in recovering any lost emails, presidential historians may not unearth any messages signed “gwb”—and not because the president isn’t a fan of email. In January 2001, three days before he took the oath of office, the soon-to-be president sent a mass email to close friends and family to announce that they wouldn’t be hearing from him for a while—at least not electronically. “Since I do not want my private conversations looked at by those out to embarrass, the only course of action is not to correspond in cyberspace,” he wrote in his final missive, which, ironically, was obtained by the press. “This saddens me.” And with that, G9**@*ol.com officially signed off.


Climate Healing

11.05.08

No matter who’s elected president, global warming will certainly be a key issue for the next administration. We’ve surely all seen the evidence that our culture has overshot our global ecosystem’s carrying capacity, risking catastrophic climate destabilization. In response, many of us are making individual changes, which is essential but, sadly, insufficient.

Thus, it’s vital that we as citizens also understand the community-level changes being discussed, then join with others to encourage truly wise plans. Certainly, the polluters will be angling for approaches that serve their interests, and the recent financial-system breakdown highlights the folly of letting powerful interests call the shots.

What is our climate change goal, exactly? According to Santa Rosa’s Climate Protection Campaign (CPC), scientists say that we must reduce emissions a stunning 80 percent by 2050. Currently, each Californian’s average annual greenhouse gas output is 14 tons. The 2050 target, given our population projections, is a breathtaking 1.5 tons per person.

How will we get there? That’s the question CPC explores both in its work and at its Nov. 6 Climate All-Stars Conference. Ann Hancock, CPC’s executive director and cofounder, says that the answer won’t be just one solution but many combined. However, she counsels, “We really need to focus on the high-leverage ones. That’s what we’re trying to showcase at the conference: the real solutions for speed and scale.”

Significant options now being explored include market-based approaches. Because current prices for carbon-polluting energy don’t reflect their environmental harm, higher usage levels are encouraged. Therefore, an increase in carbon prices should give consumers a more accurate price signal, making alternative energy and conservation more attractive, speeding up our vital transition and allowing the free market to determine the specifics.

How would increased carbon prices be implemented? There are two basic methods: a carbon tax and a cap-and-trade system. The benefit of a carbon tax, preferred by economists, is its simplicity. The tax is merely calculated per ton of carbon the first time that carbon-containing fuel (coal, oil or natural gas) comes out of the ground or off the ship. The tax can start low and increase over time.

The second method, cap-and-trade, is significantly more complex. It sets various emission caps then provides permits that are traded by corporations. Lowering the caps progressively over time reduces net pollution. Although this approach is currently seen as more politically viable because of its indirectness, critics call Europe’s attempt at it a failure and are concerned that it creates a complex bureaucracy that is easily “gamed” by polluters to profit themselves, not the planet.

At this point, I often get lost among the various capping approaches, so I was happy to find Peter Barnes’ booklet Carbon Capping: A Citizen’s Guide (www.capanddividend.org), which is helpful for understanding the key design options and elements. He also offers his proposed variation, cap-and-dividend, which distributes cap-permit income directly to citizens, reducing the economic impact and rewarding those who conserve.

Building on this idea is NASA climate expert James Hansen’s proposed tax-and-dividend system, which combines a carbon tax’s simplicity with the balancing effect of direct citizen dividends. To me, this starts sounding sensible. Plus, I feel empowered as I start catching on to the fundamental distinctions in how these proposals are structured.

I’m glad that CPC’s conference will help us all explore systemic solutions like these. I’ll also be interested to hear one of their keynote speakers, Adam Kahane, who wrote Solving Tough Problems: An Open Way of Talking, Listening and Creating New Realities. Watching environmentalism go mainstream, I’ve felt that successful green implementation will require we avoid dogmatism, and instead encourage exploratory conversations that bring forward our synergistic wisdom and empower democratic decisions about our future lives.

