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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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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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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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.


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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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.”


Proto-Modernist

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Reason of dreams: Goya’s ‘Sleep of Reason’ etching raises monsters.

By Brett Ascarelli

It wasn’t until 1983 that contemporary artist Enrique Chagoya touched a Goya print for the first time. He wasn’t surprised that it touched him right back. “You see the aquatint,” Chagoya explains, “and you see the super-fine lines that Goya did. It blows your mind.”

Goya, the Spanish painter and etcher, made modern art during the 18th and 19th centuries, well before what we commonly think of as modernism splashed into the shared psyche. Among his best-known paintings are The Third of May 1808, which depicts the French brutally gunning down a Spanish rebellion. But the artist also carved his mordant point of view onto copper plates, producing thousands of impressions that have since worked their way into the consciousnesses of a host of modern artists–among them, Chagoya.

“With Goya,” says Chagoya, speaking by phone from his San Francisco home, “I just imagine someone who’s very frustrated with his times, maybe someone who’s very angry with his society. I just wish I could have met him.”

Although meeting face-to-face is a chronological impossibility, the works of Goya and Chagoya will spend nearly two months together, from April 14 to June 10, when the Sonoma Valley Museum of Art (SVMA) exhibits the entire set of Goya’s Los Caprichos rare first-edition etchings. Chagoya’s eight-etching response, “Return to Goya’s Caprichos,” and a 1920s drawing by Edward Hagedorn will round out the exhibit, as will selected examples from some of Goya’s other graphical bodies of work, including Disasters of War.

A major coup for the SVMA, this very sexy and passionate exhibit was only able to happen because a lot of unsexy things did. The museum, whose mission statement includes a commitment to showing world-class art, had to start planning for this exhibit two years ago. Thanks to a major renovation completed in 2004, the museum now has a lot of very dry, very procedural assets–namely, precise control over lighting levels and environmental factors–that are often requisite for a show of this caliber, as with the Rodin exhibit that came through in 2004. “It’s not a cheap exhibit,” laughs SVMA director Lia Transue, noting that the museum was obliged to pay a participation fee to get the exhibit and shell out for an extra insurance rider. This will be the show’s sixth stop on its international tour.

Goya created the 80-piece edition Los Caprichos, or The Caprices, at the very end of the 1700s as a flinty sociopolitical commentary on the rude vices of his native Spain. The dark, finely etched prints go beyond just depicting the usual religious sins of vanity and greed, and also deal with provincial suspicions and elaborate an unearthly culture of monsters and witchcraft. A diabolical province of humans, beasts and in-betweens emerge from the shadowy prints in dramatic chiaroscuro. Shawls shroud downcast women, causing them to resemble faceless grim reapers; sharply dressed donkeys read books; winged monsters clip each other’s toenails. While many of his contemporaries had latched on to the beautiful muck of romanticism, a movement that stretched from the late 18th century to the early 19th century, Goya was drawing his nightmares and lamenting the passage of the Enlightenment.

Art historians argue about the facts of Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes’ life. What we don’t know, for example, is why, when his body was exhumed in Bordeaux to be repatriated some seven decades after he died, there were two skeletons in his grave, but just one skull. We also don’t know the exact circumstances around Los Caprichos. Why did he sell them at a scent and liquor shop in Madrid instead of at a more traditional bookstore? And why did he withdraw thousands of the prints from the market, just after releasing them? Was it because they were too dangerous, as some art historians think, or because they were a commercial flop?

In print number 43 of Los Caprichos, Goya portrays himself asleep at a desk with bats and owls circling his head and the inscription “El sueño de la razon produce monstrous.” Did he mean “The sleep of reason produces monsters” or “The dreams of reason produce monsters?”

We do know some facts. He was born in Fuendetodos, Spain, in 1746, to a moderately wealthy family. He grew up in Zaragoza, Spain, and his nascent artistic inclination was at first denied outlet; the Spanish Royal Academy for painting rejected him twice. Finally, he placed second in a painting competition in Rome, and at 25, painted a cupola in Zaragoza. He began studying under Francisco Bayeu y Subias, who was a member of the Royal Academy of San Fernando in Madrid, and with Bayeu’s help, began drawing cartoons that would be turned into tapestries for Spain’s rulers through the Royal Tapestry Workshop.

At 37, Goya’s career officially launched when he painted the portrait of the king’s friend. Climbing the courtly ladder, he did more and more portraiture for the aristocracy and the royal family. But in 1792, an intense and prolonged fever left him deaf. While he had already showed a critical eye before his illness, the deafness only intensified it, shutting him into a solitude that incubated the ideas for Los Caprichos.

“He was a genius before,” says Robert Flynn Johnson, who wrote the exhibition commentaries and is also chief curator of the Legion of Honor’s Achenbach Collection. “But cutting him off of the world completely–if you want to get a sense, turn on Jay Leno at night but without the sound. You’ll see gestures and mugging. Goya’s whole world became a visible world without audio. Goya’s imagination and his already slightly bitter sensibility was heightened by this isolation.”

