Review: ‘In the Shadow of the Moon’

09.26.07

The Apollo Program, which sent nine missions to the moon from 1968 to 1972, coincided with four violent years in American history. There was a widespread belief at the time that some authorities were using the moon to eclipse the war in Vietnam and the riots in inner cities. Nihilistic jokers could even buy a poster showing Neil Armstrong on the lunar surface with a mockup of a Daily News front page, complete with screaming 120-point block letters: “SO WHAT?”

During these similar times of tarnished American self-esteem, the prince of cinematic uplift Ron Howard has put his name above the title of David Sington’s documentary In the Shadow of the Moon.

And it is high time to re-interview the Apollo astronauts. All three of the Apollo 11 team are approaching their 80s. Twelve men eventually walked on the moon, and six are interviewed in the movie. The disinclination of brave men to reveal much about their feelings, NASA’s PR department and Time-Life‘s editorial standards all conspired to make the astronauts seem like a gang of flattops with fly-over country accents. But then you read Buzz Aldrin’s fine memoir, Return to Earth, or Michael Collins’ Carrying the Fire and discover that they had personalities. Alan Bean, of Apollo 12, claims he was among the more fearful of the astronauts and the one who admits to wondering just how thick that porthole glass was.

A major hole in the movie is the absence of Neil Armstrong. Armstrong is the dictionary definition of the recluse: n., a man who avoids reporters. The Apollo 11 lunar landing was scarier than NASA made it look; the lunar module, Eagle, came within 60 seconds of a command to abort. One chilling moment in Shadow is the reading of a prepared statement, readied in the event that Aldrin and Armstrong were stranded forever: words to the effect that “they came in peace, and now they will rest in peace.”

In the Shadow of the Moon lacks the visual splendor of the highly recommended For All Mankind, a mesmerizing collage of the Apollo missions with 35 mm footage of the surface. The moon voyages were a triumph of science, carried out without the help of anything anyone today would seriously call a computer. But there is a fundamentalist element worked here, and that’s a sign of the times: the controversial reading from a fireproof bible of a page of Genesis during the Christmas 1968 orbit. Charlie Duke of Apollo 16 later became a born-again Christian.

Astronaut Gene Cernan, one of only three men to have traveled twice to the moon, talks of the emotional punch of seeing the world in one whole piece, the same matter Al Gore was discussing in An Inconvenient Truth. “There are two moons in my head,” says one of the astronauts, stressing the difference between his voyage and the view we all get at the inconstant moon.

From this film, you get a sense of stillness that might stay with one forever after such a journey: stillness, and the memory of an immeasurably sharp contrast between a luminous bone-clean desert and a deep black horizon.

‘In the Shadow of the Moon’ opens Friday, Sept. 28, at the Rialto Lakeside Cinemas, 551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.525.4840.


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World of Wine

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09.26.07

We have gone to almost no end promoting the growth of a peculiar fruit-bearing weed, and today Vitis vinifera reigns across most of the Earth’s latitudes and all longitudes. This plant has enriched and corrupted lives, made some people wealthy and others lazy. It has challenged the boundaries of science with its often demanding temperaments and susceptibility to pests, yet today it reigns among the most abundant species on Earth&mdashand still we coddle it toward global domination.

But why wouldn’t we? After all, no other plant or animal does what the grape does so well; that is, ferment into that well-balanced, long-lasting, intoxicating beverage that we call wine.

Grape cultivation appears to have begun 7,000 years ago in Georgia and Armenia, where stationary societies began raising grapevines for the high-calorie fruit they bore. Given the grape’s facility for going sour, it could only follow that bunches of fruit or bladders full of juice fermented frequently and consequently made the odd Neolithic schoolboy stoned at breakfast. Pottery remains bearing traces of tartaric acid and calcium tartrate&mdashstrong evidence of wine for the chemist&mdashdesignates this region, between the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea, as the likeliest cradle of viticulture.

Upon reaching the New World in the 16th century, the Spanish and English conquerors and colonists both attempted to make wine from native North American grapes, likely of the species Vitis americana and Vitis rotundifolia. The product, however, generally tasted bad, and while New Englanders took to drinking ale and wine imports, the Spaniards called home for the coming galleons to bring cuttings of their own national vines; within just years of conquering the New World, the Spanish colonists had established vineyards. The oldest working winery in the New World, in fact, resides near Monterrey, Mexico. Called Casa Madero, it was founded in 1597.

The heart of Mexico’s wine country, however, resides in Baja California. The peninsula was first planted with grapes by the Spanish padres in 1701 at Loreto Mission, on the inside coast halfway down the subtropical peninsula. The region of any commercial significance, though, is the Santo Tomas Valley near Ensenada, which today crawls with about 9,000 acres of vines. Though pocket change to California’s 800,000 acres, the wineries of the Santo Tomas Valley produce 25 million bottles per year and 92 percent of all domestic Mexican wines.

The big grape in the days of the Spaniards was the Mission, which enologists today consider an inferior breed. It produces a pale weak red wine of low acids and many character flaws, and it eventually was all but replaced by far nobler varietals. However, a descendent called the Criolla grape has survived in quite some acreage and now dwells prominently in South America. Some California estates, like Wellington Vineyards in Glen Ellen, grow a few Criolla vines. The Wellington family uses their Criolla grapes as a constituent of their tawny port.

“We make the Criolla port because we have Criolla vines,” shrugs Peter Wellington, owner and winemaker of the winery. “When you have lemons you make lemonade.”