I hear that notion echoed when Kahane writes, “Simple problems, with low complexity, can be solved perfectly well—efficiently and effectively—using processes that are piecemeal, backward looking and authoritarian. By contrast, highly complex problems can only be solved using processes that are systemic, emergent and participatory.”

Our current financial crisis reminds us that the economic rules of the game determine our cumulative behavior. The question then for all of us is: How can we modify our economic system so that it’s truly healthy for ourselves and the planet?

 The Climate Protection Campaign’s Second Annual Climate All-Stars Conference is slated for Thursday, Nov. 6, at Saint Mary’s Cathedral, San Francisco. 707.537.1679. [ http:-/www.climateallstars.org- ]www.climateallstars.org.


Dead Again

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11.05.08

I‘ve never been satisfied with the way I’ve seen Hamlet played onstage,” admits actor Brent Lindsay of the Imaginists theater company. Recently relocated from Healdsburg to a tiny new theater space in Santa Rosa, the company just opened a three-week run of Lindsay’s original one-man show Hamlet: Ghost Machine.

 “I think, as actors and directors,” Lindsay continues, “we often look for too many easy ways out in doing Shakespeare, we try to show the black and white, we avoid giving audiences the choice to decide for themselves who is right and who is wrong, and instead we try to serve up the answers. Hamlet, to me, is about the questions, not the answers, so in this play, what I am serving up is the mystery.”

To give a sense of the impact of the play, after opening night local performance artist and former NEA auditor Eliot Fintushel (auditors visit grant applicants across the country reporting on theater company quality for the National Endowment for the Arts) wrote: “Brent Lindsay does Hamlet as if it had never been done before, as if the audience were imagining it with him for the first time.”

The best way to describe Hamlet: Ghost Machine is to start where the piece begins. Hamlet is poisoned, he’s mortally wounded, and, in the last moments of his life, he attempts to make peace with all of his ghosts.

“He exorcises all of those ghosts,” says Lindsay, “by playing out his life for them. He plays out his life in the form of theater, which we know he loves so well.” The astonishing thing about the piece is that Lindsay, with director Amy Pinto, has reworked and reoriented the original script without adding a single new word. “It’s all Shakespeare’s text,” he says. “I just reconstruct it. I had to pull apart some of the meter in order to make sense of some of it, but that’s as radical as I get in making changes to the text. Everything is taken directly from the play.”

This is taking the concept of the play-within-the-play to a whole new level. One has to wonder, in focusing on Hamlet’s dying thoughts as he slips in and out of consciousness, does Lindsay’s Hamlet regret any of his choices—or his avoidance of choices?

“It is undeniable that Hamlet is one of the privileged class, but he is also an exceptional human being,” Lindsay says. “As an actor, I really enjoy truth . . . the truth in all of us, the dark and the light, the positive and the negative. The way I approach playing Hamlet in this piece is the same way I would approach Richard III or Iago or any of the other so-called villains.

“I’d get nowhere as an actor if I played them as bad,” he continues. “The whole point of theater is to open your heart to the heart of the character, and hopefully to leave a changed person, both the audience and the actor. In playing Hamlet, yes, I recognize his many weaknesses, but I have to focus on his strengths, I have to focus on what he has to reach in order to gain that final peace for himself. For me, Hamlet is the hero of consciousness.”

The hero of consciousness?

“Here is a guy who never lets go of the questions,” Lindsay explains. “What are we here for? Who do we put in power? Am I going to let it happen? What am I willing to give to this world, to what I think is right? Hamlet stands at the balancing point between consciousness and change. In terms of physical action, he may be wanting, but in terms of his intellectual willingness to grapple with the meanings of life, Hamlet is a hero.

“Is he sorry for the things he did, or didn’t do?” Lindsay asks rhetorically before giving a short chuckle. “I’m still figuring that out.”