In the prints, Goya criticized what he saw as Spain’s backward practices, ranging from how men and women manipulate and abuse each other, to the uselessness of the nobility and the waywardness of the clergy. Only the poor were exempt from Goya’s discerning eye, but not the illogical superstitions that they held dear.

Goya released Los Caprichos in 1799, but they weren’t popular. Of some 300 sets, he only sold 27. “It’s like me,” Johnson, who has a fondness for making analogies, says, “making up a set of prints antagonistic to hunters and then trying to sell them to members of the hunters association. Quite frankly, he was biting the hand that fed him.” Most likely realizing that he would never be able to publish critical prints again, Goya nevertheless continued to etch, making three subsequent portfolios that were only published posthumously.

The same year he released Los Caprichos, Goya was appointed as the court’s foremost painter. This was remarkable. “It’s like if Howard Stern,” reflects Johnson, “were the chief of protocol at the Bush White House and was still doing his radio program.” Adeptly moving in and out of the two worlds, Goya had the chutzpah to schmooze for his living, then turn around and pan the society in his etchings.

“Nobody since Goya,” says Johnson, “has done a better or more thorough laying out [society, religion, social interaction and war] in visual art since that time. Since Goya, the only equivalent of his great war prints are photography–there are no paintings, drawings or sculpture that can compare.”

But social critique had occupied printmakers since the invention of the process, so what makes Goya so unique? “Before Goya,” says Johnson, “art was descriptive of the external world. If you were to describe an internal world, it was either a world of Christian sensibility or mythology. Goya made it possible for one to make visible one’s own personal, inner demons, disattached from religion or superstition. So Goya is the first great pre-Freudian Freudian artist, who allows the inner self to be made visible. That is a very important building block in the history of modern art.”

After Caprichos, Napoleon invaded Spain and brought the unenlightened chaos of the French Revolution with him. Goya continued painting whomever was in power. But by 1814, Spain had gone topsy-turvy, with the new monarch reinstating the Inquisition and trashing the country’s Constitution. Goya found himself out of a job.

Between 1810 and 1820, Goya made the Disasters of War series of 85 etchings and retreated to his country house, nicknamed the Quinta del Sordo, or the Deaf Man’s House. There, he made what are now referred to as his “Black Paintings,” which inspired the expressionists over a hundred years later. Among the black paintings are the gory Saturn Devouring His Son, titled after Goya’s death, but probably representing Spain’s civil strife, rather than mythology. Eventually, the conflicting political allegiances that Goya had pledged over the years made him unpopular, and he died in exile in Bordeaux.

(Even after his death, his prints still weren’t immune to the mercurial politics of Spain. Franco actually put his own stamp on the Goya prints that were hanging in the Prado.)

“Goya’s focus toward the end of his life,” says art history professor and di Rosa Preserve curator Michael Schwager, “was on expressing his own emotions and basically making paintings for himself without regard to who might see them or want them. This wasn’t something many artists did before Goya, and it became one of the hallmarks of modernism–art for art’s sake.”

More hellish than bats?: Chagoya’s response to Goya’s ‘Dream.’

Some two centuries separate the master painter from Enrique Chagoya, known for his subversive, cartoony and collaged images. Yet, the two artists are connected. One of the quirkier links is that Goya’s name is embedded in Chagoya’s, something which the contemporary artist plays with when signing his Goya-inspired prints: “Cha Goya.”

As a kid growing up in Mexico, Chagoya, who immigrated to the United States, in 1977, had read books about Goya but had never actually felt a Goya in real life. But while taking Johnson’s history of printmaking class at the Legion of Honor, Chagoya got to handle some of the original prints. Inspired, Chagoya made a modern-day takeoff on one of them, Against the Common Good, which features a demon writing in a book. Copying Goya’s technique, Chagoya made an etching that mirrored the original print, but instead of incising the old demon’s face, he replaced it with Ronald Reagan.

The pastiche was a hit in class. Johnson bought one for himself for $40 and purchased another for the Achenbach collection. Now, the L.A. County Museum, the National Museum of American Art and the Whitney Museum of American Art own Chagoya’s work, and his prints sell for thousands of dollars.

Driven to the Caprichos by the 1990s farcical political scene, Chagoya re-rendered Goya’s prints to include Jerry Falwell, who railed against the “gay” purple Teletubby, and Jesse Helms, who pushed the NEA to stop giving grants to individual artists because the NEA-funded artist Andres Serrano’s Piss Christ was too much to bear for the religious right. To Chagoya, these events and policies were as unenlightened and superstitious as those Goya depicted, so the modern artist inserted Falwell and Helms into Goya’s print of two devils giving each other a pedicure.

Targeting xenophobia and other evils, Chagoya made prints that updated Goya’s demons. The spooky bats and owls that Goya etched in print 43 of Caprichos, for example, aren’t scary to a modern sensibility. “Bats are good for agriculture,” says Chagoya, “and eat tons of insects–they’re the most organic pesticides. The owls are endangered species and people love them.”

