Splitting the Jar

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March 7-13, 2007

The Money Issue:

‘So, how are we going to split up this money?”

Someone was bound to ask it sooner or later. It’s hard enough to count all the crumpled-up and folded bills from the pickle jar when there’s only enough room to form separate piles on my knees in a back seat crowded with 12-packs and sleeping bags, and now we have to figure out what to do with it. What’s more, the van is rocking with celebration, while 10 feet away inside this garage in Arcata, a hundred people sweat and sway to the sounds of the sixth and final band of the night.

What at first seemed like a recipe for the cops showing up has turned, miraculously, into a successful show; perched delicately on my knees, the random collection of bills grows and grows. Not bad, considering that after the first two bands the promoter simply stopped working the door to hang out with her friends, the job and the pickle jar falling into the hands of a semisloshed guitarist from an opening band. After amassing a collection of batted eyelashes and various beers, he turned into a fully sloshed guitarist, passing the door duty off to, oh, someone standing nearby.

Thus, the show became a beautiful cohesion of individual disarray. Out here, the waves of the intoxicating night reign supreme, and responsibilities are anybody’s guess. No one knows exactly who moved all the landscaping equipment to the back of the garage; no one knows exactly who set up the PA in the corner; no one knows exactly who paid and didn’t pay to get into the show, but somehow, at the end of it all, I am delicately balancing exactly $300 in my lap.

“Do you think we should get all the bands together and talk about it?”

The logic of distributing door money is fairly complex, further complicated tonight by the presence of six bands on the bill, all of them from out of town and in need of gas money. It’s not my job to split up the pickle jar, but old habits die hard and my brain starts in on the customary considerations of the task. Which band headlined? Which band has the longest drive tomorrow? Which band didn’t play for two hours or break the microphone stand?

“What about $100 each to the Midwest bands, if they’re cool with that, and $25 each to the West Coast bands?”

Inside, where there’s barely room to move as a gelatinous mass of bodies swirls and reverberates, the crowd responds with screams after each gut-filled song. It’s a diverse spectrum of punks, hippies, students, hipsters and models, but tonight they cohere as one under the garage roof, and from atop a stump next to a wheelbarrow filled with mulch, I can watch friends square-dancing, couples making out with teenage abandon, fans literally hanging from the rafter beams.

“All the bands playing tonight are on tour!” the bassist shouts between songs, “so please go see what they have to sell at the table in the back!” A collection of silk-screened records, dubbed cassettes, hand-printed thrift-store shirts and photocopied zines occupy precious table space with their respective, humble price lists. The headliner, a band from Indiana called Defiance, Ohio, displays a sign, scrawled on corrugated cardboard, that asks just $6 for CDs and $8 for T-shirts.

The band who’ve just finished, called This Bike Is a Pipe Bomb, sell their own dirt-cheap merchandise alongside that of other bands from their hometown of Pensacola, Fla., and after their set I overhear the singer offering a rare guarantee to a curious onlooker. “If you don’t like it,” he says, “write to me, and I’ll give you double your money back.”

At the end of the night, as the crowd slowly disperses–many of them on bikes, still others stumbling into the main house for a midnight dance party–I go out to the van to grab the pickle jar. But to my surprise, it’s nowhere to be found, because the headliners themselves have already grabbed, and decided what to do with, the cash.

Most people would be worried, but the night has been so strangely amazing that it seems natural what happens in the end. Hell, it’s such a tiny amount of money anyway, the headliners say. After all of the hemming and hawing, they simply give every band $50 each–an equal six-way split–and everyone raises a toast to each other.


Six Reasons

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March 7-13, 2007

The Money Issue:

Please forgive us for quoting Karl Marx, whose writing is just a bit on the dense side, but he says it best: “This physical object, gold or silver in its crude state, becomes, immediately on its emergence from the bowels of the earth, the direct incarnation of all human labour. Hence the magic of money.”

Little did he know then that money is magical for other reasons, too.

Special powers coming to a bill near you As printing technology becomes more accurate and accessible, counterfeiting will also become easier. Taking a turn from Hogwarts, anticounterfeiting nanotechnology of the near future may make the face on your $100 bill look like it has a mind of its own. “Squeeze Ben Franklin’s face and he might smile or wink or turn purple,” predicted a recent NPR broadcast. In the next decade, other molecular powers attesting to the purity of our bucks may include the ability for a bill to feel like paper while withstanding scissor blades or to become rigid when snapped and floppy when pulled. Apparently, some industries, like (big surprise) medicine and defense, are already using nanotechnologies, but they’re too expensive at the moment to apply to money.

