Hyphy Overload

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By Gabe Meline

With Heroes in the City of Dope, the Bay Area’s Zion I and the Grouch have teamed up to make a lasting album of solid beats and heady, pensive lyrics. Shocking, then, that unlike so many of its independent hip-hop kinfolk, it’s also bolstered by commercial accessibility instead of intentional obscurity. The Grouch (an anchor of the revered indie hip-hop crew Living Legends for the past 10 years) has always been creative enough, but his sometimes stunted lines have lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. Teaming with Zion I has loosened his rhythm and roped in the tendency to exaggerate his r’s into urr’s.

The songs, especially “Hit ‘Em,” with Mistah Fab, and “Make U Fly,” with Esthero, belong on mix tapes worldwide. Live, both acts are dynamic, and there’s no telling how hot things will get when they perform this Saturday, April 7, at the Phoenix Theater. (In a royally whack move by an outside promoter, $15 advance tickets are only available on MySpace at www.myspace.com/xienhow; it’s $20 at the door.) 201 Washington Blvd., Petaluma. 8pm. 707.762.3565. . . .

What becomes of the Bay Area rap groups of yesteryear after all but one of the members have been murdered? In the case of RBL Posse, responsible for such early 1990s classics as “Don’t Gimme No Bammer Weed” and “Bounce to This,” apparently you still play shows. Even though integral member Mr. Cee was the victim of a drive-by in 1996 and third member Hitman was shot in the head while driving in 2003, this Saturday’s Super Hyphy 16 nonetheless advertises “RBL Posse,” which can only mean what’s left of the seminal group: Black C, who better find a damn good replacement for Cee’s tight verses on “Blue Bird.”

Black C’s down near the bottom of a lineup topped by Yukmouth and Tech N9ne, but he has good company in the form of the Jacka, a Richmond rapper currently floating on the success of the recent album Jack of All Trades as well as last year’s curiously titled joint, Shower Posse. Bring the body wash and loofah sponge at Super Hyphy 16 this Saturday, April 7, at the Sonoma County Fairgrounds. 1350 Bennett Valley Road, Santa Rosa. Advance tickets are $27. 707.545.4200.




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How to Lose a Hospital

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Could, maybe, perhaps: Despite broad public worry, Sutter’s closure might cause a consolidation in North Bay healthcare that could benefit us all.

By Lois Pearlman

Santa Rosa is about to lose its only publicly owned hospital, and maybe that won’t be such a bad thing.

Finally bringing to a close a 14-year-long goodbye, Sutter Medical Center of Santa Rosa is planning to shut the county-owned facility, formerly known as Community Hospital, and turn its patients over to Santa Rosa Memorial Hospital. A letter to the Sonoma County Board of Supervisors sets a closure date of January 2008.

Hemorrhaging money to the tune of about $6 million a year and facing a daunting $300 million state-mandated retrofit, Sutter says it can no longer operate the facility. The county owns the hospital and Sutter operates it under the 20-year Health Care Access Agreement that deadlines in 2016.

Under the agreement, Sutter Health, headquartered in Sacramento, provides a variety of services for both insured and uninsured patients. These include acute hospital care, outpatient surgery, an emergency room, a residency program, a full range of women’s reproductive care, “charity” care, sexual-assault exams, inpatient care for county jail inmates and alcohol-rehab patients, Medi-Cal managed care, HIV/AIDS services and quarantine.

Last year, Sutter told the county it was in negotiations with Santa Rosa Memorial to turn this patient load over to that Catholic-affiliated hospital. In November, the county responded with a request for specifics about how Memorial would meet the requirements of the agreement.

This might seem like déjà vu to residents who witnessed the turmoil in the mid-1990s when the county decided it could no longer afford to run Community Hospital and solicited healthcare corporations to take over the hospital’s operations. At that time, the county had been losing an average of about $2 million a year running Community as an independent facility, although some contended that the losses were in depreciation rather an actual cash flow and the hospital was really netting a small profit.

Citing “economy of scale” as the goal, the county said it was time to turn the hospital over to a medical chain that would be better able to cut costs and would also have the traction to negotiate more favorable deals with the insurance companies.

Initially three companies–Sutter, St. Joseph Health System, which owns Memorial, and Columbia HCA–vied to run Community. When the dust settled, only Sutter, a not-for-profit company with about two dozen hospitals, was still in the running.

“They were confident that they were a system that would have the power to negotiate better reimbursements,” recalls county supervisor Tim Smith.

But things did not go as Sutter had expected. According to physicians, Sutter has done an excellent job of running the county’s hospital, medically speaking, but it has failed to reverse the downward financial spiral. During the same period, Santa Rosa Memorial has progressed from operating in the red to earning a $16 million profit in 2005.

“Memorial has not always been profitable,” explains public-relations spokesman Kevin Andrus. “David Amin [the hospital’s CEO from 1999 to 2005] really turned things around for us over the course of a few years.”

Mitch Proaps, a marketing and communications manager for Sutter, attributes much of this disparity to the inequitable distribution of Medi-Cal and charity patients between Sutter and the rest of the county’s hospitals.

“Sutter cares for the lion’s share of indigent and Medi-Cal patients in the county,” he says, explaining that Memorial serves a high enough percentage of privately insured and Medicare patients to pay for its indigent care losses.

Now healthier than ever, Memorial is back on the radar screen for taking over the county’s healthcare mandates. In a letter of intent, Memorial has said it would assume all of the services Sutter now offers under its agreement with the county, except “certain women’s reproductive services.”