New World, This World
Like Baja and upper California, Texas owes much of its winemaking heritage to the Spaniards, who planted vines here in the 1500s. The industry took a little while to accelerate, however, and it stagnated until about 1970. Today Texas grows 3,500 acres of grapes in its High Plains region, located on the Panhandle at elevations of up to 4,000 feet, making Texas the fifth largest wine producer of the 50 states. While the grape acreage remains stable, the number of wineries tripled during 2000-2005 from 40 to 120. According to Wes Marshall, author of The Wine Roads of Texas, Texas wines have improved dramatically as this influx of winemakers has begun meddling with the available grapes. The Becker Vineyards 2004 Cabernet-Syrah is a huge, woody, delicious blend and one of the better red wines this writer has ever tasted. Many other common varietals grow well, too.

“We have the potential of becoming known for our Viognier as Oregon is known for its Pinot Noir,” Marshall says, “but we’re facing right now the same stigma that California faced in the 1960s: basically, that we can’t make good wine.”

Meanwhile, the great-granddaddies of the wine world have their own problems. Portugal has produced wine for 800 years and now pushes outward into the world’s oceans of wine consumers, but not everyone is taking the bait.

“People have trouble shopping outside of their comfort zone,” says Karen Burkhart, president of Latitude Wines, an importer in Danville. “People buy what they know, unfortunately. They want to buy New World, and if anything, they’ll usually buy French.”

Portugal grows over 200 varietals of grapes, more than nearly any other nation, and its wines are spawned by 500,000 acres of vineyards over its 35,655 square miles, a density of vine-to-acre three times that of California’s. Three-fourths of Portugal’s wine is still consumed domestically, and on average each of the nearly 11 million inhabitants of the country drinks 15 gallons, 58 liters, or 75 bottles of wine per year&mdashover a glass of wine every day.

Asian Oenophiles
Though associated mostly with the usual Mediterranean-climate hotbeds like France, Chile, Italy and California, grapevines have more recently taken root in some of the most unlikely and intriguing places. In the last decade, a strong wine industry has sprouted in a land where the grapevines never go dormant, the vines can’t tell winter from summer, they don’t shed their leaves and they produce two crops of fruit per year.

A winemaker’s dream? Perhaps, but in India, one of the youngest nations in the world of viticulture, it’s still a bit early to tell.

“For me it’s been fun so far, a great adventure to hone and create a new style of wine for India,” says Kerry Damskey, a consulting Geyserville winemaker who has advised winemakers at Sula Vineyards northeast of Bombay, in the Nashik region, since the mid-1990s.

Table grape varietals have been cultivated for nearly 50 years in parts of India, including Nashik, and thus there is a familiarity among some farmers with Vitis vinifera, but for thousands of years the challenges of growing quality fruit has deterred winemaking in this land of heat, humidity and monsoons. Nashik lies at about 20 degrees latitude north&mdashthree degrees inside of the tropics&mdashand at 2,000 feet of elevation. The weather is mild enough year-round that the vines do not shut down of their own accord and will generate two crops of grapes in 12 months if given the chance. This would only mean two inferior vintages, however, and Indian winemakers must prune back the vines to force dormancy upon the plants. They do so in April and May, sending the vines into hibernation for the wet, hot Indian summer, when grapes can easily mold.

The winter, although a bit short of daylight, is dry and mild and provides conditions more hospitable to the developing berries, and as California’s grapevines are blossoming and sprouting leaves, Damskey finds himself in India each year overseeing the Nashik Valley grape harvest.

When Damskey first brought vine cuttings to India in the mid-1990s, there were, he estimates, 20 acres of wine-land in the nation and two or three wineries. Now there are 40 vineyards and 3,000 acres of wine grapes, making it about the fastest-growing winemaking region on Earth. The quintessential varietals of the country, says Damskey, are Syrah, which Indians call Shiraz, and Sauvignon Blanc. A recent sampling of several bottles found some good stuff. Available locally, the 2006 Sula Vineyards Sauvignon Blanc has a very unique jalapeño lacing over a crispy mineral flavor, and Sula’s 2006 Shiraz tastes heavily of smoke, bacon, raspberry vinaigrette and truffles.

While the Indians crush grapes in February and wipe sweat from their brows, the Chinese up at 40 degrees north latitude in the province of Hebei busy themselves in flattening their pruned vines to the ground and burying them under 15 inches of soil to protect against the winter cold, which can drop to negative 10 degrees Fahrenheit. In spring, the vines are uncovered and roused from sleep, and the wines they produce are promising, if you go by sales alone.

The Hebei wine industry dates back to 1910, when thirsty French missionaries planted such varietals as Pinot Noir, Chardonnay, Cabernet Sauvignon, Riesling, Merlot and a few others that struck them most poignantly in their hearts. The Communist government ripped out most of the vines in the 1950s, but grape advocates replanted after the 1987 revolution. Today, Beijing Dragon Seal Wine Company Ltd. of Beijing is among the largest and most reputable of wineries in China. Its grapes are grown organically in private vineyards surrounding the winery, and Frenchman Jérôme Sabaté oversees the making of the wine, so the business is in good hands. The company produces 3.5 million bottles per year from 600 acres of vines, some of which crawl along the base of the Great Wall.

