Make or Break

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01.23.08

The Santa Rosa pop rock band Five A.M.’s new video stars big Hollywood names in a futuristic morality tale of filthy New York streets illuminated by images of atrocity, revolution and global tragedy. Ice-T works surveillance from a secret control room, while Edward Furlong struggles against wayward taxicabs and gang beatings. By the time Rumer Willis appears, it’s hard not to wonder: How in the hell did an unsigned North Bay band make a video so elaborate?To find out, I met up with Five A.M. frontman Trent Yaconelli in a cafe, where the 38-year-old lead singer is sunk into one of those chairs so well-designed for sinking into. But when we start talking about the video and the nonviolence organization Pace e Bene that the video promotes, he edges forward on his seat, looking me directly in the eyes. “I love it when music tries to change the world,” he says. “I love it when anybody tries to change the world. As foolish as it sounds, I’m attracted to that kind of foolishness.”By virtue of a highly polished, radio-ready album far more professional than their two previous records and with the help of an enthusiastic investor, Five A.M. are poised, now more than ever, to break into a market larger than the Bay Area. In fact, so much has been invested in the band at this point that if their new album, Raise the Sun, fails to reach a wider audience, Yaconelli knows what will happen.

“I think Five A.M. will be done,” he says immediately. “The band—we feel like this is our shot. It’s that thing you don’t have control over: what people like and what people don’t like.”This isn’t the first time that the band, who won in the best rock band category in the Bohemian’s/ 2007 North Bay Music Awards (NORBAYs), has considered calling it quits. After moderate sales figures for their 2005 sophomore album, This Morphine Life, members seriously considered moving on. Yet when a hedge fund manager (who prefers to remain anonymous) showed up at one of their shows, loved the music and offered to drop $150,000 into the band, rejuvenation abounded.

Five A.M. recorded three initial songs for Raise the Sun with Jeff Dawson (the producer behind Daniel Powter’s “Bad Day”). Fully willing to “let go of the reins” and allow Dawson to sculpt their songs into finished versions, the band was thankful for not being pressured into the age-old industry request for a hit. But Yaconelli says he learned his lesson about so-called hits during a recent campaign run by Alice 97.1-FM, in which a slot at the station’s prestigious Now and Zen Festival was offered to the band that could submit the best hit song. One catch: the song had to reference, in some way, Dippin’ Dots, an ice cream product featured at McDonald’s. Yaconelli says he got talked into it by a station employee who all but guaranteed the win. “So we put this whole thing together, and I go down to record it,” Yaconelli says, still cringing. “And I feel like a total effin’ sellout. So we do it—and we don’t win! It was the worst thing ever.”I always think about it when someone says, ‘You need a hit song.'”

Full of solid hooks and thoughtful lyrics, there’s no logical reason why Raise the Sun shouldn’t splash onto radio playlists in the Bay Area—and, if the stars are aligned—across the country. No reason, that is, except that mainstream radio exposure of even regional magnitude almost always requires major label backing, no matter how many people love the music.

“If I knew how to make it in the music business, I would have made it by now,” Yaconelli says, swirling the last of his tea. “I don’t know why the wind picks some bands up and pulls them forward and leaves other bands behind. There certainly are some fantastic bands that I listen to, and I’m like, ‘I don’t know why these guys aren’t on the radio.’ And there’s certainly some shitty bands on the radio that I’m like, ‘How did this get on here?’ It’s just incredible.”

Five A.M. celebrate the release of ‘Raise the Sun’ with a record-release soiree on Saturday, Feb. 2, at the Last Day Saloon. Joni Davis, herself also toting a new album, opens the show. 120 Fifth St., Santa Rosa. 9pm. $10. 707.545.2343.


It’s Iranic

01.23.08

I am of two minds about Persepolis, even though I happily put it on my top 10 best of 2007 list. The simple answer is that I am recommending it highly as the best kind of cartoon—the one that takes a very specific situation and makes it universal. Persepolis is the animated version of a graphic-novel memoir of a female artist of a good Iranian family. As she grows up in ’70s-era Tehran, Marjane Satrapi (voiced by Chiara Mastroianni) has her world closed in by the mullahs. She has an uncle who is arrested by both the shah and the clerics who followed that deluded emperor. The one unchanging part of her life is her august, wise grandmother (voiced by French film legend Danielle Darrieux). The young girl is lured to Europe by forbidden pop culture. When she arrives at her Austrian boarding school, it’s only the memory of her grandmother’s strength that saves her. On the page, Satrapi’s drawings of herself are so minimal that they really only serve as a kind of word-balloon support for the text. In animation, the flatness, roundness and negative space are far more expressive—the way they are in Peanuts or Tintin comics. Even though it is a film of great importance (when ranking it, it’s fair to ask what Lynda Barry would have done with similar material), I wanted more out of the finale than a vaguely written account of a divorce. (One gets the sense that Marjane leaves her husband simply because he watches Terminator movies on TV.)