In order to provide these services, Memorial plans to add 80 additional acute-care beds, 12 intensive-care unit beds and 19 emergency stations, and more parking spaces. Proaps says that it also expects to purchase the 69-bed Warrack Hospital from Sutter, “reconfigure it to meet the community needs” and to build a new urgent-care center that would serve 35,000 emergency-room patients per year who don’t require advanced care. Memorial expects to complete all this construction by January 2008.

Sutter’s residency program, the only one in the county, would continue under a consortium that includes Memorial, the for-profit Kaiser Permanente and the Southwest Community Health Center.

According to Proaps, Memorial’s expanded facilities should be enough to provide for both hospitals’ patient loads because neither of the facilities is operating at full capacity. Currently, Sutter fills about 51 percent of its patient beds, and Memorial comes in at 60 percent. In fact, all of the county’s hospitals are being underutilized, with Proaps estimating some as low as 35 percent or 40 percent capacity.

Still, county supervisors say they have many unanswered questions about Sutter’s proposal. And one of the main sticking points is Memorial’s inability to provide “certain women’s reproductive services”–specifically, sterilization on demand and abortion–because it is a Catholic institution.

While there are many other medical facilities in the county that offer early-term abortions, as well as sterilization and contraception care, only acute-care hospitals can provide a safe setting for late-term abortions, according to Mary Szecsey, executive director of the West County Health Centers.

Szecsey is also concerned that Memorial does not perform tubal ligations–female sterilization–following delivery unless it is a medical necessity. This is the best time for women to have their tubes tied to prevent additional pregnancies, according to Szecsey. “It is not good medical care to have to go somewhere else,” she says.

And, although Memorial says it provides the “morning after” emergency contraception, Szecsey questions whether women can count on this being an option because it is technically against the religious directives that govern how healthcare is dispensed at Memorial.

Despite these thorny issues, some experts believe Sutter’s impending closure could have a silver lining for Sonoma County’s troubled healthcare system.

“The best thing that’s come out of this is that people are now talking with each other, not just the clinics and the small district hospitals, but everybody,” Szecsey says.

According to Szecsey and other local experts, hospitals are only necessary for acute care, and there are a lot of other places patients can go for everything from bad colds to knee surgery.

“We are focusing on people getting the right care in the right place at the right time,” she says.

A healthcare impact report compiled for county supervisors revealed that only 9 percent to 25 percent of patients who come to local emergency rooms are being admitted to the hospital. That means the majority of emergency room patients could probably receive the help they need at one of the county’s federally funded healthcare clinics, which offer low-cost and charity care.

And with new, less invasive technologies requiring less recovery time, some 70 percent of surgeries, nationwide, could be done more safely and cost effectively at outpatient surgery centers, according to Ken Alban of HealthSouth Surgery Center in Santa Rosa.

“The major benefit for patients who are not ‘sick’ is that there is less chance of infection and other complications,” he says.

HealthSouth, which opened in 1982, is the county’s first multi-specialty surgery center. Most of the other outpatient surgery facilities in the county specialize in a specific area, such as eye, gastro-intestinal or plastic surgery.

Alban said there were 300 outpatient surgery centers in the country when HealthSouth opened, and now there are some 5,000. That makes these freestanding centers at least one of the solutions for a health care system that is losing physicians and nurses, placing an enormous financial burden on uninsured or underinsured patients and failing to meet many of the needs of both the poor and the middle class.

But this is the long conversation that will continue past the deadline Sutter has set for divesting itself of the county hospital. For the time being, the county is focusing on what will happen to its hospital and patients in the short term.

The Sonoma County Board of Supervisors has scheduled a public meeting for Tuesday, April 17, in its chambers at 5:30pm, to consider Sutter and Memorial’s proposal.


Gore of Babylon

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March 28-April 2, 2007

Imagine you’re seeing it as a preview on the latest Harry Potter DVD: In graphic, lingering, close-up, a man’s fingers are sawn off. His tongue is cut in half, length-wise, with a pair of bloody scissors. After several minutes of intensely detailed footage, his face is peeled off, his wildly darting eyes showing the audience unambiguously that he is still alive despite being mutilated beyond anything any human being should ever have the misfortune to endure.

Who watches this stuff?

As it turns out, everyone. I certainly did, though completely against my will. The footage in question came from a trailer for the upcoming direct-to-video release of Asylum Entertainment Company’s film Freakshow. It was tacked to the beginning of a fantasy adventure film that any parent might have grabbed off the shelf at Blockbuster, thinking to placate their Dungeons and Dragons-loving pre-teen with a direct-to-video rip-off of Dragonheart.

One minute my boyfriend and I were anticipating a laughably bad sword and sorcery film, the next, we were puking our guts out. As I told him later, after the shock treatment and primal-scream therapy had taken affect, the filmmakers might as well have come into our home and re-enacted the “squeal like a pig” scene from Deliverance using the two of us as a collective Ned Beatty.

Among other things, I am a horror writer. I own a copy of Hellraiser and love to freak myself out by watching it alone, late at night, when my boyfriend is out of town. I grew up watching Full Metal Jacket and Apocalypse Now. I began reading Stephen King at age 10. No one could accuse me of being a wimp, but this preview was so disturbing, so unnecessarily vivid in its depiction of gore and suffering, Pinhead would have wet himself. I found I had turned into a representative for Concerned Parents in a matter of seconds.