Australia is bent on wine. The average citizen of the country, in fact, drinks more than twice the amount of wine as an American does. In a nation of 20-plus million people, however, domestic consumption comes nowhere near meeting the huge production, which totals approximately 10 percent of the world’s wine output. In fact, to encourage per capita wine guzzling, the government is currently promoting wine as a healthy lifestyle choice with the hope of boosting each citizen’s drinking rate from 20 to 24 liters per year.

New Zealand, too, once famed for its sheep and grassy green hillsides, is now growing over with vines. Dean Stichbury, whose family owns Jackson Estate, a winery in Renwick, Marlborough, recalls his childhood in the South Island countryside, where the Stichburys once cultivated several hectares of cropland and raised all the constituents of a proper farm.

“We had goats, sheep, corn, wheat and fruit trees, but then in the 1980s, people started realizing that all the money was in grapes,” Stichbury says. His neighbors still keep an isolated orange grove, but it’s surrounded by a sea of grapevines. “That’s the last of the Old World. It’s all like Napa now.”

Garden of England
Great Britain’s grape production has remained close to negligible since the end of the so-called Medieval Warm Period during the mid-ninth to mid-13th centuries. A few stubborn souls do grow grapes in southern England, however. Laurence Williams, maestro and master and maker of everything at Harbourne Vineyard in Kent County, England, has grown grapes and made wine for 28 years. The region, known as the “Garden of England,” sits at 51 degrees north latitude, right on par with the northern end of Vancouver Island, yet the warm Gulf Stream and the general maritime influence prevents frost most winters. Summers are mild though, and the grapes ripen slowly and harvest takes place in November.

“And we’re lucky if fermentation is complete by December,” says Williams.

On his three acres, the Englishman grows Müller Thurgau, Regner, Ortega, Seyval Blanc, Schönburger and Blauer Portugieser. Hmmm. Never heard of them, but Williams assures that they’re good&mdashzesty, grapey and delicate, often no more than 11 percent ABV, though high in acid and well suited for prolonged aging.

The English industry has been developing since the 1970s as countrymen develop tastes for beverages beyond ale, but the size of the industry remains a drop in the world’s barrel.

Beyond 50 degrees latitude, or 3,450 miles north or south of the equator, grapes rarely thrive. Winters are too cold and long and summers too cold and short&mdashbut this climatic limitation has nurtured the development of ancient fruit and vegetable wine traditions in many poleward societies, particularly Great Britain and the islands to the north. In these lands, most wines are homemade, but commercial markets exist. Orkney Wine Company, at 59 degrees latitude north, level with Kodiak Island, produces a line of 14 berry, flower and vegetable wines. Founded by Emile and Marjolein van Schayk, originally of Holland, the winery features rosehip wine, blueberry wine, a honey wine and various other blends. The wines are made mostly from local produce and they are fermented naturally, with no preservatives and only granulated turbinado sugar to feed the yeast, which produces as much as 17 or 18 percent alcohol by volume, as in the case of the Strubarb, or strawberry-rhubarb, wine. Only the 18 Carat&mdashnaturally enough a carrot wine&mdashis fortified, with single-malt whiskey.

Emile learned the art of “country wines” 12 years ago in southwest Scotland from a retired shepherdess, and he has since developed dozens of recipes, which he brings to life in 1000-liter tanks. Several customer favorites demand constant production, especially the Black Portent, a black currant “port,” and Emile faces limitations in trying out several recipes he has developed, including potato and nettle wines. Business is accelerating, and Emile operates a tasting room in the front of the winery. Guests do not have to pay for their sips.

“Of course it’s free!” he exclaims. “You can’t charge for tasting, can you?!”

Folks in the Earth’s warmer latitudes also have their own traditions of fermenting things. A popular drink in Central American nations as well as India is cashew wine, produced by home winemakers and to a smaller degree by commercial operations. Native to Brazil, the cashew nut with which we are familiar is actually just a small component of an apple-sized fruit, fleshy, soft and very juicy. The fruits ripen in the spring and once stripped of their kidney-shaped seeds that protrude from the lower end of the fruit, the cashew apples may be eaten fresh, as jam or as juice&mdashand if there’s one thing we all know, it’s that things that make juice also make wine.

Romel Perdomo, CEO of Travellers Liquors, Ltd., in Belize, oversees the production of about 25,000 bottles of cashew wine annually. According to Perdomo, country locals consume the bulk of the output, readily available in local markets, though tourists are catching on, and Perdomo is negotiating with trade authorities in an effort to export this wine to the wider world. The wine consists almost purely of cashew juice, with just a sprinkling of sugar added to reach the desired potential alcohol content. The wine is aged in food-grade plastic, and the longer the better. Oak, however, disrupts the unique flavor, which provides pungent elements of whiskey, earth and grapefruit juice.

Other oddity fruits serve as a source of alcohol as well, and, right here at home, Adams Point Winery in Berkeley demonstrates this with a line of award winning tropical fruit wines. “When I was still doing homemade wine three years ago, I decided that when I went commercial I would just do the tropical fruits because the world just doesn’t need another Merlot right now,” says Bill Galarneau, owner and winemaker of the company. “People wouldn’t come knocking down my door if I was just making grape wine.”

Galarneau makes 60-gallon, or one-barrel batches, of mango, papaya and persimmon wine. Yes, persimmons aren’t tropical. So sue him. Galarneau hosts tastings at his facility on the second Saturday of every month and by appointment, and currently he sells only through the winery. Galarneau once considered opening a tasting room in the wine country, then thought better of the plan.

