Rube’s Ride

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October 4-10, 2006

The avid cyclist who has his own beloved bike at home will likely be dissatisfied with any bike-shop rental. The fit will probably never be right and the seat uncomfortable. As he sets off down the road feeling awkward and out of form, he might suddenly realize that he is just another tourist in the wine country, here for a day on a bike that doesn’t fit and an adventure that is not exactly novel.

But throw in some winetasting and all is well. That’s what the Calistoga Bike Shop has done. Since April it has offered a deal called the Calistoga Cool Wine Tour. Designed in cahoots with eight local wineries, the package includes a bike for the day, a helmet, a rear bike bag suitable for carrying wine, a water bottle, a souvenir tasting glass, a map of the northern Napa Valley and about all the winetasting a cyclist can reasonably handle in an afternoon. At $59 plus tax per person, you’re on your own all day, free and clear with your bicycle and a red wristband that identifies you as one of the honored cyclists of the Calistoga Bike Shop.

“We’ve always rented bikes,” says shop owner Mike Costanzo, “and we found that we spent a lot of time explaining to our customers where all the cool wineries are. So we thought, ‘Why don’t we just package this thing?'”

I tried out Calistoga Bike Shop’s Cool Wine Tour last month with a friend from San Francisco. We rented blue Bianchi Advantages–lean, strong, sexy machines. They were quite comfortable, but our handlebar arrangements had us sitting upright like dainty ladies riding ponies, and I just couldn’t help feeling that we were a pair of clueless tourists setting off on a winetasting outing. Fair enough.

Before we departed, one of the bike-shop staff briefed us on the basics of winetasting so that we wouldn’t go and make complete asses of ourselves in the tasting rooms, where very respectable people hang out. She gave us each a tasting chart, composed of 12 columns with such headings as “Body,” “Acidity,” “Bouquet,” “Clarity,” “Finish” and so forth. Empty boxes below would allow us to comment on each wine we tasted in the course of the day.

We pedaled south on the quiet route highlighted on our maps. The bike shop has done its best to direct customers onto quiet lanes and bike paths lined with walnut trees and old farmhouses, but it has also spiced up the route nicely with a few hot runs along several of the local highways. As we made a left turn off the Silverado Trail into the driveway of winery number one, Silver Rose Cellars (351 Rosedale Road, Calistoga; 707.942.9581), an aggressive convertible almost creamed us both. But it was our fault; she was rich, and we should not have been in her way.

Inside the tasting room, our red wristbands worked like charms. The man behind the counter took a glance and made no mention of the $5 tasting fee. He whipped out two glasses and promptly got us started. He told us to “chew the wine like chocolate” and to notice the strawberry and peach flavors in each of the three samples he poured. I find it strange that wines are never said to taste even faintly like grapes, because they make wine from grapes, I hear.

Next, we rolled just across the highway to August Briggs Wines (333 Silverado Trail, Calistoga; 707.942.4912). It was already crowded with serious wine tasters. As the tasting here is free for all, no one heeded our red wristbands. We had a few drinks, then left and rode northward a mile or so to Zahtila Vineyards (2250 Hwy. 29, Calistoga; 707.942.9251). A golden Lab named Zoe greeted us out front, and in the friendly tasting room we saw her image displayed in an opened coffee table book entitled Winery Dogs of California. Also look for Zoe in the 2007 “Winery Dogs” calendar. She is posing for April.

Vincent Arroyo Winery (2361 Greenwood Ave., Calistoga; 707.942.6995) was next. By now I felt a little drunk, so I began following the bike shop’s suggestion to “spit ‘n’ cycle.” I had never before used a spit bucket, and to my surprise I found that spitting out fine wine grants one the heightened feeling that he is a real wine taster, one who can tell the excellent from the merely fine, and who appreciates the subtle nuances of the good life.