Who the hell thought it was OK to tack this wretched thing onto my Z-flick cheapie, I wanted to know. It would have been one thing if I rented The Faces of Death or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (although this still wouldn’t have prepared me for the level of violence I was subjected to); it was quite another entirely when it popped out at me on a rental which, while unrated, was clearly being marketed as a teen-centric rip-off of Eragon. Due to the poor quality of the DVD, I didn’t even have the option of hitting the fast-forward button once I realized I was the unwitting renter of Pandora’s box. Fast forward couldn’t help you. I couldn’t look away.

Outraged and violated, I wrote every single movie agency I could think of, starting with an angry letter to Asylum Entertainment itself. It went unanswered, of course. Blockbuster’s corporate offices sent me a form letter as if to say, “Thanks for complaining! No, we won’t pay for your therapy!” The two video clerks I ranted to at the Blockbuster store who are just trying to make a living told me that only the corporate people can decide to pull material from their shelves. And no one seemed to quite believe me when I told them this was the horror equivalent of Backdoor Sluts 15.

But then, we are living in America in the 21st century, a time when movie violence has never been more sadistic. Thanks to films like the Saw franchise, which revels in the minutiae of torture without retribution, and director Eli Roth’s Hostel, which, while allowing its torture victims revenge, doesn’t feel any guilt about showing extended footage of a girl’s eye being melted out with a blowtorch (and then cut off), a new term has been coined in the annals of horror: “torture porn” or, even more charmingly, “gorno.”

Horror isn’t just a chilly scare in the dark anymore. It is rapidly becoming a genre that strives to outdo its own acts of sadism. Each successive Saw movie is worse than the last in more ways than one. Its signature booby-traps get increasingly more creative, more bloody, more intense. Its characters, devoid of any human qualities, are mere meat-puppets, irredeemable narcissists who exist merely to be flayed, stabbed, burned or otherwise mutilated for the enjoyment of an audience eager for more and more exciting examples of painful death. If there is any doubt that America is becoming a nation of sadists, one merely has to look at the Saw franchise’s record-breaking ticket sales, or the fact that a sequel to Hostel, the most feel-bad movie of 2006, was greenlighted.

The Hostel sequel is particularly troubling. Having seen director Eli Roth’s previous installment (“presented” as it was by Quentin Tarantino), as well as his popular and darkly funny freshman effort Cabin Fever, I can at least say that his work has artistic merit. Unlike the noncharacters in Saw, the people in Hostel are characters we care about, making their grisly fates all the more disturbing as they plead with hacksaw wielding maniacs to spare their young lives.

The end of the first Hostel even contains a satisfying and just revenge scene where the victim at last turns on his tormentor, dispatching him while the audience rightly cheers. Roth’s vision of horror is strangely moral in this respect. Still, with the advent of Hostel 2, the rise of gorno (a term Roth vociferously rejects but which was nonetheless coined specifically to describe his body of work) as an American film genre can no longer be denied.

Gorno is, like porn, an extreme depiction, in film or photography, of parts of the body–in this case, a body that is being tortured to death. It is characterized by intimate, lingering shots of blood, and often inspires the same sort of chemical reaction in the body that one gets, far more pleasantly, from watching or engaging in sex. Filmmakers like Roth use horror to get your blood racing, and they succeed very well. Who wouldn’t get some sort of horrific thrill from watching a young man’s Achilles tendons being abruptly severed in intimate closeup? This is (hopefully) an experience so far beyond our own we can’t help but be fascinated.

Sex and death are often a delicious pairing, but with the rise of films like Hostel, there has been a disconnect in the American psyche. At some point, we turned the forbidden thrill of grisly death into something sexually titillating. It’s as if we have done with porn all together, exchanging the same-old-same-old penetration of the phallus with the penetration of the knife. Why else would a Hostel sequel starring an all-female cast of torture victims be getting such an anticipatory buzz? The sick thrill of mutilation is paired with a comely group of helpless females, the trailer showing one of them bound to a chair, bare-armed and screaming.

If there is any doubt that Roth and his ilk are successfully blurring the line between sex and death into an all-encompassing, sick-thrill tank, you have only to look at the teaser poster for the movie which shows an obscene close up of mutilated pink flesh strongly suggestive of a vagina. Viewing the poster online at work could easily get you fired, though whether this is because it suggests to employers that you are a psycho killer or a pervert is up for grabs.

In this climate, where men and women both are being reduced to pornographic objects by filmmakers and brutally dispatched for the entertainment of (at best) a numb and (at worst) sadistically minded audience, is it any wonder one deeply troubled horror author’s cry for help is universally ignored? The sort of sickness I bore witness to on the Freakshow trailer has become the norm. My angry letters net no response.

A corporate entertainment distributor like Blockbuster will hardly be interested in stopping the spread of the very footage that has earned it so many billions of dollars. A trip to Blockbuster reveals that most of its new releases are B-flick slasher films from the vaults of direct-to-video companies like Asylum Entertainment. The covers of these releases, such as The Pumpkin Killer, with its mutilated face staring out in some grotesque invitation, have become the new porn. It is no longer surprising that audiences are getting off on gore, but usually one has a choice over whether they are exposed to it. I had no choice. And as much as I love Pinhead and the gang, there is a point at which the guts stop being interesting and start becoming a warning sign of a vast national sickness.

And if I’m going to be ambushed in my own home by intense pornography I didn’t sign up for, then I pray to God that next time, the thing that gets me is Backdoor Sluts 15.

PS: After I submitted this article for publication I did, in fact, receive an answer to one of my emails.Ý David Rimawi, the North American Marketing and Sales Director for Asylum Entertainment expressed genuine concern over the preview for Freakshow and said that, as Asylum is trying to branch out to a more general audience, he would take my suggestionsÝabout makingÝsuchÝfootage harder to access to heart.Ý I thank him for having a soul.