“I don’t think the Chamber of Commerce in St. Helena would appreciate it one bit if someone came into town and said they wanted to start pouring fruit wines,” he laughs.

“I think I’ll stay in Berkeley.”


Letters to the Editor

September 26 – October 3, 2007

Speaking for the trees

Patricia Lynn Henley’s article about Sudden Oak Death (SOD) was very informative and helpful (“A Changing Landscape,” Sept. 12). For seven years, I have observed the effects of this disease at the Fairfield Osborn Preserve in the oak woodlands of Sonoma Mountain, and it is indeed very difficult to see oak trees suffering and often dying from SOD.

As noted in your article, many plant species are infected by the same pathogen, but most experience mild leaf symptoms that cause little harm. Research conducted at Sonoma State University and other universities suggests that the disease spreads among these “foliar” hosts far in advance of oak infection.

I do not believe that the disease is expanding because forests are unhealthy. Oaks in old, dense woodlands, which grow close to infected bay trees appear to be most vulnerable to disease.

Unfortunately, it seems that the organism that causes SOD is here to stay. Our best hope to cope with it is to develop methods to manage our forests in ways that minimize the spread of this disease, and minimize its effects in areas where it already occurs.

Nathan Rank,
Department of Biology
Director of Fairfield Osborn Preserve
Sonoma State University

Just Say No to Neville

Alarm! (Letters, Sept. 19) is correct, just too many of us are ignoring it. Mr Newell asks, “When are we going to wake up?” Many, like Newell, bemoan war and rightly so. However, we can disagree about it using words, not knives. War is always the last choice, but what do you do when you are given the choice of agreeing-with-us-or-we-kill-you?

Those Wahabists in the Islamic world who want control will do anything to get that control. Their roots come from Amin el-Husseini, the Grand Mufti of Jerusaleum who had direct ties to Nazism and was supported by Hitler. Their views and methods are the same. To those who say pull out of Iraq now, when do you want to fight this enemy? Only after another 30 million die? We cannot afford to act like Neville Chamberlain.

Michael Sturm, Santa Rosa

Talking about Cheap Shots

The latest column by Peter Byrne (“Fish Wrap,” The Byrne Report, Sept. 19) is just another example of yellow journalism at its best. Everyone (including Mr. Byrne) knows that the Santa Rosa Press Democrat has a separate section devoted to local news and the front section usually covers national and international news. But Cheap Shot Byrne once again ignores the facts and gives us his distorted view of reality.

Every column Byrne has ever done consists mainly of half-truths and lies. The rantings of a left-wing lunatic belong in a weekly published in Cuba.

Do your readers a favor and dump him.

Sam Zuech, Rohnert Park

An ill system

Have you needed the services of a hospital? No one seems to plan to, if they can help it. The fact the medical care in our culture has become a corporate endeavor is at the root of the problems facing healthcare. I imagine my fellow nurses being heartsick over the idea of a Sutter strike, yet languishing in increasingly difficult positions: being legally responsible for untrained or poorly trained unlicensed staff, for instance; and working in positions hazardous to their own and their patient’s health with not enough staff—not to mention doing work family members would not even do for their own—at wages not keeping up with the economy. I have seen the changes over 30 years and can attest to the fact that, since medicine became corporate, quality of care has deteriorated. If you want to change the system, take informed action. Watch the documentary The Corporation, not to mention Sicko, take a hanky to catch your tears and write our senators.

Pamela Lewis, RN Sebastopol

Moving Daze

You know how it is when your office is in a pre-moving uproar and even your parents are moving and your sister gets married and you’re a little dizzy from all the damned carrot sticks it takes to get into a proper wedding outfit and your copyeditor goes on vacation and there’s really only two of you there full time anyway and the interns need direction and the ArtQuest kids begin a project and the proofreader position was eliminated six years ago and all you really want to do is go camping in the last burst of summer’s wan warmth?

Yeah, us too.

You know what happens when that happens? You produce papers similar to the Sept. 19 issue in which errors begin on the front page and meander, like Oberon leading his fairy attendants through the cowslip, all throughout the paper.

You know what the best fix is for all the moaning and gnashing of teeth that follows such a public riddle of folly?

A contest! To wit: Name All of the Errors in Last Week’s Paper for a Chance to Win a Sony Pictures Classic Art House Film Screener We Don’t Want to Pack.

Write Errors! ed****@******an.com and we’ll probably even be organized enough to check.

The Ed.,
Covered in cardboard cuts and odd bits of tape


America’s Obsession with… Storage

Since the 1970s, the average U.S. home has grown by 80 percent, yet Americans face a “storage crisis,” according to UCLA researchers.

The self-storage industry is only 35 years old. It took 25 years for the first billion square feet of storage space to be built. The second billion square feet was built in just eight years.Seven square feet of commercial storage space now exists for every American.

One in 11 households rents storage space &#82121 million more households than two years ago.

For $200,000 the GarageTown chain sells “condominium” storage units complete with fridge, cable TV and members-only clubhouse.

Self-storage units cover 72 square miles, the area of Manhattan and San Francisco combined.

The New York Times reports a surge in multiyear, multiunit renters, or what one self-storage company calls “a segment of the population that has truly embedded storage into its lifestyle.”

Last year, Americans spent $7 billion on organizational products for their homes, closets and garages.

Container Store staff are trained to develop an “emotional connection” with customers. Says a salesperson, “When someone comes in to organize belts or shoes, there is usually a bigger problem.”