So instead, Chagoya depicted Tomahawk missiles and Apache helicopters. “Imagine Baghdad under fire,” Chagoya says, “and you don’t know where to hide for a whole night, weeks, months, years. That’s worse than any bat or devil. We’re worse than any devil cheating you to get your soul to Hell. In this case, you send people to Hell, whether or not you have any thought. To me that’s Hell. And to me that’s the sleep of reason today.”

The Los Caprichos exhibits April 14 through June 10 at the Sonoma Valley Museum of Art, 551 Broadway, Sonoma. On April 12, Robert Flynn Johnson lectures on “Francisco Goya; His Modern Sensibility,” at 4:30pm. $10-$15. On May 11, art historian Ann Wiklund presents “The Paintings of Goya: From a Terrible Truth to Madness” at 7pm. Free. Hours: Wednesday through Sunday, from 11am to 5pm. $5-$8; Sunday, free. 707.939.7862.



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Dreja Vu

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Fresh Faces: The Yardbirds keep up their energy by training new generations of super-guitarists.

By Bruce Robinson

Everyone knows the famous guitarists who first gained prominence with the Yardbirds way back in the mid-1960s–Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck and Jimmy Page–but you have to be a hardcore fan of the hugely influential group to name any of its other members.

That doesn’t bother Chris Dreja, the group’s founding rhythm guitarist. “The Yardbirds have always been known for very extraordinary guitar players,” he relates amiably by phone from his home outside of London. “We’re probably on our sixth player at the moment.”

That would be 22-year-old Ben King, who will fire up the frets when the reconstituted Yardbirds end a U.S. club tour that brings them to Petaluma April 7. Dreja calls him “an extraordinary young protégé, [who] has a great feel for the music. He reminds me of a young [Jeff] Beck, when I first came across Beck back in the ’60s.”

Rounding out the current edition of the band are drummer and co-founder Jim McCarty, Detroit-based bassist and vocalist John Idan and harmonica player Billy-Boy Miskimmin (formerly of Nine Below Zero). “We’ve worked very hard at re-establishing the band in recent years,” Dreja says. “In fact, Jim and I have had the band on the road now almost twice as long as the original Yardbirds were.”

This lineup is also featured on the newest Yardbirds release, Live at B.B. King Blues Club, recorded in July 2006. “It has a lot of the high energy of our music,” Dreja comments. “When you get up onstage, you play that music, and the energy just stems from the songs.”

The original Yardbirds also made their reputation as a powerful live act; their first album, Five Live Yardbirds, cut with Clapton in 1964, was a collection of American blues and R&B songs that showcased the band’s emerging penchant for the “rave-ups”–extended instrumental explorations building to a cathartic final chorus–that became the blueprint for countless subsequent blues-based groups.

Still, Slowhand soon departed, and a new guitar slinger was needed. “We originally asked Jimmy Page, but he was very busy doing session work,” Dreja recalls, “and he actually recommended Jeff Beck,” who was then in a little-known band called the Tridents. But not for long.

“This has always been a band that creates music where guitar players can ‘stretch their limbs,’ if you like,” Dreja reflects, “and also at that point we were on the cusp of having a very big hit with a song called ‘For Your Love.’ So I think Jeff jumped at the chance.”

Beck’s tumultuous 18-month tenure proved to be the Yardbirds’ creative pinnacle. He was an eager experimenter in the studio, where the band wove Middle Eastern shadings into hit songs like “Still I’m Sad” and “Over, Under Sideways, Down,” and a fierce improviser onstage, as captured in a scene of the Yardbirds performing in the 1966 film Blow Up.

The rumbling surge of “Shapes of Things” that same year signaled the band’s breakthrough into potent pop psychedelia, blazing another trail that many others would follow. That song remains one of Dreja’s two favorites, along with “Happenings Ten Years Time Ago,” the only record on which both Beck and Page, his eventual replacement, appear together. It’s easily the band’s most adventurous, heavily produced track and turned out to be the Yardbirds’ last record to make the American charts, peaking at number 30.

“When we wrote and recorded it, it was a bit of a failure in terms of a single,” Dreja admits. “I think it was a little bit ahead of its time, maybe too avant-garde for the period. But now it’s a very well-received part of our repertoire.”

As the psychedelic era unfurled, the Yardbirds were already scattered, looking on as their collective influence far outstripped the band’s active life. “The Yardbirds were always a band that broke all the rules,” Dreja muses. “On the one hand, it was a sort of pop band, had sort of pop hit records. But it also had a very underground side to it as well, a melancholic side. It was a bit of a cult band in many ways.”

Revisiting that music 35 years later, Dreja concludes, “I’ve come back to it very much refreshed. We have a great catalogue to play, you know, but the main thing is there is not only a new audience, but an older audience as well that is very, very affectionate toward this music and the Yardbirds.”

The Yardbirds play the last gig of their California tour before leaving for Europe on Saturday, April 7. Local faves the Sorentinos open. Mystic Theater, 23 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. 8pm. $25; 18 and over. 707.763.2121.




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