Open Mic

January 10-16, 2007

If you liked War on Terror® ’06, you’re gonna love the ’07 model! Contrary to the advice of nearly everyone who knows anything about Iraq, counterterrorism or the capabilities of the U.S. military, President Bush is set to increase the number of U.S. soldiers fighting in Iraq.

In the meantime, the Bush administration appears to be prepping for a military strike against Iraq’s bigger, more powerful neighbor, Iran.

The American and British navies are positioning additional warships off Iran’s southern coast, including a U.S. aircraft carrier capable of launching air strikes against Iranian land targets. The Brits say that the build-up is an effort to “maintain familiarity with the challenges of mine hunting in warm water conditions.” Of course. And I downed several shots of tequila on New Year’s Eve to maintain familiarity with Mexican agribusiness.

The most dramatic new development in the War on Terror® happened last month, when soldiers from Ethiopia launched a full-on invasion of neighboring Somalia.

For much of 2006, Ethiopian forces have been active in Somalia in support of Somalia’s transitional government. Somalia’s transitional government (often referred to as Transitional Federal Institutions, or TFI) is backed by the international community (whatever the hell that is), but it has little support or power to speak of in Somalia.

Ethiopia’s opponents in Somalia are an Islamic fundamentalist coalition known as the Union of Islamic Courts (UIC).

The UIC was on a bit of a roll for most of 2006. Despite its sadism and flat-out weirdness (among other things, the UIC reportedly executed a man and a small girl last summer for the crime of wanting to watch World Cup soccer on TV), it is viewed by many Somalis as the most authentic, patriotic and Islamically correct group vying for power in the country right now.

The UIC’s patriotic street cred was boosted considerably last year by a bungled effort by the CIA. I know it’s hard to believe that an intelligence agency controlled by the Bush administration would screw something up, but it’s true. The CIA funded and armed brutal local warlords who opposed the UIC. When word of the CIA’s efforts got out, Somali support for the UIC swelled. It seems that many Somalis were impressed with the UIC just because the CIA was trying to stop them. Good work, boys.

Last summer, UIC forces captured Somalia’s largest city, Mogadishu. UIC forces also advanced to Baidoa, an inland city where Somalia’s transitional government is headquartered and protected by Ethiopian troops.

Throughout the second half of 2006, UIC forces clashed with Ethiopian forces and tensions escalated. Last month, Ethiopian forces invaded Somalia along a 250-mile front. On Dec. 28, Ethiopian forces, along with elements from Somalia’s transitional government, took Mogadishu from the fleeing UIC.

So what does any of that have to do with the War on Terror®? Ethiopia’s military is funded and trained by the United States. General John Abizaid, who is in charge of the military’s War on Terror® operations in East Africa, visited Ethiopia’s dictator and prime minister Meles Zenawi in the weeks preceding the invasion. While denying direct involvement, the U.S. government has already expressed its official approval of the operation.

Why does the United States care what happens in Somalia? Because Somalia is a haven for al Qaida operatives working throughout east Africa. And because Somalia’s coastline overlooks the shipping lanes through which much of the Middle East’s oil passes on its way to Europe and the United States.

Ethiopia’s government brutalizes its people and spends lavishly on its military while ignoring the needs of its citizens (food and water, for example), but the Bush administration supports it because its interests coincide with ours. We want a Somalia that isn’t ruled by the UIC and isn’t a haven for Islamic fundamentalists who threaten U.S. oil interests or engage in international terrorism. Ethiopia wants to keep Somalia’s Islamists weak so that they cannot foment unrest within Ethiopia nor act as a proxy fighting force in Ethiopia’s ongoing border dispute with neighboring Eritrea.

The one country that none of the major actors in Somalia’s current war care about is Somalia. The U.N. reports that the current war has “severely undermined” humanitarian operations helping 2 million Somalis. If Somalis hate us for helping to start this war, who could blame them?

The Byrne Report will return next week.


News Briefs

January 10-16, 2007

$1 million for farming

The score is dairy, $1 million, developers, zero, for 178 acres in West Marin County. The Marin Agricultural Trust (MALT) and the California State Coastal Conservancy each coughed up $500,000 to buy a $1 million conservation easement on the highly visible Cerini Ranch along the Tomales-Petaluma Road on the southern edge of the village of Tomales. The complete 505-acre ranch was owned by the Cerini family from 1925 to 2005. The 178 acres covered by the conservation easement contained several parcels, making it ripe for development, says Elisabeth and& Dairy, an agricultural collaboration between John Williams and Long Meadow Ranch. In exchange for the $1 million, they forfeited the existing rights for as many as 10 building sites and agreed to limit development to one single-family residence for a ranch manager or owner. Approximately 110,000 acres in Marin County are zoned for agricultural use, and MALT now has agricultural easements on about 38,000 acres. “The more land that’s protected, the better it is for everybody,” Ptak says.