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Morsels

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March 28-April 3, 2007

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When you live in California and life brings ridiculously cold temperatures that severely damage three-quarters of your state’s citrus crop, make something else.

What’s a culinarian with a penchant for the piquant to do? The bright color, flavor and aroma of lemons and limes carry us through dreary winter days when pickings are slim elsewhere in the produce aisle. And while a gin and tonic falls flat without a squeeze of lime and a cheesecake fails to sing without the tiny but important addition of lemon zest, all is not lost.Those who prefer to eat foods from local soil can take refuge in verjus, which can be found right here in our vine-studded backyard. The Romans used verjus (or vertjus, “green juice”), the juice of unripe grapes, as early as the first century. During the Middle Ages, it was an important ingredient in the spice-laden sauces that the era’s upper classes preferred; The Viandier of Taillevent, a French cookery book written in the late 14th century, refers to verjus 12 times.

Verjus is unfermented and different from vinegar, whose tang comes from acetic acid. Milder, fruitier verjus shares the same acid base (malic and tartaric acid) with wine, and therefore pairs better with wines than vinegar. Whisk verjus in vinaigrettes, use it to deglaze pan sauces or add it to spritzy cocktails and aperitifs. Try Geyserville-based Terra Sonoma Food Company’s Verjus, Fusion Foods’ Napa Valley Verjus and Anderson Valley’s Navarro Vineyards’ 2006 Chardonnay Verjus.

Hopefully, the next citrus harvest will rebound, but until then, buck the trends of supply and demand with an open mind and a little creativity. To quote Stephen Stills, “If you can’t be with the one you love, honey, love the one you’re with.”

A Not-Lemon Primer
The zing of acid comes in many more forms than lemon and limes–some commonplace, some exotic.

Verjus: Verjus is much milder than vinegar and pairs well with wine. Use it to deglaze pan sauces, in vinaigrettes or in cocktails and aperitifs.
Japanese Rice Vinegar: Less harsh than typical vinegars, with a clean, straightforward flavor, rice wine vinegar is wonderful in vinaigrettes or just sprinkled on stir-fries. Look for unseasoned rice vinegar at Asian markets and grocery stores.
Red or White Wine: We’ve all made sauces with red and white wine. Don’t forget the wonderful flavors and aroma of wine as it reduces in a pan with shallots and fresh herbs.
Lemon Balm: The leaves of this member of the mint family can be tossed with salads, cooked with seafood and poultry, added to stuffings or steeped with tisanes.
Lemon Verbena: Lemon verbena can be used in many dishes that call of lemon zest. Garnish iced tea and cocktails with this green herb, or finely chop it and fold into fruit salads.
Hibiscus Blossom: When steeped in boiling water, the dried blossom of the hibiscus plant saturated the liquid with a stunning ruby hue and a puckery tartness. Use hibiscus in teas, cocktails, jellies and syrups.
Pineapple: Chop a less-sweet variety and add to salsas and relishes or Latin American and Southeast Asian-style stews.
Buttermilk: Add to creamy dips and salad dressings and cold soups.
Plastic Limes and Lemons Full of Reconstituted Juice: Ha ha, just kidding.

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The Byrne Report

March 28-April 3, 2007

The March 12 slaying of 16-year-old high school student Jeremiah Chass by sheriff’s deputies dominated front-page headlines of the Santa Rosa Press Democrat for a week. Seldom have I witnessed such inept and slanted journalism.

It is perhaps explained by noting that Press Democrat publisher Bruce Kyse sits on the board of directors of the Santa Rosa Chamber of Commerce, a politically powerful organization that regularly privileges the protection of corporate profits over the protection of the populace.

The day after Chass was gunned down in a violation of protocols for handling mentally decompensating people by two combative deputies, editor Pete Golis’ headline was “Deputies Kill Teen Suspect.” Of what was the lad suspected? Of being a teenager? Of being a bank robber? Of being black?

This and subsequent articles through March 26 failed to report on several extraordinarily newsworthy facts, including that Chass was of African-American descent and looked black, and that the two deputies who shot him eight times at point blank range are white. Nor did the Chamber-affiliated newspaper report that the Chass family, including their six-year-old son, were interrogated for hours after the shooting as if they were criminals, but without the presence of an attorney. Nor did that newspaper of record mention that, before the body was cold, the police pawed through the Chass’ home, seizing computers, personal papers and even their vitamins.

Kyse and Golis’ March 14 headline read: “Report: Officers Tried to Disarm Teen.” The article identified one of the deputies as sheriff’s medal-of-valor winner John Misita, but failed to note that Misita had beaten up another decompensating man in similar circumstances in June 2005, as reported by the Press Democrat‘s sister paper, the Petaluma Argus-Courier. In an interview, reporter Jeremy Hay, who wrote several of the breaking news stories, says he knew about Misita’s background but decided not to include it. He said that several of his colleagues have asked him why Chass’ race has not been mentioned, stating, “I do not have an answer to that legitimate question.”

In general, the Press Democrat stories have relied heavily upon contradictory law-enforcement versions of the event that are not demonstrably backed up by the 911 tapes that police have stubbornly refused to release, or by non-law enforcement witnesses. The most likely explanation of why the tapes are being kept from the public is because Santa Rosa police investigators and the sheriff and district attorney Stephan Passalacqua are intent upon avoiding a wrongful-death lawsuit. Hence, they would like to blame the victim for his own demise rather than the deputies’ professional incompetence, as might be revealed by the tapes.