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Go-To Girl

11.05.08

Mike Leigh’s new film, Happy-Go-Lucky, celebrates the sort of figure he usually crushes in the last reel. Sally Hawkins’ Pauline Cross, nicknamed Poppy, is as intoxicated by London as David Thewlis in Naked was poisoned by that city. Leigh and his cinematographer, Dick Pope, start with a tour of the city by bicycle. Throughout the film, we end up pottering around bookstores, lounging at pubs where they keep the aspidistra flying, stopping for a walk at the Camden Lock market and then pausing for a final luxurious crane shot of a rowboat in the Serpentine.

What kind of movie is Happy-Go-Lucky? Leigh takes his characters to the seaside, and he even finds happiness instead of squalor there, stopping for friendly glances at the locals and lingering over a pair of chummy bearded men perched like silent shorebirds.

The merry and bright heroine Poppy is an elementary school teacher who lives off of Finsbury Park Road. Poppy is 30 and single, and seemingly unconcerned about it. She’s a low-rent, neo-hippie version of those exuberantly skinny girls Audrey Hepburn used to play, with a charming overbite and a wardrobe of patterned tights and circus-colored wool sweaters.

She goes out dancing with her mates to Pulp’s “Common People,” bounces on a trampoline for exercise, boozes it on weekends, stays up late and talks trash with her girlfriends. For kicks, she takes a class in flamenco. In these scenes, Karina Fernandez’s dance instructor demonstrates a Monty Python&–worthy Castilian accent. One lesson deteriorates into a hell rant about the kind of man “who runs off with a Swedish beetch who is 22 jears old.”

The L.A. Weekly‘s film reviewer Ella Taylor was miffed at the extremity of the pro-choice argument in Leigh’s last film, the tragedy Vera Drake. Taylor quoted Pauline Kael about Leigh being “a good hater.” Well, so what? So were Dickens, Beethoven, Picasso. The point is that a good hater is a good lover. Maybe the most alarming scene in Happy-Go-Lucky has Poppy burbling like Ned Flanders and lying on a table as a chiropractor snaps her spine.

The mirth and sparkle in Poppy’s hazel eyes, the good, simple heart and the girl’s delight in double-entendres got past my resistance. But the way Leigh films this cheery stork-girl it seems as if her cheer will turn out to be an end in itself. That’s why this film takes some sticking with. The point becomes clearer when Leigh adds some bitterness to complement the sweetness.

Poppy takes lessons so that she can drive the car of her flat mate Zoe (Alexis Zegerman). This starts her regular encounters with a more traditional Leigh figure in the form of one Scott (Eddie Marsan), a frowning, alienated driving instructor, essentially Nietzsche reincarnated—down to the brushy mustache. Scott has a conspiratorial worldview. It seems to have something to do with the Illuminati, but he’s also very worried that the Washington Monument is actually 666 feet high. He can’t bear to be touched, let alone flirted with. In his company, Poppy learns that not everyone can be cheered merely by a pert girl.

The early driving lessons with Scott evince the prime comedy of teaming a cheerful person with a growling grouch—Laurel and Hardy, for example. But Scott starts to lose his own fragile grip. Poppy sees into him, asking good, pertinent questions like a psychiatrist, and she’s also shrewd enough to discover that one of her elementary school students is being beaten by his mother’s boyfriend. Poppy isn’t as silly as she looks. The wide, jack-o’-lantern grin might be a kind of wince, even a way of keeping people at arms’ length.

Since almost everyone in Happy-Go-Lucky is a teacher, you could suppose Leigh is mulling over the proper way to pass on learning. This is commonly a way filmmakers trip themselves up; audiences are resistant if they think a movie is trying to teach them something. Fortunately, Leigh is so subtle that his film about the importance of passing on tenderness may not seem like a lesson. The density of his characters is the result of rehearsal, improvisation and a lack of emphasis over whom the film centers on.

 

There’s really no such thing as a supporting character in Leigh’s films, and that’s especially true of Happy-Go-Lucky. The characters are so deep that you could have made a number of movies out of this film. But chances are Hawkins would have stolen every one of them.