Summers Estate Wines (1171 Tubbs Lane, Calistoga; 707.942.5508) produces several oddball wines–Charbono, Sangiovese, Dolcetto and Muscat–among the usual Napa Valley staples. The man at the bar couldn’t say enough about the Charbono, a rare varietal planted in less than a hundred acres in California. “This goes really, really well with pasta!” he exclaimed. To me, it tasted like most ordinary table reds, and I just couldn’t grasp the significance of this attribute. Yet on he carried about the Charbono and pasta. I spat the wine into the bucket, dabbed my lips with a silk kerchief, and we left.

Just across the street is Calistoga Cellars (1170 Tubbs Lane, Calistoga; 707.942.7422), where our server matched our Zinfandel with some hot cuts of absolutely delicious award-winning pork from the grill outside. Rant all you want about Charbono and spaghetti, I’ll take pork and Zin any day.

The last winery en route was Bennett Lane Winery (3340 Hwy. 128, Calistoga; 877.MAX.NAPA). A very bold sign on the tasting-room counter informed us that the folks here charge $10 for a flight of just four wines. Not for us, for we wore red wristbands! I thought what a great value this bike ride is, eight wineries and about 40 samples considered.

Actually, we skipped one winery. That was Dutch Henry Winery (4310 Silverado Trail, Calistoga; 707.942.5771), poor fellow, for it resides three miles south of town, and we were too tired to make the trip. It was 4 o’clock and the sun, the riding and the wine had burned us out. It had eroded our intellects as well, and we considered ordering a case of something. The bike-shop staff will gladly come out and pick up whatever wines you decide you want to purchase, but a case runs $200 to $700, and we barely had enough for the bridge toll.

Too bad, because I have a friend who just loves spaghetti.

Calistoga Bike Shop, 1318 Lincoln Ave., Calistoga. 866.942.BIKE or www.calistogabikeshop.com. Also, Bacchus Bicycle Tours provide a bike, picnic, snacks, water, van support and two guides for one-day excursions through Healdsburg’s Dry Creek Valley for $130. www.bacchusbicycletours.com.

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The Outsider

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October 4-10, 2006

As the whistles of clattering freight trains screech and howl in the distance, sounding all eerie-crazy-sad and half-demented with loneliness, Rob Nilsson, filmmaker and cinematic philosopher, leads a tour of his cottage-sized home and work studio in Berkeley. The place is ornamented with posters from his various films: Chalk, Stroke, Noise, Need, Attitude, Security and Winter Oranges.

A makeshift screening room, complete with wall-mounted movie screen and projection system, has been built in the room that doubles as a living room and kitchen. Upstairs is Nilsson’s editing area, where computers and monitors and all kinds of gleaming filmic machinery sit, and where work is being completed on his two newest films, Opening and Pan, both of which will be screening this week at the 29th annual Mill Valley Film Festival (MVFF).

The new films and two others Nilsson merely appears in–Bob Zagone’s Berkeley-based bookstore fantasy Read You Like a Book and Judy Irola’s Marxist-artist documentary Cine Manifest–will be sharing festival screen time with such high-profile films as the Polish Brothers’ Astronaut Farmer, Anthony Minghella’s Breaking and Entering, Philip Noyce’s Catch a Fire, Amy Glazer’s Drifting Elegant, Stephen Frear’s The Queen and Todd Field’s Little Children. The star power includes Sandra Bullock’s Infamous, Cate Blanchett and Brad Pitt’s Babel, Heath Ledger’s Candy, Famke Jansen’s The Treatment, and special appearances by the likes of Sydney Pollack, Forest Whitaker, Tim Robbins, Helen Mirren and Billy Bob Thornton.

The festival has been good to Nilsson over the years, having screened every movie he’s made since 1979’s Northern Lights. “I guess [the film festival] is a glutton for punishment,” Nilsson laughs, taking a seat on the sofa in his screening/living room. “There’s never been a film of mine that they’ve turned down, which I’m deeply appreciative of–and usually a bit surprised by.”