As an animated film, Persepolis knows its genealogy. In the shadow-puppet-style flashbacks to the history of Iran, Satrapi and her co-director, Vincent Paronnaud, seem to refer to the very first feature-length cartoon, Lotte Reiniger’s 1926 Adventures of Prince Achmed. The sleek figures, done in traditional hand-drawn animation, have the freshness and adventurousness of early UPA studios works. I particularly liked how the Iranian women, in their black nunlike cloaks, are shaped like walking Parcheesi pieces.

The visual styles evolve as the story travels. There are notes of Chagall in the Vienna sequences; tilted buildings of German Expressionism frame Marjane as she gets her heart broken by an unfaithful boyfriend. It’s probably too simplistic to do The Wizard of Oz dichotomy between the colorful life in France and the black-and-white life in the Ayatollah-plagued Iran. It works, though, in the context of a cartoon.

Perespolis does a first-rate job of outlining what it is like to be a teenager in religious dictatorship: the restrictions, the armies of snitches and the proclamations of a deranged government, such as “the veil is a symbol of freedom.” And it addresses this slow suffocation in a way any self-obsessed American teen could understand. Maybe if it had been more complex, it wouldn’t be as easily understood. In almost every interaction, the sometimes princessy heroine is always the injured party. Some would say—looking around the United States for plentiful examples—that narcissism is a natural first response to watching your country crumble.

‘Persepoli’ screens at the Smith Rafael Film Center (1118 Fourth St., San Rafael; 415.454.1222) and the Rialto Cinemas Lakeside (551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa; 707.525.4840).


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Life in Balance

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01.23.08


The art of San Francisco sculptor Ruth Asawa is inextricably tied into the darkest moment in 20th-century U.S. history, as well as its greatest cultural achievement. One of seven children of Central Valley truck farmers, Asawa and her family were interned after the attack on Peal Harbor. Her understanding of nature and organic patterns was formed on her parents’ farm; her first training given to her by three interned Disney animators; her culminating education achieved at the innovative experimental Black Mountain College; her resulting vision marking the physical experience of San Francisco, the arc of its own school children and American sculpture itself.Founded in 1933 and closed in 1956, Black Mountain College was among the freshest experiments in American education. Asawa, who turns 82 on Jan. 24, was among the slim population of just 1,200 students who attended the storied North Carolina school. There, she was taught by Josef Albers, a refugee who fled his homeland when Hitler closed his beloved Bauhaus, as well as by the visionary designer Buckminster Fuller. Other staff and alumni of the era include such notables as dancer Merce Cunningham, composer John Cage, painters Robert Rauschenberg, Willem and Elaine de Kooning, Robert Motherwell and Franz Kline. Albert Einstein and the poet William Carlos Williams sat on the school’s board of directors.

Including work created at Black Mountain, a rare look into Asawa’s son Paul Lanier’s private collection of his mother’s work, “Following Nature: Ruth Asawa in Sonoma County,” opens Jan. 26 at the Sonoma County Museum.

“We, my brothers and sisters, all have feelings about certain pieces,” Lanier says by phone from his San Francisco home, describing how the 24-piece collection came about. “Maybe we helped Ruth make it or maybe there’s a story connected with it, and sometimes we want the same thing and then have to work that out. There’s one [piece in the show] that I helped her make; it’s a hanging sphere of tied wire. And the one that’s on the invitation [shown above]—I just like the way that it’s rusted and imperfect, I appreciate artwork that has ‘flaws.’ I’m not so much into cleaned up perfection.” According to curator Patricia Watts, “seven or eight” of the pieces were exhibited at the de Young Museum’s ground-breaking 2006 retrospective, a project that took six years to mount but which only exhibited for two months. The de Young has 11 of Asawa’s hanging wire sculptures now in its permanent collection, those shadow-casting works that make waiting for the elevator to their tower such an enlivening experience.While at Black Mountain, Asawa was introduced to clay sculptor Marguerite Wildenhain, who was at the institution scouting talent to lure to her Pond Farm studio in Guerneville’s Armstrong Redwoods. (Wildenhain was also the subject of an excellent one-person retrospective mounted last year at the SCM, making this show a natural follow-on.)

