Ticketmaster Finally Starts To Die

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It might not make up for the hundreds of dollars grudgingly given them in exorbitant service charges over the years, but it nonetheless brings a huge smile to my face that Ticketmaster has recently been dumped by its parent company, LAC/InterActiveCorp.
Probably the most surprising fact of the split is that Ticketmaster is currently $750 million in debt.
So, just to get this straight: after charging service fees; after charging facility fees and convenience fees; after charging handling fees; after charging delivery fees—and perhaps most insanely of all, after actually charging a fee to print out your own tickets, on your own printer, at your own home—Ticketmaster is still $750 million in the hole?
I don’t normally say things like this, but man, God bless the Internet and its equalized playing field for finally bringing down those fucking bastards.

Hook, Line and Sinker

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06.25.08


Friends of wild Chinook salmon eat wild Chinook salmon–and they never, under any circumstances, eat farmed salmon, the archenemy of the wild fish.

That’s the gospel, anyway, of Kenny Belov, co-owner and manager of Sausalito’s Fish, one of the most staunchly sustainable-seafood restaurants in the Bay Area. To promote awareness of wild salmon’s current plight and of the ways in which aquaculture threatens wild salmon populations, Belov and five other restaurants on the West Coast–including Flea Street Cafe in Menlo Park, the Basin in Saratoga, Passionfish in Monterey, Baja Taqueria in Piedmont and Mina in San Francisco–have made a pact: Each has agreed to never serve farmed salmon again.

But plenty of other restaurants still offer the farmed product, and Belov, a part-time commercial fisherman, worries that consumers, now faced with the absence of affordable wild salmon, will increasingly buy and eat the farmed alternative to sate their appetites. Powerful evidence links salmon farming to the decline of wild runs in Ireland, Scotland and Norway. In British Columbia, too, where all five species of Pacific salmon are still relatively healthy, some runs have declined dramatically following the establishment of salmon farms, and there is concern that many Canadian runs will vanish within a decade.

Farmed salmon are raised in often putrid conditions, packed like sardines into open-ocean pens where sea lice, a perfectly natural parasite, thrive in unnaturally high numbers. Wild salmon that pass near the pens are extremely vulnerable to infestation, especially inch-long juvenile pink and chum salmon, which exit river mouths to begin their ocean lives almost immediately after hatching, when they weigh less than a gram. Such small fish are regularly observed dead or dying near farming facilities, covered with the mites.

Trevor Swerdfager, aquaculture manager with the Canadian Department of Fisheries and Oceans, denies a direct cause-and-effect relationship between salmon farms and vanishing wild runs. Bias against salmon farming is based on “urban myths,” he says, and sea lice are a natural phenomenon in the ocean, not a problem associated with ocean farming. Besides, says Swerdfager, salmon farms are only established after full review and consideration of where wild salmon swim.

Nonsense, says Catherine Stewart, campaign manager with the Living Oceans Society in B.C. While laws do keep salmon farms away from river mouths, the facilities frequently operate in the direct paths of migrating salmon.

“There are masses of overwhelming evidence from scientists all over the global community that farms produce lice that kill wild salmon,” Stewart charges. “There are one or two guys paid by the industry to say it’s not true.”

Cory Peet of the Monterey Bay Aquarium’s Seafood Watch Program, which prints those color-coded cards that advise consumers on seafood purchases, says the correlation between farmed salmon and wild salmon declines is obvious, though he admits that proving anything that occurs under the surface is difficult, if not impossible.

“One of the things the [aquaculture] industry depends on is saying that the science must prove there’s a risk from the sea lice,” Peet says. “That’s not possible. There’s no way to watch as a sea lice moves from a farmed fish and attaches to a wild smolt.”

But sea lice can only reproduce while clinging to salmon. The copepods may periodically take rides on lingcod and other bottom fish, but high densities of lice can only mean the animals are thriving on a nearby salmon hotbed.

The Canadian government, known to be sympathetic toward the salmon farming industry, takes its own science from select sources. It keeps close watch over six “indicator” rivers to ascertain that farms are not harming wild runs. One such river, the Glendale, features an artificial hatchery, and the highly boosted runs recorded year after year on this watershed are merged with less optimistic data, ultimately producing numbers that suggest there is no problem. Thus, industry life goes on as profitably as ever, and a whopping 85 percent of farmed Canadian salmon drops like candy from a piñata into the mouths of Americans.

“Change has to come from consumers,” Stewart says.

In California, salmon farming is currently illegal, but Mike Hudson, an on-hiatus salmon fisherman from Berkeley, believes that should consumption of farmed salmon skyrocket now that the wild is unavailable, it could be lights out and nails in the coffin for the already struggling Sacramento Chinook. Even if farming does not come to California, Hudson explains, the availability of farmed fish would preclude any need to protect the streams where our own salmon still spawn.

Hope for wild salmon everywhere lies largely with the chefs who feed us, says Fish’s Belov. “Chefs have a responsibility. When a customer comes in and asks, ‘Where’s my salmon?’ it’s the chef’s job to explain why there is no salmon now, but that there are alternatives.”

That’s what Belov does. At Fish, he offers local line-caught halibut, black cod, rockfish and albacore, some of which he catches himself and offloads directly at the rear of the restaurant.

Casson Trenor, development director of Fishwise, a nonprofit seafood-sustainability consultancy, says that the restaurant industry is driving many species into dire straits–even toward extinction. Trenor personally consults for Tataki Sushi and Sake Bar in San Francisco, a rare example of a 100 percent environmentally ethical sushi restaurant. “At Tataki, we’re interested in showing people new things and putting new items on the menu,” he says.

Tataki serves no bluefin, no hamachi and no farmed salmon–big profit makers for most sushi bars. But many chefs and restaurateurs are not so conscientious, says Trenor. They serve obvious no-no’s simply to compete with other restaurants.

“Some chefs and retailers are holding people back. They tell people that this or that farmed salmon is a sustainable one, and people believe it and buy it.”

Loch Duart, a farm in Scotland, receives much praise as a “sustainable” operation, and numerous restaurants nationwide embrace and endorse its product, including the Bay Area’s Chez Panisse, French Laundry and Poggio. The farm’s advocates point out that Loch Duart has taken important steps forward. It has minimized petrochemicals in pellet feed, reduced stock density and is rearing sea urchins onsite to absorb waste matter from the fish.

Yet Seafood Watch’s Peet believes Loch Duart is still not a responsible alternative to wild fish. “We have no data to bring their production off our red list,” he says. “They may be a different shade of red, but they’re still red.”

The current Sacramento Delta salmon crisis has nothing directly to do with aquaculture. It is almost certainly due to poor freshwater management. Hudson points to an abrupt increase in water diversions from the delta that began three years ago as the cause of the Chinook crash. That, says Hudson, tipped the ecosystem over the brink.

But recovery could come just as quickly.

