Bottoms Up!

03.05.08

T he Sustainability Center of Fairfax is a beautiful example of a bottom-up system that is flourishing. Located in downtown Fairfax, the Sustainability Center is an extension of the nonprofit Sustainable Fairfax, formed by grassroots activists Rebekah Collins and Odessa Wolfe in 1999 with the intentions of promoting the ecology, local economy and community of their town. The Sustainability Center, which opened its doors in October of 2007, is an opportunity for this inspiring organization to offer a tangible example of the best living practices for the community and the environment.

I speak with Pam Herrero, who has been the center’s executive director since 2004, about the center’s many projects and endeavors. What she goes on to describe makes me think a little bit harder about what it means to be part of a bottom-up movement. Running a successful grassroots effort, where the decisions are made by a group of people working together to create change, takes an incredible amount of time and dedication. Once again I find myself awed by the fact that there are so many people willing to sacrifice their free time and their money to make something like this possible. Instead of working on their own personal post-ecological disaster bunkers, should the environmental movement fail in its directive to save us from extinction, they are putting their efforts into making the community of Fairfax a safer place for everyone.

The Sustainability Center has a permaculture demonstration in the backyard that features flood mitigation and water reclamation for the home user. The garden space is open to the public anytime, and is the home for various events throughout the year. Inside the center, a volunteer is available to answer questions, give tours of the facility and act as a resource for people coming in off the streets with burning questions about saving the earth. If they don’t know the answer, Herrero tells me, they will find out. There is a library available with books on a wide variety of sustainability issues, as well as interactive displays that focus on such issues as electricity, water and the three e’s of sustainability—environment, ecology and equity.

The center also serves as an information holding place for other nonprofits, many of which do not have a public facility where they can display their brochures and materials. Herrero says the center considers itself a resource not just for community members, but also for other grassroots organizations. Part of the Sustainable Fairfax mission is to lend its support to other groups engaging in projects and activities that will lead to bigger and better things for the environment.

With the help of a supportive city government, as well as other local activists, Sustainable Fairfax has been successful in installing recycling bins downtown, setting up a battery-recycling program, instituting a pesticide ban and making additional bike racks available at the local farmer’s market. Herrero tells me of one recent effort where Sustainable Fairfax combined its talents with another grassroots organization, the Inconvenient Group.

Together, they purchased bio-bags to hand out at the local farmers market. In just one night, 1,200 bags were used by shoppers, in place of the usual plastic disposables, numbers which prompted the activists involved to contact the much larger Marin Farmer’s Market and encourage it to institute a disposable-bag ban of its own. Currently, Sustainable Fairfax is working on a controversial plastic-bag ban in all of Fairfax, as well as creating an ordinance for zero waste in the downtown area.

In addition to its community endeavors, the center also offers monthly education events as a way of promoting ideas and creating a space for people with similar concerns to come together and pool their enthusiasm and varied talents. Past workshops have included the 100-mile holiday food event, sustainable seafood, what to drive (if you must), local birdsong talk and the highly recommended fungi forage.

Herrero attributes part of the nonprofit’s success to the dedicated board members, each of whom heads a separate committee that focuses on one aspect of the organization. By creating separate committees, they have been able to delegate the work, thereby keeping the program focused and running effectively. The center is always looking for volunteers and offers a two-day training for those wishing to staff the center during open hours. While bottom-up endeavors of this sort are indisputably a hell of a lot of work, the benefits to the community as a whole are clear. Sustainable Fairfax has helped to create a place where we all should be lucky enough to live.

The Fairfax Sustainability Center, 611 Bolinas Road, Fairfax. Open to the public, Friday&–Saturday, 10am to 6pm. 415.455.9114. www.sustainablefairfax.org.


Notes from the Recession

03.05.08

D oes mounting economic stress have you reaching for the Nytol? No need to fret. A new glossy is here to help. Celeb Staff magazine knows you’ll never be a billionaire, so the pub glamorizes and promotes working for one instead. Celeb Staff is all about helping others fulfill lifelong dreams to be the “butler, personal assistant, nanny, manny, estate manager, personal chef, personal trainer, housekeeper, house manager, bodyguard, stylist, nutritionist, event planner, etc.” for some master of industry or lucky offspring. What’s more, Celeb Staff’s home page guarantees a Stepford-like transformation, insisting that upon joining the ranks of faithful domestics, you too will “have one objective—to provide top of the line services to (your) SUPER wealthy bosses.”

Celeb Staff is published in Beverly Hills. Makes perfect sense. The Golden State harbors more than one-tenth of the world’s billionaires. But nowhere in California will you find a higher concentration of wealth than right here in the nine-county San Francisco Bay Area. According to Wells Fargo, about 180,000 households in the Bay Area have at least a million dollars in assets. Given land-value assessments, that’s mere pin money. According to Forbes’ 2007 survey, 44 of the world’s 946 billionaires call the S.F. Bay Area home. These fab 44 boast a combined worth of $150.2 billion, up six billionaires and $53.8 billion from just two years earlier.

Naturally, these über-rich folk have spreads requiring lots and lots of help, which means burgeoning job opportunities for the peasantry. According to Celeb Staff , mansion size directly correlates to job opportunities. Mansions sized 5,000&–10,000 square feet typically require housekeepers, a personal assistant, nannies and a household manager. For residences 30,000 square feet and up, look for maintenance costs running a cool $3 million a year or so. Celeb Staff suggests these households employ 10 butlers, 12 laundresses, 20 security personnel and 30 housekeepers. Who said we’re on the verge of a recession?

According to Richard Weil of San Francisco’s Hill & Co. Real Estate, luxury patrician properties above $6 million “have been largely unaffected by the downturn affecting the rest of the housing market.” And a press release published Feb. 25 by the First Republic Prestige Home Index notes that “in Marin County, the upper tier is stronger than the lower end of the luxury market.”

