Wine Tasting

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Ain’t it grand that, even during the reign of a president who stays the course of sobriety, our fine local wines continue to be served at White House state dinners? It’s particularly fun to imagine interns squirreling away opened bottles afterwards, if we presume that the executive crib bears any resemblance to the rest of the world. The nonpartisan chief sommelier has been partial to Selby Chardonnay through several administrations, as attested to in official menus posted on the wall of that winery’s tasting room. Tony Blair enjoyed it with sliced duck breast. Bill Clinton had something similar.

Susie Selby is a Texan as blonde as Semillon who, after pursuing degrees in marketing and business, adopted her late father’s dream of opening a family winery in the early 1990s, and worked her way up from cellar rat to winemaker. A few blocks from the winery, Selby pours in one of the boutique tasting rooms that have sprouted like weeds around the Healdsburg Plaza. The day after a grueling wine-tour weekend, we found people a little shell-shocked, but the Selby joint was kick-back and friendly. Absent of food pairing, chewing the fat goes a long way toward having a good time with wine.

Sweet tooths might best appreciate the grassy, lemony 2005 Sonoma County Sauvignon Blanc ($13). A waft of the 2005 Russian River Valley Chardonnay ($28) brings back olfactory memories of sunny days gone by (was it that coconut sunscreen that the girls put on?) with a distinct flavor of lime. Now let me get this straight: She put the lime in the coconut? We drank it all up. The 2005 Russian River Valley Pinot Noir ($32) has an enticing strawberry aroma, and depending on taste, either falters as too thin or succeeds as delicate.

The deep black cherry 2002 Alexander Valley Malbec ($28) is made for an asado, by which I mean barbecue. Of a yet deeper hue, the 2003 Sonoma County Petite Sirah ($28) hints of coconut and raisin, but it’s hard to tell what else might be lurking within this tannin monster. Drinkable now, the 2005 Old Vine Zinfandel ($28) is pure jam on toast and might almost go great with a cup of coffee. I didn’t find the 2005 Bobcat Zinfandel ($34) as intense as suggested; dry but declawed, it’s redolent of freshly pressed grape skins. If you’re putting together an instructional wine aroma kit, be sure to include the 2004 Azevedo Cabernet Sauvignon ($45) and label it “eucalyptus.”

Bottom line? More unique than expected. What did I grab a few bottles of to squirrel away? The late-harvest 2000 Sweet Cindy ($12), a tragically sweet potion that is all apricot and Cognac ringed with white raisins dancing around in a delirium.

Selby Winery, 215 Center St., Healdsburg. Tasting Room open daily 11am to 5:30pm. Tastings are free. 707.431.1288.



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First Bite

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April 4-10, 2007

What a difference nine months makes. When I first sampled the tapas at (the then-brand new) Wine Spectrum Shop & Bar in Santa Rosa, I really liked the food. It was very nice California cuisine, and appropriately elegant for the sleek wine bar setting of leather couches and walls lined with rare boutique wines.

What I wasn’t so fond of were the prices. While understandably tapas, these little bites were truly teeny tiny, bringing mere canapés of relatively ordinary ingredients for double-digit charges. I left hungry and feeling a bit ripped-off.

That was last July. Since then, I’ve received a couple of e-mails from Spectrum’s owner and the chef, telling me that changes have been made and, um, urging me to return and give the place another try. (That’s a polite summary of the missives, anyway.)

Well, fine. A recent shopping foray into downtown found my mother and me walking past the shop, and so, feeling a bit starved, we went in.

Well, hallelujah. Wine Spectrum has revamped and spun me into a 180. This is now a terrific spot in Railroad Square to get that same first-rate California cuisine, but in such ample portions that the prices seem almost cheap.

When I graciously allowed my mother to order the cream of wild mushroom soup ($7) instead of getting it myself, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to filch more than a bite or two. But it took the both of us to work to the bottom of this oblong tureen of gorgeous stuff. It was thick, like hot, silky baby food, intensely earthy and dolloped with a touch of cream and juicy chopped shiitake.

My spinach salad ($11) crowded the edges of its dinner plate. The mountain of crisp, fresh leaves was studded with smoky diced duck (warm, beefy, with some of the fat still on, yes!), capers, Point Reyes blue cheese and bits of red onion with a touch of sweet balsamic.

And there was so much Matos São Jorge cheese in our panino ($8) that it overflowed the bread, making a lovely crisp-edged puddle dotted with roasted red pepper and onion alongside handfuls of delicately dressed mesclun.

In fear of not being full, I had also ordered a “bread and spread” plate ($10). It arrived, and there was no space left on our low-slung coffee table. The Artisan Bakers basket brimmed with crispy crostini, lavosh and soft crusty loaf; the dips were whipped white bean hummus, warm spinach-chèvre and chunky sundried tomato-olive tapenade.

To finish, we shared a big, beautiful slab of grilled pound cake ($9), the gently sweet dessert capped with orange zest mascarpone and sitting on a pool of rhubarb-Cabernet coulis. Very refined; very delicious.

Even the wine pours seem to have ballooned, as a bonus to the already exciting 40-or-so interesting selections available. I swear there was at least seven ounces in my five-ounce Zind Humbrecht Alsace Riesling ($7), while mom’s two-ounce Phaedrus Wolf Family Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon ($5) looked like double.