In the March 15 story–“Sharp Questions for Police in Sebastopol Teen’s Death”–Hay quotes a retired local police chief, who, fearing “political” retaliation, asked for anonymity. He observes that the deputies failed to use options to de-escalate the situation and did not need to kill Chass.

On March 16, the paper countered this criticism with “Police: Teen an Immediate Threat.” Sheriff Capt. Dave Edmonds was given a platform to accuse the anonymous chief of “speculation” and “misportrayal of known facts.” The rest of reporter Paul Payne’s story was a recital of “facts” from the point of view of the sheriff’s department. Columnist Chris Coursey chimed in with what became the official mantra: “The truth is, we won’t know the facts of the shooting of Jeremiah Chass for many months.” Don’t ask, don’t tell.

Saturday, March 17, was Chass’ memorial service. The headline? “Sheriff: Deputies Saved Others from Potential Harm.” Fully one-fifth of the front page was filled with a photo of Sheriff-Coroner Bill Cogbill. The sheriff-centered story submerged the first public statement by mother Yvette Chass, who said, “We are concerned that parts of the story have been left out, and that renders the reader with an inaccurate impression of events.” Chass’ statement should have been the headline, not Cogbill’s spin. The Kyse-Golis editorial: “Because of the confusion . . . there may never be answers to all the questions raised by this horrific incident.”

The same story reported that the “results of an autopsy” on Chass had been released. How Orwellian. The incomplete summary of the autopsy, written by the sheriff’s department, did not mention blunt force and other injuries suffered by Chass as the deputies beat and choked and pepper-sprayed him. As part of what appears to be an official cover-up abetted by the Press Democrat, Kyse and Golis’ writers have consistently neglected to mention that the sheriff is also the coroner and, as such, he is in charge of supervising the autopsy. This is an obvious conflict of interest, since the sheriff’s department is supposedly under investigation by fellow law officers and the autopsy is a potentially damning piece of evidence.

How about this headline, gentlemen? “Sheriff and Police Department Cover Up Facts About Chass Killing.”

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Letters to the Editor

March 28-April 3, 2007

So much to grieve for

I want to thank you for publishing than other media sources (“Deadly Force,” March 21).

I also want to convey my shock and anger at how the situation was handled by our officers. Ask any social worker: this kind of case is not as unusual as we might think and if the right de-escalation techniques are utilized, it can be resolved without the use of violence. I am shocked at the absence of any these techniques and, at the least, the lack of a TASER, which could have prevented this violence. The most appalling and inexcusable aspect of this situation was the officers’ intent to kill. This, I am sure, was not their intention initially, but when the gun went off it was.

I am outraged at the violence used and lack of forethought put into this situation by the officers in question. I call upon our community to demand the Sheriff’s Department and social services put measures in place to ensure that this will not happen again. I ask of all of us, how can we hold our teenagers in a way that helps them through their pain?

I grieve for the loss of Jeremiah, his deep caring, who he was becoming and what we have lost. I grieve for his mother, father and brother who cared for him so tenderly. There is no way to understand the depth of their pain. But I have this to say to them: Know that your community, friends and strangers alike are standing behind you in this painful time. I also grieve for the officers who felt there was no other way out of the situation but the use of extreme violence. This says something about our society. Lastly, I grieve for the presence of violence everywhere in our world and how it shatters people’s lives daily.

Melissa Patterson, Sebastopol

Knowing psychotic breaks

Thank you for the information the mass media did not provide regarding the shooting of Jeremiah Chass. It is a sad and true thing–it sounds like Jeremiah was having a psychotic break, probably in relation to schizophrenia. Schizophrenia is a brain chemistry imbalance, it has a genetic disposition and sometimes stressors bring it on. Clinically, it occurs in males between ages of 17 and 26, and generally later in females.

I know this because my son had a similar psychotic break when he was 18 years old. There is no warning, just a withdrawal that leaves you hoping it is an adolescent thing. My son has paranoid schizophrenia. On the night he broke, he was hearing voices and believed he was being watched, that there were cameras everywhere. He left the house at 3am. We were quick at it and the cops brought him back. These cops were good; we warned them about his break. Unlike Jeremiah, we made it to the hospital.

The public needs education about schizophrenia. It is not a rare thing. One out of 100 get this illness; 10 percent commit suicide. Mine is not the only family in Sonoma County with this. There are many of us, all silent because of the stigma. These people are sick, not crazy or good for a laugh. Have compassion. There is no cure. My son is not who he was, but I live for the times when I can see him. He has lost all his friends; he was college-bound but can no longer sit through one class. Please educate parents and friends and, most especially, the police. They did everything wrong in treating a delusional break and escalated his psychosis. The poor child. Please make his death worth something.

Ginny Breeland, Rohnert Park

Dept. of ‘Best of’ Nonsense

Ah, (March 21), what a delightful treat for the editorial staff! Ah, Best Of, that tricky slinky monster of an issue that results in nothing but smiles and kisses all around the edit room. Ah, Best Of, the largest single source of errors in any given year. Dear sweet Best Of, which always demands that I file a couple of apologetic paragraphs like the following, perhaps resulting in some new nonsense. Ah, Best Of!

To wit, Rileystreet (Readers’ Choice, Best Art Supply Store, Sonoma County) is found by telephone at 707.526.2416, not whatever numeric nonsense we printed.

Those trying to track down the quackery of history had better aim a little farther north than that nonsense we reported in “Best Historical Leftover” (Writers’ Picks, Culture). The fading sign for Dr. Pierce’s Medical Discovery is just north of the Geyserville exit off of Highway 101, d’oh–not the Guerneville exit. G-words, go figure . . .