More Medicare kinks

The road to privatizing Medicare is clearly not a smooth one, and the Feds (and the seniors who depend on them) are bouncing through yet another pothole. Most private insurance companies offering Medicare healthcare and drug plans made significant changes for 2007, including increasing premiums and dropping some drugs. Medicare recipients had from Nov. 15 to Dec. 31 to accept their revised policy or switch to a new one. Except, oops, five companies serving a total of 250,000 Medicare beneficiaries nationwide didn’t get the official notice of their changes out by the Oct. 31 deadline; some weren’t mailed until mid-December. The companies that were late to the mailbox included Anthem, ElderHealth, Healthnet, Torchmark and United Health, according to Jack Cheevers, spokesman for the San Francisco region’s Centers for Medicare and Medicaid. “I’m sure they all had different problems and different degrees of lateness,” Cheevers says. One company reported a fire at its printing plant, Cheevers adds, and another discovered errors after the documents were printed and had to start over. There will be no penalties imposed on the companies, but they’re required to extend their open enrollment period (allowing recipients to switch plans) until March 15. The companies had until Jan. 5 to mail notices of this change to their policyholders. Let’s hope they made it to the post office this time around.


D-List Delish

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January 10-16, 2007


For someone who has made her name by skewering celebrities with nastiness, Kathy Griffin has a dirty secret: she’s actually nice. It’s like finding out that John Bolton secretly thinks the United Nations is a good idea. She doesn’t make a big deal out of it, because her increasingly successful career–despite her contention that she is still D-list–is built on rapid-fire, flawlessly aimed barbs toward those who would keep her where she claims to be. But when you look for the signs of nice, they’re unmistakable.

She’ll be onstage at the Wells Fargo Center for two shows on Jan. 12, during which Bravo will tape her next stand-up comedy show. As a performer, she is more likely to be naughty than nice, but that dichotomy is never far away.

You don’t see “nice” in her performances right off, but her fans get it. On her Web forum, a Las Vegas man wonders, “Is it possible for straight men to be Kathy Griffin fans?” It’s true, her act draws lots of gay men. But another guy responds, “The message here is that every one of us is accepted. There are no minorities or majorities, just people getting along and laughing. In the end, that is all that matters, and that is the message that Kathy broadcasts.” An Australian sums it up: “To some, she’s possibly the meanest person in Hollywood, and at the same time, she’s possibly the sweetest.”

Her comedy seems spiteful, occasionally even cruel, if you think that big stars might care what she says about them. But you get the sense that she is standing up for us little people whose lives, like hers, will never include the glamour, wealth, fame and beauty of Britney Spears or Nicole Kidman. Griffin can make us feel like we’re not losers, because she’s speaking as one of us. Each time she sticks it to a star, she looks at the audience and affirms, “Yes? Yes!” as if to reassure us, her good friends, that we’re all in this together.

Onstage, Griffin talks fast, filling her act with detailed stories about her hilariously unfortunate experiences with celebrities. And it’s impossible to avoid an obvious comparison: Kathy Griffin and Joan Rivers, a comic whom Griffin reveres. Both have a large gay male fan base and, in recent years, have made their names tearing down big stars (A-listers) from their posts on the red carpet and onstage. Both have had numerous cosmetic procedures, and both have been building their careers for years.

It bodes well for Griffin, now in her mid-40s, that she appears to have staying power in a field that is especially unforgiving to women. She started out in improvisational comedy with the Groundlings in Los Angeles. She was a regular on the Brooke Shields’ TV vehicle Suddenly Susan for four years, a guest star on series ranging from ER to Seinfeld and a performer in numerous movies. Bravo recently renewed her Emmy-nominated reality show Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List for its third season, and that, in turn has built the audience for her DVDs and live performances.

Griffin’s gratitude over her current success is evident as she speaks by phone in a rare moment at home in L.A. between tour dates. The smoker’s voice from her DVDs is gone (actually, she neither drinks nor smokes), while her compassion is generous and her intelligence, obvious. Gradually, it occurs that Kathy Griffin is much more complex than a quick viewing of her current comedy reveals.