Making money literally makes money Apparently, only 8 percent of Americans realize that the United States Mint produces coins. That worries us. Where do the other 92 percent think coins come from? Super Mario Bros. machines? Contrary to popular belief, the U.S. Mint does indeed make coins (bills come from the U.S. Bureau of Engraving and Printing) and has for, oh, the past 215 years. The Mint also holds custody of the American gold and silver supply–roughly $102 million worth–at a bullion storage facility in Fort Knox, Ky., and operates four plants nationwide, one of which is in San Francisco, overlooking the Castro.

The S.F. branch produces proofs, which are specially made collectible coins. One of these is a $5 gold coin, and technically it could buy an egg salad sandwich. But the Mint sells the coin for more than $200, directing the profits toward converting the city’s historic old building, aka the Granite Lady, into a museum. One of the U.S. Mint’s big moneymakers is the quarter, which in 2003 cost only about eight cents to make. That means that for every quarter the U.S. Mint produced that year it made roughly 17 cents. In 2005, the U.S. Mint posted a $1.77 billion revenue but, because it’s a government agency and therefore not allowed to make a profit, contributed $775 million to the U.S. Treasury.

Money can disappear (but you already knew that) Benevolent as it may seem, the U.S. Mint nonetheless has an enemy: Coinstar. Coinstar is embodied by those green kiosks at grocery stores into which people dump the contents of their piggy banks in return for the equivalent–less roughly 9 percent–in cash or gift certificates. Coinstar’s website even has a calculator estimating how much your jar of change is worth based on how many ounces the jar measures. According to the website, a 32-ounce Mason supposedly yields some $57.08.

Why does the U.S. Mint hate Coinstar so much? Because it recirculates the wealth. What the Mint and its employees count on is that about half of all change manufactured is eventually lost–under sofa cushions, in wishing wells, stashed in jelly jars, etc. In fact, about one-half of the entire U.S. Mint production is dedicated to turning out pennies, which suggests that with all the loose change out there, we especially can’t be bothered to pay for goods in pennies. Better to drop them in the tulips’ water or use one to rejoin the contacts of a broken coffeemaker. Sure, each penny costs more than one cent to make (estimates range from 1.1 to 1.4 cents), but more of the Mint staff stays employed as long as there are lost pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters to replace.

Animal, vegetable and mineral–like a sorcerer, money assumes different forms The Kyrgyz once used horses as money, making small change in the form of lamb skins. Like a demon, money has traveled through the ages, possessing various hosts: tobacco, cowrie shells, rum, indigo, salt, barley (in Babylon, the term shekel referred to a certain unit of barley), and even people, as during the slave trade.

But barter and commodity money (when the physical form of money is inherently useful–barley could be eaten and metal could be turned into tools) was inefficient. In ancient Egypt, receipts verifying that the bearer had a certain amount of grain at a warehouse could be used as “representative” money. This system was an early precursor to banking. Instead of grain, 17th-century England saw goldsmiths as bankers, issuing receipts that attested to how much gold the bearer had deposited for safekeeping at the smith’s warehouse. Eventually, the goldsmiths’ system led to the formation of banks, which each issued bank notes according to how much gold and silver filled their vaults. Betting that not everyone would come to collect at once, banks often issued notes above the amount of metal they had in stock. Most of the time, they figured right. But sometimes, they figured wrong, and eventually, the U.S. Federal Reserve Bank took over the duty of issuing bank notes.

Money doesn’t really exist Even before the United States dropped the gold standard in 1971, a very small percentage of bullion backed our currency. For example, in 1880, only 16 percent of currency was backed by gold. We primarily held on to the ingots to compare ourselves to other national currencies. The Federal Reserve Notes we use now are, in themselves, valueless–fiat money. Nevertheless, we use them because the feds say they’re legal tender. Each and every one of us agrees to this mythic construct. Essentially, bills represent a moderated rate of inflation, based on supply and demand of goods and services.

Money is everything (at least according to Karl Marx) But the German philosopher and political economist was far from flush. His buddy and colleague, Friedrich Engels, modestly supported Marx and his family for years, mailing him £1 and £5 notes cut in half for security. In 1843, just a year before Engels began collaborating with him, the impoverished Marx wrote, “Money is the alienated essence of man’s labor and life, and this alien essence dominates him as he worships it.” So money isn’t that great. But for those who’ve been offered thousands of dollars in credit lines, it gets even worse! On credit, Marx has this to say: “Instead of money and paper, my very personal existence, my flesh and blood, my social virtue and reputation is the matter and the substance of the monetary spirit. Credit no longer reduces monetary value to money, but to human flesh and the human heart.” Ouch.