Also in the hallowed halls of Readers’ Choice Culture, please know that the Raven Players won Honorable Mention for Best Theater Troupe (Sonoma County), not whatever nonsense we originally printed. And while theater is being sussed, it is in fact the Summer Repertory Theater at Santa Rosa Junior College taking the trophy for Best Theater Troupe (Readers’ Choice, Sonoma County), not any other soy-inked nonsense we might have strewn about.

Meanwhile, in the all-important Brewpub category (Readers’ Choice, Food & Drink, Marin County), Rafter’s is actually found at 812 Fourth St., San Rafael, not that other nonsense we erroneously reported.

If there’s any nonsense of which we are still blissfully unaware, please write to Dept. of Hari-Kari, care of ed****@******an.com, and we’ll do our best to ignore it until next week. Apologies to those whose information we fouled. But that’s the great thing about Best Of–there’s always next year!

The Ed.
Dept. of Doughnuts, xanax, yoga and weeping


Dining Dilemmas

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March 28-April 3, 2007

Two weeks ago, Boris finally got what has been coming to him. North Bay residents first learned about the quandary over his fate during COPIA’s TASTE3 conference last summer, when Dan Barber, the chef and co-proprietor of an unusual restaurant in Pocantico Hills, N.Y., unburdened himself to a rapt audience. “I was on the shaded hilltop here,” Barber said, pointing to an image projected at the front of the conference hall, “watching Boris try to make love to a sow.” The image changed to show a 950-pound boar. “That’s Boris,” he continued, “just after being shunned by the sow.”

Dan Barber’s restaurant, Blue Hill at Stone Barns, sits on an old Rockefeller property in countryside near the Hudson River about 20 miles outside of New York City. The restaurant primarily cooks with food that the staff grows right on the premises, at the Stone Barns Center for Food and Agriculture. Barber is creative director of this three-year-old center, which cultivates vegetables on some five acres and raises livestock on 22 acres.

Boris was a problem, Barber explained, because he’d stopped “performing.” Barber didn’t know what to do, so he researched his options and reported the problems of each: (1) shoot and bury the pig, thus wasting over 700 pounds of meat; (2) let Boris live but use up limited resources; (3) slaughter him, but risk “boar taint” making the meat unusable; or (4) castrate Boris and then slaughter him, which would eliminate the risk of boar taint, but–how would the dirty deed be accomplished?

Various members of his staff gravely gave Barber their input. Jack, the vegetable farmer, sensing Barber’s attachment to the animal, scolded, “Shoulda named him P-22, man. Once you name him, you’re screwed.”

With his refreshing manner and innovative ideas about food, Barber is a sought-after figure these days. He’s slated to take part in the first ever “New Yorker Conference/2012: Stories from the Near Future” this May, along with such diverse members of the intelligentsia as architect Zaha Hadid, Craig Newmark of Craigslist, Talking Heads’ David Byrne and Tipping Point writer Malcolm Gladwell.

Heading to Santa Rosa on April 4, Barber will take part in the “Sustainable Agriculture vs. Industrial Food” conversation with activist and author Daniel Imhoff (Food Fight: A Citizen’s Guide to the Farm Bill), with the Bohemian‘s own Clark Wolf moderating.

Barber ranks among such Alice Waters-inspired evangelists as Michael Pollan who are at the helm of a growing movement working to generate curiosity among the public about where our food comes from. Barber caught a few minutes to speak to us by cell phone from New York, where he had just touched down after a trip to Barcelona.

Barber explains that his philosophy (although he hesitates to use that word, saying it sounds pretentious) about food has to do with growing it organically, but not in the usual sense. “It’s about looking at organic in a really holistic way,” he says. “‘Organic’ comes from the word ‘organism,’ which means ‘whole.’ ‘Organic’ used to mean not just how your food was grown, but who or what community was growing it and how it was getting to you. Just because it doesn’t have pesticides and fertilizers doesn’t mean it comes from a squeaky clean food source.”

In Farming and the Fate of Wild Nature: Essays in Conservation-Based Agriculture, edited by North Bay resident Imhoff, Barber elaborates on his philosophy-which-he-won’t-call-a-philosophy in terms of how it applies to modern farming. Writing in an essay “Will Agriculture Economics Change in Time?” he explains that however much we’d like to look toward the hyper-teensy farms that supply local farmers markets as the answer to the nation’s agriculture problems, they’re not a realistic solution. Instead, Barber advocates midsized farms, which cultivate roughly 40 percent of U.S. farmland, as the answer–at least for now. Unfortunately, he writes, these midsized farms are encouraged to “get big or get out.”

Getting big generally also means scaling back on variety and only growing one crop–often one of the usual suspects heading the ingredient list in processed foods. With sales of over $500,000 and acreage that averages the size of Manhattan, mega-monoculture farms eschew diversity. According to Barber, that’s a problem, because there’s no balance in such an ecosystem. “Nature doesn’t grow things in monocultures,” he says, adding that monoculture cultivation practically forces the use of chemicals and pesticides.

What about the wine industry in Napa and Sonoma–isn’t that a monoculture? “Yes,” he says. “But in the best case, you do it organically and within a system that doesn’t require pesticides and fertilizers. That’s a prerequisite of good wine. But it’s not the same as what’s happening in fruits and vegetables.”