In other words, while homes once valued at a million dollars or less drop down the rabbit hole, and even so-called prestige homes clocking in at four or five mil tilt slightly, estates priced at $6 million or more are both in demand and skyrocketing in price. Says Coldwell Banker’s Sue Crawford, “In the past few weeks, we have had some phenomenal sales in Atherton and some very large sales in Woodside. People with money aren’t as impacted by what’s happening with interest rates.”

No kidding.

As an antidote to Celeb Staff , there’s the website Too Much: A Commentary on Excess and Inequality. Too Much is published by the nonprofit Council on International and Public Affairs and offers such fascinating tidbits as the fact that “an $80,000-a-year software engineer would have to work over 10,000 years to bring home as much as [Oracle’s Larry] Ellison did in five.” Ellison, of course, is the $21.5 billion South Bay sweetie attributed with the quote, “Winning is not enough. All others must lose.”

Stop it. Enough rich-bashing! Aren’t unfettered monetary accumulations the very philosophical underpinning of the American dream? Isn’t this how it’s always been here in the Land of the Free?

Well, no.

At its inception, this country was largely agrarian, and while class and wealth were issues, disparities between the wealthy and the poor were slim by today’s standards. All that changed with the aptly named Gilded Age following the Civil War. The Gilded Age gave rise to Eastern-based robber barons. Meanwhile, here in the West, plunderers like the Big Four and the Silver Kings continued the inexorable greed-grope that began with James Marshall’s discovery of Sierra gold in 1848.

Some of these plundercrats met their match in the first of two Roosevelt presidents. Teddy broke up their corrupt monopolistic “trusts.” But it was Teddy’s cousin, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who firmly established America’s middle class in the wake of our nation’s worst economic calamity, the Great Depression.

It’s no wonder today’s greed-is-good crowd revile FDR. Roosevelt, among his many contributions to level the economic playing field, actually wanted maximum-wage legislation in 1942. Had FDR succeeded, all personal income over $25,000 a year would have been subjected to a 100 percent tax. That would be equivalent to allowing anyone to make $300,000 a year in today’s money and not one penny more . Though the 1942 bill failed to pass, Congress agreed on a 94 percent tax on incomes over $200,000 just two years later.

Last December, Gov. Schwarzenegger was obliged to reveal “the millionaires and billionaires who pay to send him on lavish overseas trips,” according to Aaron C. Davis of the Associated Press, “offering a glimpse into the elite business and social circles critics say have unfair access to his power.”

Since then, the issue of a $16 billion shortfall in the state budget has provoked a Sacramento battle royale. The governor and his Republican cronies demand 10 percent across-the-board cuts in state services. Democrats want new taxes enacted and such subsidies to the wealthy shuttered as the “sloophole” allowing yacht buyers to avoid state taxes by stowing multimillion dollar acquisitions elsewhere for 90 days before sailing them into California, gratis. Schwarzenegger, while actually bucking fellow Republicans by favoring closing the sloophole, still counters tax-friendly Dems.

Thus far, Schwarzenegger has approved close to $2 billion in state service reductions. These cuts consist largely of penciling out school programs and healthcare for the poor. Brace yourselves for the $14 billion in cuts yet to come, and then ask, are the state’s 95 billionaires ponying up their fair share? Should we care if the Guv’s fab 44 Bay Area buds padded their bank accounts to the tune of $53.8 billion in the last two years alone, but won’t pay taxes on newly acquired yachts? That said, perhaps it’s best to just clam up and be thankful for the many butlering opportunities these billionaire windfalls afford us.

Like Celeb Staff says, “For the average Joe, this type of lifestyle is unimaginable . . . but those who live it will have it no other way!”


A Year Already

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03.05.08

P. Joseph Potocki

Almost one year after his tragic death at the hands of Sonoma County Deputies, 16-year-old Sebastopol honor student Jeremiah Chass’ autopsy report has finally been released. According to Chass attorney Patrick Emery, the autopsy cites 11 gunshot wounds as the cause of his death. It was previously reported that eight gunshots were fired by the sheriff’s deputies. The autopsy report also notes Chass suffered abrasions consistent with choking.

While neither John Misita or Jim Ryan, the two deputies involved in Chass’ death, have been charged with criminal felony misconduct, a wrongful death claim filed against Sonoma County by attorney Emery on behalf of the Chass family continues to move through civil court. The county is expected to answer the charge soon, and the discovery phase should follow shortly thereafter.

A vigil marking the first anniversary of Jeremiah Chass’ death will be held in the Sebastopol Plaza beginning on Wednesday, March 12, at 6pm. The event is sponsored by the Advocates for Police Accountability, “a local coalition of 28 groups as well as several individuals that came together in 2007,” according to group spokesperson Mary Moore. Moore says attendees are encouraged to bring candles, and anyone who wishes to will be given the opportunity “to express their feelings about all those who lost their lives in 2007 at he hands of law enforcement.”

On the morning of March 12, 2007, Chass suffered a psychotic breakdown outside his family home in Sebastopol. Chass, who friends and fellow students remember as a smiling and happy teenager keenly interested in mathematics, physics and spirituality, had recently shown signs of disassociating from reality. The family had already sought counseling assistance at Jeremiah’s high school for his condition. Chass had no history of prior psychiatric hospitalizations. The night before, Chass’ mother called Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital. She noted the declining state of her son’s mental condition, telling hospital workers she wanted to bring him to the hospital immediately, but was told instead to wait until morning when their unit would be properly staffed.

The next morning, Chass’ parents prepared to drive their son to the hospital when the severity of his condition suddenly escalated. His parents called for 911 assistance, emphasizing Chass’ psychiatric problems. Two Sonoma County Sheriff’s deputies, as well as other emergency personal responded in short order. Deputies John Misita and Jim Ryan each arrived at the Chass family home in separate vehicles minutes apart. Jeremiah Chass was inside the family van at the time. An altercation ensued resulting in Deputy Jim Ryan being kicked and bloodied by Chass. What occurred next is in dispute, but Jeremiah Chass died as the result.