  ‘Happy-Go-Lucky’ opens on Friday, Nov. 7, at the Rialto Lakeside Cinemas, 551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.525.4840.


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Not Just Another Berry Beer

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A merica: Meet the acai berry, the newest rock star among high-end exotic health foods. The pea-sized fruit (pronounced “ah-sigh-ee”) grows naturally in great, heavy clusters on jungle palms in the Amazon rainforest, where indigenous cultures have reportedly eaten the berries for centuries. Literature cites the many health benefits of the acai as an attraction to those who have pursued it; it’s a source of energy, fiber, vitamin E, iron, omega acids and antioxidants, those incorrigible yet mysterious compounds we all love. The berry is also said to assuage cholesterol levels, boost prostate health and slow the effects of aging, and it has been billed as the “fountain of youth.”

The acai berry was introduced to the Western world in the 1990s. It has since made a strong presence in teas, smoothies and juices, but in September of 2007 the acai berry came to full fruition and found its way into booze. VeeV Acai Spirit is a 60-proof, deliciously perfumey liqueur draped with the essence and elements of the acai. Its makers have wisely never claimed that their product is necessarily healthy, but the unrefined berry is added to the grain alcohol after distillation and some of the acai’s supposed anti-aging powers likely remain in the drink.

Thirteen months later, another acai tippler has appeared: Eel River Brewing Company’s Organic Acai Berry Wheat. The new brew’s recipe has been a year in the making, according to brewery president Ted Vivatson. Test batches went on tap at the Fortuna brewpub and took criticism from patrons until a satisfactory product was achieved this summer. The beer is a straw-colored, atomic fruit bomb brewed with undisclosed loads of acai berries, a “proprietary blend” of more ordinary berries and a balance of pomegranate juice. More traditional ingredients like grain malt, hops and even a little bit of alcohol (4 percent ABV) give this beverage the leverage to retain its status as a beer.

Like VeeV, Eel River takes a cautious approach to advertising its acai beer as a health food. “I don’t like to make health claims when it comes to ale,” says Vivatson. “I just make this beer because it tastes good, and I don’t want people to go drink three cases for the health benefits.”

Yet the in-print marketing for the beer has touted its “high antioxidant properties” as reason to “drink on!” We’re not getting any younger, so it’s worth a try.



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All Over But the Drinking

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It’s all over but the shouting. Like a bad fermentation, it seems that political contests start with sour grapes and go south from there. Credulous voters have punched their choices into retooled video poker machines or marked Scantron cards, and what’s done is done. As we go to press, the results are yet unknown. Since prognostication of the future is above my pay grade, I offer the following wine recommendations with which to either celebrate victory or mellow the sorrow of defeat:

Celebrate Measure Q with Hart’s Desire 2006 “Ponzo Vineyard” Zinfandel ($24). The tasting room is only a brief walk from the Cloverdale train station—or a vigorous, traffic-free ride on the adjacent bike path. On the other hand, opponents of 21st-century transportation may enjoy Q’s defeat by cracking a bottle of NightTrain down by the desolate railroad. Go ahead and lay down on the tracks. You’re safe.

California high-speed-rail fans can toast Proposition 1 with Siduri 2006 Gary’s Vineyard Pinot Noir ($49) from the Santa Lucia Highlands down in the southland. (Actually, the bullet train to L.A. will pass through the Central Valley—hey, it’ll all be a blur at 200 miles per hour, anyway.)

Those cheering the defeat of Proposition 8 may pop the cork on—what else?—Iron Horse Wedding Cuvée ($38), while jubilant supporters of the same-sex marriage prohibition would best hark back to that earlier Prohibition: You toast with an empty chalice.

Proposition 11? Redistricting is confusing enough when sober. Enjoy the 2005 Frediani Vineyard Charbono ($30) from On the Edge Winery, a champion of the proposed Calistoga AVA that’s stalled in red tape. Who knows, maybe they’ll finally carve out their district, too!