Here’s another surprise: she’s politically aware and quite liberal. As we spoke, she brought up celebrities, yes, but also political women like Gloria Steinem.

When asked if she uses the f-word to describe herself, she responds enthusiastically. “I’m a die-hard feminist, absolutely.” Griffin remembers discovering Gloria Steinem more than 20 years ago. “I don’t remember how old I was, but I remember she was a rock star, on the cover of Ms. Magazine. She was really hot lookin’, but really brilliant, chic.”

Despite her own political sensibilities (“I’m so far left I’m Sandinista,” Griffin joked on Larry King recently), she’s gotten herself into trouble when she busts the balloons of overinflated politicians, since her typical audience is more interested in celebrity talk than political points. She’s aware at those times that she’s taking a risk, calling it “a total Dixie Chicks, shut-up-and-sing” moment. So if she does political material, she includes stories of performing for the troops to balance it out.

Griffin has been to Afghanistan, Kuwait and Iraq, and like so many comics before her beginning with Bob Hope, her main goal is simply to make the troops laugh. Unsure of how her material would translate, she says, “I was more worried about bombing than being bombed.” But with a wink toward the context as well as comedy lingo, she adds, “I killed.” Her military hosts did give her a long list of things not to say, which struck her as ridiculous. She promptly used the list to comic ends in her shows back in the States.

Griffin is riding her D-list for all its worth. Should that lose its luster, don’t expect her to go away anytime soon. “I’m just all about longevity,” the 46-year-old performer says, citing Steinem, Barbra Streisand, Oprah Winfrey and Linda Ellerbee as inspirations. “I don’t want some guy to say, ‘You’re not good enough anymore, you’re not young enough anymore.’ I just really wanna be able to do my thing until I decide I don’t wanna do it.”

Kathy Griffin tapes her live Bravo special in two performances at the Wells Fargo Center on Friday, Jan. 12, at 7:30pm and 10pm. Last-minute tickets still available for both shows, both standing room only and seated. Due to the TV taping, there will be absolutely no late seating (7:31pm is late) and no ins and outs once seated; cameras are not allowed. Wells Fargo Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. $20-$45. 707.546.3600.


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Off Chants

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Five centuries forward: Marsha Genensky, second from the right, discusses the group’s time travel.

By Bruce Robinson

Not many groups could update their repertoire by adding a set of tunes from the 19th and 20th centuries, but that is exactly what the acclaimed a cappella women’s quartet Anonymous 4 have done with their most recent recording. Gloryland, a collection of traditional American folk songs, spirituals and gospel hymns, builds on the approach introduced two years earlier on the group’s American Angels, but with one significant difference: For the first time in the group’s 20-year career, they are not alone.

“When the idea come up for doing this second set of American music, I knew that I wanted to have instrumentalists,” says Marsha Genensky, who served as the group’s music director on both Americana collections. She recruited two well-known Bay Area acoustic string players, Darol Anger (fiddle and mandolins) and Mike Marshall (mandolins and guitar) to augment the vocal harmonies in recording sessions at Marin County’s Skywalker Ranch.

It was a comfortable association, Genensky reflects; the two founding members of the Turtle Island String Quartet and members of the Anonymous 4 had hit it off long ago when they met backstage at a taping of A Prairie Home Companion.

“These guys are so great,” Genensky says. “They start with the tradition that we’re working with, and then they move on out on to all kinds of wonderful planets of music. It’s just fabulous.”

The expanded sonic palette will be on display when Anonymous 4 return to the North Bay on Jan. 13, accompanied at the Wells Fargo Center by Anger with guitarist Scott Nygaard standing in for Marshall, whose schedule could not accommodate the tour. (Nygaard regularly accompanies Anger in the Republic of Strings.) Genensky says the substitution was not a difficult adjustment. “They’re definitely different personalities, but we’ve come to absolutely love both of them.”

The music of both American Angels and Gloryland is predominantly religious, primarily folk hymns and melodies culled from very old church songbooks, including a few familiar songs, such as “Shall We Gather by the River” and “Wayfaring Stranger.”

This gives it a central commonality with the Medieval music that Anonymous 4 are more closely associated with, even though the styles are quite different. But Genensky says that as singers, they approach it in much the same way.