During his appearance in Santa Rosa, Barber will also discuss the 2007 Farm Bill, which he predicts will go to the floor for a vote quite soon. The bill, which picks up where the 2002 version left off, will influence how the government spends money on agriculture for the next five years. Not only have the Los Angeles Times and the New York Times had positive things to say it, but Oxfam has joined the chorus. Among items eliciting praise for the bill is its decreased focused on such “program crops” as soybeans, wheat, cotton, rice and corn. Instead, the bill proposes to boost healthier specialty crops such as vegetables, fruits and tree nuts by allocating funds toward research and a greater role in school lunches.

But Barber isn’t convinced. “As a part of the pie,” he says, “those funds are very, very small.” He also cautions that money often gets cut at the last minute, which stymied some of the best programs in the 2002 Farm Bill. Barber thinks it will still take time before the grassroots food-consciousness efforts that he advocates will really come to fruition on a political scale.

“Stone Barns and many others are trying,” Barber says, “to increase that awareness and get people to think about food. That sounds like a very easy thing, but it’s not. Stories like [the saga of] Boris can remind people that there’s a whole set of choices we have when we eat. And those choices affect not just our health, but our community, our landscape, our environment–as we have increasingly seen–our political landscape and on and on. And it comes down to what kind of choices we make when we buy food.”

And just whatever did happen to Boris?

Barber and his staff eventually found a vet that could castrate the boar relatively painlessly. He slaughtered Boris about two weeks ago. “We’re still eating his sausage,” Barber laughs. “Actually, we’ll be eating it for a while.”

Dan Barber and Dan Imhoff appear in conversation with Clark Wolf on Wednesday, April 4, at the Jackson Theater. Sonoma Country Day School, 4400 Day School Place, Santa Rosa. 7pm. $10-$15. 707.284.3200.

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Ask Sydney

March 28-April 3, 2007

Dear Sydney, my girlfriend and I have been together for a long time. We’d be married by now if it was legal (that’s a different issue!). Everything was going OK, with the usual ups and downs, until my ex-girlfriend moved back into town. I went out to lunch with her, and it brought up all kinds of intense feelings. Now I’m a wreck. I keep wanting to hang out with her. Worst of all, I’ve been having dreams about her, and let’s just say that she’s never wearing any clothes. I don’t know what to do. Do I tell her I can’t be friends now that we’re living in the same town again? That seems so pathetic, but I’m afraid that any other option would be disastrous. I feel like a stalker.–Haunted

Dear Haunted: Ask yourself if the monogamous relationship that you currently share with your gal is something that you could live without? Take some time to be by yourself, somewhere away from the noise of daily life, where you can really spend time thinking. Wherever you go to think, bring a notebook and pen. Write out the details of your dreams, just to get them out of your system. Make a list of the reasons you love your partner and the reasons you don’t. Write down everything you remember about your dreamy ex-girlfriend. Was she really that great? If she was, then why did you break up?

After you’re done, rip up everything you’ve written into tiny pieces and throw it into an anonymous garbage can. The only way you’ll feel free to really write what’s on your mind is if you know it’s going to be destroyed afterward, so go ahead and destroy it. (Just don’t light it on fire, though satisfying, that could be dangerous if you’re “thinking” out of doors.) Even after this ritual, it’s quite possible that you will choose to make things difficult for yourself by pursuing this rekindled relationship. And maybe there’s a reason for that. It’s just hard to know, and the more careful you are and the slower you take it, the less you will have to regret in the long run. It’s easy to make a fool of yourself over unexpected desires. Save yourself the trauma; write it all down and throw it away instead.

Dear Sydney, I am an animal lover. But can you go too far? What should one give up for the life of an animal? I have a financially destitute friend who moves in with me from time to time and brings her cats. I already have three cats, which the same friend gave me. There are now seven cats and her guinea pig in my house. I had to pay for a $300 surgery at Christmas when two of the cats got in a fight. Then another one of the cats showed symptoms of sickness about a month ago. This one has stress-induced colitis and resulting pancreatitis. Determining the ailment took many tests and a long stay at the animal hospital. My friend gave her last $600 to the vet. Now, she’s asking me for $400 more because the vet won’t let the cat come home unless the entire bill is paid. Furthermore, they are charging over $100 per day to board the cat until she comes up with the rest of the money. Suddenly, I see my friend as an addicted cat-spendy. I’ve begun to think what little extra space one less cat could gain. But my friend, who is a very bad money manager, is weeping bitterly over the possibility of losing Mr. Fluff. So what am I to do? Is it time for me to start sleeping in my car at night for the sake of Mr. Fluff and the shyster vet? Or should I put my foot down in favor of fiscal responsibility?–Bummed

Dear Bummed: These cats are not your responsibility. Just because you are kind enough to let your friend stay with you when she has nowhere else to go does not mean that you should be held responsible for the financial care of her animals. Unfortunately, by paying the vet bill during the holidays, you set an unfair precedent for yourself. If you did it for the other cats, how can you now abandon Mr. Fluff? If you do choose to save Mr. Fluff, you will be out 400 bucks, but you will also relieve yourself of the burden of being Mr. Fluff’s inadvertent murderer. Do you really want to be known as the guy who killed Mr. Fluff? Something like that could follow you for a long time. This is not to say that you have to save Mr. Fluff, but if you don’t, there may be physiological consequence.

Clearly, the issue here is not your willingness or lack thereof to save an animal, but your inability to provide yourself with clear boundaries. Someone else’s seven cats and one guinea pig in your house is too much. You need to set very clear parameters about the number of pets you are willing to take on along with your human guest. And if you do save Mr. Fluff, make it abundantly clear that you will no longer take any financial responsibility for future vet bills and that you will not be emotionally responsible for the well-being of her animals any longer.