Best of the Worst

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03.05.08

When we asked you, our dear readers, to send us CDs collecting the 13 worst songs known to your sweet ears, we were braced for, well, the worst. It was our great relief that none of the songs submitted were overly pornographic or racist or scatological. But suck the songs did, each in its own way. We listened with open ears, trying to deduce if the songs were bad, and if so, why. The Bad 13 Challenge had asked for bad songs, not ones that are merely annoying or perplexing, but all-out, gut-instinct awful . Such things are not a mere matter of taste.

Here are a few of the things that we learned:

— Singing is not as easy as we’d all like to think. Sure, singing is wholesome and fun, and when it’s around a campfire, everyone can do it. Rock stars and pop idols, however, do not sing around campfires. Their job is to make singing look easy on television and onstage. For those who lack either the natural ability or the formal training, what’s on television is best kept on television.

— Self-awareness softens the badness. William Shatner, William Hung and Leonard Nimoy have too much wink-wink kitsch factor to be truly bad (though in an interview with Terri Gross on Fresh Air , Shatner insisted that his 1968 debut album The Transformed Man was recorded under utterly sincere motives).

— Otherwise talented and beloved performers are hardly infallible; Frank Sinatra, Willie Nelson and Guns N’ Roses are all justly included in Bad 13 Land.

— Question: What do you folks have against Pete Seeger? Two versions of “If I Had a Hammer” graced Bad 13’s, while Seeger’s highly influential group the Weavers made an appearance with “On Top of Old Smoky.”

— Gabe Meline is one heck of a baker, and with the aid of his homemade pizza and chocolate cake, bad songs go down a lot easier. Also in attendance for the night’s judging were Gretchen Giles, David Sason, Elizabeth Seward, Matt Wadlow and Melissa Wadlow.

T he most successful CDs were filled with songs we do not want to hear ever again. In that respect, every reader who sent in a CD did a great job. Into the top-scum of the dreck we go . . .

Nielzine’s ‘The Bad 13 Anti-Metal’ was way too fun to be taken seriously. The lyrical matter of these 1980s hair metal bands—Saigon Kick, Lita Ford, Bango Tango—was, as you may imagine, delightfully insipid, reflecting a time of willful innocence and ignorance. However, Guns N’ Roses’ “Since I Don’t Have You,” from their fairly lame 1992 covers album The Spaghetti Incident? , was about as pleasurable as a root canal.

Howie Relevant’s Bad 13 ranged from both the obvious (William Hung) to the infamous (Leonard Nimoy, William Shatner) to the hellacious (John and Yoko’s experimental Two Virgins bilge). And, yes, he included “Jingle Smellz,” a Christmas classic played via farts, the sort of song that very annoying morning DJs play under the delusion that it is clever.

Jake More’s Bad 13 introduced us to a stink-erific anonymous recording of “O Holy Night” that made us pine for Slim Whitman’s comparatively inoffensive version. And though it wasn’t the worst song on Annabelle King’s entry, “Now That I’m a Woman” proved that Mia Farrow’s energies were indeed best spent acting, not singing.

Dan K. Drummond’s Bad 13 was full of songs that I actually liked, such as Dean Martin’s “Houston.” Mr. Drummond, you best skip any social gathering at my abode, for the musical selection will surely make you puke. But Dan also included songs not even a mother could love, such as “Undo the Right,” a misfire that proved the reggae side of Willie Nelson is not one you should soon acquaint yourself with, and a Bono-Sinatra duet of “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” that gets under your skin. Like a louse.

Martin Monroe’s entry gets a very Honorable Mention. The self-titled 2004 album by the Santa Rosa band Larry’s Orangutang fatefully had 13 songs, all of them equally awful. That Martin participated in Larry’s Orangutang is all the more mind-blowing; his bravery and honesty in submitting this CD deserve recognition. What made these 13 songs so bad? They were remarkably not good , reminiscent of opening bands that are endured rather than enjoyed.

Xoshi Lubin’s Bad 13 came very, very close to winning. Her tactic was to cull the worst pop flotsam from recent years, songs generally recorded by competent musicians with big corporate budgets. They therefore had no excuse to be as bad as they were and, as a result, came across as doubly bad. Rob Zombie’s slaughtering of the Ramones’ “Blitzkrieg Bop” was found to be “the worst fuckin’ piece of shit in the whole pile of CDs,” and “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” from Mulan offered ample evidence that contemporary Disney animated musicals are actually carefully designed torture devices. But Xoshi sealed her fate when she sweetly and cheekily ended with the Smiths’ “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now.” Though the Smiths are extremely polarizing for a normal band, even Smiths-haters can admit that a million worse songs exist in the world.

Our Bad 13 Challenge winner is Jeff Hassett . We debated over Jeff’s entry—the obscurity of the songs was almost too precious. But their bona fide badness was undeniable. While the little-known/unknown artists butchering such well-known songs as the Beatles’ “I’m Down” execute their craft with utter sincerity, their lack of talent was simultaneously painful and riveting. We were not laughing with or at these people; we were gaping at them, jaws hanging in disbelief.

Here’s the track list:

“Also Sprach Zarathustra,” Portsmouth Sinfonia

“I Wish I Could Sing,” George Coleman

“Barefootin’,” Skip Bessonette

“No Heavy Truckin’,” Kenneth Higney

“I’m Down,” U Turns

“My Pal Foot Foot,” Shaggs

“Bo Diddley,” from Streets & Gangland Rhythms

“There’s Nothing Wrong with You Baby,” Mingering Mike

“Ain’t into That,” the Rappin’ Reverend Dexter C. Wise III

“My Girl Likes to Buy,” Konrad

“Elton John Medley,” Silk & Silver

“Love Me All the Time,” Marc Mundy

“Hawaii Shores,” Erica

Jeff wins a glamorous prize package, including three varieties of seasoned grilling planks, original tape-on-panel artwork by Joe Ryckebosch and a stack of assorted CDs that I have aged for quality in my shed for many years. Congratulations, Jeff, and a gigantic sloppy kiss to all of you who participated in the Bad 13 Challenge and made our lives just that much shittier, if only for a few hours.

Look at the Boho Blog for every Bad 13 playlist, plus snide remarks galore.