So there you have it, Wine Spectrum masters. There will be no more complaints from me.

Wine Spectrum Shop & Bar, 123 Fourth St., Santa Rosa. Open from 3pm for snacks and dinner, Tuesday-Sunday. 707.636.1064.


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Ask Sydney

April 4-10, 2007

Dear Sydney, my dad and stepmother live comfortably, not lavishly, in retirement in Florida. My mom died many years ago. She was always the one we counted on to help us kids out financially. If she were alive, she would make sure my two sons would be “taken care of”–birthdays, holidays, college funds, etc. As it is, my dad doesn’t even send the kids 10 bucks for their birthdays. He loves to talk with them and obviously loves them a great deal, but even on Chanukah, all he sends is a couple of fancy cakes, not a cent of gelt for the kids. I’ve tried to broach the subject, but it’s awkward. He doesn’t have to send squat to his grandchildren, right? Am I out of line to expect Grandpa to show some “love” financially to his grandkids?–Filial Frustrations

Dear Filly: It takes so much money just to make it, many of us depend on the generosity of family members in order to help provide for our children, and sometimes for ourselves. It would not be far-fetched to say that if families lived more closely together, sharing homes, childcare and offering monetary assistance to each other when possible, our lives could be much easier than they are when we are separated by an almost obsessive desire to have “personal space.” Perfect example? Dad lives in Florida and spends his cash on himself. Once you turned 18, his financial obligations to you were over. Try coming up with something concrete to ask for, like, “Hey, Dad, can you help me put braces on the grandkids, so they don’t have to go through life being called Bucky Beaver?” He may say no, and then you could resent him. Go ahead. It won’t make you feel any better or do any good, but still, he deserves it. Parents should take care of their children as best they can forever. Parenthood is a lifetime commitment. Our children are always our children, no matter how old they get, and when a parent forgets this, it can be very hurtful. Your father is under no obligation to help his grandchildren (and you in the process) by providing thoughtful financial assistance, but by failing to do so, there is no question that he is letting you down.

Dear Sydney, my son recently came home from school very upset. He’s a sophomore in high school, and he’s being made fun of for being “gay.” This has been an on-again, off-again problem since elementary school, and it breaks my heart over and over watching him suffer. My son made me promise not to complain to the school. He says this won’t change anything and would just make things worse for him. How can I protect my beautiful, kind-hearted son from this constant cruelty? Should I complain or respect his wishes? I’m furious about this.–Mama Bear

Dear MB: Make an appointment to meet with the principal. The way your son is being treated is neither acceptable nor safe. Clearly, whether he is gay or not, he’s being discriminated against. Tell the principal that your son’s well-being and safety in school is the responsibility of the teachers and the administration, and they need to do whatever is necessary to ensure your son is no longer tormented. If the problem persists, or even if it doesn’t, consider finding another school. There are high schools where he will be treated with respect. Interview the various schools in your area, and find out what sort of programs and support systems they have in place to support queer youth. (Whether or not he identifies himself as queer is beside the point in this case, as he is being treated as such by his peers.) Gay-bashing is not something to take lightly. It can be lethal. Demand an environment where your son will be treated well. A sophomore in high school should not have to worry about defining his sexual identity, but no doubt the treatment he has been receiving is both confusing and disturbing for him. First, ensure that he is in a safe environment, then try to find someone for him to talk to about what’s been going on.

Dear Sydney, my kids are pre-adolescent. I’ve always raised them to be independent thinkers, and now I’m kicking myself. I have experienced 36 years on this planet and feel I know what they need in order to become healthy adults. But they fight me tooth and nail on almost every single thing I ask of them. I feel so frustrated. I’m beginning to have much more forceful encounters with them and feel that I’m often up against a more powerful force than myself. Obviously, I intended to raise powerful people, but I don’t always think they know what is best. How do I convince them otherwise? For instance, do I insist that they go on family outings or take lessons when they don’t want to and aren’t even willing to try? Or do I just let them stay home? Things are so different than when I was being raised; I never would have fought my parents like this.–Miserable Martyr Mother

Dear Martyr: Bravo to you for raising kids who are independent thinkers! Do you really want kids who do whatever you say because they’re afraid to do otherwise? Believe me, times have not changed. There are still millions of children who are too afraid or intimidated by their parents to speak up for what they want and believe. That said, sometimes you do know what’s best, and you have the right–and the obligation–to make sure that your children follow your directions when it’s important. Look carefully at the different things that you expect of them. Is it really vital that they take lessons? Some kids don’t want to take lessons. So what? But what about family outings? Well, what is it you want them to do? Try to plan family outings that they’ll find engaging, and if you want to do something they don’t, then leave them at a friend’s and go without them. You’ll have a much better time, and so will they.

As your children grow, they are going to resist your suggestions with increasing frequency. Try not to take it personally (yeah, right). They may be kids, but they still know what they like. Your job is to give them as many opportunities as you can, but ultimately, it’s their decision if they want to take you up on it or not. The more thought you put into the things you “make” them do, the more they will know to take you seriously when you insist. People have been tut-tutting “Kids today!” for decades. But the fact is, child-rearing is akin to climbing Mount Everest in a bikini and flip-flops. For all practical purposes, it’s impossible, but what choice do we have, once we’ve begun, but to follow through?