“Really, it’s all about singing together and listening,” she explains. “It’s just a matter of singing different styles. Singing chant is deceptively difficult. Many people think, ‘Oh, that’s easy. You don’t have to sing in parts. You all sing together, its fine.’ But it actually takes the most concentration to sing in unison. That’s really different than singing traditional music from America, which tends not to be quite as wide-ranging, tends not to require the same level of exactitude, although you would be surprised. Preciseness is still good; it’s just not the same kind of preciseness.

“I actually think some of the most precise singing comes from bluegrass signers,” she continues. “They’re very, very tight. You would think it would be a loosey-goosey kind of thing, but beneath that is extreme precision.”

Despite their name (which is an inside joke for musicologists, a reference to the unknown author of an important Medieval treatise on the composers of that era), Genensky and colleagues Susan Hellauer, Jacqueline Horner and Johanna Maria Rose are readily identifiable. In a departure from their historic process, which was intensely collaborative and consensual, Genensky took an individual lead role in the preparation for Gloryland, primarily because she spent the past year as a visiting scholar at Stanford, while the other three singers remained in New York. “We tweaked it together, but it basically was how it was by the time I got to everybody.” And, Genensky adds, she derived considerable pleasure from hunting down the old songs.

“If you ask me in the moment where I’m sticking my nose through thousands of pages of 19th-century tune books at UCLA special collections or at Yale or one of the other places where I go, I’d say, ‘Oh, this is my favorite thing to do. This is so great, I can’t stand it.'” She laughs. “But then when we’re actually singing, I’d say, ‘This is so great, I can’t stand it.'”

Anonymous 4, joined by Darol Anger and Scott Nygaard, perform ‘Long Time Traveling,’ a collection of Americana songs, on Saturday, Jan. 13, at the Wells Fargo Center. 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. 8pm. $20-$49. 707.546.3600.




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Banded Together

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Photograph by Sara Sanger
Let it Bleed: The New Trust from top left, clockwise: Julia Lancer, Matthew Izen, Sara Sanger, Josh Staples.

By Gabe Meline

On a Sunday afternoon last July, as wind rustled through the tall trees and crows alighted on brick walls, dozens of musicians and fans gathered at one of Santa Rosa’s oldest and most beloved mansions for a photo shoot. The enormous palatial house, whose façade served in the filming of Pollyanna, was eerily bare inside. In one of the mansion’s elegant sitting rooms, photographer and New Trust guitarist Sara Sanger gazed down into an antique Hasselblad camera, sizing up her assorted black-clad, tattooed subjects on the opposite wall. Once the shot seemed good, she grabbed a gigantic machete and joined the motley tableau.

“OK, here’s the deal,” announced her assistant. “The zombies have attacked. The zombies have eaten everyone we know and love, and laid everything to waste. We’re all hiding away in this house, preparing for our retaliation.” Getting into character, a few of the subjects thrust their heads back to look more assured. “And remember,” the assistant emphasized, just before the camera shutter clicked, “all we have is each other.”

The New Trust are certainly a band of togetherness; all four of the members live under the same roof in a large Victorian house. Rock bands traditionally fight nonstop, but the New Trust are strangely functional. They often cook for or clean up after each other at home, and they’ve also toured together multiple times, covering the United States and Europe. And yet the band are poised to release a new album in which the perils of disconnect take center stage.

Dark Is the Path Which Lies Before Us, due Jan. 23 on Slowdance Records, is a collection of tight, well-crafted songs with a recurring, ominous undercurrent of personal, political and global betrayal. This is a grandiose maneuver for a band whose debut EP (2003’s We Are Fast Moving Motherfuckers, We Are Women and Men of Action) clocked in at 18 minutes of short, sharp shock. They’ve now come up with something that reads like a screenplay as much as it sounds like a fantastically fresh rock ‘n’ roll record.

As a clean calendar presented itself, New Trust frontman Josh Staples walked off a New Year’s Day hangover among the dead at the city graveyard, explaining his latest songwriting approach. “In the ’80s, 30 years after the dawn of rock music, there was something called ‘modern rock.’ Now, 30 years after the dawn of punk music, why not have ‘modern punk’?” Sitting on an unkempt concrete crypt, he explains. “Punk rock that’s a little more nuanced and interesting–that’s how I see this band.”

Surely, the 1980s infect Dark Is the Path in subtle ways. Of the tracks, “Holy Wars” is a melodic transmutation of Billy Idol; “You’ve Got to Be Fucking Shitting Me” cites Kate Bush; and “The Life of the Infidel Comes Crashing Down” directly quotes one-hit wonder Jermaine Stewart’s “We Don’t Have to Take Our Clothes Off.” But while the New Trust’s music is more complex than the Dead Kennedys–interloping guitar lines from Sanger and Matthew Izen weave fluidly over Staples’ contrapuntal bass lines and Julia Lancer’s rock-solid drumming–the gut of a 1980s punk song remains the same. In fact, the album’s targets are the very institutions that punk bands have been screaming about for the last three decades.