In many ways, Nilsson is the purest example of what the Mill Valley Film Festival has always striven to highlight: the power of individual filmmakers who take brave stances and make risky choices in order to make honest, unusual films that are strictly outside the mainstream. While the MVFF has gradually inched closer to big Hollywood films and the big-name star appearances, it has never strayed from the mission of giving ample screen time to films and filmmakers whose work, much like the groundbreaking recent films of the legendarily maverick Nilsson, might not otherwise be seen in a theater.

Nilsson first achieved acclaim with his 1979 black-and-white drama Northern Lights, about a 1915 standoff between a farmer and the U.S. government. That film won the Camera d’Or Prize at the Cannes Film Festival, securing Nilsson’s position as a visionary director with a decidedly “outsider” view toward filmmaking.

Over the next decade, Nilsson produced a number of similarly low-budget films, further developing his own improvisational, video-to-film moviemaking style. Best known are 1983’s mesmerizing taxicab fantasia Signal 7; 1986’s marathon-racing drama On the Edge (starring Bruce Dern and based loosely on the annual Mill Valley to Stinson Dipsea race); and 1987’s Heat and Sunlight, an edgy examination of love, jealousy and obsession which won the Sundance Grand Jury Prize.

While many filmmakers might have used their expanding reputation to go fishing for Hollywood contracts and bigger budgets, Nilsson astonishingly took a page from his friend John Cassavetes and elected to go in the opposite direction. In the late 1980s, he established the Tenderloin Y Group, a collective of nonprofessional actors and technicians, most of them found on the streets of San Francisco and Berkeley.

While editing a film in San Francisco’s Tenderloin district, Nilsson found himself wondering about the lives and struggles of the rough-hewn characters he encountered every day, people he warmly categorizes as “the shopping-bag ladies, the cart pushers, the screamers, declaimers and street-corner philosophers.” Says Nilsson, “Everybody has genius in them as long as you can find those people in their relaxed and natural state.”

With his directorial admonition to “be triumphantly yourself,” Nilsson has shown a knack for drawing profoundly natural and unstudied performances from his actors, most of whom have never acted before. Nilsson’s movies are not made so much as they are gathered, culled from the angry, shadowy, steaming streets of the city.

He calls his process “jazz cinema,” or more commonly “direct action,” because it requires his cast and crew to improvise, placing themselves directly in the middle of the action, launching real-life, off-the-cuff adventures in the dark alleys of San Francisco when no one knows they are there, or down by the railroad tracks of Berkeley, as in Pan (screening Sunday, Oct. 8), a film that makes heartrending visual poetry out of the iconic images of trains and railroad tracks.

Beginning with the film Stroke, Nilsson and his collective have enjoyed a fruitful 18-year collaboration, producing a string of remarkable films, including what he calls the 9@Night Films. The series will eventually total nine films, all telling loosely structured, improvisational stories that begin at the hour of 9pm, featuring 40 to 50 characters living on the edges of society.

Pan, about a fatherly street person and his unlikely friendship with a middle-class boy, is number seven in the series. The two remaining films, Used and Go Together, have already been shot but are still in rough-cut form. Of the first seven, all but one, Attitude, which premiered in Hong Kong, had their world premieres at the MVFF, where a new 9@Night film is always received with high expectation and an aura of defiant celebration.

While working on the 9@Night series, Nilsson has also been creating the Direct Action World Cinema series, five films created with that same grass-roots, improvisational style and filmed in various locations around the world: Japan, Jordan, South Africa and Berkeley. The latest in the series, Opening–about an art show opening in Kansas City and the tornado that changes the lives of the artists and poseurs in attendance–is also playing at this year’s festival (Friday, Oct. 6).

“I feel that these films are visionary works,” Nilsson says, “not because I did them, but because they come out of people who have never considered themselves actors or shooters or technicians, but who have a kind of an impulse, an idea about getting at least one look, from a fictional standpoint, at an area of the world people seldom see or want to see, and the people who populate that world.”