‘Ask Sydney’ is penned by a Sonoma County resident. Inquire at www.asksydney.com.

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Morsels

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April 4-10, 2007

Cue the 1940s-style newsreel. Hear, amidst images of delighted hot dog eaters and Seussian slurpers of slurps, the disembodied prophetic voice of the retail god. But his is a seditious message. “Whereas decadence may have contributed to the fall of the great empire of Rome, convenience may very well be the Achilles’ heel that wrestles the great American empire to her knees. And nothing is more emblematic, my fellow Americans, than the ‘C-stores’ across the country. With names like ‘Fast and Easy,’ these convenience stores open their doors like the Whore of Babylon, entertaining nearly every digestible whim and vice conceived by putrid humanity.”

And that, of course, is why I like them.

Nowhere else can you get booze, porn, fake news, candy, meatius mysterius and all the icy-cold synthetic chemicals needed to wash it down with than at any local convenience store. These C-stores are the quintessence of America. Petaluma used to have a red-light district in what some would say were more honest times. Now we have 7-Eleven and, my personal favorite, the Fast and Easy Mart, where, at a single transaction, one can buy 10 sticks of beef jerky, a chocolate milk, three cupcakes, a lottery ticket, NoDoz and some tobacco. Should one, you know, choose.

Some (OK, many) have suggested that I should feel shame for my love of the C-store, open wide and willing to me as it is at all hours of the day and night. To them, I retort, “See the flag in the window there, comrade? It’s my duty to patriotically patronize, to support that most American, and often most immigrant, dream and can-do attitude so often lacking in the declining middle class, of which I count myself and you a member.”

Look around, I tell them, and see the crippled man, hobbling in to the C-Store at 9pm. He’s a regular. The clerk already knows which five porn magazines to hand over. Where else is this poor, decrepit bastard, this refuse of a society gone quietly mad, going to come so close to so much beauty, so much to worship–and maybe even a complimentary cup of coffee, if he can carry it?

The C-stores are the great equalizers, the last bastion of the former American democracy. When they’re criticized, it’s only by hypocrites who hate America. These hypocrites predict a downfall equal to or greater than that of the Rome of yore. And when it comes, they say, it will because of our love of convenience, of alienation from the real world of hope and fear around us. Our downfall will come, they say, much like the name of the store itself: fast and easy.

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Not What It Seems

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music & nightlife |

Photograph by Elizabeth Seward

By Gabe Meline

The closure of Epiphany Music in downtown Santa Rosa last month and the arrest of its owner are naturally emotional issues for the local music scene. For many of the city’s teenagers, Epiphany provided a crucial outlet for creativity, a welcoming place for face-to-face socialization and a steam valve for the pressures of adolescence. It was, as the saying goes, all they had. When that outlet was taken away, over a hundred people converged in Courthouse Square to protest police action against the venue.

I can be counted as someone who enjoyed many nights at Epiphany, both as performer and participant. The building’s intimate space–by day a music store specializing in instruments from around the world–encouraged dynamic self-expression, fostering an exciting environment both onstage and off. While the rest of the street hosted standard bar bands, Epiphany and the kids who called it home ruled the downtown block as a cultural Tesla coil of innovation, engaged in creating new forms of communication amid a city of spiritless ritual.

News of Epiphany’s closure and the arrest of its owner, Lisa Reed, came as no surprise. Even before Epiphany’s illegal rewiring to siphon free power from PG&E (whose bills Reed allegedly has not paid for over a year) was revealed, Epiphany’s utterly haphazard management was well known. The store had already been closed once before by the State Franchise Tax Board for neglecting to pay over $5,000 in back sales tax. Moreover, I can attest that underage drinking outside the venue went largely unchecked, and I personally witnessed both marijuana and glass pipes sitting in plain view behind the store’s counter on two separate occasions.

I find little fault, morally, with all of this. If you’re going to steal from anyone, you could do far worse than the tax board or PG&E, and teenage drinking and drug use essentially made me the person I am today. But I also know that flagrantly and obliviously ignoring certain strictures of societal order results in swift and unsympathetic punishment.

Still, I was distraught at news of the store’s initial closure by police, who, according to early postings made from Epiphany’s MySpace account, allegedly arrived seven cars strong and arrested Reed, 44, for “having an illegal assembly” while she was playing the piano inside Epiphany after hours with two friends. The postings hinged on a claim that the definition of an assembly is a gathering of 50 or more people.

But this claim was refuted after I spent a full day interviewing representatives from the fire, police, and community development departments. Reed was actually arrested for refusal to comply with a stop use order posted on the building the day before for seven separate fire code violations, ordering to cease “any and all uses involving the assembly of patrons for the purpose of entertainment.” No one I spoke with could verify the number of people in the store at the time of the arrest, but according to Senior Building Inspector Mike Reynolds, a stop use order applies to any assembly, regardless of size. Presumably, the piano playing could constitute entertainment.