Money Talks

March 7-13, 2007

The Money Issue:

Money’s not something we ordinarily talk about here at the Bohemian, at least not without plenty of tissues nearby. Bob Woodward, Norman Mailer and Phil Bronstein notwithstanding, journalists don’t tend much to the growing of dosh. Not only do we basically not understand money and, having never seen much of it, deeply distrust the stuff, we’re generally also fantasists who prefer to live as though it will just eventually come to us in such big huge swadges as we deserve. And we deserve a lot.

So when it came time to conceptualize this first annual money issue, we decided to look at money as an abstract construct. But even within the abstract, the stock market is a different animal, one comprising packs and herds. Driven by panic as much as by research, the stock market would make terrible ship’s passengers, with traders and investors rushing from port to starboard depending on rumor, speculation and what everyone else is doing.

But lo, out of the pack, separate from the herd and as foreign to our minds as a zebra in a jumpsuit, there is a journalist who understands money, makes actual money through investing and, most particularly, breathes clearly (without panicky hiccups) within the stockyards of the stock market. Santa Rosa-based writer Brad Zigler, in fact, can even talk about the stock market without trailing off into a stupor. And talk he does, each Friday evening on KRCB 91.1-FM, detailing the triumphs and woes of a very local segment of the national trade, those publicly held companies found solely in Sonoma, Marin and Napa counties.

Speaking by phone from his office, Zigler says that he formed his own North Bay Stock Index (NBSI) to give area investors a sense of how local stocks stack up against the big boys found on the Dow Jones and S&P 500 reports.

As with so many other checkbook-involved things, location can be a key to making a profit in the stock market. And co-habitating with an area business often gives investors an advantage. “Research done at the University of Illinois showed that the average household invests nearly one-third of its portfolio in local stocks,” Zigler says. “The suggestion was that somehow these investors were able to exploit local knowledge to outdo conventional benchmarks, like the S&P 500. What that boils down to is that the locals knew something that the rest of the world didn’t. That’s not hard to see. A lot of local stocks are ‘orphans.’ Nobody’s paying attention to them, no one’s writing about them, no one’s analyzing their data.”

Zigler, who used to write regularly for the North Bay Business Journal and who now freelances full-time (often under the byline “the Curmudgeon”), is kind to orphans, singling them out for attention on his weekly radio broadcast. Stock in the ZAP electric car company, for example, grew over 205 percent last year alone. To this writer, that sounds like a sure thing. To that writer, however, emotions run more calmly.

“It’s what ZAP did in 2006,” he stresses politely. “But if you decided to buy stocks solely on the basis of how well they did previously, you’re making an assumption of a trend that may be overstretching it. There’s not a guarantee, nor necessarily even a strong probability, that ZAP is going to go up past 205 this year. When you’re looking at 205 percent, you’re looking at a stock that’s priced at about $1 now, and you had to have started at a very low level to get that gain.” Actually, ZAP stock ended its boffo year at 79 cents a share. Zigler may have a point.

Some nine companies from Sonoma County are publicly traded; five of them are banks. In Marin, the Bank of Marin is a huge player, as is the video tech firm Sonic Solutions, a few other banks and Restoration Hardware, the gadget store that revalued the sex appeal of antique veneer on door handles in the ’90s. Napa is also lousy with banks and curiously only has one wine company in the market, Andretti Wine Group, co-owned by retired race car driver Mario Andretti and his partner Joseph E. Antonini, the former CEO of Kmart.

There is little left of what Zigler terms the “tech wreck,” that giddy period of time when it looked like the North Bay would be a Silicon sister to those information-friendly folks in the South Bay. Does Zigler see the North Bay resurging in the tech industry?

“Well,” he says cheerfully, “it’s awful damn expensive to live here and work here. The decision for a business to come here is often more a lifestyle issue than an economic issue.

“But if you’re going to be broke,” he shrugs, “what better place is there?”

Our sentiments exactly.

‘Brad Zigler’s North Bay Stock Index’ is heard every Friday at 6:04pm on KRCB 91.1-FM.