The two women became friends, and when Asawa and her husband, the architect Albert Lanier, moved to San Francisco from North Carolina and married in 1949, they made so many regular trips to Guerneville that they eventually purchased a property there and built a summer home still in happy use by their large family.Creating organic forms, Asawa’s oeuvre largely follows the curves and linear processes that the natural world employs. Perhaps best known for her wire work, a technique of crocheting wire taught to her by native peoples in the Toluca area of Mexico, Asawa made biomorphics meant to hang and swing and cast shadows, pieces that both reveal and add mystery to the unfathomable perfection of nature. The pieces are intended to be grouped together, prompting curator Watts to hail Asawa as among the first artists to create installation art. “Her work is always known as ‘modern,'” Watts says, “but in this instance it really points to what was coming in contemporary art.”Asawa and Lanier had six children, with the two eldest both born within the span of 1950. As her sons and daughters grew, Asawa engaged them as apprentices; old photos—some taken by family friend Imogene Cunningham—show the children helping her with the many public art commissions that helped to support the family. Known familiarly as the “fountain lady of San Francisco,” Asawa is perhaps best renowned in civic circles for her mermaid fountain in Ghiradelli Square. She and youngest son Paul also collaborated on the storytelling fountain in Santa Rosa’s Courthouse Square area.

“We are all very artistic. I’m a full-time artist and all of the kids like to make things,” Lanier, who works in clay, says. “Art’s difficult, you need help—people to do welding or drafting or engineering or shaping. A lot of the things [Ruth] did were very difficult, and she was always very good at getting people to help her out.”

When her children were school-aged, Asawa became frustrated at the lack of art education in the public system and, with characteristic vigor, set out to change that, working to establish a robust art-in-the-schools program that included having artists work in-residence within San Francisco’s grammar schools. That’s a legacy that Lanier has carried on. “Artists need spaces and schools have spaces,” he says. “It was Ruth’s idea and it was ahead of its time. It’s never easy bringing artists into schools. People like Ruth fought for it for many years and it’s constant fight, even today.”Because of Black Mountain College’s admired renown, Asawa could have easily had a high-profile full-time career. But she wanted a family, too, a balance that many female artists have found ultimately exhausting.

“She didn’t really put a lot of energy into her career and didn’t take the typical path of promoting herself,” Lanier explains. “For many years, she was off the arts scene radar. She spent her energies in other ways, dedicated to her family and to bringing professional artists into public schools. She kept making her work but not really doing any showing or promoting.

“Not that many people know her,” he says, “and that’s what the curator at the de Young wanted to do [with the 2006 retrospective], to give her her place in the history of American art.”

And what place is that?

Lanier laughs modestly. “I’m not really the person to ask about that.”

‘Following Nature: Ruth Asawa in Sonoma County’ opens with a public reception on Saturday, Jan. 26, from 4pm to 6pm, and runs through April 20. A full slate of public programs is scheduled. Exhibiting in the adjacent contemporary art space is the ‘EcoCentric Video Lounge,’ a looped screening of some 20 experimental video projects involved with nature. Sonoma County Museum, 425 Seventh St., Santa Rosa. 707.579.1500.


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Letters to the Editor

01.23.08

First Fruits

I have been thinking about our two January holidays. Why is the first day of the year a holiday? Shouldn’t it be a day of “first fruits,” giving our best to the community? We “thank God it’s Friday” (I’m sure s/he is not saying “you’re welcome”). Why do we hate labor?Furthermore, Dr. Martin Luther King would feel far more respected if business and government stayed open longer than usual to promote his cause of social justice. Closing offices and creating a three-day weekend tames his message. Are we secretly scared of or averse to his goals? The present arrangement seems to preserve the status quo that he fought against.

Public observances of this life teach and inspire us, but should not be considered vacations! Is election day a vacation? A more honest homage is to work a little extra, and then attend a public gathering.