In other words, the police utilized a broad interpretation of the stop use order to seize on a small yet legitimate misdemeanor in order to pre-emptively thwart impending catastrophe in a hazardous building. Reed was bailed out, but upon discovery of the building’s illegal rewiring, she was arrested again the next day for felony charges of theft.

During the recent Saturday afternoon protest in Courthouse Square, I interviewed Reed in order to allow her to tell her side of the story, which was vastly underrepresented in the daily newspaper. But she had little detail in her defense. After speaking with her, I am left with the unwavering opinion that she is possibly the worst representative for all-ages shows in the city and that she is making fools of the wonderful kids rallying earnestly to support what actually is her gross negligence and incapacity to handle responsibility.

I first asked Reed what reason she had been given for her arrest–the arrest that, at that very moment all around her, over 100 kids were protesting. She couldn’t say. “Playing the piano in my store?” she guessed. “I’m not sure what it was.” She neglected to mention her second arrest for felony theft from PG&E.

I asked her about the fire code violations posted on the building prior to her arrest; she responded that she’s always been legal. “I’ve always complied. There were no exits blocked, nobody’s ever been locked in.” I have almost always seen a wood pallet blocking the rear entrance, and have personally been accidentally locked in the back room.

I then asked Reed about the siphoning of PG&E’s power. “I don’t know what that is,” she said, seeming confused. “I can’t really comment. I don’t know at this point. It’s all a bunch of lies, though!” Asked if she was going to fight the city, she nodded. “The city, they’ll be in so many lawsuits that they’re gonna probably, you know, end up buying the building from me.”

(At press time, Reed had not found a lawyer willing to take her case. She also does not own the building.)

One of the rallying cries we always hear is that the city of Santa Rosa hates its teenagers, and, judging by the track record, that’s an easy point of view to subscribe to. I’ve seen so many all-ages shows shut down by police that I get nervous anytime I see a new venue violating the law, no matter how minor.

But go to any hyphy show at the Sonoma County Fairgrounds and you’ll find over a thousand teenagers getting down to music perceived by adults as far more threatening than punk rock. You wouldn’t believe some of the crazy shit I’ve seen at those shows, but the cops haven’t shut them down because they are put on by promoters who cooperate with the city to ensure that issues like security, curfew, permits and fire codes are adhered to properly.

Thus the sight of over a hundred kids protesting in Courthouse Square–and later that night, excitedly playing in front of the condemned store on a rented generator–is both incredible and totally sad. Incredible because these kids refuse to take the loss of their only outlet for live music laying down, and are sticking up for the right for their voice to be heard. Sad, because so much of their energy in defending Reed and trying to reopen Epiphany is plainly misspent. Not only has Reed failed to offer refunds for $60 booking deposits paid to secure upcoming shows that are now cancelled, but worse, she has essentially guaranteed that any future all-ages venue in Santa Rosa will face a dire uphill battle.

Thanks to Reed’s belligerence with the city, there’s now a wedge driven between two opposing factions who must work together truthfully and honestly to find common ground in order for an all-ages venue to survive.

The youth of Santa Rosa need a representative who possesses the rare ability to invest all of their time and energy into a project that will reap them no financial reward whatsoever. This someone will also need to be smart, responsible and quick-witted when being in charge of hundreds of other people’s kids. Someone with a clear vision of how the shows will operate, with the ingenuity to make it happen and the bureaucratic skill to keep it afloat.

I still believe that such a person will eventually come along, but when they do, they will have Epiphany to blame for the rigid hoops that they’ll surely need to jump through for the city, the police, and now, a community far less likely to take teenagers’ concerns seriously. In this, Reed’s actions are contemptible. The only remaining question is how long will it take for the scars of Epiphany’s horrible mismanagement and stubborn refusal to admit its mistakes to heal.




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News Briefs

April 4-10, 2007

Say it ain’t so

A coalition is challenging the Sonoma County Water Agency’s assertion that there’s enough water for substantial urban growth, as listed in its Urban Water Management Plan. “It’s essential that county planners have the facts right and that they come clean with the public about the surface and groundwater limits,” argues Stephan C. Volker, the coalition’s attorney. The lawsuit filed by 14 groups representing conservationists, farmers, ranchers, fishermen and outdoor recreation enthusiasts charges that the county must admit that unsustainable urban growth could lead to severe water shortages. Volker says he hasn’t seen this many people in a coalition since the 1980s water wars, and he knows of only one other lawsuit against an Urban Water Management Plan. According to Stephen Fuller-Rowell of the Sonoma County Water Coalition, “It’s time for a change of direction on water policy.”

Ready for anything

Marin County is the proud owner of a shiny, $430,000, 34-foot emergency van. “It’s extremely high-tech,” says Marin County Sgt. Mike Crane. “It’s a state-of-the-art mobile communications center. It’s able to roll throughout the state. . . . If there was another Oakland Hills fire, it would roll there. If we had another Loma Prieta earthquake, it would roll there. If it was needed in Southern California, it would go there.” Known as COMM-1 and paid for with state and federal Homeland Security grants, the self-contained vehicle has five dispatch stations, sophisticated computers, radios, telephones, a 50-foot extension camera and exterior lights that can make midnight seem like noon. It was put through its paces in February in a mock terrorist attack held at Ross School.