Ask Sydney

March 7-13, 2007

Dear Sydney, I wish there was a way to get my grown children to spend time together, or at least call each other, but they both have their own lives and don’t make time. Do you have any ideas to help build relationships between siblings? It makes me sad that they aren’t closer. I am estranged from my own sister, we haven’t spoken in years, and even though I live in the same town with my parents, we haven’t spoken in over five years (my mother and I had a fight, and we have never made up). I don’t want my son and daughter to fall into this same pattern.–Family Meltdown

Dear Melt: Your past experiences with your sister and parents do not necessarily dictate the relationship that your own children will have, both with you and with each other. Your children are both adults, which means that the relationship they have with each other will have to develop on its own, over time. You can not control it. There are ways, however, that you can influence it. If you can facilitate family get-togethers, then do so. Make yourself the catalyst for them to spend time together, and remember, just because they are disconnected now does not mean that they always will be. Be creative and find enjoyable ways to bring your family together, but don’t be too disappointed if your efforts don’t bear evident results. Ultimately, it will be your son and daughter’s choice. Some siblings are close, some aren’t. It’s rare that our “real” family meets every aspect of our often dreamlike expectations of what we feel family “should” be. It sounds as if you, like most, have to wrestle with the fate of your expectations versus your reality. It’s your job to love both of your children equally and with great dedication. That is the best and most helpful thing you can do for yourself, and for both of them.

Dear Sydney, I really appreciated what you had to say to that guy whose stepmother was coming on to him, about not feeling bad about his fantasies. I have a similar “fantasy” issue, which is this: I don’t feel bad about my fantasies in and of themselves, I just wish I didn’t have to have them! Why can’t I get really into sex with my girlfriend without fantasizing about something, or someone, else? I feel horrible about this, but I can’t really get into it unless I am fantasizing about something. This makes me feel like crap and like I’m betraying my girlfriend, whom I really love. It’s almost like I’m cheating on her even when I’m not. Why can’t I just be in the moment? I can’t decide if I’m totally dysfunctional, and that’s why I have to fantasize to enjoy sex, or maybe it’s something to do with the two of us? I’m a girl, by the way.–Stuck in My Brain

Dear Stuck: There are two types of fantasies: those that go on in the privacy of your own mind, and those that you act out in the real world. One is private, which makes it safe; the other is public, and for obvious reasons, involves the person or people you are having sex with. It seems like you are stuck in an internal fantasy mode. Try and figure out why this is. Are you embarrassed to express what it is you want? Are you self-conscious, and so fantasizing helps you relax? Does it help still the chatter in your brain? Or is it just easier? Whatever the reason, rest assured that millions of people across the globe, possibly even billions, suffer from the same necessity. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

You aren’t cheating on your girlfriend at all, no more then you would be if you wanted to try role playing or getting your girl to dress up in stiletto heels. You’re just having a good time, albeit inside your own head. Your discomfort with your private fantasy world might just be an indication that you should try getting to the bottom of your possible detachment and find another way to access your pleasure that involves having your eyes wide open. If you’re never present during sex, then you miss the potential for deeper intimacy and a more satisfying orgasm. What better reason to move into the moment? To facilitate this process, go to your local bookstore and check out the available literature in your subject area. There’s not much that a little research won’t cure.

Dear Sydney, I have recurring anger issues with my ex. Sydney, I try so hard to let it go. We’re talking deep breathing, positive visualization–you name it, I’ve tried it. But then he’ll do something to make me angry again. If we didn’t have a child together, I would never see him again. But we do, so I have to, and I don’t even want to go into all of the ways he makes me angry. I just don’t want to get angry anymore; it makes me feel sick. Why can’t I just let it go?–Holding On

Dear Holding: I am assuming that this ex of yours is a person that you once loved. Well, when couples break up, all of that love has to go somewhere! Unfortunately, it very often jumps over the bow of love and directly into the sea of anger and resentment. And you’re right: if you didn’t have a child together, you could be over and done with the entire relationship. You could swim to shore, flip him off and keep on walking. But it’s too late for that now. Welcome to the rest of your life. No matter how angry you get, no matter how red-in-the-face-pissed-off, you will always have one thing in common. You both love the same person, and the kinder and more forgiving the two of you can be with each other, the more that your child will prosper.

Seeing as the surest way to overcome all anger and negativity is to spend thousands of dollars and years of time on deep personal therapy or meditation retreats, why not try having a ritual instead? What do you have to lose? Dig up any remnants of your ex that you can find: that ring he gave you, the one picture you haven’t burned, that love letter from back in the day. Take these items out in the backyard, dig a small fire pit, start a fire with them and then roast and eat some marshmallows over the flames. I have no proof that this will work, but the best thing you can do is try and sever that cord of misplaced love that is still holding you together. You still might get mad, but then it won’t hurt you quite so badly.