David West

San Jose

John Edwards for Prez

As a progressive, I’m most in league with the platform of Dennis Kucinich, but given the dictates of realpolitiks, I’m supporting John Edwards for these reasons:On Iraq, Edwards advocates immediate withdrawal of 40,000 to 50,000 troops, a complete withdrawal of all combat troops within nine to 10 months and no permanent bases in Iraq.

His healthcare plan is the most comprehensive and specific, and provides coverage for all. New York Times columnist Paul Krugman says about the plan: “It addresses both the problem of the uninsured and the waste and inefficiency of our fragmented insurance system. And every candidate should be pressed to come up with something comparable.”

His plan to halt global warming is based on capping greenhouse gasses at levels that the latest climate science has determined to be necessary to avoid the worst impacts of global warming. The plan reduces greenhouse pollution by 20 percent by 2020, and by 80 percent from 1990 levels by 2050. It is based on the cap-and-trade system established by the Clean Air Act of 1990 to limit pollution by acid rain.

He is committed to ending poverty by 2036. He would increase the minimum wage to (at least) $9.50 an hour by 2012; index it to inflation; create 1 million “stepping stone” jobs; strengthen labor laws and enforce workplace protections.

He pledges to protect the Constitution, and to respect and restore civil rights and freedoms. In particular, the United States will not engage in torture, will restore habeas corpus and shut down Guantanamo. We will not engage in warrantless wiretapping, and will fix provisions of the Patriot Act restoring privacy safeguards. Edwards would end the practice of presidential “signing statements.”

He pledges to reform election laws, require the use of paper ballots verified by voters and end voter intimidation and suppression.

For more in-depth information on what Edwards is proposing and why, go to www.johnedwards.com.

Will Shonbrun

Sonoma

toxic trash

I was pleased to see the California Product Stewardship Council (CPSC) mentioned in Gianna de Persiis Vona’s article (The Green Zone, Jan. 2). The CPSC is a relatively new organization formed to advocate for increased producer responsibility in the wake of communities wrestling with a barrage of products ending up at their doorsteps that are now considered too toxic to put in landfills—televisions, batteries and fluorescent tubes, to name a few. The concept is called “extended producer responsibility” and the CPSC website has an 18-minute presentation on its website (www.caproductstewardship.org) that provides an overview to help citizens understand the problem and become empowered to advocate themselves. Our government officials at the local and state level need to hear from us.

I work for Napa County Department of Environmental Management and we have signed on to CPSC, along with Sonoma and Marin counties and about 40 other cities and counties in California. The increasing demands on local budgets to properly manage the increasing number of products too toxic (or valuable) to toss in the landfill are escalating. I encourage Bohemian readers to learn more and get involved.

Amy Garden

Kenwood

was Fairies, pure and simple

Thanks to the civic-minded reader who not only phoned all of the lawmakers whose contact info we published in the Jan. 16 “Blast” column regarding proposed state park cuts, but who also let us know of our attack from the unseen world. It appears that, while we slept, fairies went into our pre-press system and swapped the phone numbers for senators Jared Huffman and Carole Migden. Bad fairies!

The correct contacts are Jared Huffman, 415.479.4920; Carole Migden, 415.479.6612. We apologize for our apparent plague of pixies.

The Ed.

Decidedly Of this Earth


First Bite

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

 

I locked up my bicycle and staggered into Paradise Bay around 2pm on a Saturday so hungry that I couldn’t see straight. I’d been riding and foraging for mushrooms all day in the woods, and I hadn’t eaten; that was partly intentional, as I was saving up for this moment. Going hungry is the surest way I know to have a great meal.

 

I sat on the back patio, overlooking Richardson Bay. I observed the brown waters, the boat traffic and the houseboat shanties, and noted that one must have some gall to nickname this slough “paradise” bay. Inspecting the menu, I found half of it to be brunch stuff, and I wasn’t looking for breakfast. The rest of the menu offered flavorful paragraphs detailing each dish’s merits, but I didn’t particularly want to eat meat or shrimp, on which the menu is heavy.

 

Paradise Bay’s executive chef Thomas Mitchell does whip up a few vegetarian items, and I waffled between the papaya, avocado and arugula salad and the romaine salad with persimmons, pears and blue cheese (both $9.50) before choosing the latter. My server brought it out minutes later with a glass of 2006 XYZIN Zinfandel ($8), a bold smoky wine. The salad consisted of two dozen little arugula leaves and scattered suggestions of avocado and papaya.