American women would rather organize their closets than lose weight, according to a 2005 Rubbermaid survey.

One in three Ikea customers say they get more satisfaction from cleaning out their closets than from having sex.

Men who don’t organize their sock drawer have sex three times more a month than men who do.

Men who own Palm Pilots are four times more likely to forget their wives’ birthdays than men who don’t.

The National Association of Professional Organizers claims that Americans spend 55 minutes a day looking for things they know they own but can’t find.

Four in five new homes have multicar garages. Most two-car garages have one or no car in them.

Seventy-five percent of L.A. garages are used in ways that preclude any parking.

Many upscale homes now feature a “transition room” or, as one woman told the New York Times, “the room where we will channel all of our crap.”

After a Massachusetts family moved into a smaller home in 2005, the mother was reportedly “very depressed” until they converted their den into a “Costco annex.”

According to Mental Health America, more than 2 million Americans are hoarders.

In 2003, a Bronx man spent two days trapped under his magazines&#8212ranging from Vibe to the Harvard Business Review&#8212before firefighters rescued him.

In 2005, a 12-year-old Long Island girl was accused of strangling her mother after being told to clean her room. Her attorney claimed self-defense.

Ninety percent of parents say that their kids’ rooms are causing “mess distress.”A recent study found that college conservatives’ rooms are more neat and organized than liberals’.

The U.S. produces 40 percent of the world’s new stored information.

Each American produces 800 megabytes of digital data a year, the equivalent of 30 feet of books.

The CIA burns up to 10 tons of documents per day.

The director of the National Association for Information Destruction says paper shredders are becoming “a household requirement as much as a washer and dryer.”

The initial version of this year’s U.S. Troop Readiness, Veterans’ Health, and Iraq Accountability Act bill set aside $74 million for peanut storage.

A Kansas salt mine is home to the world’s largest film collection, and, until recently, 400 versions of the good book, owned by the American Bible Society.

The Mormon church advises its members to keep a year’s worth of rations because “It may someday be as important to store food as it was for Noah and his family to board the ark.”

The average American fridge is twice as big as its European counterpart.

Two weeks after Hurricane Katrina, state troopers rescued 1,400 frozen embryos from a flooded New Orleans fertility clinic. The first set of twins was delivered in December.

The San Diego Zoo’s “Frozen Zoo” has semen, embryos and DNA samples from 675 species, half of them endangered.

For $110 a year, Clone USA will store your pet’s semen&#8212provided you collect it yourself.

This edition of ‘Exhibit’ originally ran in theJuly/August issue of Mother Jones magazine. The Byrne Report returns Oct. 10.


Wine Tasting Room of the Week

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Macheezmo Mouse was a concept restaurant chain that operated in Portland, Ore., in the 1990s. The fare was fresh salads and burritos, and the tagline was “Healthy Mexican Food.” Employees were instructed to tell curious customers that the name was: “A paradox!” The healthy effect was achieved mainly by stuffing burritos with shredded carrots and such. I hope that these days, they have got some decent taquerias up there. Such an effort to make Mexican food appealing to health conscious gringos seems strained, and mystifying here in California, not to mention a little insulting. The cognitive dissonance was further enhanced by the decor. Acute angles of industrial steel plating, front ends of hot rod cars jutted out of the wall&#8212all with classical music lilting in the background.

For some reason, a visit to Longboard’s tasting room reminded me, in afterthought, of the long-gone Mouse. But I want to emphasize that the cognitive dissonance is much more pleasant at Longboard. For one thing, they serve wine. Longboard was started up by a winemaker who, can you guess, wanted to combine his two passions, surfing and wine. They’re serving a few Longboard wines over at the Toad in the Hole Pub in Santa Rosa, and I decided to drop by and see what else was up at the tasting room. It’s on Fitch Street, just a few blocks out of the way of the Healdsburg hubbub. I kind of expected a driftwood tasting shack with sand on the floor, our wine dude to greet us with a hang loose sign, and an ice-cold Corona on offer as a closer.

Well, no. Inside, it’s a dimly lit lounge, with leather-upholstered seating and artwork on the walls. Surf art, to be sure. And floor to ceiling with vintage surfboards, no doubt. And yes, an endless surf documentary plays on a big plasma TV with a Dick Dale soundtrack. Other than that, it’s rather sedate. Our host was a veteran sommelier&#8212and surfer&#8212who poured Merlot while muttering comparisons to impeccably pronounced Bordeaux counterparts and tossing off causal asides about suitcase clones.

But if the setup seems so genteel, consider this: If serious surfers are said to anticipate an approaching wave with focused contemplation, then it only follows that they’d pursue winemaking with corresponding studiousness.

I’d like to see some more fun in the lineup (a wine cooler-ready rosé?), but the wines are seriously good enough. The 2004 Russian River Valley Syrah ($24) is deep in pen ink and dark blueberry fruit, with tannins that are big, though not as gnarly as the 2003s. An unusual blend of 90 percent Syrah and a handful of other cultivars field-blended in one crush, the 2004 Dakine Vineyard Syrah ($45) is much softer, with Zin-like acidity and baked berry aromas, with a full, long finish. Available soon and sparingly offered for tasting, the 2006 RRV Pinot Noir ($28) has regional character of candied cherry fruit, spicy greens, clove and cola notes. The pours are sufficient to get a good bearing on the flavors, and if you’re really enjoying one in particular, you can buy a glass for $5 and kick back, a hella good deal. The Cabernets were unfortunately not available, so until the 2004s roll in, we’ll just have to hang on, look westward and wait.