“It could be so easy to bring back and maintain these runs, because salmon need just two things: abundant free-flowing water and gravel,” says Laura Anderson, owner of Newport’s Local Ocean Seafoods, another restaurant that has taken the no-farmed-salmon pledge.

In the meantime, says Belov, people must not view the salmon season closure as a solution.

“Stopping the fishing is the easiest fix for the public to see that something is being done, but what the salmon need to return is fresh water.”

Fortunately, salmon are extremely fast-growing and resilient, as fish go, and history shows that simple restoration of habitat in the rivers and streams where they spawn could bring the fish back within several years. In 1994, the winter run of Chinook salmon hit a heart-stopping low of 186 individual fish. Authorities took action and cleaned up the spawning habitat, poisoned at the time by a leaking mine, and within several years the run exploded to 8,000 fish.

Belov hopes to recruit dozens more restaurants in the next year to take the farmed salmon pledge and bring awareness to diners, but recruitment has been slow. “I believe most chefs are not doing what they could,” he says. “They’re more concerned with their appearances and what their reviews are.”

Belov’s aim as a restaurateur is to provide an honest, fresh meal from an honest source. Aesthetic pleasantries and service conventions come last.

“There’s no service here. I’m sorry. You have to grab your own silverware and you get a picnic table. If you don’t like that, sorry, but I’d rather spend my money on the fishermen than on my linens.”

But how will salmon fishermen survive without the Chinook? Many are dabbling already in other fisheries, but prospects are grim for making a living beyond the barrel-bodied, silver-skinned fish that they know so well.

“There are other fish, like halibut or black cod, but we’re not good at catching those,” Hudson says. “Whatever fishery you might be in, it takes a long time to get good at it. We’re salmon fishermen. Everyone tells us, ‘Hey, just go put on some different hooks and catch some other fish.'”

But even if Hudson and the fleet did bring in healthy hauls of the finest, most sustainable products our waters still have to offer, what difference would it make if the fish we buy comes from a farm?

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Letters to the Editor

06.25.08

From our constant reader

A cool and refreshing opinion piece from P. Joseph Potocki (“Playing the Hand Dealt,” Open Mic, June 11). Democrats, play the hand you’ve been dealt! Obama wasn’t my first choice, either. John Edwards seemed the better change agent (and a Southerner, to boot). But it won’t be the first time I’ve resolved to be hopeful about a politician who gave me doubts. As Potocki implies, look at the alternative. The country, the world, doesn’t have the leisure to sulk for another four years.

Another kind of cold came over me from Amanda Yskamp’s article on home-schooling (“Class Struggle,” June 11). What if all mothers followed Dawn Martin and maintained that they’d teach their children as God decreed? The answer to inadequate public schools is not pulling kids out of them but getting parents involved in them.

Don Mcqueen

Santa Rosa

Equal opp offense

Let’s face it, Santa Rosa is an urban planning disaster. Given this grim state of affairs, I offer a few modest urban planning proposals for Santa Rosa:

  • Pick up the Santa Rosa Plaza and drop it on its pathetic, dying brother in Coddingtown.

  • Raze the current section of Highway 101 that goes through Santa Rosa. Reroute 101 so that it goes through the western edge of the city instead (via South Wright/Fulton Road). Make this route 20 lanes wide. Try to minimize the impact on Roseland, as we don’t want to displace too many people who do actual work.

    The first two steps will open up a lot of space in the middle of town. But what do we put in all this newly opened space? Two suggestions:

  • Move the Railroad Square section of downtown to where the dumbass mall used to be. Sell the Wells Fargo Center for the Performing Arts to some evangelical nut case and build a new center right next to the newly unified downtown. Go out on a limb and give the new center one of those corny, rustic names, like the “Luther Burbank Center.”

  • Move SSU and all its student housing to where Highway 101 used to be.

    Finally, build the SMART train line, but after the downtown Petaluma station, have it go down the east side of the Petaluma River and end with a passenger ferry terminal at the Port Sonoma Marina.

    Yes, I know. My proposals are absurd. Not quite as absurd as the current situation, but absurd nonetheless. And, yes, my proposals would be quite expensive, but they would not cost as much as you might think. After all, any Marin County resident who boarded a SMART train could be charged 100 times the normal fare.

    Anonymous

    Santa Rosa

    Won’t even sign his or her name!

    Counseling counselors

    Being a Christian in the diversity of a postmodern world can sometimes feel like goosestepping naked through cold streets–a bit humiliating. But what the hey, I’m new to this thing and really didn’t become a Christian caring what anybody thought of me personally. However, I do care about my church and everything the sweet love of Jesus represents. So let me apologize for redemptive torture, vacuous televangelists, bombed abortion clinics and, yes, pedophilic priests.

    Reading Tom Mariani’s “Spiritual Stains” (Open Mic, June 4), and giving silent kudos to Martin Luther and the printing press, I felt a welling, undeniable empathy. Where does a respected spiritual leader go when he feels the inklings of the impure? In light of the reverence that some still hold for their religious counsel, does a priest dare prostrate himself and confess his faults to those who may lose faith? I would sincerely hope so. This is the tragic demise of Father Rogers and many before him, inside as well as outside the ornate veil of the Catholic juggernaut. Counselors need counseling, too.

    Trevor Moore

    Santa Rosa

    Dept. of Corrections

    The Buckshot Boys would like you to know that there are other members to their band than just drummer Skyler Coleman (“Youngabilly,” Critic’s Choice, June 18), who evidently received more than his fair share of attention in our recent small salute to the band. Please meet songwriter/vocalist/rhythm guitarist Cassidy Crowley, bassist Evan Saunders and guitarist Brett Beaudry. For correct dates on their upcoming gigs (you know who you are, evil fairies!), go to www.myspace.com/buckshotboys. And please, don’t pay too much attention to Skyler.

    The Ed.

    missing the beat


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    Heavy Baggage

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    06.25.08

    Lately I’ve been doing this thing called “Apocalypse Watch.” When I hear something disturbing, like scientist James Lovelock telling Rolling Stone magazine that global warming will have culled the world population from 6.6 billion to 500 million by 2100, or that Miley Cyrus thinks having her picture snapped by Annie Leibovitz is a reputation-destroying snafu, I make a little note of it.

    Last week, I added rent-a-purses to my list.

    If you’ve seen the new Sex and the City movie, you might recall a subplot involving Carrie Bradshaw’s assistant (Jennifer Hudson) renting a very ugly designer handbag on a weekly basis from a company called Bag Borrow or Steal (BBOS). Sadly, this is a real business, and, due to the unfounded popularity of what is considered a drab reincarnation of a much better television show, it’s booming.

    At www.bagborroworsteal.com you can “join in the fun” of borrowing designer bags and accessories for a weekly fee. It’s $15 and up to rent Coach and $150 and up to rent vintage, and you can choose from every hoity-toity designer on the market. Gucci! Prada! Fendi! And–oh, who cares.