Rise of the Demise

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03.05.08

E very few years during the past decade, the cultural trumpet has sounded to herald the “reemergence” of the vinyl LP. Combined with the glaring oversight of the fact that vinyl, even in the CD-crazed years of the late ’80s and ’90s, never really went away, such repeated declarations have always been weak with the dominance of digital media.

But this time, the vinyl resurgence is very real—with a little help from its digital friend, the mp3. In fact, nearly every prominent independent record label in the country—Merge, Sub Pop, Epitaph, Matador, Saddle Creek and many more—are now applying what’s becoming a familiar sticker on LP versions of their releases: “Includes coupon for free mp3 download of entire album.”

And it’s helping vinyl sell like crazy.

Stores, bands and record labels all praise the combined accessibility of LPs with enclosed mp3 download cards, but no one has responded more favorably than the customers themselves. After all, it’s a sleek and hip way of cutting out what’s becoming an increasingly maligned middleman for music consumers: the CD. It’s not infeasible that record stores, as the “real” format of vinyl becomes suavely marketable to a digital generation, could very well start becoming record stores again—mp3 download included.

Brian Davis, a buyer at San Francisco’s Amoeba Music, has seen the phenomenon’s impact firsthand. “Vinyl sales have noticeably increased in the last six to nine months,” he says, noting that the enclosed mp3 download card is so widespread for vinyl releases that it’s rarely even mentioned as a selling point anymore. “It seems to be the standard,” he says. “We just assume it now.”

Not only has Davis noticed regular customers switching from CDs to LPs lately, but he’s seen completely new customers buying LPs for the convenience of the enclosed download card. “It just makes it easier,” Davis speculates, or—hinting at the beleaguered conscience of the illegal downloader—”maybe they feel better about themselves.” And in some cases, as with Beach House’s recent Devotion album, he explains, the LP/mp3 version of a band’s album has nearly outsold the CD format at Amoeba.

The pioneer of this marketing practice is indie heavyweight Merge Records, home of acclaimed acts like the Arcade Fire, Spoon and M. Ward. Merge’s founders Mac McCaughan and Laura Balance approached their digital assets manager Wilson Fuller with the LP/mp3 idea in 2005, and shortly thereafter, the label released the Clientele’s Strange Geometry with an enclosed download card. The public response was immediate: hell yes!

“People love it!” Fuller enthuses, adding that vinyl sales have quadrupled since 2004. “It’s boosted vinyl sales, and its versatility makes labels more likely to put out vinyl. You can tell by just looking at the amount of vinyl we’re putting out now versus the last few years.”

Chad Pry, a website programmer who developed the PHP/MySQL web application for Merge, Polyvinyl, Matador, Touch & Go, Epitaph and many other labels, goes even further in his praise of the idea. “I do feel that vinyl will surely outlast CDs,” he says. “The compact disc is a total drag and will hopefully be out of our lives before too long.

“For some reason, vinyl demands my respect,” the digital-savvy Pry adds. “Maybe it’s the large album cover and format size or the great feeling of finding a cool old LP at a second hand store for a buck, or just that magical transducer, the needle in the groove.”

The download cards themselves reinforce the superiority of vinyl: “Like you, we love vinyl,” states a card inside Spoon’s Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga LP; “Your good taste has been rewarded,” says Okkervil River’s The Stage Names LP; “Thank you for purchasing vinyl,” declares Headlights’ Some Racing, Some Stopping LP.

On the card is printed a website and a randomly generated password to enter online to download the entire album, and sometimes bonus tracks, in mp3 format. Most download cards are good for one digital download, after which they expire, and the tracks are fully importable into any iPod or portable music player. Fuller says there’ve been few, if any, technical problems.

“We have had times where the pressing plant has forgotten to put the download cards into the actual records during the pressing process,” he laughs, but that’s all. Since the passwords are one-use-only, there’s no concern about piracy.

As the head of publicity over at Polyvinyl Records, Seth Hubbard is a “big believer” in the LP/mp3 format. “It’s boosted our vinyl sales significantly,” he says, “and it’s the way a lot of people buy records nowadays—it eliminates the need for the CD.” Their first LP release to include an mp3 card was Of Montreal’s Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? and customer response, he says, was and continues to be “overwhelmingly positive.”

Hubbard also points out that the downloadable mp3s are available at a near-CD-quality standard of 320kps, and that any potential losses accrued by the LP/mp3 from digital or CD sales are negligible. “The younger kids who are very tech-savvy don’t really need to buy CDs,” Hubbard says. “We’re just lucky that they’ll pay to download instead of steal it somewhere.”

All of which points to the demise of the disc. “If CD sales continue to decrease, I don’t think we’ll keep putting them out if it doesn’t make sense to keep putting them out,” Hubbard predicts, pointing out the label’s obvious allegiance to continuing to make vinyl. “We’re not stuck on the CD. I mean, we’re called Polyvinyl.”

With such great success, the LP/mp3 combo provides a rare beacon of hope for a faltering music industry. But as usual, major labels from the Warner Music Group, EMI, Sony BMG and Universal Music Group are late to the party. Although a hugely increased number of new major-label releases from the past five years have been pressed on vinyl—Amy Winehouse, Bruce Springsteen, Alicia Keys and the Foo Fighters, to name only the most high-profile examples—there’s been no evidence of the majors embracing the LP/mp3 offer. (One exception: MGMT, a psychedelic scenester band from Brooklyn signed to Columbia Records, who no doubt goaded a reluctant Sony into offering the mp3 download for their LP, Oracular Spectacular .)

“To get a major label to change how they do business, they’ve got this giant, massive entity to try and fix to adapt to this rapidly changing market,” Hubbard says. “Since Polyvinyl’s so small, we can adapt quickly. I feel like we’ll be able to stay on the cutting edge of trends.”

For their part, major labels have been faltering with sometimes altogether goofy ideas. “Ringles,” which attempted to combine a CD single with downloadable ring tones and wallpaper for cell phones, died a quick death due to compatibility issues. Similarly, albums packaged on USB drives, released for bands like the White Stripes, Matchbox 20, the Mars Volta and Ringo Starr, have experienced slow to nonexistent sales. Sometimes costing three times as much as a CD and often containing few bonuses, the USB drive serves to draw attention to an artist but generally fails to sell well, especially in the case of Ringo Starr.