Longboard Vineyards, 5 Fitch St., Healdsburg. Tasting room open Thursday-Saturday, 11am to 7pm; Sunday, 11am to 5pm. 707.433.3473.



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Deva Premal

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09.26.07

In 1989, the young German singer Deva Premal, studying at the Osho ashram in India, was approached by a New Age group in need of a blonde model to spice up their press photo. The group had just returned from a world tour “of enlightenment” and had collected women in various roles along the way&mdashmassage therapist, road planner, cook&mdashbut none of them, as deemed by the group’s guitarist, Miten, were fit to pose alongside the band. Flattered, the blonde Premal said yes, and a life partnership was born.

Premal and Miten are now an extraordinarily successful duo, topping the New Age charts and serenading massage tables worldwide. For her first album, 1998’s The Essence, recorded in Premal’s bedroom, Miten acted as producer, approaching the project with a clear mind. “We’ll get some keyboards, and you just sing,” he assured her. “It’s easy to make those New Age albums.”

Premal’s best-known works, like The Essence‘s “Gayatri Mantra,” hinge on constant repetition. This is an important feature for the studios and spas where Premal’s music plays a key role in the multibillion dollar yoga industry. Her newest album, Moola Mantra, strives for a whole new level of meditative comfort. Backed by sounds largely indecipherable from song to song, Premal’s breathy soprano repeats the same 15 words, over and over, for almost an hour.

Fans of this experience are most effusive in their praise of Premal’s ability to transform their life’s path, and show little restraint in detailing, on her website, the music’s power over their disabilities, diseases, sexual frustrations or mental states. A prevalent testimonial is that of wiping out all thought&mdashas well as the loss of desire to listen to anything else. The pop star Cher writes that Premal’s CD is “the only one I ever want to hear.”

Ardent devotees of Premal and Miten can attend their annual week-long seminar near Cancun called “Tantra-Mantra,” designed to strengthen the sexual polarity of male and female energies through chanting and tantric practice (homosexual couples are not allowed). The fee is $900&mdashnot including travel, food or accommodations&mdashwhich makes the duo’s appearance in Santa Rosa a virtual steal at a fraction of the moola.

In a benefit for Sonoma Ashram, Deva Premal and Miten appear on Saturday, Sept. 29, at the Jackson Theater, 4400 Day School Place, Santa Rosa. 7:30pm. $30-$50. 707.996.2748.


Complete Cycle

09.26.07

Just for fun, I decided to cold-call restaurants out of the phone book until I find one that composts. After all, if I can fill a one-gallon bucket every single day with food scraps, how much must a restaurant produce?

“Why should I compost? It will just breakdown in the landfills anyway, so what’s the difference?” I have heard this pathetic excuse from people who refuse to compost so many times that I long ago lost count. No matter how many times I hear it, I never get over the stab of irritation that inevitably makes me snap something unattractive like, “Been to any landfills lately, Einstein? You actually believe that your food scraps compost? And how exactly, in this compressed and smothering environment, do you expect anything to breakdown?”

In response to my small act of guerilla investigative journalism, I receive a series of no’s, which finally end with a miraculous “Yes,” at the French Garden Restaurant in Sebastopol. Restaurant owners Joan Marler and Dan Smith compost the scraps from their kitchen at their nearby 30-acre organic farm, and it is this morsel of information that leads me not just to a composting restaurant, but to an organic garden, a way of life and a small community hospital struggling for survival.

Marler tells me that the reason she and Smith have the restaurant is because of the farm. It is the farm that drives their menu, their passion and their dream. “This is our way of manifesting our values in terms of how to live and be earth stewards, supporting local economy and eating locally,” she says. “And how not to support this whole megabusiness of food that’s coming from all over the world. The whole point is: what sustains life?” Their farm provides, almost exclusively, the fruits and vegetables used in the restaurant. Everything is fresh picked and delivered straight to the restaurant’s kitchen, down to the flowers on the tables. Even the butter is churned fresh from local organic cream.

Marler and Smith are actively committed not only to growing and serving their own food, but to using the restaurant space as a positive place of interaction for the community. The last Wednesday of every month, the French Garden sponsors a free documentary series on peace, justice and sustainability; the first Sunday of every month there is an open mic for poets; and the last Sunday, up come the chairs, tables and carpets&mdashand in come the band and the folk dancing.

I meet Smith at the restaurant, and he walks me through the bustling kitchen. The kitchen overflows with produce&mdashtomatoes, lettuces, onions, herbs, multicolored peppers, chives, garlic, berries, apples, pears&mdashall of it brought in fresh from the farm. Buckets of freshly pulled carrots wait to be washed, heirloom tomatoes are lined up on trays, fresh-made sauces and tapenades are in the cooler and edible flowers await. I am surrounded by a priceless array of organic food, and am struck momentarily by an almost overwhelming case of kitchen envy that dissolves into admiration when Smith shows me where the kitchen scraps are collected into trash bags. These scraps are taken back up to the farm, mixed in with composted duck manure, and then turned back into the ground to feed the farm so that, as Smith puts it, the cycle is complete.