    It’s not that bags are inherently evil or that I object to impoverished fashionistas who just want to be able to carry around the same black Prada fringe-bag (only $85 a week for BBOS members!) that Mary Kate Olsen, member of my Apocalypse Watch since 2006, carried one Tuesday when she went out shopping for another purse. (If Mary Kate is your celebrity of choice, no one can help you.) But in the immortal words of Gossip Girl: WTF?

    A quick sampling of the Net reveals I’m not the only one scratching my head over this Netflix-for-purses marketing plan. On Tech Beat, Sarah Lacy writes, “BBOS claims their service is like borrowing from your girlfriends. One important distinction–your friends don’t charge you a $100 lending fee plus shipping.” Elsewhere, bloggers seem put off by the concept of renting a used designer bag for the same price it would cost to buy a convincing knockoff. And on the Bag Blog, a number of customers claim to have been scammed by BBOS, which, despite some apparent complimentary trial offers, seems slap-happy about getting your credit card number anyway and laying down the regular $20 membership fee whether or not you tell them no.

    More disturbing to me, however, is the cultural obsession with handbags that has enabled companies like BBOS to spring up in the first place. Unlike shoes, the former fashion fetish of choice, handbags have always struck me as too utilitarian to convey any sort of fashion mystique. They’re for holding money and makeup, and are often coated with the bacteria of the same. They inevitably bulge with the receipts of things purchased, the wrappers of straws used and peppermints consumed. You carry tampons in your purse. You’re constantly, awkwardly fishing in their bulging, chaotic depths for that hideously vibrating cell phone or the MapQuest directions you negligently stuffed inside before you sped off on a trip to your girlfriend’s house. The most capitalistic of all fashion commodities, purses are things you put other things in. And so they remain the most unappealing commodity of all: visual proof of our cluttered, consumer society.

    According to Freud, purses are also supposed to be some sort of vaginal substitute. While there’s no doubt Freud could have found the sexual connotations in dry wall, the idea of the purse-as-vagina is interesting to contemplate, particularly when we consider how many vacant sex goddesses seem to be pushing the purse upon impressionable members of the cult of celebrity. (From here on in, words like “pushing” and “member” will inevitably be fraught with hilarious duality–just try to work through it.)

    Skanktards like Mary Kate Olsen and Victoria Beckham (what the hell do these women do again?), blonde people like Sienna Miller and Hayden Panettiere–these are the honeys with the most bags. Pink bags. Red bags. Fringed bags. Scaly bags. Glance at a fashion magazine and you’ll see that a big trend is the rounded satchel look, multiple orifices–I mean pockets–optional. That’s bags within bags, sistah!

    If men compensate for small penises by buying huge cars, what does it say when women adorn themselves with an endless succession of gaping, multipocketed handbags? Is this some sort of female pissing contest? Or a girls vs. guys standoff? Women in Hollywood still make less than their male counterparts and the pay discrepency between the salaries of regular men and women still stands between 7 and 20 percent, depending on who does the math.

    More amusingly, recent health studies have linked purses to the spread of disease. A study by the University of Arizona found that purses–so often set on the floors of public restrooms, movie theaters and restaurants–carry 100 times more bacteria than your average toilet seat. Everything from E. coli to hepatitis can lurk on the bottom of your rented Botkier, which seems somehow appropriate if you’re Amy Winehouse (pictured with her Botkier bag on BBOS), but also extremely gross when you consider how many women plunk their purses down on tabletops and counters where food is eaten or prepared.

    Giant bags weighing seven to 10 pounds also get a bad rap. Medical News Today reports that giant handbags slung over the same shoulder over and over again can strain your neck and back. If poor Amy has as much physical baggage as mental, she probably knows this already.

    As much as I despise the likes of Paris Hilton and Jessica Simpson, I wouldn’t wish E. coli on anyone. It is interesting to note, however, that these useless icons have perpetuated a craze that is literally as skanky as they are. Not only do their vaginal substitutes have their own faux STDs (thus reflecting what often happens to serial daters like Paris), the exorbitant amounts of money they’ve shelled out in order to possess the week’s hottest bag reflects their own place in popular culture–that of mindless eye candy. In the end, they’re just expensive, walking vaginas, garnering a brief, feverish affection before their 15 minutes get taken over by a Haylie, Nicky or Jamie Lynn.

    Of course, the very presence of the little-sister brigade means that cult-of-celebrity members will be able to go on emulating their favorite fashion plate for a great while yet. And that’s what really bites about the purse thing. Are we so enamored of wealth that we must imitate its every gesture?

    The Duff, Hilton and Spears sisters are all rather pretty, it’s true, but would we really be imitating them if they didn’t net $700,000 a month (Britney’s salary) or possess the power to buy a $1,400 Louis Vuitton wallet at the drop of a hat? Stripped of her awesome earning power, Paris Hilton is the airhead everyone despised in high school, Hillary Duff is just another unimaginative pop star and Jamie Lynn Spears is the sad, pathetic result of bad parenting. It is wealth alone that makes these women notable, a fact conveniently symbolized by their purse fetish.

    More than anything else, the purse represents money and prestige. The existence of companies like BBOS betrays the fact that such commodities are become increasingly more difficult for ordinary people to obtain.

    And yet, in the name of underweight, cosmetically enhanced fantasy figures, the trend persists, dreams of power and wealth somehow embodied by a microbe-resplendent receptacle for germs and credit card reciepts that will, by the time the consumer begs, borrows or steals it, already be obsolete in the almighty eyes of pop culture.

    There’s only one thing to say about that.

    Ladies, you’ve got baggage.


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    News Blast

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    06.25.08

    No dash for cash

    Clean campaigning is sweeping the nation, dollar by dollar, county by county, slowly changing the face of elections and leveling the playing field.

    California has recently joined an ever-growing collection of states intent on making publicly funded elections the norm, breaking away from the donor- and lobbyist-controlled campaign arena for good. The pros of this morally pristine strategy far outweigh the cons–not only do spending restrictions encourage more candidates to run, the voters become the central focus of a campaign.

    Moira Brennan, the Northern California director of California’s Clean Money Campaign, says that San Rafael’s recent adoption of clean campaigning is a precedent-setting move for California, a “critical building block,” because of the benefits for communities and voters.

    “There is a crisis in our election process,” Brennan says. “The government is not run for the benefit of ordinary citizens. I’m not cynical, but I really don’t think people think their vote counts. Things just don’t have to be this way.”

    Before even being granted consideration, potential candidates are required to agree to voluntary spending limits, refuse any contributions from private donors and refrain from spending their own money to ensure a spot on the ballot. The average expenses for even a small local campaign are estimated to be in the $45,000 range.

    Of course, some skeptics aren’t so sure that clean elections are that clean. First Amendment hawks have already cried foul with respect to the compulsory spending cap, and traditionalists claim that politics are meant to be dirty and unfair–always have been, always will be.

    “First of all,” Brennan laughs. “It’s a voluntary system. And I would argue that because you’re giving candidates who might not have bundles of money the opportunity to get their messages out, you’re creating more free speech, feeding into the marketplace of ideas.”