Bocce passions

To soothe ongoing squabbles between the St. Helena Bocce Ball Club and the Napa Valley Bocce Ball Federation, the St. Helena City Council recently created a five-member Bocce Ball Committee to oversee the use of Crane Park’s bocce courts. Kathleen Carrick, the city’s recreation director, says that out of Calistoga’s 9,000 residents, about 800 to 900 people play bocce ball. “It’s the number one passion in this small town,” Carrick explains. “People’s passions are quite strong when it comes to bocce ball.” No board members from either league were allowed to be on the new committee. “We wanted people who would be neutral,” Carrick notes. The committee has no budget, so its only addition to the city’s bottom line will be the cost of staff time for meetings and paperwork.


What’s the Buzz?

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April 4-10, 2007


‘Look at this!” exclaims Rob Keller one afternoon in February as he checks on his cluster of beehives in an organic Asian pear orchard southwest of Napa. “Larvae!”

I look at the piece of beeswax he has just removed from the humming hive. Curled up at the bottom of several of the hexagonal cells are maggots. Bee maggots.

“Have one. They’re good.” He hands me the chunk of wax.

A photographer and a teacher of beekeeping at the Nimbus Art School in St. Helena and the Napa Valley Adult School, Keller seems like a trustworthy enough man. The repulsive worm pulsates with growing insect life, and even if it isn’t quite delicious, I know it won’t kill me, so I suck the white, shiny worm out of its comfortable beeswax cell and pop it between my incisors. A rush of flavor like milk and honey flows over my tongue.

Keller and I enjoyed several more bee larvae, but we couldn’t eat all of them. Keller keeps just a dozen of his own bee boxes active throughout the year, and this small semicircle was the lot of them. Last year, he collected 300 pounds of “multifloral” honey from this little collection of hives, and these squirming, succulent larvae represent this season’s harvest, which he plans on marketing, raw and unprocessed.

But elsewhere–beneath the buzzing drone of the endless activity of bees–things aren’t quite right in the apian world. Bees everywhere are dying, and while Apis mellifera, the European honeybee, is not native to the Americas, in the past 400 years the species has largely displaced and replaced native pollinating insects. In fact, thousands of wild plants and commercial fruits and vegetables now depend on this insect for their own procreation, and if European honeybee populations continue to falter, many farmers may have to find new work and wild ecosystems could wither.

How bad is it? Pretty bad, say beekeepers and biologists from around the world. Whereas keepers in the United States managed 5 million hives two decades ago, today they tend to half that many in spite of a rising demand for honey. The decline has been attributed largely to the spread of such parasites as the varroa mite, which first appeared in North America in 1987. Many authorities believe that commercial beekeepers’ chronic overdosing of their hives with antibiotics and pesticides has created, in the style of Darwinian selection, super-parasites that drop dead at nothing. Simultaneously, such overmedicating encourages the proliferation of genetically deficient bee colonies.

In a paper arguing for the merits of biodynamic, organic, medicine-free beekeeping, Santa Rosa Junior College beekeeping instructor Serge Labesque writes, “It is this approach to pest and disease control that is inherently wrong, because it seeks to protect all colonies, weak and strong, those that do not have natural defenses against pathogens and those that do. It is a strategy that deeply interferes with nature’s selection process.”

Mites and parasites aside, a more vague yet more ominous threat materialized six months ago when East Coast beekeepers began to see tremendous and rapid declines in their colonies’ populations. The symptoms have since come thundering across the continent. Everyone concerned is baffled, and they’ve named the dramatic phenomenon colony collapse disorder, or CCD.

“This is something new,” says Labesque. “Not even scientists know what it is, so no one knows how to handle it. People’s colonies have just started dying, and there is no one disease that explains it all.”

Keller and Labesque are among a rising tide of beekeepers who strongly believe that chemicals, pesticides and antibiotics are to blame, and that the proper way to raise bees is to let them raise themselves.

“We’ve just been overmedicating these animals,” Keller says. “Their immune systems have been compromised, and it’s my mission as a teacher to work with the common people and promote this new school of sustainable beekeepers and to basically fortify the Napa bee population.”

The media have lately zoomed in on the California almond industry, a $2.2 billion annual business. Bees pollinate the blossoms of almond trees and ultimately produce the nuts. So vast are the state’s orchards that each February, almond farmers recruit insects from beekeepers across the United States and the world for use in their orchards. The hives arrive in semis, each carrying 400 boxes or more, totaling somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 million bees. In 2006, well over 1 million bee boxes entered the state for the almond harvest.

Labesque believes that this annual conglomeration of so many different bees from so many different regions is unnecessary and has encouraged the spread of troublesome mites and diseases. He urges California almond growers to raise their own bees onsite or to utilize only local keepers’ hives, and is currently seeking legislation to alter the laws and conventions that currently allow for so many colonies–a great many of them infected–to be brought together each year.

We’d all be hypocrites, however, if we were to speak too harshly of hive transportation. That is, after all, how honeybees made it to this continent to begin with. Indigenous to Eurasia and represented by 26 subspecies, Apis mellifera came westward to the New World with the Spaniards in the 15th and 16th centuries. Until then, honey was an unknown miracle on this side of the Atlantic. Today, it’s big business.