Asked to explain his process of beginning a film, and his strategy for developing a new project, Nilsson pauses. “When I start making a film, I don’t know what it is I want,” he says. “Honestly. I find what I want through the process of making the film. Or more truthfully, I use the process of filmmaking to pull out of me what it is I didn’t know I wanted to express.” Not surprisingly, the average filmgoer doesn’t always know what to think of his finished films because, in Nilsson’s words, “They don’t know what it is I’m expecting of them.”

And just what is it that Nilsson expects of his audiences?

“I’m expecting them to be adventurous,” he laughs. “First of all, if what they want is a traditional story, then they should go to a storybook. I’m not a storyteller. The stories have all been told already. What I’m doing is creating circumstances for characters to respond within, and then with my camera, I am building accounts of those actions in ways that move me–and that hopefully will move an audience.”

Now that his quest to complete all nine Tenderloin films is almost completed, Nilsson is beginning to feel his way toward his next decidedly nonmainstream project.

“I want to make 10 films about love,” he laughs. “And why do I want do that? I don’t know. Why does a poet write a poem? Because the poem appears. Why did I cast all of these street people in my films? Because they showed up. So I don’t know why I want to make 10 films about love–but I know I’ll be finding out once I start making them.”

The Mill Valley Film Festival runs Thursday-Sunday, Oct. 5-15. For the full line-up of films and events, visit www.mvff.com. To find out more about Rob Nilsson, visit www.robnilsson.com.


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To Have and to Hold

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Rich in spirit: Innovative new antipoverty campaigns stress home-ownership, college education and entrepreneurship as keys to success.

‘I don’t think poverty is an intractable problem,” insists Helga Lempke. “I think it’s a question of will and putting resources toward the problem, because there’re certainly a lot of strategies that we know are successful in helping to combat poverty.”

This is no idle claim for Lempke, the executive director of Sonoma County’s nonprofit Community Action Partners. Next week her agency will host its third annual Dialogue on Poverty conference, a daylong workshop in Santa Rosa intended to foment conversations, she says, that will generate “some movement toward helping low-income people in the North Bay move out of poverty.”

To advance those discussions, the conference is focusing in part on the distinctions between “income poverty” and “asset poverty.” The Asset Policy Initiative of California (APIC) defines the former as “not having enough financial reserves to manage at the federal poverty level for three months.” Asset-poor families, APIC says, “are living one paycheck, one broken refrigerator or one medical emergency away from needing public assistance.”

The differences between the two can be dramatic. The Policy Initiative calculates that just 5.8 percent of Sonoma County’s population lives in income poverty, but 22.8 percent experience asset poverty. The corresponding figures are slightly lower for Marin County (5.7 percent and 18.2 percent, respectively) and a bit higher (7.2 percent and 24 percent) in Napa County. High housing costs throughout the North Bay are a major factor in the disparities.

Ben Mangan, CEO of Earned Assets Resource Network (EARN) and APIC, explains that “the traditional approach to fighting poverty has been all about income transfers, giving people income so they can get by on a week-to-week or month-to-month basis. But when you really study true upward mobility and what helps people leave poverty, it’s investments and assets, like housing and higher education and small business.”

But Mangan, who will be a part of two panels at the conference, is well aware that conventional antipoverty programs are weighed down with disincentives for asset accumulation. “Public policy is completely upside down on this,” he says. “For example, if you are receiving any kind of assistance through the CalWorks program, but you happen to get a good job and start saving, as soon as you pass the $2,000 level, you begin to lose benefits and you’re faced with a choice: Do you save for your kids’ education or do you stop saving so you can get food stamps to feed your children? This is clearly not a path to move people to self-sufficiency. It’s punitive and shortsighted.”

Over the past seven years, a movement known as “asset building” has emerged to counter this deeply entrenched policy. It began with individual development accounts, relates Heather McCullough, another conference speaker who heads the San Francisco nonprofit, Asset Building Strategies. “[Individual development accounts] were just one strategy, but they really catalyzed a whole new way of thinking about what can the public, private and nonprofit sectors be doing to help low-income families to build their financial security.”