    The official launch of the San Rafael clean elections movement is slated for Monday, June 30, from 7pm to 9pm at the San Rafael City Hall. 1400 Fifth Ave., San Rafael.

    Can you hear me now?

    Sure, those wireless headsets are a tad dorky and make everyone look like a Secret Service agent, but beginning July 1, they are the only legal way to talk on the phone while driving. The California Highway Patrol would like to remind us that time spent driving is strictly for driving, so hang up the cellular or plug in that Bluetooth if a long-lost aunt just insists on catching up during the commute. Either that or leave the cell phone on speaker on the seat and yell into it while merging lanes on Highway 101. We recommend the headset.


    Goin’ Out West

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    06.25.08

    My friends and I have a running game in which we submit the most profanely ridiculous circumstances under which we’d see our favorite bands. “If there was a Jawbreaker reunion,” we ask each other, “but it’s in the middle of a jungle in Guam, accessible only by rusty machete, and they’re only playing four songs and tickets are $600, would you go?”

    Time and again, the artist who always wins in the zaniest scenarios is Tom Waits. And so it was last week that a friend and I embarked on the obsessed fans’ journey to Phoenix, Ariz., where the temperature was 115 degrees, to join the fellow faithful who’d been lucky enough to score $100 tickets. No machetes necessary!

    There are few artists I will travel such lengths to see, and the irony is not lost on me that the one at the top of the list lives a bike ride’s distance from my house. But the denim-clad Tom Waits that locals see digging through nails at Sebastopol Hardware is a completely different figure after donning the suit and taking the stage, and the transformation goes deeper the further from home he tours. No one in Phoenix, for example, could cite his regular coffee order at Flying Goat, and with an enigma like Waits, that’s a good thing.

    We cruised the Orpheum Theater during the show the night before. A young couple inched down the alleyway, placing their ears up to each door in hopes of hearing any traces of the magic being conjured inside. A blonde girl pleaded with the box office, trying desperately to beg her way in. And on the sidewalk, so fittingly out of place, two ramshackle street musicians warbled a torturously off-key duet of “Sentimental Journey” to the empty night.

    Our tickets, acquired through tenacity and dumb luck, were for the second night, and it was a chore to walk around town the next day and avoid hearing discussion of the previous night’s show. At record stores, junk shops, diners and bars, we continually had to ask people to please not tell us anything. “I’m gonna ruin it for you!” threatened a guy at the bar. “Tom Waits performed, and he was there for the whole night!”

    Throughout the city, places were either shut down or, at the least, feeling the presence. One store greeted us with a sign explaining why the doors were closed: “Sorry man, it’s Waits. Come back tomorrow at 11am.” No other explanation needed.

    A couple hours before the show, we entered an overflowing Irish pub a couple blocks from the theater. “Cold Water” was on the jukebox, and clusters of strangers toasted the Waits tour acronym when their beers arrived: “PEHDTSCKJMBA!” We shared a table with a couple who’d bought scalped tickets to the show the night before–very back row, in the balcony, $500 each. They told us they would’ve paid $1,500. The first dance at their wedding was “Take It with Me When I Go.” My wife and I danced to “Time,” I tell them, and our bond is instant.

    It’s not much of a stretch to call the Waits crowd a congregation. The guys dressed like him–bowler hats and vests–and the girls clung to them in vicarious longing. People toted LPs of Heartattack & Vineand Mule Variations, hoping for an autograph. Once in line, they moved swiftly inside, despite Waits’ insistence on anti-scalping measures requiring everyone to produce their credit card and ID at the door.

    As for the show–you can read reviews of the show anywhere online, including my own–it was utterly captivating. I slept under the escalator of the Phoenix airport later that night for a 6am flight back home, remembering that the last time I had slept on the floor of the Phoenix airport was to get home in time to catch Waits at the Raven Theater in 1996. During the fitful rest, a strange, whispery dream kept entering my head of an undefined figure in the mist, a metaphor for the night before.An atmosphere rather than a performance. Worlds rather than songs. A transfixion rather than a concert.

    So let’s continue the crazy game my friends and I have. I know it’s nuts to fly 800 miles to a scorching desert and sleep on the floor to see Tom Waits, but man, that’s nothing–I’ve got tickets to the show in Dublin, Ireland, next month. Stay tuned.

     To read the Phoenix review, go to .


    Wine Tasting Room of the Week

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    Reminiscent of the final scene of the original Indiana Jones movie, in which the Ark is warehoused into obscurity amid thousands of similar crates, millions of under-$20 wines await discovery in football-field-sized warehouses. Every bucolic wine country has its commercial underbelly, where tanks are fabricated, barrels are toasted, shipping is shipped. For Napa Valley, the name of that underbelly is American Canyon. Wine-wise, this is the territory of economy of scale, of vast, utilitarian storage–of, one supposes, Two Buck Chuck. But in one industrial park, just where the road dead-ends–at a vineyard, natch–there’s another guy. Call him Ten Buck Tony.

    Tony Cartlidge and Glenn Browne began in 1980, selling out 1,200 cases of Chardonnay. Today, Cartlidge and partners doggedly hold down a $10-$15 price point on premium California varietal wine in all the usual flavors, some appellation-designated. The winery receives perennial praise from none other than Robert Parker Jr., who can’t believe how so much flavor can be packed into a $10 bottle.

    With “Stick Your Nose in Our Business” as its motto, C&B operates a tasting room, unlike many value brands, out here in nowheresville. Beyond the inscrutable glass front, one finds the quiet murmuring of business-office banter that one might expect; and behind the bar, the most unexpected, energetic woman presses endless free tastings upon the visitor, introduces strangers and even offers marital advice and wine spritzer recipes in a thick Greek accent, imbuing the scene with Old World hospitality. Various people wander in and out, from the CEO to a truck-driving regular, for a taste or a one-liner.

    Despite the protestations of my Greek friend–and Parker–that it’s unoaked, I found the 2006 C&B Chardonnay’s ($11) brown sugar and butterscotch undermined by bitter wood. Next, the 2007 C&B Single Vineyard Sauvignon Blanc ($14) hits the varietal mark with a grassy strip on a steely palate, balanced with a dose of sweet fruit.

    A pallet or two above expectation, 2006 C&B Cabernet Sauvignon ($11) is serious with licorice and leather, with the company’s typical soft tannin profile; the Aussie-style 2004 C&B Syrah ($11) is an everlasting gobstopper with the quenching, big taste of black cherry juice. Among other C&B labels, the 2004 Moser Scharding Cabernet Sauvignon ($35) and 2003 Stratford Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon ($21) are indisputable bargains with all the cassis and tobacco and soft warmth of an Upvalley Cab. Another benefit of C&B’s economy of scale: they don’t bother stacking partial pallets of older vintages, instead selling spare bottles for $7 or less. Three cases for $48? Chuck has nothing on Tony.