“Everything always starts with the underground in the independent music scene,” says Jon Collins at Dropcards, a company that offers credit-card-style download cards for labels and bands. “Once the major labels catch on that Sub Pop has been doing it, Touch & Go has been doing it, Def Jux has been doing it, it’s only a matter of time before they start doing it as well.”

For as little as 20 cents per card, Dropcards hosts mp3 files and prints high-quality, glossy cards to include in vinyl pressings, instead of the more common photocopied coupon. A benefit is that many bands order overruns of the cards to sell at their merchandise table on tour, Collins says.

Dropcards does big business, and has printed literally millions of consumer-brand media cards for Red Bull, Disney, Vitamin Water and iTunes, designed to be given away for free. Independent labels, too, order promotional cards (“This month we’re getting slammed with South by Southwest,” Collins says), but 20 percent of the company’s business is in cards designed for inclusion in LPs, including albums by Aesop Rock and the Polyphonic Spree. As that number keeps growing significantly, Collins says, LPs with mp3 cards aren’t necessarily taking over so much as they’re starting to fill what could one day be a void of physical media.

“CDs,” he dryly observes, “seem to be making themselves pretty obsolete on their own.”


True Cost

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03.05.08

E veryone wants to make prudent financial decisions, both individually and on a community-wide level. But what’s the best way to go about it? How much do officials need to know to make a decision?

Nowadays developers expect to do an environmental impact report (EIR) for any large-scale construction project. But are physical results like noise or traffic and the ecological balance the only things decision-makers should evaluate to determine if a proposal will help or harm the local community? In Petaluma, activists are proposing requiring a community impact report (CIR) to assess the true fiscal costs and benefits of potential projects.

Environmental impact reports have entered the standard public lexicon. Are CIRs the next step? “Twenty-five or 30 years ago, the environmental impact report was also a new tool, and now it’s standard,” asserts Marty Bennett, a Santa Rosa Junior College instructor and co-chairman of the Sonoma County Living Wage Coalition, part of the group that’s urging Petaluma to adopt the CIR requirement. “From my point of view, 25 years down the road, we will say that a CIR has become standard in the approval process for new developments. That will be a huge step forward.”

But Petaluma resident and Sonoma County Planning Commission member Don Bennett (no relation) thinks that’s a bad idea. Community impact reports, he says, would be used as “a tool to keep things from happening within the community.” He argues that the proposal is anti&–chain stores and anti-big-box retailers.

“It comes down to a philosophical thing, whether you think the role of government is to control business and management, and who you’re managing it for,” he says. “Who’s going to decide who you want in? That’s the problem. Whose will do you impose?”

Cities such as Los Angeles and San Jose already require CIRs as part of the approval process for major projects. Usually less than 50 pages, a CIR looks at five main impacts: fiscal, employment, affordable housing, neighborhood needs and smart growth. Unlike an EIR, a CIR isn’t binding and doesn’t require mitigation of any impacts.

“For me, [a CIR] is a win-win for both sides,” says Melissa Abercrombie of the Petaluma Neighborhood Association. “You look at the information, you weigh it and you figure out what works.”

There’s an urban-growth boundary to protect Petaluma against sprawl, Abercrombie points out. “Any project that’s built within that should be the best, because it’s a limited amount of space.”

Petaluma is already looking at plans for new Target and Lowe’s stores within city limits. Among other items, a CIR would evaluate the number and types of jobs, including salary levels, that they would bring to the area. It would look at whether they would bring new sales tax revenues to city coffers or just cannibalize the sales taxes already being collected by other, usually smaller stores.

For Abercrombie, a CIR is just a way of looking at the big picture before making a decision. It’s similar to what developers do before deciding to build a project, she argues, and isn’t at all anti-development. “I would welcome a development that I thought would benefit our community, and I don’t think analyzing that makes it not happen.”

But Don Bennett sees a CIR requirement as a “fact-finding thing to determine what you don’t want in your community.” The CIR proposal, he asserts, is being supported by those who don’t want more chain stores in Petaluma. But if a lot of folks didn’t like big-box retailers, he says, they wouldn’t exist.

“If the majority of people didn’t want to shop in those places, they couldn’t keep their doors open.”

In his view, it’s more important for people to be able to shop, work and live in Petaluma. A CIR, he argues, is an attempt to have the government decide what can be built on private property based on the social aspects of the project.

But Abercrombie sees things differently.

“A CIR is just a tool so we can have a clear picture for our decision making.”

The coalition presented its CIR proposal to the Petaluma City Council in late January. Coalition members are now working with city staff to answer a number of questions raised by the council members, including how much CIRs cost and how they’ve been implemented in other communities.


Letters to the Editor

03.05.08

Against the Grain

I had a good laugh reading your article “The Meat of the Matter” (Feb. 20). I am a supporter of humane farm practices, and am pleased to see the growing concern over consumer safety. But the author may want to spend a little time “out on the ranch” to observe first-hand how “natural beef” is raised.

I spent several months working alongside an employee at a “natural beef” feed lot some years ago. I will not mention the name of the producer, but it is an industry leader. We spent time moving cows and calves on horseback in west Sonoma County, and while I don’t call this “pampered” (grazing in open land is the natural state for cattle), this stage of the process sounds pretty good. But then calves are crammed into trucks (do cattle trucks look comfy to you?) and shipped to other destinations to graze for a season, and then shipped back to feedlots here to fatten for slaughter.

The feed lot is what [author Christina] Waters might want to visit. Confined in large concrete floored pens, steers gorge themselves day and night on hay and grain. So much sloppy manure is produced (grain is a “hot” food and gives cattle diarrhea) that cattle sometimes stand in ankle deep slop. We waded through the slop in tall boots to check for sick animals. We used tractors to periodically scrape the slop into dump trucks, which were dumped out in pasture. Some steers get pulled out; their feet rot. Some steers die in the feedlot, too obese to rise after reclining.