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


Wine Tasting

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In this big messy world of war, heartache and scandalous newspaper headlines, about the last thing that needs the support and promotion of a nonprofit organization is Petite Sirah.

Yet P.S. I Love You in Windsor has been advocating this grape and wine since 2002, hosting promotional events and seminars across America, and that’s cool. At a tasting last month at Alameda’s Rosenblum Cellars billed as “Dark and Delicious,” 29 wineries from around the state teamed up with a restaurant apiece and offered a three-hour evening tasting of Petite Sirah with such dainties as raspberry chocolate truffles, smoked duck, pig pâté, mushrooms, fudge and of course a bounty of cheese. I went heavy on the ports in the first half-hour. The biggest and baddest of the three I located came from Trentadue Winery in Geyserville. After several pours of this tasty whopper you could have blindfolded me, turned me around three times and then convinced me I was back at Fort Mason’s Zinfandel Advocates and Producers Festival in late January. Ah, Zinfandel, my true Valentine.

Not that I didn’t enjoy the Petite Sirah at Dark and Delicious. Distinguished by its own fine qualities, many of the vintners at Rosenblum Cellars that night praised their wine for being so dark, forward, thick, bold, chewy, voluptuous and all that stuff. I even tasted a memorable vintage from 1985 at the table of Ukiah’s Mendocino Wine Company.

Petite Sirah has more than just remarkable redness. It’s had a roller coaster of a history, too. Created by a mad pollen-wielding scientist in France in the late 1800s, growers introduced it to California in 1878. The grape survived a vicious phylloxera attack in the 1890s, then Prohibition, and promoters are now calling this grape “America’s true, noble variety.”

I’ve also learned that no wine will turn your teeth so blue so fast as Petite Sirah, if that counts for anything. It doesn’t really, but still, P.S. I Love You has me convinced that this juice is worth drinking. Even in wartime. www.psiloveyou.org.

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Morsels

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March 7-13, 2007

What’s made out of spaghetti and meatballs and created the universe? According to Pastafarians, it’s their deity, the Flying Spaghetti Monster. This religion was brought into the public eye in late 2005 when the Kansas State Board of Education ruled that “intelligent design” must be taught in public schools right alongside good old evolution. In response, 25-year-old physics graduate Bobby Henderson demanded that his “religion,” Pastafarianism, be taught, too.

Pasta-obsessed piratic parishioners have been proselytizing over the Internet ever since. Commonly greeting each other with pirate phrases like “Yarrr” and “Avast,” Pastafarians worship only the FSM, but hold their pirate brethren in the highest regard. Pastafarians also believe in a heaven of sorts, a magical land filled with beer volcanoes and, of course, a stripper factory. What makes it even better is that everyone gets into heaven no matter his or her religious denomination.

Alas, Pastafarianism is not all fun and games. Devotees have real ambitions. Henderson is funneling all proceeds from his book, The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, into the purchase of an evangelical pirate ship that he and his fellow worshippers will use to spread the word of RAmen.

The wealth of scientific evidence and ancient artifacts proving the existence of the FSM is hard to ignore. Pastafarians have an online archive with pictures of items such as a 3,500-year-old Cretan vase clearly depicting the FSM, extensive noodly cloud formations, microscopic spaghetti-like bacteria and a ton of other information, all of which points to the certain existence of His Noodliness.

Pastafarians have also contacted several dozen doctors who have all conducted their own private experiments; hard science and research have come to the conclusion that the FSM is real, and just might have a noodly appendage in absolutely everything we do.

With its eventual tax-exempt status and growing team of scientists and industry professionals as well as the energy of millions of Internet worshippers, one thing is for sure: You’ll never look at pasta the same way again. Go to church at www.venganza.org.

Quick dining snapshots by Bohemian staffers.

Winery news and reviews.

Food-related comings and goings, openings and closings, and other essays for those who love the kitchen and what it produces.

Recipes for food that you can actually make.

The Byrne Report

March 7-13, 2007

It is sickening to watch the Democratic Party cut and run from the real possibility of throwing Bush-Cheney out of office. Impeaching Bush-Cheney could ignite a movement to promote truth, reconciliation and reparations to the world for exporting neoconservative fascism to their countries. The problem, of course, is that impeachment requires Congress to act, and Congress is still cheerfully assisting Bush-Cheney to loot the national treasure, eviscerate civil liberties and wage illegal wars. It is, perhaps, foolish to ask perpetrators to right their own wrongs, but we have to start somewhere.