Part of that process involved examining the fiscal-management strategies and saving incentives that were working for moderate and upper income families, and finding ways to make them accessible to lower income households. “It grew into a whole array of strategies,” McCullough says, such as earned income tax credits.

Concurrently, interest in parallel measures–including affordable housing and co-housing, cooperatively owned businesses and more–was also gaining strength. Now it appears that all these ideas are converging around the asset-building concept.

The basic idea builds on America’s rich history of national antipoverty measures that have been demonstrably effective, adds Lempke, citing the GI Bill, Medicare, and the indexing of Social Security.

Asset building is developing a mounting interest among policy makers in many states. Mangan cites Virginia and Ohio as two good-sized states that have already eliminated the asset limits from their public-assistance programs. “And what they found is that there is no appreciable change in the number of people who stayed on public benefits just because they now had the opportunity to save.” Illinois is now posed to take a similar step, he says, adding, “California happens to be in a great position, because EARN has led a statewide initiative of people to begin championing the idea that you need to help low-wage workers build assets and build wealth to get ahead.”

Local success stories, as well as breakout sessions and a panel discussion, will give the concept a high profile at the Poverty Conference, which is subtitled, “Community Solutions: Building Blocks, Not Road Blocks.”

“In a way it sounds simplistic,” reflects Lempke, “but it’s really a big philosophic shift.” And Mangan, asked what he wants attendees to take away from the conference, sums it up with a single short word: “Hope.”

The third annual panel Dialogue on Poverty is slated for Wednesday, Oct. 11, from 8:30am to 4pm. Glaser Center, 547 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. $79. 707.544.6911. www.capsonoma.org.


Ego Rippin’

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October 4-10, 2006

Hip-hop’s consciousness registered an earthquake-sized tremor recently when Rakim and A Tribe Called Quest, two New York hip-hop legends whose careers began in the 1980s and who have both notoriously refrained from touring for the past six years, surfaced in two consecutive Bay Area performances.

The sold-out crowds had every reason to indulge in a workout of leaping, shouting and drooling proportions, since both Rakim and A Tribe Called Quest are responsible for creating some of the most revered hip-hop albums in the world. Despite their royal status, both veteran artists kept surprisingly distant from the usual browbeating and chest-thumping that permeates most live hip-hop shows. If this is any barometer, then part of the trick to hip-hop’s elusive longevity appears to go thankfully hand in hand with the shedding of its most disposable accessory: the overinflated ego.

Time and again, hip-hop fans have patiently witnessed the tiresome practice of young, upstart rappers acting like gods onstage. They make the audience wait for hours in an excruciating power play of hype and suspense, and then demand noise before they’ll appear. They force the crowd to repeatedly recite their name, they lip-synch while making the crowd sing along to prerecorded tracks and they blare tasteless commercials for their own CDs over the PA system in between songs.

This is all fairly normal manipulative activity for performing hip-hop artists, and sometimes, if executed correctly with certain key elements in place, it can strangely succeed in enhancing the concert-going experience. Treating the crowd like a herd of disciples is meant to instantly elevate the rapper to a Christ-like status, and it can be exciting for a while; but it’s also not uncommon for the crowd to order a similarly timely crucifixion.

Perhaps A Tribe Called Quest is old enough to know better, or perhaps they know that their crowd–also slightly older these days–wouldn’t fall for that anyway. When performers treat their audience like a comfy group of old friends, they’re likely to receive heartfelt adulation in return, and for a group whose fans have been listening to their records for years, what is A Tribe Called Quest if not, essentially, a bunch of old friends?

At an early September gig at the Berkeley Community Theater, the group warmth was set with the opener of “Buggin’ Out” and lasted throughout the night, from a surprise a cappella version of “Sucka Nigga” to the group beatbox of “Find a Way.” As spectators from all walks of life recited every single line of a greatest-hits set, the group–draped in bow ties instead of gold chains–addressed the crowd on the importance of unity rather than the importance of themselves, closing the night by asking for a chant of peace. When the lights came up, the atmosphere in the lobby was a collective spine-tingle, like the afterglow of a group baptism.