The fact that they are not fed growth hormones and are fed natural feed is admirable (if farmers can trust the grain producers), but I would not go so far as to call their existence “pampered” or their production “sustainable.” Take a good look at West County grazing lands, devoid of all natural grasses, in varying states of erosion, to get an idea of what I mean.

Don’t get me wrong, I still eat red meat (although we raise our own, and they have a much, much better life) with a good glass of local red wine at least once a week, and I support local agriculture and ranching. I’m sure some operations are an improvement over what I experienced. But people shouldn’t fool themselves into thinking a livestock animal’s life is grand or that the process is humane and sustainable just because the sellers of the product market it as such.

The high price of your “natural beef” isn’t going into the pockets of the employees (very low wages, no health insurance, no vacation, no overtime, exhausting hours, illegal workers) or into the improvement of the land (often state land leased at very cheap prices). These producers are selling “natural beef” to make money.

I would encourage everyone to be more aware of how all our food is produced, first-hand. Don’t believe everything they tell you.

jan G.

Santa rosa

To-go, Begone!

Yesterday I came to a stark realization as I walked back to campus after grabbing a smoothie from the local juice shack. Everyone around me had at least one “to-go” package, if not more. As I looked around, I imagined trash just piling up and covering the earth. There must be a special place in Dante’s Inferno for people to be buried in their own trash. Today, I’m at school armed with my commuter mug and a bowl from home. However, it was despairing that the girl at the kiosk on campus used a to-go bowl to measure soup into my bowl. (That’s for another letter entirely.)

My message for everyone is: Now is the time!

Get involved and take action! There really is so much for us to lose as a planet and as a species. Pick something that you are passionate about and get involved, because every little bit helps and there’s so much healing that needs to done. As for me, my next step is to figure out how to get the soup into my bowl without the styrofoam cup being involved.

rhianna frank

cotati

Jah May Sing!

Listen, a real change in the spirit of the students is happening at the Santa Rosa Junior College. People are talking to each other more. The green lights are flashing in the eyes of students, and it’s exciting. Pay attention to our campus; we are on the verge of something fantastic and mystical. Walk through campus one day and feel the energy. I hear the drums of change in the movement of the students journeying the paths of enlightenment. Jah-may-sing!

jerome beck

Santa rosa


The Urge to Splurge

03.05.08

A fter years of refusing to spend money on things like children’s healthcare, George W. Bush is generously giving all of us in the under-$75,000 tax bracket a $600 rebate. In the Feb. 25 issue of The New Yorker , James Surowiecki analyzes this move, noting that, while it may be akin to economist Russell Roberts’ quote about “taking a bucket of water from the deep end of a pool and dumping it into the shallow,” it could also be a welcome boost to our languishing economy. Surowiecki’s article (“The Stimulus Strategy”) is eloquent and thoughtful, but it also points out a disturbing trend: the notion that as Americans we can spend our way to prosperity.

These days, $600 doesn’t buy much. Used wisely, it’s perhaps two months of health-insurance premuims (assuming you have any), 12 tanks of gas, a small deposit in the IRA account that most people don’t have or a pittance toward the enormous credit card debt that most people do. Those who go with Uncle Sam’s plan and spend it not so wisely will end up owning a bunch of video games but will be further perpetuating the sort of financial conundrum that results in documentaries like 2006’s Maxed Out and our eventual takeover by the Chinese when the national debt comes due. Whatever we do, we’re bound to discover that spending doesn’t equal salvation.

I should know. When I worked at Macy’s, I developed a shopping addiction. I was fresh out of college and in love with a married man who didn’t love me, and I felt as powerless as any one in that set of circumstances ever could. Taking full advantage of Macy’s “generous employee discount,” I thought if I could just buy that skirt or that pair of shoes, I would feel complete. I’d look polished. I’d be in control. The man I loved would weep that he’d had the audacity to marry before he discovered me. And so I spent. I went into debt. And the next week, there would always be some other item I just had to have to fill in my inner deficit.

Whatever the reasons, I think all big spenders are trying to console themselves. In the 1999 film Fight Club , Edward Norton’s character is desolate when he loses his collection of Ikea furniture in his bombed apartment. But it’s only when he stops buying things and moves into Brad Pitt’s rotting Victorian that he actually feels alive. Severed from the myth that possessions equal satisfaction, Norton’s downtrodden corporate drone finally gets his “smirking revenge.”

Since Fight Club first piqued my interest in denying the Man his funds, I’ve been hearing about various movements of people who have jettisoned frivolous spending from their lives. In San Francisco, the ever-increasing ranks of the Compact make a yearly pledge not to buy anything new. The Rev. Billy and his Church of Stop Shopping protest Starbucks, and he has penned a book based on his sermons called What Would Jesus Buy? ; the accompanying documentary made ripples in theaters last year. And then there’s Spend Nothing Day, where people from England to Taiwan take a “holiday from consumerism.”

Yes, Mr. President, the anti-consumer movement is steadily gaining steam. One of my favorite examples is the brilliant Into the Wild , Sean Penn’s screen adaptation of the John Krakauer book. We’ve all heard the story of how a young man named Christopher McCandless abandoned modern society and eventually died in the Alaskan wilderness. In the movie, Chris, portrayed by Emile Hirsch, sneers when his parents offer to buy him a new car, declaring: “I don’t need stuff .” It’s a scene that speaks to the heart of anyone who has ever wondered just how, exactly, a BMW is supposed to bring you enlightenment.

To me, Into the Wild is almost a superhero movie, except, rather than slinging spider webs or snogging Kirsten Dunst, McCandless’ superpower is his refusal to conform to the dictates of capitalist society. Sure, Spidey is cute, but he’s also the ultimate corporate drone: working insane hours, he fights to protect the norm, valiantly battling anarchists and rescuing babies. But he’s always got to promote himself (via Peter Parker’s rigged cameras) and, at the end of the day, he’s too tired to notice that Mary Jane is growing distant. Holy American dream, Batman! Spiderman may be validated as a hero and slapped on a bunch of lunch boxes, but I’d rather die in an abandoned bus, poisoned by wild potatoes but happy that I’d actually managed to live in the first place.