Along with running the farm and the restaurant, Smith is director of business and strategic development for Palm Drive Hospital, a volunteer position of utmost importance for this hospital, which is all too often teetering at the brink of extinction. He and Marler have, on more than one occasion, been personally responsible for helping to provide the funding necessary to keep Palm Drive open and functioning. Smith insists, “A hospital isn’t just a corner store. You don’t just let your hospital close!” To this end, the French Garden will host a fundraiser for Palm Drive Hospital on Sept. 30, providing the entire banquet free of charge, which means that 100 percent of the ticket price goes directly to saving the hospital.

As I drive home, it occurs to me that there must be something more to people who compost. On the surface, composting may seem like a small thing. After all, what is a little decomposition compared to the perilous nature of existence? But the facts are irrefutable, and once again I have been shown proof that composting is, indeed, indicative of so much more.

For fresh grown eats, call the French Garden at 707.824.2060; for a list of weekly events, visit www.frenchgardenrestaurant.com; for more information on the Palm Drive fundraiser, call 707.823.8312.


Twiga at Safari

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I haven’t eaten a really good Tunisian brick since I toured northern Africa in the late 1990s. And when was the last time any of us enjoyed a truly tasty Tanzanian bottotie, straight from the Serengeti?

We’ll get our chance at the Twiga at Twilight fundraiser, coming up Oct. 6 at Santa Rosa’s Safari West. The menu for the evening is all about Africa, starting from the reception with its Moroccan-style chicken sticks, to the dessert of fresh berries, pineapple and papaya spiked with star anise and spun sugar.

The event, at $150 per person, benefits the nonprofit educational foundation of the 400-acre wildlife preserve tucked in the Petrified Forest between Santa Rosa and Calistoga. In typical fashion, it includes live entertainment, silent and live auctions, and plenty of wine.In an untypical twist, however, guests will start the evening (promptly at 5:30pm, please) with authentic Sundowners (serious whiskey and gin-based drinks, mixed with malaria-protective quinine tonic water and scurvy-fighting lime juice, thank you). No ho-hum canapés here, either: African-costumed servers will ply guests with peri-peri (fiery Red Devil pepper) prawns slathered in mango-macadamia chutney, banana chips topped with chicken hash and “authentic African maize bowls” (corn dough rolled into little balls and dipped in savory relish).

Dinner will be a three-course feast beginning with cucumber-feta and watermelon-pineapple salads, artichoke-basil-cauliflower flatbreads and those delectable bricks (samosas, actually, as in the popular African street snacks of crispy pastry purses stuffed with raisins, onions, potato and lemon peel; the brick Twiga’s menu refers to is the phyllo-like dough).

Guests are encouraged to dress safari-chic, for gathering around family-style entrées including roasted harissa-rubbed game hen, cumin orange duck legs, saffron couscous with grilled vegetables, green apple roasted potatoes and that delicious bottotie (a traditional casserole of curried ground beef and dried fruits topped with baked custard, bay leaves and lemon). Wrapping things up: spiked fruit, chocolate banana bread pudding and chocolate-rum mini flans.

It gets even better. During the festivities, guests will be set loose to explore the rolling, tree-covered preserve, bidding g’day to the gazelles, offering salutations to the scimitar-horned Oryx and greeting the park’s newest baby giraffe.

Be sure to bring your wallet&#8212the highest bidder at the auction will get the chance to name the cute critter. If Twiga is already taken (an obvious choice, it’s Swahili for giraffe), I vote for “Little Baby Bottotie.”

Twiga at Twilight is slated for Saturday, Oct. 6, at Safari West, 3115 Porter Creek Road, Santa Rosa. 5:30pm to 9pm. $150 per person with optional overnight accommodations available. 707.579.2551 or www.safariwest.com.


Russian River Food & Winefest in Monte Rio

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Gretchen Giles

While the Russian River Food & Winefest is only in its fourth year, its scope has expanded far beyond presumed baby steps. With the culminating event slated for Sept. 30, the RRFW actually begins on Wednesday, Sept. 19, with a little old open mic in Graton. At that town’s Ace-in-the-Hole pub, singer-songwriters will vie to see who gets an opening slot for the Country on the River gig set for the Monte Rio Meadow on Sept. 29, headlined by Hal Ketchum. An outdoor event replete with gourmet box lunches, this afternoon of Americana and lawn-dancing benefits the Russian River’s EcoRing nonprofit, just one of the many river area do-gooders due to receive funds from the overall swathe of the RRFW.

On Sept. 20 at 3pm, the Guerneville School Garden is the recipient of a Planting of the Trees ceremony in which three black walnuts will be added to the school’s teaching garden. On Sept. 28, the RRFW turns its eye to the arts with a unique event to sustain Monte Rio’s plucky Pegasus Theater with staged readings of works about the joys of eating and drinking performed by area actors and foodies. The $100 ticket includes all manner of comestibles as well as two tickets to an upcoming Pegasus production.

The RRFW culminates on Sunday, Sept. 30, in a daylong meadow marketplace with food and wine tastings, chef demonstrations and an author panel, among other treats. Relish Cooking School dons the whites, as do James Beard Award winner Scott Peacock of Atlanta’s Watershed resto and our own Mateo Granados. Carrie Brown of Jimtown, author Michele Anna Jordan and chef Peacock discuss “American Food in American Life”; meanwhile, artisanal cheese tastings will abound. A VIP ticket gives access to a restricted area amassed with special food-, wine- and expert-driven events.

Other recipients of this massive fundraising effort include the Russian River Valley Foundation, assisting arts in the schools, and the benevolent Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. Eat good, dance good, plant good, enjoy good—do good. Not bad at all. Affiliate events too numerous to list add to the fun. For complete details, go to www.russianriverfoodandwinefest.com.