“I think I’ve always written songs in that way,” Staples says, “but I wrote lyrics in other bands before that were so specific and clear that it came off as being very trite and stupid and childish.” Instead, Dark Is the Path uses inventive images in a lyrical landscape full of strange lacerations, tidal waves and shooting flames as its toppling tools. “The stuff I like is difficult to get your head around,” he explains, “conceptual horror stuff that, because it’s so abstract and because it comes out of left field, makes it a little scarier and a lot more effective.”

Even the album’s love songs hinge on this element, where the sweet touch of lips is akin to a blood-draining bite on the neck. (“It seems like it should be a very positive thing–affection between two people should be great, right?” asks Staples, who has been married to Sanger for five years. “But I know that it takes very little to make a big mistake, and it can be very horrible.”) But the song that most listeners will inevitably latch on to is “When the Dead Start Rising,” the story of a full-scale zombie attack and the inspiration for last summer’s photo shoot.

Not unlike an armed group of renegades cloistered together in a grand deserted palace, the song evokes a mixture of refined classicism and vigilante defiance with a call for friends and comrades. “That song, and the whole album, really,” clarifies Staples, “has more to do with who we’re picking to take with us on our side. Like, when shit goes down, who do you have at hand that’s going to go with you?”

For the New Trust, togetherness may well be the best antidote to their own apocalyptic visions of the rising undead. It’s also proven a catalyst for the hardworking band that adheres to a 10-year plan, including more touring this year and a new metal-tinged record already in the works. Staples recently left the highly acclaimed indie-rock trio the Velvet Teen in order to focus on these goals, and his creative impulse has clearly been rekindled by focusing on his own material.

“It’s almost always a money-losing venture, and it’s almost always tough on relationships and it’s almost always a struggle,” he shrugs as the New Years’ dwindling sun casts long shadows across the graveyard. “But if you have that artist’s mental disorder where you think your shit is the best shit out there, and if you’re that excited and inspired about something, and if you believe in it,” he says, “then that’s the best thing about making music or art: you created it, and it’s your favorite thing ever.”

The New Trust celebrate their record release on Tuesday, Jan. 23, by playing a free show with Polar Bears at the Last Record Store, 1899-A Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. 6pm. 707.525.1963.




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First Bite

It was Jan. 6, so I suppose the football game on the overhead TV was a big one. I don’t really know; I had come out to the Marin Brewing Co. with my friend mainly to taste the famous beer. Our host seated us at a booth adjacent to the noisy, jam-packed bar.

Sister company to Noonan’s Bar and Grill as well as to Moylan’s Brewery and Restaurant in Novato, the Marin Brewing Co. was founded in 1989 and has since won scores of awards at state, national and world beer competitions. As a close follower of microbrews, I felt like I was coming home. But the crowds of rowdies at the bar hollering over their drinks at the athletes onscreen soon proved more than we could take. We scooted ourselves out the back door onto the south-facing patio, and here we found sunshine and peace.

Several draft beers were available, including the Sour Bourbon Barrel Stout ($5 a pint). I tried a sample but didn’t quite feel like drinking sour beer. Instead, I opted for the Old Dipsea Barleywine ($5 a pint), a rich brandy-like ale that came just a bit too cold, especially on this frosty, blue-skied winter’s day. My companion ordered an organic apple juice ($2.25), half full of ice, and it, too, was cold.

In need of something hot, we each started with a cup of soup ($3.95). We ordered one cup of the MBC’s award-winning pork beer sausage and beef chili and one of their daily special, a Mayan black bean tortilla soup topped with tomato sauce and feta cheese. The latter was certainly the most deluxe dish in an otherwise beer-soaked culinary environment that features honest cheese fries, pizzas, sandwiches and giant burgers.

Unfortunately, the kitchen had run out. With that, our waiter offered me a sampler cup of another soup, boiled chicken-vegetable, or something of about that complexity level. I passed and sent for a large spinach salad ($9.95, with avocado for an additional $2.50). The salad was excellent, with succulent morsels like hunks of goat cheese dressed in a sweet-sour vinaigrette that lingered to the end.