Gosh, does that sound too radical? Too . . . hmmm . . .un-Fatherland-ish? Don’t take my word for how deep in the political doodoo we are; follow the women. Specifically, listen to the advice of two remarkable women who have spent their lives serving the system. Both spoke in Sonoma County last month on the absolute necessity of impeaching Bush-Cheney. They are former Chief of the U.S. Attorney office in San Jose Elizabeth de la Vega, and Cynthia McKinney, a six-term Democratic congresswoman from DeKalb County, Ga.

In mid-February, de la Vega spoke at Petaluma’s Copperfield’s Books about her book, United States v. George W. Bush et al. Drawing upon her experience as the head of a federal organized crime strike force, de la Vega has written a criminal indictment of the Bush-Cheney gang (including Condoleezza Rice, Donald Rumsfeld and Colin Powell) for violating Title 18 of the United States Code, Section 371, which prohibits conspiracies to defraud the United States. Using public records, the recently retired prosecutor presented substantial evidence that the “defendants” knowingly made fraudulent statements to Congress and the public for the purpose of invading Iraq.

I won’t detail all of the evidence de la Vega uses to make her case, but if you have been paying attention you know most of it by now: Bush-Cheney flat-out lied and they knew they were lying. Of course, Congress and the media knew it, too, and they agreed to look the other way. Disgustingly, the New York Times syndicate is now blaming the “inept” Bush-Cheney for the “debacle” in Iraq, while ignoring its own pivotal role in causing and supporting the illegal invasion and occupation. We should be ashamed of ourselves as a society for willfully fooling ourselves when we really did know the truth, i.e., that Bush-Cheney lied. It was obvious and a reckless disregard for the truth, a prosecutable crime when committed by people placed in a position of trust.

The soft-spoken de la Vega is housewifely in appearance. Watching her talk is like seeing Betty Crocker jump off a cake box and calmly make the case that our leaders be held over for a jury trial for committing unspeakable acts. When the White House pisses off Betty Crocker, there is hope for change. Unfortunately, the crowd of about 20 folks were mostly over age 50. One can only wonder what shopping mall the youth of soldier age were hiding in that night. Nor did the youth come out in any force to hear the charismatic McKinney tell it like it is–starting with the systematic disenfranchisement of black voters in the last two presidential elections–at a student-sponsored event at Sonoma State University a few days later.

McKinney cautioned the audience of mostly white people over 50 that unless Congress is prepared to defund the Bush-Cheney war on Iraq, antiwar posturing by Democrats is public-relations fog. “Translate what you read in the press, hear the unspoken, see the invisible, read the unwritten,” she urged. She had nothing good to say about the Democratic Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi, who is refusing to end the war and who is giving Bush-Cheney a free pass for destroying New Orleans, spying on Americans, torturing prisoners and a long list of other impeachable offenses. When an audience member timidly remarked, “Impeachment is not good for the country.” McKinney tartly countered, “Impeachment is a moral imperative.” She received a standing ovation.

Meanwhile, Lynn Woolsey, our own antiwar congresswoman, needs to start listening to the impeachment message, especially since her valiant efforts to defund the war will likely fail due to Democratic Party sabotage. Unfortunately, Woolsey is still marching in lockstep with the Pelosi edict, “Impeachment is not on the table.”

Nonsense! Impeachment could ignite a movement to take the country back from Bush-Cheney and their corporate sponsors (ignoring for the moment that Congress is itself the premier corporate lobby). Add some gasoline to the impeachment fire and check out a collection of powerful essays called Impeach the President, edited by SSU professor Peter Phillips.

And then call Woolsey up and tell her to flip Pelosi off and do the people’s business.

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Letters to the Editor

March 7-13, 2007

Fat fight

I just read (“Fear of Food,” Feb. 21). Sara is a fun read, usually because I find myself screaming at your paper while I read her. Seriously, her most recent piece makes it clear that Sara has never: shopped for groceries in Richmond, West Oakland, Agua Caliente or Apple Valley; been dependent on food stamps; even seen a USDA food label; or given much thought to the parasitic relationship of poverty and wealth in the context of capitalism. The personal-responsibility argument, which is often followed by a boot-strap lecture, ignores reality. Most people don’t have land to grow their own food, can’t afford organic only and work 40-plus hours a week to stitch the ends together. Many poor people have to rely on public transit that makes a 20-minute trip to the grocery store into a three-hour tour. Add kids into the mix, and is food from a box still such an obvious no-no?