In 2005, American beehives produced 175 million pounds of honey, most of which was pasteurized, filtered and blended into an unidentifiable and generic golden blend. But raw, natural honey is a marvelous phenomenon, as diverse and wonderful as artisan wine and cheese. Locally, hobbyist beekeepers market scores and scores of varietal honeys, and many can be tasted at Beekind, a bee-oriented curiosity shop in Sonoma County. Several dozen honeys from around the globe adorn the shelves in the store’s front window, beautifully filtering the sunlight in different shades of gold as it passes through the jars.

Tasting the lineup, one finds a slight commonality of flavor threading through them all: that well-known, musty, honeybee essence. Otherwise, the spectrum is vast. Eucalyptus honey, a light amber in color, tastes like caramel. Rusty-brown buckwheat honey has notes of tree sap and coffee. Dark redwood forest honey, which technically is not honey (it’s a long story), tastes of beer, chocolate and pine resin.

To make honey, bees ingest flower nectar and accumulate it in a stomachlike chamber. Here, the nectar becomes infiltrated by enzymes which serve to convert the nectar into fructose and glucose while also reducing the pH levels to those inhospitable to fungi and microbes. Returning to the hive with the cargo, the bees regurgitate the nectar into the hexagonal beeswax cells of the honeycomb. The sweet floral liquid is subjected to the wing-fanning of thousands of stationary bees, and this relentless activity creates heat and the evaporation of water from the nectar. When the sticky deposits have been reduced to a moisture level of approximately 17 percent (bees have instruments to make such measurements), the thick fluid is officially designated “honey,” and the bees seal it over with wax to protect against marauding bears and beekeepers.

Bees gravitate toward pollen, too. Each insect finds a virgin flower, grips it belly-side up and shakes the blossom like a furious chimp at the bars of a cage. The pollen falls and dusts the bee, at which point it flies home and stashes the floral powder separately from the honey. These two ingredients compose the nutritional needs of bees.

The queen bee is a very special member of the colony. She is the only fertile female, lives 50 times longer than the other bees and grows to be twice as large. But at birth, she is no different than her siblings. In fact, a new queen comes along only when the citizens of the colony decide that the current one must be replaced. Once they have come to this agreement, proceedings advance rapidly. The nurse bees furtively select a larval female, and they pamper her, guard her and feed her a diet–not of honey and pollen–but of “royal jelly,” a secretion from the hypopharyngeal glands of the nurses. This milky fluid is extremely nutritious, and while her siblings mature to inferior dimensions, the chosen infant grows big and strong and becomes sexually viable.

Despite its agrarian aspect, beekeeping today is a volatile business. According to Doug Vincent, who owns Beekind with his wife, Katia, American commercial beekeepers are disappearing at a rate of 10 percent per year, in spite of rising domestic demand for honey.

“But hobbyist beekeepers are increasing at the rate of 10 percent per year,” he says. “With the organic movement, there’s a demand for the raw product, and every small beekeeper I know sells every drop they produce.”

Beekind itself has jumpstarted and now caters to over 300 local beekeepers with beekeeping equipment and a retail outlet for their honey and beeswax products, and the interest in both making pure, unadulterated honey and in eating it is growing. The Sonoma County Beekeepers’ Association currently consists of over a hundred members, according to Labesque, and only a handful of them participate in commercial scale productions. Meanwhile, uncounted hundreds of beekeepers in the North Bay reside off the grid.

The world’s beekeepers are currently divided by very different philosophies on appropriate bee husbandry. Yet the same people are inextricably linked through the intermingling of their insects, and Labesque, Keller and many others firmly believe that cooperation and solidarity in the worldwide beekeeping community are key in preserving the health of bees everywhere. Albert Einstein once predicted that life on earth would cease with the disappearance of bees. If so, this designates beekeepers as the stewards of much more than our honey supply, and whatever they decide to do in the coming months and years to alleviate the issues that currently face our bees, let’s hope they do it right.

Find honey, bee products and beekeeping equipment at Beekind, 921 Gravenstein Hwy. S., Sebastopol. 707.824.2905. Also visit Marshall’s Farms Honey, 159 Lombard Road, American Canyon. 707.556.8088. For additional information, contact the Sonoma County Beekeepers’ Association. www.sonomabees.org.

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Dutch Courage

April 11-17, 2007

In Paul Verhoeven’s Black Book, the rich, beautiful and talented Rachel (Carice van Houten) has a little problem. It’s 1945 in occupied Holland, and she’s Jewish. Her current residence–a cubbyhole in the barn of a Bible-walloping farmer–was accidentally bombed. She’s left in the cold, with only a sizable packet of diamonds and a wad of $100 bills that would choke an elephant.

Fortunately, the Dutch resistance intervenes and gets her aboard a canal boat to Belgium. The craft is machine-gunned by the Nazis. She survives scratchless, except for a demure ricochet wound to the forehead.

Later, during an assignment for the resistance, Rachel is picked up on by a sensitive SS officer, Ludwig Müntze (Sebastian Koch). She has to make the decision: Will she prostitute herself for the resistance?