Still famished, I ordered a bowl of roasted sugar pumpkin curry ($6.50). Perfectly sweet, this creamy purée was topped with slivers of apple and fresh cilantro and bore strong hints of lemongrass and savory spices. The curry was absolutely delicious, and I only wish I could have ordered it twice as big, perhaps accompanied by a pile of steaming brown rice. Alas, for enough sustenance to get home, I had to order a burger.

 

Paradise Bay, 1200 Bridgeway Ave., Sausalito. Open daily for lunch and dinner; brunch, Saturday–Sunday. 415.331.3226.



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Mas Y Mas

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Acquired Tastes

World Vision

01.23.08

According to Northern California lore, summer is a time for festivals, fun and frolic, and winter is a time for hunkering down, battling depression and staring dully at heating bills. Justine Ashton, founder of the Sonoma Environmental Film Festival, inaugurating Jan. 25, believes that winter has so much more potential. To this end, Ashton has organized and produced a new film festival that promises to be as invigorating as January is predictably dull. As cofounder of the Wine Country Film Festival, held every summer for the last 22 years, Ashton is no stranger to the art form that is the indie film festival. Not only does she understand good film, but she has an intense passion for earth conservation, two skills which, now that they have been coupled, should be of service and inspiration to anyone willing to battle the damp and travel the distance.

When I speak to Ashton, she is in Nevada City at the Wild and Scenic Environmental Film Festival, doing what she loves to do: seeing great films, meeting great film makers and scouting out good material. Ashton, who owns Ashton Vineyards in Glen Ellen, speaks passionately about her commitment to changing the way she lives every day in order to reduce her impact on the planet. The Environmental Film Festival is a direct extension of her desire to live every day as if it were Earth Day. This is an event intended to be not just informative, and entertaining, but transformational as well.

Boasting a total of 25 films submitted from all over the world, this three-day festival—curated by Ashton with the help of students from a local high school and individuals from Sonoma Valley’s green community—covers such topics as water, green building, sustainable economy, alternative energy, organic agriculture and wilderness conservation. The films range in length from five to 87 minutes and cover a gamut of emotional trajectories that Ashton says are meant to be inspiring, entertaining and easy to understand. After the films, there will be discussions led by an array of individuals knowledgeable in the varying fields of inquiry, whose goal it is to help the viewers examine how the films relate to us and to our communities. I browse the list of upcoming films, as disparate in subject matter as they are in length, and find that, given the opportunity, there isn’t a single one I would miss. Unable to decide, I allow myself to be drawn in by the titles alone. There’s The Weeping Camel (Jan. 25), a Mongolian film in which, after a difficult birth, a mother camel rejects her newborn, and a musician must be summoned to perform a ceremony in an attempt to coax the camel mother into nursing her baby. Waiting to Inhale (Jan. 26) is a documentary that investigates the controversy over cannabis legalization, a matter whose importance, the summary claims, is “of life and death.” The short doc Carbon Nation (Jan. 27) follows 10 Utah teenagers as they experiment with a carbon-neutral lifestyle. One Man, One Cow, One Planet (Jan. 26) is a film about a man who, at the age of 78, leaves home to live in India to teach biodynamic farming. The screening, naturally, is paired with biodynamic wines and other organic local fare. Buddha’s Lost Children (Jan. 27) tells the story of a Thai boxer turned monk who travels Thailand’s Golden Triangle in order to help the region’s children.

For the better part of January, I have been either at home watching uninteresting movies on my little television set while folding laundry, or at the theater watching depressing movies and eating too much candy. With this reality as a backdrop, the Environmental Film Festival offers a level of intrigue that comes as a sort of oasis amid the cinematic crap that veritably rises around me. To further push the constraints of the month, the festival is striving to be a zero-waste event, a goal that seems entirely feasible given that Green Mary, event-greener extraordinaire, will be there. This is a ticket-free weekend promoted without the use of flyers or posters. Home-made meals composed of organic, locally grown produce will be available; organic wine will be served in biodegradable cups; and on Saturday, there is a crab feed, followed by a round-table discussion that includes filmmakers and selected speakers.

All net proceeds are to be donated to the Sonoma Valley School district, where the money will be used for the creation of an organic garden at Sonoma Valley High School. While a January drive through wine country may not be recommended in any of the guide books, after considering the bounty offered by the Environmental Film Festival, it seems prudent, in this case, to make an exception.