Sydney, love your column! You give thoughtful, sensitive and sensible advice in an all-too-crazy world. My comment is just a suggestion, triggered by. I, too, have had problems with the father of my child and for many years could not even be civil to him. Another unrelated problem got me desperate enough to ask for help from a very alternative friend. That is when I discovered the emotional freedom technique. It is an acupressure technique that can clear emotional issues far faster than any other I have tried (and I’ve tried a lot). Best of all, the info on how to do it is free. Check out www.emofree.com for a free download of the manual. A demo is available at www.creatavision.com to get you started even faster. Try it and see if you like it.

Oh yeah, about my ex. He is still a worthless drunk who may or may not ever grow up, but that is water under the bridge. When I do see him, I can be civil. When he does something stupid, hey, that’s his life. The kid is grown up and neither one of us needs him any more. Keep up the good work! –Fogey

Dear Fogey: Thanks for the tip and the encouragement! I’ve never heard of this technique, but, hey, not being above a little residual anger myself, I’ll be sure and check it out. In the mean time, I’m including your letter here so that “Holding On” can have a look if she feels inspired. And congratulations on surviving co-parenting with your sense of humor intact. That’s no easy feat. Take yourself out to dinner. You deserve it.

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Women in Love

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March 28-April 3, 2007

You don’t have to be madly in love with the art of live theater, or deeply disappointed in what it’s become, to enjoy Anton in Show Business, but bringing a bit of theatrical love-hate into the auditorium definitely helps. Like the hilarious, theater-besotted cable series Slings & Arrows, 2000’s Anton, by mysterious playwright Jane Martin (believed to be a pseudonym for theater legend Jon Jory), is a giddy string of backstage inside jokes, deconstructionist head games and bittersweet theater-world observations.

Opening with the line, “American theater is in a shitload of trouble,” the cleverly constructed play aims to explain exactly why that is true while celebrating all that is still good and wonderful about people playing make-believe on a stage in front of strangers. The play just opened a four-week run in a production by the Pacific Alliance Stage Company, directed with great sensitivity to the underlying issues by Hector Correa.

In a playfully snarky homage to Thornton Wilder’s Our Town, Anton begins with the stage manager (Nicole Brewer) setting the theater world scene, as a pair of actresses–the seasoned Casey (Alexandra Matthew) and the exuberant newbie Lisabette (Christina Vecchiato)–meet to audition for a regional theater production of Anton Chekhov’s The Three Sisters.

The production has already attached Holly (Laurie Keith), a shallow but famous television actress. Everything is pitched slightly larger than life at first, with the show’s 15 characters played by a total of six female actors (well, seven, including an exasperated audience member, played by Maria Grazia Affinito, who keeps interjecting her own opinions throughout the play). Joan Mankin and Shannon Veon Kase play all the other roles, from the snotty British director (Mankin), who makes his actors audition using nonsense words (“Tiddly-pee, tiddly-poo”), to a comically irritating, Chekhov-loving theater producer (Kase), who compromises her art in the interest of big box office. Alternately hilarious and moving, Anton is packed with great ideas and hard questions, as fearful of the future of American theater as it is hopeful that art will somehow survive the barbarian assaults of commerce, crassness and audience disinterest.

Anton in Show Business runs Thursday-Sunday through April 15 at Spreckels Performing Arts Center. Thursday at 7:30pm; Friday-Saturday at 8pm; Sunday at 2pm. $18-$21; Thursdays, $16. 5409 Snyder Lane in Rohnert Park. 707.588.3400.


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Tough Stuff

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March 28-April 3, 2007

A year ago, when a promising young playwright-director named Lito Briano, 22, was told about a gay man who was gang-raped and mutilated at a Burning Man celebration in 2005, the revelation shattered his reasonably benign view of the world, altering many of his views on sexuality–and of rape. “I saw how rape not only affects the person who was assaulted,” explains Briano, an SRJC student, “but how it also affects the victim’s family, their circle of friends and even the friends of the friends. Rape makes a victim of everyone.”

In today’s world, one potential result of rape is infection with AIDS, and Briano’s research into the number of Americans living with HIV and AIDS left him stunned. In response to all of this consciousness-expansion, Briano set out to write a play, loosely based on the Burning Man incident, that would trace the effect on multiple lives of a single sexual assault. The play, titled The Heart Bleeds Blue, has its premiere this weekend. A production of Briano’s Jade Dragon Theater Company, the show has a cast of 17 actors, most of them from the school’s theater department, and is sponsored by the JC’s fencing club (“They liked the script,” Briano says).

Ever since work began on the play in December, the project has generated a remarkable amount of buzz on and off campus, fueled in part by an effectively filmed YouTube vid featuring visceral and gripping images from the play interspersed with sobering AIDS statistics, and underscored by a haunting cover of George Harrison’s “While My Guitar Gently Weeps.” In spite of the downbeat subject and the potentially off-putting details of the story, word around town is that–with its confident risk-taking and focused intensity–Blue crosses the in-your-face realism of a David Mamet play with the ripped-from-the-headlines topicality of The Laramie Project. Briano specifically praises the dedication and daring of his actors, who’ve been required to go to some very frightening places in bringing the script to life.

“I was surprised that the actors I’m working with plunged in so easily, especially once they found out what it’s about,” Briano says. “This material has compelled these people to go to deep, dark places in their psyches, and they have brought out some really intense, really incredible performances.”

The Heart Bleeds Blue performs March 31-April 2 and April 7. April 1 and 7 at 2pm; April 2 at 7pm. Newman Auditorium, SRJC, 1501 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. $8-$10. 707.527.4418.


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