    Cartlidge & Browne Winery, 205 Jim Oswalt Way, American Canyon. Open daily, 10am to 4pm. No tasting fee. 707.552.5199.



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    Shadow Economy

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    06.25.08

    This is the third of a multipart series on the state of the economy and how we got here.

     Wall Street is dangerously similar to German New Wave movies. Movies by Werner Herzog, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Margarethe von Trotta, Volker Schlöndorff, Wim Wenders–you know the genre. Their movies are difficult and dense. Mostly, they are horrid. I hate these movies, but have never forgotten one.

    I make the comparison because Wall Street, like German New Wave cinema, has always featured heroes with impossible dreams or people with unique talents in obscure fields. And like German New Wave, the obsessiveness of Wall Street’s main characters has also always taken the place of plot. The plan of Wall Street’s hot shots has always been that there is no plan. People are on their own. God is absent. Truth is elastic. The important thing is to keep on pushing.

    In the lives of these characters, whether from German New Wave or Wall Street, a lot is improvised. For both groups, life is lived in the theater of the ridiculous. In the Wall Street version, that materializes in statements such as “I am ridiculously rich” or “I am ridiculously lucky.” It’s generally the opposite for characters in German New Wave.

    In German New Wave movies, chickens often stand in for people. It’s too painful to watch a German New Wave movie without a little existential comic relief every now and then, and the directors know it. There are long shots of chickens on the beach, buried up to their necks in sand, as the tide comes in. Shots of dancing chickens. Hypnotized chickens. Cannibalistic chickens. Dwarves throwing chickens. Chickens talking to themselves. Chickens jumping off of cliffs.

    Lately, the chickens have come home to roost on Wall Street. And like German New Wave cinema, the stories coming out of Wall Street this year are touched by the ridiculous, but more fundamentally Wagnerian in scope, influenced by operatic themes. Themes like character, ambition, greed, scandal, disgrace, bankruptcy, ignominy, shame and even justice.

    Yes, justice.

    Bear Stearns Bust

    On Thursday, June 19, the FBI made its first big bust since last summer’s subprime mess, the first big bust since the housing and credit crises that followed the subprime mess pushed our country into a recession.

    Hooray for the FBI. They busted hundreds of housing developers, mortgage lenders and brokers, lawyers, real estate agents and appraisers across the country, while two hedge fund managers on Wall Street were arrested in a separate but related case. (Incidentally, those two guys were referred to, but not named, in our May 28 article, “Secrets and Lies,” about Bear Stearns.)

    FBI director Robert Mueller was quick to congratulate himself. “This dragnet operation is an example of our unified commitment to address a significant crime problem,” he told reporters. “The FBI will continue to direct its investigative and analytic resources toward the mortgage fraud and corporate securities fraud that threaten our nation’s economy.”

    Nice start, Bob.

    The fact that the investigation is ongoing underscores that the problems on Wall Street are not isolated to even a few hundred bad apples.

    “These arrests make it clear that the causes of our credit problems are very broad-based and can’t be put at the feet of any one player,” Mark Zandi of Moody’s said at the same press conference. “It makes it clear that everyone was involved to one degree or another–from lender to investment banker to hedge fund manager–all the way from the bottom to the top.”

    You forgot to mention someone, Mr. Zandi. You too, director Mueller.

    Prime brokers. The new masters of the universe.

    Among all their colleagues on Wall Street, it is the prime brokers who dream the most impossible dreams and who have the most unique talents in the most obscure fields.

    If Werner Herzog were to make a movie about Wall Street today, he would be looking into the face of the prime broker. I’m reading from a possible movie review: “The face of the prime broker has the quality of a dream–at once vivid, but vague; easy to touch, but beyond reach; at once scary like science fiction and ethereally lovely like a fantasy. It is a beautiful face, reflected in the eerie blue of a computer screen, but in the end, it is the last face you will see before the market crashes.”

    So who are they, these prime brokers? These guys who print the new money in the shadow banking system? These guys who live for all that is unregulated and opaque?

    First of all, they are not regular people.

    “They are professional madmen,” said Warren Buffet in his famous 2005 speech to shareholders at Berkshire Hathaway.

    Except for Warren Buffet, nobody spoke up. Since Buffet’s speech, billions and billions of dollars, perhaps a trillion, were stashed in offshore accounts, as Wall Street managed its own fortune. (It’s a myth that Wall Street manages the fortunes of its clients. It does not. It serves itself the cake. We’re lucky if a few crumbs fall off the plate.)

    Let’s now break this silence, and with it the omerta of prime brokerage.

    ‘Unspoken Terror’

    It all started innocently enough, generically enough.

    In the beginning, through the 1980s and ’90s, prime brokers were the guys at big investment banks like UBS, Morgan Stanley, Merrill Lynch, Goldman Sachs, Bear Stearns, Lehman Brothers, etc., who supported the nascent hedge fund industry with basic services.

    A hedge fund start-up–and there were thousands of them back in the ’80s and ’90s, as many as 8,000 at one time–usually bought a basic package from a prime broker. The core services in the package included global custody (clearing, custody and asset servicing; no problem, all plain vanilla); securities lending (especially for what’s called “naked short sales,” which is illegal); financing (facilitating the crazy extreme leverage at hedge funds, sometimes as high as 40-to-1); customized technology (providing hedge funds with reporting necessary to value positions and risk; this is where things started to get funky); and operational support (prime brokers became the hedge fund’s primary operations contact with all other members of the broker-dealer community, and oh, did this invite abuse).

    It is easy to see how young hedge funds became so dependent on prime brokers. Prime brokers served as incubators for hedge fund hatchlings that were proliferating like so many baby chicks at a Tyson chicken farm.

    In addition to all the above services, prime brokers also provided what is quaintly called “value-added” services in the hedge fund industry, including capital introduction (introductions to the prime broker’s institutional clients and other possible investors, a blatant conflict of interest but nobody in Congress cared); office space leasing and services (read: free or discounted office space, replete with staff and support–a bribe for business? you bet); risk management advisory services (prime brokers advising hedge funds on the very same junk bonds they secretly wanted to dump on them); and something ambiguously called “consulting services” (often focused on how hedge funds could circumvent established regulatory requirements, usually by domiciling operations beyond the jurisdiction of U.S. law).

    It got worse after 2000.

    Introduce swaps and derivatives into the mix. Yeah, baby. Things suddenly got really interesting. Preserving the integrity of the balance sheet at hedge funds got thrown out the window as swaps and derivatives grew, including the exponential growth of something called “synthetic positions.”

    “Synthetic” means fake, bogus, fixed, fraudulent. It’s that simple. Add to synthetic positions the liquidity of the first years of our decade as Alan Greenspan brought interest rates down to almost nothing, and you get the picture. In one year alone, from 2005 to 2006, the market for credit default swaps, just one product, grew from $12.4 trillion to $26 trillion.