The Sonoma Environmental Film Festival runs Friday-Sunday, Jan. 25-27. All films and activities take place at the Sonoma Valley Women’s Club, 574 First St. E., Sonoma. Films, $8-$10. For details, go to www.seff.us or call 707.935.3456.


Stories in Wood

01.16.08

S torytelling is said to be a dying art, a trajectory that Michael “Bug” Deakin, owner of Heritage Salvage in Petaluma, believes should be stopped. If there is one thing that Deakin understands besides the beauty of wood, it is the importance of preserving our history as a way of sustaining our future. To this end, Deakin makes it his personal obligation to pass on the stories, or “heritage,” of each piece of salvaged material that passes through his hands. His Heritage Salvage aims to provide a vital environmental service by salvaging and reusing viable materials, but it is the commitment to preserving the stories within the materials that sets it apart.

Born into a family of storytellers, Deakin has succeeded in keeping the family tradition alive and thriving. He knows the story of virtually every piece of wood or harvested item that exists in both his extensive salvage yard and proportionately modest showroom. He can identify the origin of the materials used to build the custom-made furniture on display, and each piece comes with a certificate of heritage that re-tells the slice of history that has been passed on to Deakin during his salvaging adventures.

The showroom boasts baskets made from the discarded planks of wood that winemakers place in their vats to bestow that “barrel-aged” flavor upon their wines. Chicken feeders are made into exotic, intricately etched lanterns. Old wood from falling-down barns is refashioned into hope chests, tables, coat racks, wine consoles, mirrors and picture frames. Lamps are culled from industrial spools. Deakin tells me that he is forever trying to figure out new ways of transforming his diverse finds while valuing both form and function.

In the back of the showroom, I discover a bevy of recycled treasures: doors, stoves, massive pieces of hand-hewn teak from Bali and Indonesia (which Deakin came upon after someone else imported them and then was unable to put them to use) and a salvaged staircase from a church pew that leads to nowhere in particular. Out in the yard sits a hulking pile of old growth redwood beams, rescued from San Francisco’s 1906 Levi Strauss building.

While profit is surely a factor, it takes a certain measure of love and obsession in order to justify the long, often grueling hours involved in salvaging and moving the inspiring specimens that litter the Heritage Salvage yard. I am reminded of the wood lovers of my Big Sur childhood who relished the coastal storms and who every winter could be counted on to be out in the dumping rain with their chainsaws, prepared to mark any fallen tree they could find as their own. But storms felling mammoth redwood trees are not the norm, and much of today’s salvaged wood is being trucked in from faraway places, which makes me question the carbon foot-print involved.

Can using salvaged beams, most often shipped from another state, to add beauty to an opulent and quite likely palatial home really be considered a green practice? After all, antique, harvested wood does not come cheap. But I am encouraged by what Deakin calls his “organic pricing.” Deakin says he has a commitment to making his salvaged materials available to those who need them and, I get the strong impression, to those who will truly value the story held within.

Heritage Salvage is not about dressing up our present with a little old-growth splinter stock; it is about salvaging the past to feed our future. Deakin’s ultimate goal is to spread the methods of Heritage Salvage across the country. His aim is to show communities how to keep it indigenous, how to take down their own barns, chicken-coops and houses, and how to salvage the materials along with their stories.

Deakin says he gets calls from all over the country from those who want him to come out and take down their barn, preserving, as he does so, the stories of their grandparents and great-grandparents. They want their family history to carry on, long after all traces of the structure, where it once sagged as if desperate to return to the earth, have been removed.

I write at an old school teacher’s desk, very ugly but functional, that I bought years ago at a thrift store for five dollars. The desk is unattractive and ridiculously heavy, but if I had been given the written history of my desk, from creation to its eventual existence with me today, I gladly would have accepted. Instead, I look at the scuffs, scratches, dents and various modifications of time, and have no idea where any of them came from. Perhaps Deakin is on to something, and if we remain in touch with our stories, we will be better able to remain in touch with ourselves, and thereby, with the very planet we are so desperately failing.

For more information on Heritage Salvage, go to www.heritagesalvage.com or call 707.762.6277.


Make or Break

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It’s Iranic

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Life in Balance

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Letters to the Editor

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First Bite

p>Editor's note: First Bite is a new concept in...

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