After 30 minutes in the sun, my barleywine was sufficiently warm to drink. The flavors of malt, syrup and grain had awakened, and the 9 percent punch of alcohol helped take the cold bite out of the dry, wintry air. I drained the brew and then ordered a White Knuckle Double I.P.A. ($4.50 a pint).

We slowed our pace, my comrade savoring but eventually abandoning a small caesar salad ($5.95), topped with whole anchovies, croutons and thick dressing. I ordered a real winner with the veggie club sandwich ($9.95). This monster came sliced into four triangles, revealing a beautiful cross section of thickly layered avocado, tomatoes, sprouts and whole wheat bread.

The sun fell lower in the sky, and we paid the bill. It was frickin’ freezing now, and we had an hour to wait for the ferry back to San Francisco. We sat shivering on a steel bench at the terminal, and soon found ourselves longing for a warm place of boisterous company, rich food, heavy beer and a football game on TV. Some hot bean soup would have been nice, too.

Marin Brewing Company, 1809 Larkspur Landing Circle, Larkspur. Open for lunch and dinner daily; late menu on weekends. 415.461.4677.



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Ask Sydney

January 10-16, 2007

Dear Sydney, I got divorced after 16 years of marriage, sold a business that was my second family, had my mother pass away after a long struggle with cancer, met and then lost the love of my life–all within a six-month period. Five years have passed since those events, and I am now out of work due to a serious disability. I am spiritually, physically and financially drained. There is a shadow on my heart and soul that will not seem to lift no matter how much I talk to myself. Where to turn to now?–Searcher

Dear Searcher: Life is full of rotten turns of fate, some worse then others, and there is no sure way of predicting or explaining what brings these unpleasant shifts and turns about. But there comes a time when you have to move on, find the positive in what you have and focus on it. You have to consciously put your energy where it will make good for you, and if you can’t do that, then you have to find someone or something that can help you along.

Look at your finances. Do some research. See if there is a way to get low-cost counseling. If you like to write, and if counseling sounds too heinous, then think about joining a memoir group (the junior colleges are an oasis in this regard). If you need to stretch, check out a yoga studio. Whatever it is, do something! Don’t just sit there and be miserable.

The people we love die. The relationships we once worshipped corrode. Our bodies get hurt. This is the human condition. Don’t expect to be able to talk yourself out of misery; the inner voice is not something that can be counted on for unwavering support, or even for very good advice. Consider looking outside of your own mind for other ways of healing.

Dear Sydney, what motivates you to spend the time to both listen to the problems of others and to offer solutions? I believe most people, especially men, are reluctant to ask for help because our culture sees asking for help as a weakness. Do you ever suspect that the people who write in are not sincere or that they use aliases to protect their identities? If so, does that matter to you? Would you answer their questions even if you were 100 percent sure they were not using their real names?–Zorro

Dear Zorro: People often confide in me and my fascination with human relationships has long driven me to look for answers to some of life’s more mundane but nonetheless painful challenges. A question is an intellectual puzzle that I must answer with nothing but a set number of words at my disposal, and I derive great enjoyment in doing so.

As for men being reluctant to ask for help, there may be some veracity to this statement. However, it doesn’t apply to me, because I don’t offer help, I just offer advice. You don’t ask for advice out of weakness, you ask for advice out of curiosity. What do you think I should do? Because you haven’t actually asked me for any help, you can always ignore or otherwise criticize my answer. You owe me nothing. If my advice turns out to be helpful, this is just a side bonus; it incurs no further obligation. For this reason, I think I receive an equal number of questions, from males and females, though I can’t be sure, as these questions are anonymous, and many leave out the personal pronoun when writing in. I always respect the anonymity of question writers. Even if a name is included with a submission, I remove it. It is not my concern “who” is writing in, only that the question be true of heart.

Hi Sydney, I’m a pretty regular stander at the Sebastopol intersection [where war protesters and supporters alike gather every Friday]. I appreciate most of what you said to Distraught on Red (Dec. 13), but I do have one disagreement. You say, “The only aspect of the Main Street dance that makes me uncomfortable is when the peace people have a henchman on the war corner.”

Sydney, “henchman” implies that someone is delegated to stand on “their” corner. Not so. All the corners belong to everyone. At the beginning of the Afghan war, when there were many more “war people,” they would often stand with the “peace people.” Now there’re very few of the “war people,” and they tend to stick together.