If the plucky McCain-Palin ticket has prevailed against odds, pop the tab on a Coors, the non-elitist drink of the everyman. Proceeds benefit only a few wealthy families. Those who mourn a vanquished McCain can reach for a veteran bottle from your collection. It may have been a respected, venerable vintage back in the day, but now it’s clear you wouldn’t want to have hung on to it for another four years. Still say it ain’t so? Mix with Diet Pepsi and shake with half-melted ice cubes.

With all the high hopes raised, if the electoral map’s blue turns to red in some perverse, reverse véraison, and Obama-Biden goes down, I cannot in good conscience recommend a spirit strong enough to salve your sorrow. And while a victorious Obama camp may be tempted to celebrate with abandon, perhaps sober reflection is in order. Grab a glass of new wine, and imagine going for a walk through a poorly maintained vineyard in the fall. Some vines grew rank, while many others have already lost their leaves. Yet it stands on some of the best soil, and could produce a great vintage in 2009 and beyond. Sure, there’s no telling what inclement weather might test it, but the next harvest could lift field workers, vintners and owners alike into better times. We’ll see. Even if you’ve chosen a promising new vineyard manager, there’s still a lot of work to be done.



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Letters to the Editor

11.05.08

Wrong Planet?

To the presenters of Maitreya’s teachings (see last weeks insert in the Boho), this is a time when we all need guidance. How nice that Maitreya and the Elder Brothers are coming to “evoke in man a desire for change and betterment.” And I’m glad to hear that “men will know afresh the joy of full participation in the realities of Life.” As a woman, I’ll wait for Elders or Wise Ones who speak to humankind. Those who speak to humankind know that exclusive, patriarchal language and social structures are a thing of the past. If a better future is to be created by man with the help of a brotherhood, I’m on the wrong planet.

G. Haley 

Sebastopol

The Brilliant Gabe Meline

I read the Bohemian because of the brilliant writing style of Gabe Meline. I was hoping he would write about not the Sly Stone concert itself, but the mess that is Sly himself (“Runnin’ Away,” Oct. 22). Gabe rocked it. I laughed out loud at his description of the events before and after. Beyond cool.

David Petri

Middletown

Don’t Mock Love to Death

“You see, Life on this Earth isn’t separate from any social justice struggle. It’s too late in the game to separate these things. Issues will not be isolated from each other when the Earth is extinguished. . . . In that last gasp all the progressive issues are simply Love, and all the advertisements are simply Love mocked to death.”

—Reverend Billy, What Would Jesus Buy?

Judy Helfand

via email

 

Corporate Welfare: Socialism

Socialism is alive and well in this country in the form of corporate welfare! In the Corporate States of America, during boom times profits are privatized but losses, naturally, are socialized. Conservatives tout “free markets” as the world’s panacea, but apparently its supposed ability to regulate itself is no match for unmitigated greed of this latest sanctioned Ponzi scheme.

The objective of Republicans for decades has been to emasculate government to the point that what’s left can be drowned in a bathtub. Consider the increasing privatization of the military, of schools through vouchers, attempts to privatize Social Security accounts, Faith Based Initiatives, etc. If we allow them to succeed in their final coup, there will be little left for social, welfare, health and educations programs—which is exactly what the gut-the-government freaks want.

Working folks who simply yearned for a slice of the American dream will unlikely see real assistance from Washington. The fat cats with their $15 million homes in the Hamptons and Greenwich will inevitably bounce back; the vilified poor will just get poorer. Meanwhile, families being foreclosed on should, rather than skulk away from their homes, ignore eviction notices. Band together, contact the media and refuse to leave; local police surely won’t be able to enforce all the foreclosures. And if it does happen, seeing families dragged from their homes and dumped in the street will not play well on national television. And it will give strength to others to resist the greed that has pillaged the heart and soul of our country. 

Bill Strubbe

Occidental


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