This reality is total absent from her thinking. The only voice of poverty present in her article is the tiny minority of “hardcore” homeless men that can be seen in parks across the country. Even there she misses the point, most of those men are vets abandoned by the yellow-ribbon brigade (and everyone else) to heal from war without any social support, and they deserve to be written about in that context instead of dismissed as wise old winos.

Ben Saari, Santa Rosa

Sara Bir responds: Boiling our country’s nutrition and weight issues down to black and white extremes is part of the reason we have such a problem with overconsumption in this country. Not all overweight people are poor, and not all poor people are overweight. In order to maintain a balanced diet, it is not necessary to completely avoid processed foods and consume “organic only.” You don’t have to grow your own food to eat healthfully, but it does help to understand that food is grown somewhere and does not appear fully formed in Taco Bell nachos or a can of Campbell’s chicken noodle soup.

The problem then becomes raising awareness of how our food choices affect our health without sensationalizing the matter through flashy rhetoric about the latest dietary fad. Ben is correct: the connection between poverty, obesity, heart disease and type 2 diabetes is alarming, as is the difficulty of procuring fresh produce and whole foods in low-income urban areas; many people trapped in the cycle of poverty have no choice but to eat badly.

To get a handle on things, we have to stop holding other corporate institutions completely accountable for the state of our national eating habits. That does not mean saying “people are dumb and lazy” and sitting back smugly to watch our country’s descent into a blubbery Babylon of high fructose corn syrup and refined white flour. I feel that a grass-roots movement of educating people to make their own wise nutritional choices is more logical and sustainable than imposing a ban on trans-fats, requiring all restaurants to list caloric values on their menus or railing abstractly against “the man.” Creating more fear of food is not the solution.

Fear-mongering in Marin

Fear is being marketed to us, and we are buying it. In supposedly enlightened Marin County, there was a recent Homeland Security-sponsored drill on Feb. 22 for Marin’s new mobile command center. The drill centered around a mock-threatening call from a person urging a pullout of U.S. troops from Iraq. Can you see how we are being brainwashed to fear those who want an end to war–not those who provoke and impose war?

Hermann Göring was the leader of the Gestapo under Hitler. These are his words at the Nuremberg Trials. They ring truer than ever today: “Naturally, the common people don’t want war: neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.”

They are selling us fear. Are we buying it? Visit www.mpjc.org org or www.peaceandjusticesonomaco.org to learn about local campaigns for peace with justice for all the world’s people.

Wendy Tanowitz, San Anselmo

I am irritated

I was at Cafe Gratitude last night, March 1 (, Feb. 21). I arrived at 6:30pm and, due to really poor service, it was 9:30pm by the time we were finished. About 45 minutes after taking our order, the waitress finally brought our appetizer and then informed us that she had lost the paper on which she had written our order, so we refreshed her memory.

I Was Grateful I had good company to dine with, but three hours for dinner was rather intimidating. I won’t go back again.

Barbara Anaman, Fairfax


Fabulously Conservative

March 7-13, 2007

It’s a fabulous Grand Old Party with the Kinsey Sicks in their new concert film, I Wanna Be a Republican. Not satisfied with any other political group, the Kinsey Sicks–a drag-queen a cappella quartet consisting of Rachel, Trixie, Winnie and Trampolina–decide they want to represent the red states and become Republican. I Wanna Be a Republican screens at the Rialto on March 15.

Director Ken Bielenberg’s political satire musical is the story of four ladies who share their love for such themes as political corruption and tokenism. The over-the-top musical enjoys playing on audience perceptions by embracing the very political agenda one would assume they’d sooner rally against. Rachel (Ben Schatz), the horny, bullish one, takes an audience member onstage for a rendition of “Why Can’t We F**k?” Winnie, (above in glasses and played by Penngrove resident Irwin Keller), shows an obsessive compulsive cleaning streak in the song “Clean.” Trixie (Jeff Manabat), the Asian member of the group, is the butt of the joke about Republicans and tokenism. Finally, there’s the not-so-subtly named Trampolina (Chris Dilley), who belts out a hearty rendition of “Be a Slut.”

A number of musical set pieces that take jabs at just about every aspect of Republican values and conservatism, I Wanna Be chronicles the stories and misfortunes of the “girls” as they make their way toward the right. When the puns get to be a little much, Rachel explicitly informs audience members to write their own material. The sight of four drag queens singing about the virtues of modern, white conservative society, or taking such famous hymns as “We Shall Overcome” and turning the lyrics into “The poor are overpaid,” can’t help but make you laugh and cry at the same time.