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Doing the Math

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Picture It: Sonoma County residents alone produced enough solid waste in July 2007 to equal the weight of 90,000 Sumo wrestlers.

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Most people have trouble relating to environmental data. For example, what does it really mean that Sonoma County produced 1,300 pounds of CO2 emissions per capita in July? Is that a lot? A little? Should we be concerned about this, or is that low as far as these things go?

Well, apparently, that 1,300 pounds is the same as sending 70,000 Hummers up into the atmosphere. And that 440 kilowatt-hours of energy used per capita in June? It’s like every person brewed 3,000 pots of coffee that month. Or the 111 pounds per capita of solid waste that Sonoma County residents generated in July? The same weight as 90,000 sumo wrestlers, y’all.

That’s according to Graton-based Community Pulse, a new information source working to draw attention to environmental issues. Its goal is to get people to tune into environmental indicators the same way they pay attention to sports stats or rain predictions.

“There are so many kinds of feedback that people tap into,” says Anna Brittain, program manager for Community Pulse. “They check the weather, traffic reports, get on the scale to see if the diet is going anywhere. We want to make environmental feedback like the weather, something that almost everyone taps into.”

Community Pulse has partnered with agencies like PG&E and the Sonoma County Water Agency to get monthly outputs for four categories: solid waste, water use, energy consumption and CO2 emissions. Once Brittain gets the numbers on the categories, she breaks them down to a per-capita rate to make them easier to understand. On top of that, she tries to get people to visualize the numbers by comparing them to everyday things like Hummers and pots of coffee.

The goal is to use numbers to show how actions like leaving the lights on or not recycling affect the environment. Community Pulse also offers tips on how to make lifestyle changes such as watering after dark to reduce the water bill or keeping the water heater at 120 degrees to reduce electricity use. Other tips are more controversial, like suggesting people go vegetarian to save water, since it takes less water to produce vegetables than it does to produce animals.

“That one was to generate some buzz,” Brittain says. “I’m not sure how many people are actually going to turn vegetarian.”

If it catches on, Community Pulse hopes to expand to other communities in the Bay Area and beyond. Once communities see how they compare with the areas around them, it may stir up a little friendly competition.

“If the strategy is demonstrated as effective, we would want to get [the monthly report] syndicated so that newspapers could purchase it for their community papers,” says cofounder John Garn. “But right now, we’re just trying to figure out the system in Sonoma County.”

Garn, who owns the environmental consulting firm Viewcraft, first thought of Community Pulse 10 years ago when he read a thesis by Dutch graduate student Jan Hanhart.

In the early 1990s, the local government of The Hague, Netherlands, wanted to reduce natural gas consumption in the community by 15 percent. Hanhart suggested they simply show people the amount of natural gas they were using, give them a goal to meet and tell them how they could meet it. The government didn’t like the idea, so Hanhart decided to turn the experiment into his graduate thesis. He began putting ads on the front page of the newspaper explaining how much natural gas the community was using and how people could cut down. People soon took notice. By the end of six months, natural gas emissions had decreased 18 percent, surpassing the government’s goal.

When Garn read Hanhart’s thesis, he decided to try the idea in Sonoma County. However, the project stayed in the background until a year ago when Brittain, then a Yale grad student, became Garn’s intern and took over the project.

First, they started collecting the data, which took almost a year to track down since most agencies aren’t prepared to parse out their statistics on a monthly basis. Since launching in May, some 1,200 visitors have visited the CommunityPulse.org website and the nonprofit has committed to running regular data in the daily press, aiming to reach a larger audience.

It’s a small start, but it’s begun to catch on. “A teacher came up to me and said that every day she cuts out the weather report and hangs it in her class,” Brittain says. “Now that she has discovered Community Pulse, she has started to cut it out and hang it in her class as well so her students can read it along with the weather.”

Still, even Brittain seems unsure whether the project will gain momentum. For one thing, people tend to shut down when they hear terms like “acre foot” or “greenhouse gas emissions.”

In fact, getting people to view environmental information positively is one of the biggest challenges of activists today. And that, more than anything, is Community Pulse’s plan: to change how people look at environmental indicators.

“Signals are missing in the realm of the environment,” says Ann Hancock of the Climate Protection Campaign, a fiscal sponsor of Community Pulse. “So we blithely go along consuming and behaving the way we do because of the absence of those signals. Community Pulse is one of the ways to get those signals. It’s not going to be for everybody, but it is a good thing for many people.”

For this reason, the project consciously uses the word “Community” in its title instead of something like “Eco-Pulse” or “Green Pulse.”

“We don’t want someone to read this title and be instantly done,” Brittain says. “We eventually want this to go to the Midwest or the South and we don’t want someone to see the title and go, ‘Eco-Pulse? No. I’m not reading that.'” Americans, who make up 5 percent of the global population but consume 29 percent of global resources, are slow to make environmental changes because, some theorize, they equate it with giving up their lifestyle.

Garn believes that if Americans see how a simple lifestyle change directly contributes to the overall environmental health of the North Bay, they would be more likely to make these changes.

“Most people in Sonoma County get an energy bill and a water bill and a solid-waste bill,” he says. “Now they have the ability to dial these numbers back into their personal lifestyle. The numbers of salmon in the river or old growth redwoods as indicators are interesting, but these indicators impact people’s lifestyles. With them, people can actually make a change.”


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