I’ve got to admit to you, I don’t respect the opinions of those on the Southeast corner, because I’ve never really been able to figure out what those opinions are. Usually, I have no quarrel with their signs, which tell us to support the fire and police departments and voice truly incomprehensible things like “The Land of the Free Because of the Brave.” It’s like when people drive by and flip me the bird or give me a thumbs down. My sign says “Peace Now,” and I always wish I could ask what part of that phrase there is not to agree with. Oh, well. I’ve been standing places with various signs for going on a half century, and people are still yelling at me to “Get a job!” Thanks for your great column.–Stander

Dear Stander: You took umbrage to my remark for good reason. Sometimes I reel off a word without truly considering its meaning, and often I discover later that I have misconstrued the meaning based on my own loose and often fluid interpretations. The word “henchman” has a much darker connotation then I had intended. What I meant to refer to was an undercurrent of aggression that I sometimes perceive between the two demonstrating parties. True, the very nature of the situation lends to discordance.

I have driven past while two women yelled at each other, one red in the face and waving a peace sign, and the other purple with rage and waving the red, white and blue. But this is just human nature, isn’t it? If we had control over it then we wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with. I admire your commitment to continually putting yourself in a situation that often brings out the worst in others. The corners do belong to everyone, but it is also important to remember that sometimes standing too close to the opposition can make it difficult for observers to hear either voice with clarity.

No question too big, too small or too off-the-wall.


Letters to the Editor

January 10-16, 2007

Waging a living

I read the profiles of your low-wage earners ( Jan. 3) with empathy and frustration. Not long ago, I held a job at Safeway, earning $8.75 an hour making sandwiches I couldn’t afford to buy myself. The store manager hired many workers, all of us part-time so that they could deny us benefits. We were treated like pieces of meat, the managers not even looking at us in the eyes. Perhaps the Bohemian could provide a guide to shopping at businesses that pay their workers a decent wage and treat them with respect.

Isabella Woodley, Petaluma

Plea for common sense

OK, I am an educated Democrat with nothing against young people, immigrants or others. But in reading the interview profiles in your minimum wage article, I gotta say: Try working 40 hours, at least. Don’t have kids before you can afford them. Don’t commute to some menial job across two counties and then blame the lack of transit. Do realize how good we have it in America, where even the poorest minimum wage earner likely has a DVD player, microwave and cell phone. I am not discounting that big business rips off the small guy (the Wal-Mart “Big Brother” stuff is particularly hair-raising). The classic example of putting minor dictators (managers) from the working class in charge of suppressing even more helpless part-timers is an old trick used by all empires in history. But please, inject some common sense into this story.

The other half of the minimum-wage dilemma is that modern Americans need to decide what they want and what they need, and reconcile the two. Just surviving, and worse, raising families as a cog in the corporate matrix, leads to misery. Stand up for yourselves. Plan ahead. Take charge.

Scott Trocken, Sacramento

Changing politics as usual

Congress has increased their own salaries, but those who must try to live on the minimum wage must try to skimp by on what isn’t even a living wage. It is way past time for Congress to pass a new minimum-wage law increasing the minimum wage to no less than $7.25, and President Bush should sign it.

Such action by Congress will begin to show that they are serious about changing politics as usual, and that we did not make a mistake by voting out the others.

Cassandra B. Lista, Santa Rosa

More trap than deterrent?

Today I was in historic Railroad Square in downtown Santa Rosa. I looked up at our visitor’s center and saw a pigeon trapped in the netting. Not sure if it was dead or alive, I went inside to notify those working there. One phone call was made and I was told that they didn’t know if someone would be out to check it that day or not. I told them that if the bird were still alive, it must be suffering terribly. The response was that pigeons are “like rats” and they (those who were notified) probably don’t care. This of course begs the question: Is it OK to let rats suffer and die horrible deaths?

After I printed pictures and indicated that I was willing to recruit people to protest outside the tourist information center, a city employee was immediately dispatched. The city employee retrieved the dead bird and laughed when I asked, “I wonder how long he was caught up there before he died?” When I said, “Something needs to be done about this netting, it is obviously too large a mesh to keep the birds from getting caught and killed.” He responded by telling me that it is “approved cruelty-free” netting installed by “approved contractors.”

If it is there to prevent the birds from going to a spot that is desirable to them, shouldn’t it then be a small enough mesh to prevent them from putting their heads through it? This sounds more like a trap than a deterrent. Smaller mesh would be a humane solution.