Joined the next night by a few old friends of his own, Rakim confidently paced back and forth in front of a capacity crowd at Slim’s in San Francisco, delivering his nonstop rhymes with a champion boxer’s deadpan and a white T-shirt draped over his head. The night’s accolades were few but sincere. DJ Kid Capri echoed the shared experience of stumbling into the world of Rakim. (When cueing up 1986’s “My Melody,” he recalled, “The first time I heard this joint, I was in my bedroom–and I lost my mind!”) Opening act Ras Kaas declared it a “privilege and an honor to be on the stage with this man tonight,” which is what anyone would likely say about the Jesse Owens of hip-hop. Rakim, for his part, mostly stuck to thanking the crowd for showing up.

“Y’all been good to me for over 20 years,” he said between songs, “and I wanna say thank you for all y’all’s support.”

At age 38, the self-styled supreme “Allah,” shed his facade and expressed humble gratitude. He then launched into “I Ain’t No Joke,” recorded in 1986 and aimed at those suckers who deny his prowess, and the crowd, many of whom weren’t yet born in 1986, responded in kind. They went nuts.


Secrets and Lies

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Standing guard: Ryan Schmidt and Denise Elia costar in ‘Lobby Hero.’

By David Templeton

Sonoma County Repertory Theatre and Actors Theater both opened new shows last weekend, each of which serves as a complex study of the flexible nature of truth and untruth. Doug Wright’s I Am My Own Wife, at the Rep, is the about an American playwright who attempts to tell the true story of East German transvestite Charlotte Von Mahlsdorf, a tale that unfolds over the course of the Nazi regime and the brutal communist dictatorship that followed. Actor Stephen abbott takes on 35 distinct characters, including those of author Wright and Von Mahlsdorf.

Lobby Hero, by Kenneth Lonergan, is a tough-as-nails, noirish, profanity-laced comedy about a laid-back security guard stuck between a lobby desk and a hard place, featuring a quartet of characters trading threats and promises and more on a consecutive series of deceptively uneventful night shifts. In both shows, lies are the vital currency traded back and forth, and the Search for Truth–one of humankind’s loftiest goals–ends up seeming like a waste of time. In certain circumstances, lies can be every bit as moral as facts, and the truth can be as lethal a weapon as fabrication.

In Wife, the American playwright meets Von Mahlsdorf shortly after the fall of the Berlin Wall and sees him as a symbol of gay pride, a homosexual who not only survived two of the worst antigay regimes in history, but managed to operate gay brothels and harbor gay artists and wear dresses in public.

Von Mahlsdorf consents to being interviewed, telling a stream of impressively heroic and heartbreaking stories, from his boyhood living with a violent father whom he claims to have murdered, to the close call when he was nearly shot on the street by Nazi soldiers for wearing woman’s clothing. But when the playwright uncovers evidence that Von Mahlsdorf may have acted as an informant for the communists, turning in other gay Germans, he begins to doubt everything he believed and admired about the gutsy transvestite.

On Broadway, Jefferson Mays’ Tony-winning turn in Wife made him an international star, and now that the play has been made available to regional theater companies, Mays’ must surely be an intimidating act for any actor to follow. Kudos to abbott and director Jennifer King for even attempting the show, a theatrical high-wire act of the most dangerous kind, as the entire show is carried on the shoulders of a man in a dress.

abbott, who established himself as a versatile player in 2005’s Stones in His Pockets, is less physically convincing as a woman than the real Von Mahlsdorf was reported to have been, but he does fine at capturing the character’s watchful calculation and duplicitous charm, a trick he works primarily with his voice and facial gestures. When pressed for stories and facts, Von Mahlsdorf stalls for time by sipping tea, a signal to the audience that he’s about to launch a whopper, and the way abbott performs each new tea sipping is splendidly complex.