As in Paul Verhoeven’s Starship Troopers, Black Book has indecision about whether this is erotica, comedy or a serious statement about the underground fight against the Nazis. Critiquing the ruthlessness of the resistance is not new; a 1996 French movie here titled A Self Made Hero did a memorable job of it. Black Book supposedly has merit as Verhoeven’s return to his Dutch roots. To be fair, this director’s first film since Hollow Man has elements of national color and regional humor.

Some have resented Verhoeven for the titillation of his work (American critics can get punitive when they get aroused), and it’s true the Dutch have a more relaxed attitude toward skin. Thus, the deliberate Gouda cheesecake throughout this film, as Rachel suns herself in her underwear and indulges in frequent bouts of toplessness even in a cold climate. Verhoeven refers to his most famous scene–Sharon Stone crossing her legs in Basic Instinct–in showing Rachel bleaching her pubic hair so as to better play the part of a natural blonde.

Maybe the universal appeal of sex is supposed to leaven the references to today’s occupations, as in this utterly subtle line when a Nazi officer is speaking to the Dutch Gestapo, congratulating them: “You fight against the terrorists for our fatherland.” As that line suggests, Black Book is not a movie to take seriously. It’s simplistic, madly nostalgic and larded with romantic visions of the end of the war. Koch is nearly as magnetic as he was in The Lives of Others, and Van Houten has a hundred years of Hollywood good-time girls behind her to draw upon (Stella Stevens comes to mind when watching Rachel smirk as another man bites the dust).

But because of the episodic and heartless direction in Black Book, because of the dramatic last-minute escapes and the glossy, adventure movie sheen here, Verhoeven is still what he has been for years: a director in the international style. And that means the same thing as an architect who builds in an international style, like an airport hotel.

Verhoeven may think his lack of tone in this story is the ultimate kind of moral relativism, and that it’s daring to suggest that an SS man could be kind and resistance leaders could be brutal. It’s not just a matter of self-respect or the respect of your contemporaries. Once you make a movie as lowball as Showgirls, with such bottom-grade coincidences and ultrabasic melodrama, you never really come back.

‘Black Book’ opens Friday, April 13, at the Century CineArts Sequoia, 24 Throckmorton Ave., Mill Valley. 415.388.4862.


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Letters to the Editor

April 4-10, 2007

Dark side of paying it forward

In , Hannah Strom-Martin inadvertently (I hope) subjects her readers to the same assault and violation that she was subjected to. There are many ways she could have communicated her message without the detailed, graphic description of mutilation and torture she used. This seems to be a natural response. Those who are violated in some way and who have not done the deep and difficult personal work necessary to release the trauma tend to reenact it–sometimes as victim, sometimes as perpetrator. They will do this repeatedly until they release/resolve the injury they have suffered; it’s sort of the dark side of “pay it forward.”

Ask any psychotherapist or cranial-sacral therapist. We are all victims and perpetrators. Much of the horror and violence that is sweeping the world today is a result of this “repetition compulsion.” Recognition with large amounts of compassion is the first step to breaking these cycles.

Geoffrey Levens, Sebastopol

Singular Reportage

Peter Byrne’s column has been a lively, interesting addition to The Bohemian‘s pages (which, as it happens, I contributed to in the late 1990s, when it was the Sonoma County Independent). Partly for that reason, I enjoyed being interviewed by him recently (, “Chass Cover-Up,” March 28). I also firmly believe that public analysis and coverage–they are different creatures–of media decisions ultimately serves everybody well.

I do, however, have a quarrel with how Mr. Byrne characterized my response to his questions about my reporting on one aspect of the Jeremiah Chass shooting case, that being Deputy John Misita’s tactics in the past. I did not say I knew about “Misita’s background” but decided not to include it. I said I was aware it had been reported, but that “I like to do my own reporting.”

Which I am.

Jeremy Hay, Reporter, Santa Rosa Press Democrat

Calling it like it is

Finally, someone is calling it like it is (The Byrne Report, “Chass Cover-Up,” March 28). From the “oversight” of not reporting that Jeremiah Chass was black and the rest of his family and the deputies were white to the daily changing story of what happened when deputies arrived on the scene that left Jeremiah shot eight times within a few minutes, Peter Byrne has supplied real information and analysis in both of his columns. I followed all the Press Democrat stories online and entered comments on their blog asking some of the questions Byrne has brought up and looked into. Only one out of eight of my comments appeared on the site. Instead, I read racist name-calling and callous comments about Jeremiah, as well as support for pro-lethal force and an accusatory speculation of Jeremiah being an eventual mass murderer. But today when I picked up the Bohemian and saw another article by Byrne about the cover-up of facts, I could hardly contain myself from yelling in line at my local store, ‘Finally! Yes! Yay to Peter Byrne for taking on the PD and both police departments!’ We can’t bring Jeremiah back, but his parents and brother and all his friends–as well as the many of us in this community who have been very affected by this tragedy–deserve to have all the facts, and to ensure that this never gets repeated again. The Chass family should be compensated for this horror in some way.

Alexandra Spencer, Occidental

Accuracy not in question

The death of Jeremiah Chass was the result of a convergence of multiple factors that nobody could ever conceive would happen. His death has been used as a bully pulpit by a cornucopia of experts, along with a variety of political action committees. Journalists of all stripes have also jumped in with gusto and your Peter Byrne has definitely stood out in this crowd.