With these happy sentiments in mind, I decided that in 2008 I would start my own personal rebellion against the urge to splurge. Similar to the Compact, I decided not to buy anything that wasn’t absolutely essential to my existence. No new clothes, no CDs, no DVDs, no gadgets and no pricey lattes. While I remain a great fan of movies, books and clothes, I don’t actually feel the need to buy them unless I venture too near a store.

It’s been a good start. But if you really want to see how deep you’re in, try putting a complete moratorium on spending. A few days after liberating myself from my credit card, my boss mentioned that he wanted to “up the game” to impress our clients. He spoke fondly of some past associate who always dressed to the nines, an intimidating concept for a girl who was wondering just how long she could get away without a haircut before it threatened her job. It also provided me with my first lesson: the world doesn’t get off the wagon just because you do.

This whole venture has proven to me that consumerist philosophy, despite all its charm, makes everybody miserable. Forget how much money trying to stay hip is draining from your bank account; you could spend it all, look exactly like Tyra Banks, celebrate every Hallmark holiday and afford every car that rolls off the block, and you still wouldn’t be happier. If you’re one of the poor souls in credit-card debt, as I was, you’ll be twice as miserable trying to live outside your means. Depending on what study you read, the average American is $35,000 in debt with precious little to show for it.

Fortunately, more Americans seem to be realizing this. Suzanne Barlyn, a writer for TheStreet.com, has noted that a good third of the people surveyed by the tax-information provider CCH about the so-called economic incentive package that the IRS will be mailing to us in May are planning to actually save their rebate money. In answer to the question “So, is it time to go shopping now?” Barlyn quips, “Congress may think so. But I don’t.”

The desire to actually save money may be the most heartening economic trend America has ever seen, but don’t expect it to catch on just yet. We still live in a society where money and materialism are marketed as the path to fulfillment. And we still live in an era where, in the wake of the 9-11 recession, the leader of the free world actually got on television to promote Disneyland.


Spring Screens

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By Michael S. Gant

S aved From the Flames’ (three discs; Flicker Alley; $49.99) This seven-hour collection begins with the sad fact that for about half of its history, cinema was recorded on volatile nitrate stock. As many as eight out of 10 early films are lost, irretrievable. Luckily, thanks to obsessive collectors and outfits like Blackhawk Films and Lobster Films, something of our recorded past has been salvaged, and even restored, thanks to advances in digital technology.

This Flicker Alley set presents 54 short films made from 1896 to 1944, and they only whet one’s appetite for whatever other treasures remain to be rescued. Many early clips are valuable simply because they open a window on to mundane life a century ago: workers mill around a factory, casting curious glances at Lumière’s candid camera in 1896; intrepid motorists drive and drag their cars from San Francisco to Reno in 1915.

Early filmmakers delighted in the sleight-of-hand effects of their new art, as with Georges Méliès, who enhances his own magic act with editing tricks. The astonishing 1911 Automatic Moving Company presents furniture scuttling out of a moving van and into a new house all by itself in stop-motion animation, done, according to the accompanying booklet, with doll-house furniture, although the illusion is nearly perfect.

Also included are experiments with synchronized sound (a scene from Cyrano de Bergerac ) and wonderful, labor-intensive hand-coloring. The best example is The Talion Punishment , a fantasy about human/butterfly hybrids who taunt a lepidopterist. Some familiar faces also show up. Charlie Chaplin, donning his tramp suit for the first time, wanders into the path of speeding cars in 1914’s Kid’s Auto Race , and Stan Laurel mugs in The Pest , a 1922 short about a door-to-door salesman.

The sound entries range from French theater ads for Week-End cigarettes with Fernandel and Tati, to an amazing industrial documentary about a Chevrolet factory in which unsung cinematography great George Avil creates a symphony of images from spinning gears and stamping machines.

My favorite, however, is Play Safe , a Fleischer Studios cartoon from 1936 using gorgeous early three-color Technicolor and mixing 2-D characters with 3-D sets. In seven minutes, a plucky kid moves from playing with toy trains to racing along with anthropomorphized streamliners. It beats Polar Express hands down.

‘Beowulf: Director’s Cut’ (one disc; Paramount; $29.99) Robert Zemeckis repurposes a musty epic to attract 14-year-old boys addicted to video games. King Hrothgar (Anthony Hopkins) keeps losing minions to Grendel’s pop-ins, and calls on Beowulf (Ray Winstone) to save his kingdom. Beowulf obliges and eventually snags Queen Wealthow (Robin Wright Penn, as bland in motion-capture as she is in real life) in the bargain. It’s Shrek enlivened with gore and Renaissance fair wenches.

The mead-hall action is hectic and confusing, but Crispin Glover’s tortured “mama’s boy” Grendel (“Rippéd offa me arm,” the monster bleats) and Angelina Jolie’s supermodel mom steal the hero’s Nordic thunder. The director’s cut promises scenes “too intense for theaters,” but I saw nothing that a bloody-minded child wouldn’t enjoy.

The extras are more entertaining than the film. The behind-the-scenes footage demonstrates how complicated—and ludicrous—performance-capture photography can look. The actors don their scuba suits covered with tiny sensors and wires and start jumping in their harnesses like kids in a play set. Especially amusing is the sight of Glover tearing apart miniature stuffed dummies that will eventually, through the miracle of software, become gushing monster meat.

Ultrabuffed Beowulf turns out to be doughy Ray Winstone, whose Richard Burtonesque voice would be wasted in a life-action film. Some other features show the impressive models and storyboards for the project; they even reveal that what look like spiked high heels on Grendel’s mom’s feet are actually pointy hoof claws.



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School for Scandal

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03.05.08

T he North Bay Campus of New College of California has come a long way from its heady early days in 1998. At the time, academic director Michael McAvoy celebrated the opening of the Center for the Study of Culture, Ecology and Sustainable Community as the most hopeful learning center for studying social activism in the country. Ten years later, the gates to the building sit locked, and the demise of the North Bay campus and possibly New College altogether are imminent.