Cindy Jenkins, Santa Rosa


Pagan Triumph

January 10-16, 2007

Hell switches places with Earth in the Pyrenees in 1944. The outer story of Guillermo del Toro’s overwhelming Pan’s Labyrinth is that Franco’s fascist army is clearing out a band of guerrillas, with all of the usual brutality of an armed force fighting an insurgency. The inner story inverts the myth of Proserpine in the form of a daydreaming 10-year-old named Ofelia (Ivana Baquero), who may be the reincarnation of the princess of the underworld, but who is currently helpless in the realm of her wicked stepfather.

The stepfather, the citified Capt. Vidal (Sergi López), arrives to meet his troops deep in the forest with his ailing, pregnant wife, Carmen (Ariadna Gil). Vidal is an emblem of the fascism that an audience loves to hate, from his spotless pearl-gray uniform to the malevolent shine of his leather gloves and boots and del Toro sets him against expressionist shadows. His private quarters are in the top room of an old mill. Here is a fantasy of mechanical fascism, broken down in the woods. If it weren’t for the ancient stone labyrinth just outside the camp that beckons Ofelia, the title could be a poetic reference to the thick groves of trees on all sides of Vidal’s barracks.

Outside, Ofelia receives a visit from the demigod Pan himself (Doug Jones). He is a shambling faun, whose moonstone eyes glitter under a massive brow, carved with spirals. The creature gives Ofelia three tasks to perform before the moon is full to prove that this lost princess has not been contaminated by her life in the world of the mortals. If she succeeds, she can return to her kingdom and wander “the seven circular gardens of your palace.”

First, Ofelia must slay a voracious toad whose exhalations are poisoning the roots of a tree. Second, she must retrieve a dagger from an ogre’s larder. The third task may require a larger sacrifice of her humanity than Ofelia can make.

Del Toro can be electrifyingly violent, yet in Pan’s Labyrinth, we sense a gentle artist who, like Goya, steels himself to look at horror. More bewitching than the marvelous bestiary del Toro releases is his color palette. Instead of the milk-blue hues of the ordinary CGI fantasy, here the woods hover in a constant lowering twilight, and here is some of the most attractive use of day-for-night photography in years.

Pan’s Labyrinth is the most satisfying kind of fairy tale, featuring a conflict between the brutality of the male order and a moon-world of enchantment in which women are the warriors. Ofelia protects her ailing mother and, in turn, the brave housekeeper Mercedes (Maribel Verdú) rescues Ofelia. And there are the archetypes: maiden, mother and wise woman.

Speaking of the law of threes, the artistic successes of Alfonso Cuarón (Children of Men), Alejandro Iñárritu (Babel) and del Toro have been the source of much comment about the rise of Mexican cinema. The list goes on, though; there are more Mexican filmmakers proving the rule every day. Can we say instead, that the power of Mexican art was there all along, and now the U.S. is at last becoming wise enough to recognize it and love it?

‘Pan’s Labyrinth’ opens Friday, Jan. 12, at select North Bay theaters.


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Care for a dash of cucumber in your olive martini? The California cucumber martini by Murphy’s Irish Pub was the people’s choice winner in last year’s Martini Madness contest in the Sonoma Valley. Mix 1 ounce Roth vodka, 3/4 ounce pear juice, add a dash of simple syrup and some cucumber chunks. Shake with ice–using a martini shaker, of course–so that the seeds and pulp of the cucumber separate. Strain and pour. Garnish with both a cucumber slice and an olive, because the annual Martini Madness competition is part of the three-month-long spice-up-the-winter-doldrums known as the Sonoma Valley Olive Festival.

The martini contest started five years ago with an audience of about 50. In 2006, more than 600 adventurous martini lovers jammed into a tent at the Lodge at Sonoma, sipping innovative entries from two-ounce plastic martini glasses.

“Everyone gets to vote on their favorite martinis, but last year for the first time we had a panel of judges as well,” explains Wendy Peterson, executive director of the Sonoma Valley Visitors Bureau, which coordinates all the olive festival activities.

This year’s Martini Madness theme is “Olive the World.” The judging criteria includes the creativity and flavor of the martini, table decorations related to the martini and theme, and–most importantly–the integration of the olive in the martini.

From 5:30 to 7:30pm on Jan. 12, bartenders from leading Sonoma Valley restaurants will vie to create the world’s most fabulous olive martini. Each year they get even more creative with their entries, but the exact ingredients remain top secret until they’re unveiled at the competition.

Lodge at Sonoma, 1325 Broadway, Sonoma. $25. 707.996.1090. www.sonomavalley.com/olivefestival./i>



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