    Most markets are a zero-sum game, meaning there are an equal number of winners and losers. For every dollar someone makes, someone else loses a dollar. Prime brokers changed all that. Because prime brokers never lost.

    Prime brokers acting as the hedge fund industry’s only interface with the world (see “operational support,” above) were able to create a shadow banking system where the counterparties to any hedge fund’s trades were unknown, even to the hedge fund. Add to that opaqueness a lack of infrastructure where a lot of trades are unconfirmed or delayed, and there are the makings for greatest bank heist in history.

    While the Federal Reserve Bank has since 1996 published reports on these obvious problems, it wasn’t until September 2005 that the Fed addressed what was termed the “unspoken terror” of settlement issues among prime brokers.

    Funny that it took two more years before Congress noticed. All it took to get their attention were last summer’s subprime mess, the blow-up at Bear Stearns and a country plunged into a recession.

    Shadow Masters

    Dreamers and those with unique talents in obscure fields are the folks who built the shadow banking system. They are the prime brokers.

    Like actors in a Werner Herzog movie, they inhabit a strange new world, one as big as the traditional banking system or bigger, but where there are no federally insured deposits and where shadow banks neither have nor want–or even need–access to short-term borrowing from the Fed or any other central bank during times of crisis. It’s a world where no risk is too great, where collateral isn’t necessary, where there are no capital requirements and where counterparties are never identified. Shadow banks are beyond the reach of law, are almost always found offshore and redefine the term “international crime organization.” Indeed, because shadow banks always make money, they would even profit from the collapse of the global financial system. They might even cause it to happen.

    Prime brokers have been the new masters, no question about it. But their primacy may finally be threatened.

    “This bright new financial system–for all its talented participants, for all its rich rewards–has failed the test of the market place,” said Paul Volker, former president of the Federal Reserve, during a speech I attended in April. “It adds up to a clarion call for reform.”

    Two months later, at a press conference where I was also present, Timothy Geithner, president of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York, answered that call.

    “The structure of the financial system changed radically during the boom, with dramatic growth outside the traditional banking system,” Geithner warned in his speech, adding that unregulated growth in opaque assets made the last crisis difficult to manage and could make a future crisis impossible to manage.

    And two weeks before the FBI busted those two guys at Bear Stearns, U.S. Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson said the Federal Reserve should “be allowed to collect information from large complex financial institutions.” He said, “Regulators should have a clear path toward figuring out how to intervene in a crisis and how to close a failed brokerage firm.”

    Sounds like Paulson is expecting more trouble. If this were a New Wave German film instead of the banal horror of real life, someone would figure out that it must be time to pull out the chickens.


    Insane Situation

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    The Russian River Empowerment Center occupies a simple, two-story house a block behind Guerneville’s Main Street. To reach it from the west corner, you have to step into the narrow roadway to avoid a puddle–inexplicable in the middle of a drought–and the neighbor’s red canoe.

    The hand-painted green-and-white sign and the small reception desk by the front door signify that it isn’t a private residence anymore. Otherwise, it seems like a family home. Inside, depending upon the time of day, a couple of people might be sitting on sofas waiting for a class, somebody might be cleaning up the kitchen after lunch or perhaps a small group will be seated around the redwood table on the back deck, enjoying a quiet conversation.

    In the middle of a mental healthcare landscape fraught with frustration, controversy and compromises that satisfy no one, the Empowerment Center is an oasis of serenity.

    “Everyone who comes here says, ‘Oh, it’s so calm,'” agrees Jess Wolfe, one of three staff members who run the center.

    Wolfe, like colleagues Mary Black and Deanne Rocchietti, is a current or former mental healthcare consumer. Wolfe is a child-abuse survivor who has healed herself through a combination of traditional and alternative therapies. Her position as program coordinator at the center, she says, suits her perfectly because she has a lot of hard-won expertise to share.

    The center is open Tuesdays through Fridays, offering a full schedule of support groups, dance, writing and stress reduction workshops, potluck lunches and beach hikes. There are also little self-guided stations set up with materials and suggestions for drawing and painting, writing and deep-breathing exercises. But mostly it is a safe place to spend some time, prepare a snack or meal in the fully supplied kitchen and cut through the isolation that surrounds many people who live with mental illness.

    “A lot of what we do here is about relationships,” says Wolfe, her face beaming with happiness. “I’ve been homeless. I’ve been on welfare. We can all offer each other a different perspective or a way out of the mess we’re in.”

    One of the regular members, Russian River resident Leah Clark, agrees.

    “It’s about changing life’s stories. We’ve had some real breakthroughs,” she says.

    The operating premise at the center is that people with mental illness are more than just their condition. And the center’s goal is to help people live full, productive lives.

    There are 55 regular members of the center with an average of about 12 participating each day. All of the activities are free to anybody who wants to participate, whether or not they have an official diagnosis of mental illness. There are monthly meetings and basic rules of conduct to ensure that everyone is safe.

    At What Cost Health?

    Of course, all of this comes at a cost, which is currently covered by a grant from the state Mental Health Services Act (MHSA), approved by voters in 2004 as Proposition 63.

    The act, funded by a 1 percent tax on Californians earning more than $1 million annually, poured $3.5 million into Sonoma County mental health services during the 2006-2007 fiscal year. Statewide, the total is about $1.2 billion per year, more than originally anticipated.

    That might seem like peanuts considering that Sonoma County budgeted $47 million last year for its mental health programs, but as state and federal budgets get tighter every year, it is still significant.

    In its first phase, the MHSA has provided Sonoma County with money for two peer-operated wellness centers, outpatient treatment for 50 offenders with mental illness through the county’s Mental Health Court and additional services for children, teens, families, adults and seniors, homeless people and substance abusers. Under the act’s provisions, at least 50 percent of the money has to be spent on partnerships with nongovernmental agencies.  

    In addition to the cash infusion, which cannot be diluted by budget deficits, the act also sets out other provisions that make it unique. The framers of Proposition 63 included a requirement that all of the programs funded with the money must be new. That means that counties can’t use the money to supplement existing standard programs, potentially opening the door to new ways of doing things.

    The MHSA also provides money to fund a planning process for each phase, a process that is open to the public. The first chunk of the money is designated for services; the second phase for prevention and early intervention. Smaller portions of the money are designated for innovations, capital facilities and technology, education and training.

    Beginning in 2004, the county held dozens of meetings to determine how to spend the services portion of the money. Currently, it is in the middle of planning sessions for the prevention and intervention phases.

    “The hard part of this is that the community is going to have to identify priority groups and priority approaches,” says Mike Kennedy of the Sonoma County Mental Health Department. “The trick is, do you want to go a mile wide and 12 inches deep, or do you want to really focus?”

    It’s a tough question when there are so many gaps in the county’s mental health services. One of the big holes already identified is the lack of intervention programs for youngsters who exhibit early signs of mental illness.

    If a program were already in place, it’s possible that Sebastopol teen Jeremiah Chass might still be alive. His family might have had the resources to help him before he had a March 2007 episode of mental decompensation and was shot to death by sheriff’s officers in his own driveway.