The closing of the North Bay Campus is only one consequence of a crisis that began in July 2007 after the private liberal arts school based in San Francisco was put on probation by the Western Association of Schools and Colleges (WASC). The nonprofit accrediting agency cited the school for numerous violations of institutional and academic integrity stating that the school had a “culture of administrative sloppiness and arbitrariness.” On Feb. 26, WASC officially stripped New College’s accreditation.

“It’s a complicated story,” says faculty council chair Carolyn Cooke. “New College has always had an uneasy relation with WASC, with rules, with record-keeping, with structure. It hasn’t operated like other colleges—building endowments, scholarships, tenure for faculty.”

College president Martin Hamilton resigned in August 2007 amid accusations he had altered the transcripts of an international student on the promise of a $1 million bribe. This combined with uproar over lax record-keeping revealed by the WASC report proved to be the deathblow to Hamilton’s administrative powers.

The situation deteriorated as the Department of Education (ED) entered the fray, moving the college to a heightened cash monitoring system that required approval of documentation before reimbursement. Years of incorrect paperwork came back to haunt the school. As of January, at least $1 million in federal student aid is being held by the ED, and until the school can demonstrate fiscal sustainability, the funds will remain in limbo.

Faculty haven’t been paid since November, students have not received desperately needed financial aid and a semester that should have started Jan. 8 has been indefinitely postponed. In addition, the school is functioning without a certified registrar, meaning students are unable to access transcripts or diplomas.

“I cannot overstate the negative impact this has had on everybody,” says New College board of trustees member Jane Swan. “Members from each segment of our community have had to borrow from friends and family, and many individuals have faced eviction.” Swan says that the board is in frequent contact with the ED and that they have complied with all requests for information.

Santa Rosa resident and MFA candidate Bruce Machado has not received his financial aid. With two young children at home, he has to make some difficult choices in the near future. “I am very angry that New College has, in effect, closed due to decades of mismanagement, both administratively and financially,” Machado says. “With a mere quarter left before I finish my degree, I need to know, can I finish? Or do I have to take a promising job offer out of state so that my family and I don’t face eviction?”

In February, students and faculty held a protest at the school’s main Valencia Street campus, demanding accountability as well transparency about the school’s financial situation. Faculty members such as Cooke have been working since summer to create a faculty arm of academic governance at the college. “We’ve consistently pushed the board to make decisions that will give the college the best chance of surviving with accreditation,” Cooke says.

Founded in 1972, New College of California touts itself as a progressive alternative to traditional educational institutions. In addition to the main San Francisco campus and the Santa Rosa outlet, the college also has a law school on Fell Street in San Francisco, an Emeryville campus and a “science institute” in Los Angeles. The school’s motto is “Education for a Just, Sacred and Sustainable World.”

This is not the college’s first brush with probation. After being accredited by WASC in 1976, the school was found to have violated substantive change policy. In 1980, New College was placed on warning, and in 1984, it was placed on probation for numerous curricular concerns. Accreditation was reaffirmed in 1985 with “the expectation of continued progress in addressing fiscal and curricular issues,” according to a WASC report.

Following a 1988 visit, the school was again placed on warning for concerns of governance, faculty and finances. In 2005, the accrediting agency noted concern about long-term financial stability. The college’s already shaky ground was not helped by a 2006 revelation from the Oregon Province of the Society of Jesus that Father John Leary, the Jesuit priest who founded New College, holding the very first classes in a Sausalito living room, had sexually abused minors during his tenure at Gonzaga University, where he had taught in the 1960s.

How did a school with a mission statement that espouses sustainability end up in such deep straits? Members of the board of trustees believe that the financial crisis is the result of an administrative system that couldn’t keep up with the college’s rapid growth. “The delivery of a wider spectrum of programs needed a bigger structure to be sustainable,” Swan says.

In a Feb. 15 letter to Ralph Wolff, the executive director of WASC, the board lists a series of tactics to ensure the college’s survival. The action plan calls for the closing of the North Bay campus in Santa Rosa effective Feb. 25. Potential sales of properties on Fillmore and Valencia streets, including the school parking lot, are listed for a total of over $6 million. Program directors are formally authorized to move towards a “teach-out” or to move students to other institutions.

“The primary reason the school needs to be scaled back is to demonstrate our fiscal sustainability by running financially sustainable programs. For a period of time, the college has offered some degree emphasis in undergraduate and master’s programs that are very important to our mission but currently don’t have the number of students to be financially viable,” Swan says. She explains that another strategy for fiscal sustainability includes building an endowment to diversify revenue sources so that the school is not so dependent on the ED.

Some critics believe the quagmire is a result of years of financial mismanagement and ill-planned real estate investments on the part of Hamilton and other members of the school’s leadership. In addition to its campuses, New College owns San Francisco’s Roxie Cinema and the Casa Loma, an old “flophouse” purchased with the intent of turning it into a “green living center” for student housing. That never came to fruition.

“I believe it doesn’t take a team of auditors to figure out that with all the bad business investments [Hamilton’s] made over the years, no amount of student tuitions could keep us afloat,” says Genny Lim, a long-time member of the humanities faculty. According to Lim, the actions of the former administration have resulted in “low pay and gross inequities in salary.”

Master’s degree candidate and student council member Janet Ector agrees. “In my opinion, the so-called leadership was more interested in real estate speculation and other financially questionable acts to care about providing students with services or faculty with adequate resources.”

As it stands, no official announcement has been made about what programs will be cut, so students and faculty continue to function in the dark. The action plan states that New College is committed to maintaining the School of Law, the School of Graduate Psychology and the School of Humanities BA program, but the survival of the school itself is contingent on whether WASC agrees to prolong probation. With the accreditation now lost, the final verdict awaits.

“The college will either survive in some form or it will go the way of other progressive colleges that have closed. The sad part is that New College is beloved. Students still want to come here form all over the country. And faculty—tired and hungry as we are—still want to teach here,” says Cooke.


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