His hearsay version of events, supposedly from Jeremiah’s parents, really took me by surprise. (“Deadly Force,” March 21). I really value a tenacious investigative reporter, however when the Chass family and their attorney won’t talk to you, does it justify relying on their supposed friends? I am disappointed in Mr. Byrne, since I have enjoyed his other articles. I now have to question whether they were truly as accurate as I thought.

Eugene Lane, Santa Rosa

Recognizing the human need

Always interesting and humorous to review (March 21). Appreciate the work that all collectively put into it, and recognize the human need to be congratulated for one’s excellence. Did enjoy some of the full-page profiles: the one of the diner classic; the one of the qigong teacher leavened thankfully with the headline; the post-50 sexologist/author, hilarious. However, as always must be taken with a rock of salt. In an area where there might be only a few bookstores, qigong teachers and a small handful of tattoo parlors, it’s inevitable that the same places and people get called out year after year with slight variations in order. At least the editor picks vary from year to year. A very entertaining read.

Thank you for your work.

Siggy Barlow, Ukiah


Cure for the Common Healthcare Crisis

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Photograph by Felipe Buitrago
They say the camera steals the soul . . .: Will Gov. Schwarzenegger consider an overall insurance bill that cuts out the insurance companies?

By Steve Hahn

A World Health Organization comparative study released in 2000 found that the United States spends twice as much of its GDP on healthcare as any other country, yet is rated 37th in the world when it comes to the overall quality of medical care.

These troubling numbers made the systemic failings of our healthcare system a hot-button issue in last November’s midterm elections, and the issue is shaping up to be a central focus of the 2008 presidential election as well. In fact, the subject was to have been a focus of the presidential primary debate that was abruptly canceled earlier this month after a spat between the Democratic Party and Fox News.

The closing of emergency rooms, deterioration of U.S. business competitiveness in the international market and a sense of dread for uninsured citizens threatened with the constant specter of ever-increasing medical costs are fueling the fire of the healthcare debate throughout the nation.

Candidates in the 2008 presidential election may soon be pointing to California as the testing grounds for an alternative to our current health-care system based on private insurance plans. The results of this experiment will only be known, however, if California Senate Bill 840 (SB 840) passes through both houses, as it did last year, and is this time signed, not vetoed (as it was last year) by Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Senate Bill 840, sponsored by state Sen. Sheila Kuehl, proposes a radical reconfiguration of how Californians pay for healthcare. Instead of selecting an insurance plan from a multitude of options offered by privately owned insurers, every citizen would have an insurance plan administered by the state government. There would be one plan, and every California resident would have it. While there would be a new tax implemented to pay for the coverage and the universal healthcare agency that will distribute payments, supporters of the bill say the price tag would still be significantly less than what insured citizens pay for premiums, co-pays and deductibles now.

“Employers pay about 7 percent of payroll [under SB 840], compared to what they pay now if they are providing any plan, which is 10 or 11 percent, with no control of the fact that the prices rise every year,” Kuehl said in an interview from her office. “Individuals would pay about 3 1/2 to 4 percent of their income, which is a lot less than they pay now because they’re paying huge deductibles and there would be no deductibles or co-pays in this plan.”

Of the numerous healthcare fixes floating around Sacramento, SB 840 is by far the most extreme rejection of the current infrastructure. According to a Feb. 27 Los Angeles Times article, “The plan has retained its appeal because it would eliminate the least popular part of the healthcare industry: insurance companies.”

This may seem like a critical flaw for a bill introduced into a political environment where connections to insurance companies are not unheard of. However, that same L.A. Times article reports, “[Kuehl] is not including the taxes needed to put her bill into effect–$95 billion, according to the Lewin report–even if it were to be signed by the governor.”

Senate Bill 840 calls for money currently spent in county-run programs supporting the uninsured to be reallocated to a central pool that would also draw funding from the payroll tax revenue. The bill is far from being the only option on the table when it comes to healthcare reform, however. As problems within the health-insurance market continue to intensify, more and more politicians are designing fresh solutions they can slap their name onto. President Bush and Gov. Schwarzenegger have both floated different plans that would expand coverage to the uninsured through tax breaks and subsidies to individuals, while keeping the overall structure of the private insurance market intact.

Schwarzenegger proposes “an individual mandate to purchase health insurance” involving the extension of state-run programs and subsidies for low-income residents via a “purchasing pool” financed by noninsuring employers, federal reimbursements, a redirection of current spending on indigent care and hospital fees.

While the governor’s proposal would cover all Californians and therefore resolve the aforementioned crisis in emergency rooms by ensuring payments for hospital services, Sen. Kuehl is skeptical that it will offer the comprehensive coverage guaranteed under her bill. Senate Bill 840 would cover a long list of services ranging from eyeglasses and wheelchairs to mental health and adult daycare, options generally reserved for the more expensive private insurance plans.

“The governor is talking about very high deductible policies, up to $5,000 deductible, and up to $7,500 out of pocket,” she says, adding that anyone with an income over $9,000 a year would be legally required to purchase insurance under his proposal. “So between the bare bones policies you could buy to satisfy his mandate and the high deductibles, it would almost be like paying premiums but never being able to access your insurance.”


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