    With at least two other police killings of mental health patients in less than a year, the county is experiencing a mental health crisis of its own. Families of two of the victims have filed suit in federal court. Chass’ family is suing the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department, and both the wife and mother of the late Richard De Santis, a bipolar man killed by police in September 2007, are suing the Santa Rosa Police Department.

    Point Arena resident Valerie Barber, whose mentally ill son Jesse Hamilton was killed by Santa Rosa police in January, says that he had been released too soon from a halfway house into a group home with minimal supervision and was unable to take care of himself. Hamilton had stopped taking his medication and was allegedly wielding a knife when police shot him.

    “[The halfway house staff] said he had graduated,” she explains. “They told me, ‘Why are you trying to hold him back?’ They belittled me for being concerned. They told me there wasn’t any more funding [for him] for that level of care. They don’t pay for ongoing care in a halfway home if you’re not sick enough to be in a hospital.”

    Nowhere to Go

    Sonoma County’s mental healthcare system made headlines recently over the closures of two acute psychiatric inpatient facilities. Last June, the county shut down Santa Rosa’s Psychiatric Emergency Services, known more familiarly as the Norton Center, saying it was losing $2 million to $3 million a year because the average daily population had dropped to less than half the facility’s capacity. And this February, Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital closed its psychiatric hospital on Fulton Road, claiming $22 million in losses.

    That leaves the county with no inpatient care for people facing acute mental health problems. The county provides emergency care at Norton for 23 hours or up to three weeks in a six-bed halfway house. After that, it sends patients to Marin General in Greenbrae and two Seventh-Day Adventist-run hospitals in St. Helena and Vallejo.

    To fix the problem, the county has initiated roundtable discussions with representatives from local hospitals. The two alternatives being considered are a 60- to 84-bed regional hospital at the Fulton Road facility, which would be run by a private company, Psychiatric Solutions, or a 16-bed hospital at an undetermined location, which would be shared by Kaiser Permanente and the county. Norton is too costly to retrofit, says Art Ewart, Sonoma County’s director of mental health.

    Sonoma County isn’t alone in facing a broken and bleeding mental healthcare system, says Rosemary Milbrath, director for the National Association on Mental Illness Sonoma County, who estimates that California has lost 700 mental health beds in the last year. And, she adds, it is a nationwide trend.

    Part of the loss can be attributed to new, noncustodial ways of treating those with mental illness, but a lot of it comes down to lack of money. Ewart says that the state’s mental health budget is underfunded by 50 percent. Locally, that means one worker is generally responsible for 30 to 40 clients. Ideally, Ewart says, it should be a 10-to-1 caseload.

    “The people we serve in the community are not getting sufficient treatment,” he says.

    According to retired county mental health worker Marty Gerber, mental health services in California were at their peak in 1982. Since then, it’s all been downhill, with clients and overworked clinicians paying the price.

    Mobile Medicine

    One program falling victim to funding loss was a mobile crisis unit that teamed mental health workers with police officers. Sonoma County tried it for six months a decade ago but dropped it when the money ran out.

    “It’s difficult to prove a program like that works,” Ewart says, who was there when it happened.

    But mobile units seem to be doing their job in San Mateo County and in Berkeley, where such a program has been in place since the 1970s.

    Officer Andrew Frankel of the Berkeley Police Department agrees that it isn’t possible to prove for certain that the city’s Mobile Crisis Response Unit makes a difference, but he says his fellow officers consider the mental health workers “valued members of the team.”

    “We work hand in hand,” he says. “They come to the roll calls at the change of shift twice a day [when officers debrief their shifts]. They are a great resource for us. We can call for help anytime there is erratic behavior from a suspect. It is nice to get on the radio and have a subject-matter expert show up at the scene.”

    While there may be no way to determine if the Mobile Crisis Response Unit has been a factor, Frankel says that there haven’t been any police-involved killings in Berkeley in the eight years he has been on the force.

    “It’s become part of the way officers act with cases,” says therapist and mobile crisis unit member David Wee.

    The unit is on call from 11am to 11pm every day. Members carry police radios so they can either do joint response to calls with the police or be available for consultation and backup.

    Police can also use the radios to keep tabs on mental health workers when they respond to a situation on their own. According to Wee, emergency dispatch refers about half of the incoming calls for help directly to the unit. But when there is the threat of violence, police show up first and the mental health workers “provide the response once the situation is safe.”

    Police and Mobile Crisis Response Unit members can also work together to help people with mental health problems before they reach a crisis.

    This kind of close cooperation between law enforcement and mental health workers is also the key to the success of the San Mateo County Mental Health Assessment and Referral Team (SMART) in the South Bay.

    The team is made up of specially trained paramedics who can assess a person with apparent mental health problems, place her on a 72-hour hold if necessary and escort her to the county’s inpatient psychiatric facility.

    “Basically how it works,” says Teri Wilcox, clinical services manager for SMART, “is somebody calls 911, the operator calls a police officer to respond. The officer assesses the situation and calls for a SMART paramedic if it is a code 2 [nonviolent] situation. The SMART paramedic arrives, talks with the person, consults with a mental health clinician or psychiatrist by phone, and then recommends what action should be taken. If the paramedic decides to take the person to a hospital or other facility, he or she provides the transportation in a special vehicle.”

    The Assessment and Referral Team is on duty 24/7, and there are always mental health clinicians on call for consultation.

    The county’s mental health department also provides crisis-intervention training for officers so that they can better respond to suspects with mental health problems.

    “One of the main things about the training is to help the officer understand what’s going on with the patient. It teaches the officer to react with words and compassion,” Wilcox says.

    In addition to working together in the field, officers, mental health clinicians and other agencies also meet monthly to “discuss difficult cases” and find solutions.

    “It really helps when law enforcement and other groups work together to help people turn their lives around,” Wilcox says.

    Several officers in the Santa Rosa Police Department and the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department, and one from Healdsburg, recently participated in the same training. Wilcox says Mike Kennedy of the Sonoma County Mental Health Department took the training in San Mateo and then brought it back.

    The county paid for the training with MHSA money, according to Kennedy, who plans on continuing the three-day training sessions with other police departments in the county.

    “If over the next couple of years we can train 300 officers, it would make a big difference,” he says.

    Taxpayer, Tax Thyself

    Officers schooled in responding to people with mental illness would fill some of the gaping holes in a structure that is in serious need of repair. But the mental healthcare system still needs more money, and retired county mental health worker Marty Gerber, who worked within the system for 20 years, has a plan. Sonoma County residents should tax themselves for mental health services like they do for open space acquisition.

    “I believe a one-quarter of 1 percent sales tax will take care of many, if not all, of our mental health services financial woes,” he wrote in a letter to Sonoma County supervisors. “Terminating or privatizing services will not solve our problems.”

    Gerber believes voters would be willing to pay if supporters mounted a serious campaign, door-to-door and at shopping malls. Family members of the mental health patients killed by police would put a human face on the campaign by endorsing it.