After the screening, director Bielenberg and producer Alonzo Ruvalcaba join the audience for a Q&A session. The Kinsey Sicks’ I Wanna Be a Republican screens on Thursday, March 15, at 7:15pm. Rialto Lakeside Cinemas, 551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. $6.50-$9.50. 707.525.4840.


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February 28-March 6, 2007

‘Keep your wits about you, everyone, and whatever you do, don’t step on the red cups!”

With this bit of comically cryptic and mildly threatening advice, director Leslie McCauley, head of the smokin’-hot theater arts department at the Santa Rosa Junior College, energetically launches a Monday-night rehearsal. McCauley puts her actors through the paces of the smart and silly new comedy Shakespeare in Hollywood, written by Ken Ludwig, the screwy scribe behind such popular behind-the-scenes comedies as Lend Me a Tenor and Moon over Buffalo.

On this evening, less than two weeks before opening night, the large, multigenerational cast is attempting an uninterrupted run-through of the show’s frenetic second act. In it, Hollywood luminaries Jack Warner, James Cagney, Max Reinhardt, Dick Powell, Louella Parsons and other real-life denizens of the 1930s mix it up with fictional Shakespearean characters as Reinhardt attempts to film the Bard’s classic fantasy A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

The script is a manic blend of high-brow and low-brow, tossing tights, iambic pentameter and Shakespearean sonnets together with Marx Brothers-style mayhem, really bad puns and roller skates. McCauley and cast work in a medium-sized classroom. The threatening red cups, arranged in rows here and there on the floor, delineate where various walls and set pieces will stand once the set is completed and the cast moves down the hall onto the stage of SRJC’s massive Burbank Auditorium.

According to McCauley, the last several weeks have been a riotously good time, coupled with hours of hard work as the performers rid themselves of what McCauley calls “the 21st-century slouch” and master the graceful moves and fast-paced, rat-a-tat speaking style of 1930s movie actors.

“My goal from the beginning has been for us to have as much fun as possible,” says McCauley. “I honestly have never laughed so much during any rehearsal of a play I was directing.”

Working with the motto “No joke is too stupid,” McCauley encourages her actors to contribute their own ideas, many of them borrowed (or outright shoplifted) from the classic pastry-chucking comedies of the Three Stooges, the Keystone Cops and Charlie Chaplin. The central premise of the play has Midsummer Night’s Dream‘s “real” fairy king Oberon (played by Cameron Stuckey) and his conspicuously horny henchman Puck (Tifani Schwab) appear on set to replace actors Victor Jory and Mickey Rooney, who’ve just left the movie. As Oberon and Puck try to fit in with the foolish mortals, causing a number of improbable love connections courtesy of Midsummer‘s famous magic flower, the fairies are increasingly baffled–and strangely turned on–by the activities of the gowned and tuxedoed humans.

“The big joke,” explains McCauley, “is that these are mystical creatures who live in a weird world of fantasy, but Hollywood turns out to be even weirder than they are.”

On this night’s rehearsal, actor David McCullough, playing the self-important government censor Will Hayes, cracks up the entire cast as he is being bitten on the face by one of Puck’s rowdy love-blossoms. Aimee Ouellette, as Jack Warner’s talent-challenged actress girlfriend Lydia, also gets big laughs with her recitation of the line, “I’ve always dreamt of sleeping with a yes man!”

After the rehearsal, the cast is still pumped-up from the exhilaration of the successful run-through. Asked to describe the biggest challenges of the play, they toss out answers.

“All of the verbal wordplay,” suggests Darren Digges, who plays Warner’s nerdy assistant. “Doing justice to the real-life people we’re portraying,” says Daniel Thompson, cast as James Cagney.

“Staying safe!” “Enunciating!” respectively shout the Puckish Schwab and Madeline Giuliet Harris, who plays fictional starstruck starlet Olivia. “Memorizing Shakespeare backwards,” adds Ouellette, mysteriously. “Dancing in high heels!” contributes Kevin Kieta, who, as actor Joe E. Brown, plays much of the show dressed in drag (blame the flower!).

“Our hope for this show,” explains Stuckey, almost becoming serious, “is that the audience leaves thinking that it was a fun couple of hours, but also that they would know how much fun all of us were having onstage. It’s kind of inspiring, and sort of the point of the play, that all of these different people from different worlds can come together and, in spite of the challenges, create something wonderful.”

‘Shakespeare in Hollywood’ runs Friday-Saturday and Wednesday-Sunday, March 2-3 and 7-11. Nightly at 8pm; also, 2pm matinees March 10-11. SRJC’s Burbank Auditorium, 1501 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. For tickets, call 707.527.4343.


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