    Meanwhile, at least one supervisor is trying to drum up cash in another way. Sonoma Valley supervisor Valerie Brown, who is also a licensed therapist, went to Washington, D.C., in March with a group from the National Association of Counties to lobby for more mental health dollars.

    She said the U.S. Department of Justice “isn’t aware of the sheer number” of mentally ill inmates and the importance of more and better mental health services to keep them out of jail.” So she gave them the facts and the figures. 

    “Our hope is the federal government will see what is going on and will provide money to treat the mentally ill outside the jails,” she says, still not knowing if her efforts paid off in cash.

    Through it all–the budget shortages and the screaming headlines–mental healthcare providers have organized on their own to make the system better.

    Stella Rijeka is the coordinator for the four-year-old Mental Health Coalition of Sonoma County. Her regular job is in the community benefits department of Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital, and the time she spends with the mostly volunteer coalition is her boss’ in-kind contribution to the effort.

    Rijeka says that the coalition has been organizing a website and a social marketing campaign in the hopes of making mental health services more accessible to the public and removing the stigma that mental illness carries in the community. The group has created binders with a list of mental healthcare resources for distribution to hospitals, clinics and other healthcare providers. The list will be posted on the coalition’s website this summer.

    The coalition is also organizing a series of public forums in the fall to bring together everybody in the county involved in mental healthcare to tie together the loose and fraying ends of what it calls “the continuum of care.”

    “We want to shift people’s consciousness,” Rijeka says. “When we say mental health, we mean health, not illness.”

      

    BOXES

     Warning Signs

    The American Psychiatric Association lists these as signs that adults may be experiencing the onset of mental illness:

     

  • Marked personality change

  • Inability to cope with problems and daily activities

  • Strange or grandiose ideas

  • Excessive anxieties

  • Prolonged depression and apathy

  • Marked changes in eating or sleeping patterns

  • Extreme highs and lows

  • Abuse of alcohol or drugs

  • Excessive anger, hostility or violent behavior

    For signs specific to children and teens, visit the website at [ http://www.healthyminds.org/warningsigns.cfm ]www.healthyminds.org/warningsigns.cfm.

        

    Looking for Help?

    A Clip ‘n’ Go guide

    With so much conflicting information on Sonoma County mental health services, here is a short list to hang on to in the unfortunate event that you or a loved one suffers a crisis.

    Emergency Services

    Sonoma County Psychiatric Emergency Services County officials say that nobody will be turned away from this county-funded psychiatric center. Provides evaluations and referrals. 3322 Chanate Road, Santa Rosa (near Sutter Hospital). 707.576.8181 or call 911.

    Kaiser Permanente The emergency room offers psychiatric evaluation to members and nonmembers alike. 401 Bicentennial Way, Santa Rosa. 707.393.4000.

    Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital The emergency room provides psychiatric evaluation for everyone. 1165 Montgomery Drive, Santa Rosa. 707.546.3210.

    Inpatient Services

    There are no inpatient facilities for psychiatric patients in Sonoma County.

    The county sends its patients to Marin General Hospital (250 Bon Aire Road, Greenbrae; 415.925.7663) or to Adventist Health at St. Helena Hospital in St. Helena (710 Woodland Road, St. Helena; 707.963.3611) or its Center for Behavioral Health in Vallejo (525 Oregon St., Vallejo; 707.648.2200).

    Non-Emergency

    Sonoma County Community Mental Health Centers Four sites offer psychiatric appointments for on-going treatment, including medication. For Guerneville, call 707.869.4007. For Petaluma, Sonoma or Cloverdale, call 707.769.5270 or toll-free 1.887.700.5270.

    Redwood Community Health Clinics Independently operated regional health centers offering general healthcare, including psychiatric and psychological treatment, on a sliding scale. They also take Medi-Cal and Medicare. Healdsburg, Alliance Medical Center, 707.431.8234. Petaluma Health Center, 707.559.7500. Sonoma Valley Community Health Center, 707.939.6070. Southwest Community Health, Santa Rosa, 707.547.2222. West County Health Centers: Guerneville, 707.869.2849; Occidental, 707.874.2444.

    Santa Rosa Free ClinicVolunteer-run clinic offers free, drop-in, healthcare including psychiatric care two days a week, as well as other services. 465 A St., Santa Rosa (in the Catholic Charities family shelter). 707.546.6479.

    Lomi School Foundation and Psychotherapy Clinic Interns provide sliding-scale psychotherapy by appointment, offering a combination of talk therapy and bodywork. 534 B St., Santa Rosa. 707.579.0465.

    Chrysalis Counseling Services for Women Interns provide sliding scale psychotherapy for women. 1821 Fourth St., Santa Rosa. 707.545.1670.

    Social Advocates for YouthThe center offers psychotherapy and many other services, including 24-hour crisis intervention, for youth dealing with homelessness, addiction, mental illness and any other situations that puts them at risk. There are services in Santa Rosa, Sonoma and Healdsburg. 707.544.3299.

    Petaluma People Services Center This agency offers psychotherapy on a sliding scale and many other services. There are Spanish-speaking counselors on staff. 1500-A Petaluma Blvd. S., Ste. A, Petaluma. 707.765.8488.

    Family Service Agency of Sonoma County Nonprofit offering mental health and other services on a sliding scale. 751 Lombardi Court, Santa Rosa. 707.545.4551.

    Russian River Counselors A private nonprofit offering psychotherapy and group counseling for children and adults on a sliding scale. It also accepts Medi-Cal and Medicare. 19375 Hwy. 116, Monte Rio. 707.865.1200.

    Peer Support Centers

    Russian River Empowerment Center A drop-in center offering classes and support groups. It is staffed and run by peers. 16229 Third St., Guerneville. 707.604.7264.

    Wellness and Advocacy Center This is a peer-operated drop-in center with groups and classes for the seriously mentally ill under the aegis of Goodwill Industries. Programs are in both English and Spanish. 3400 Chanate Road, Santa Rosa. 707.565.7800.

    Interlink Self Help Center Also connected to Goodwill Industries, this center provides classes, peer support, advocacy and other services to the seriously mentally ill. 1033 Fourth St., Santa Rosa. 707.546.4481.

    –L.P.

       

    Having Your Say

    Public hearings and meets

    Sonoma County Mental Health Board This board advises the county’s mental health department. It includes providers, consumers and other interested people. It meets the third Tuesday of each month. The July 15 meeting will be held in Guerneville. Call 707.565.4854 for details.

    Mental Health Services Act The planning groups for determining how to spend the county’s Proposition 63 meet at Santa Rosa’s Glaser Center. For dates and times, call 707.565.4854 or go to www.sonoma-county.org/health.

    Mental Health Coalition of Sonoma County This volunteer group composed primarily of mental health providers is planning a series of community forums in the fall. Stay tuned for dates, times and locations.

    –L.P.


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