A mystery at its core, I Am My Own Wife is staged straightforwardly, with events unfolding gradually as the tension rises and the doubts pile up. Unfortunately, on the pre-opening night dress rehearsal I attended, the tension was a bit lacking in the first act, with each scene paced similarly to the scene before it. The second act is more gripping, as Von Mahlsdorf wriggles his way out of accusations and damning documents, emerging as both an imperfect hero and a tragic victim, all rolled up into one fascinating ball.

Like Von Mahldorf’s gender, nothing in Lobby Hero is what it seems to be. Jeff (Ryan Schmidt) is a self-described “fuckup,” a jokey kind of guy with no goals, no obvious sense of social duty and with a history of messing up every time an opportunity to improve himself comes along. He works the graveyard shift in the lobby of a New York high-rise apartment building, routinely devising ways to hide his late-night naps from his boss, William (a tightly rapped Norman Gee), while avoiding confrontations with the bullying beat-cop Bill (the truly scary Dodds Delzell) and lusting after Bill’s rookie partner, Dawn (well-played by Denise Elia).

This is the kind of play where little things add up to big things. William’s brother is a suspect in a brutal crime and has asked his upstanding brother to fabricate a believable alibi. Dawn, only three months on the job and desperate to make it as a police officer, has just blinded a drunk in an act of self-defense that would look like police brutality if Bill weren’t there to vouch for her. For his part, Bill is forcing Dawn to sleep with him in exchange for supporting her story.

Then there’s good-natured Jeff, played with remarkable naturalness by Schmidt, who is accidentally privy to all of this insider info and unintentionally digs himself in deeper as he attempts to do the right thing: help catch the right bad guy, bust the bad cop and, he hopes, get the girl in the end. Entertainingly conceived and very well acted by a tight, chemistry-loaded cast, Lobby Hero is a rich, rough gem of a show.

Special mention should be given to the ingenious set by Greg Phipps. Attractively askew, the lobby sits at an angle to the audience, with large windows and the merest suggestion of a street-front wall revealing characters coming or going or engaging in heated discussion outside the building. The lobby is delightfully spot-on, all fake marble and gleaming metal, stone benches and the obligatory potted tree. There’s a working revolving door, a nicely convincing elevator (playing an assortment of cheesy Muzak, each a sly musical comment on the action of the moment). The requisite drinking fountain is a nice touch, as is the hint of a back office, dominated, whenever glimpsed, by a counter stocked with coffee-making supplies, sugar packets and wooden stir sticks.

Make sure you stay to end of the curtain call, a clever and playful ending to a first-rate production.

‘I Am My Own Wife’ plays Thursday-Saturday at 8pm through Oct. 29, and also Sunday, Oct. 29, at 2pm. Sonoma County Repertory Theater, 104 N. Main St., Sebastopol. $15-$20; Thursday, pay what you can. 707.823.0177. ‘Lobby Hero’ runs Thursday-Sunday through Oct. 21. Thursday-Saturday at 8pm; Sunday at 2pm. Sixth Street Playhouse, 52 W. Sixth St., Santa Rosa. $17-$25. 707.523.4185.



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Ask Sydney

October 4-10, 2006

Dear Sydney, about five years ago, after 25 years in 12-step programs, I found the “God of My Understanding” through astrology and numerology. It surprised me how these two pop-culture theologies became the linchpin for my spiritual beliefs. Nonetheless, here I am. So the thing is, my astrological chart says I should be with someone much younger than me, but the most intriguing and comfortable (not an easy combination for me to find) person I have met in the past two years is 17 years my senior. I’m at the doorstep of middle age and have a small child. I wonder if there could ever be any hope of integrating this friendship into our mutual worlds? Am I pausing to think for any good reason, or is this a real concern?–AstroGirl

Dear AG: I have two words for you: Nancy Reagan. Remember when it came out in the papers that Nancy was telling Ronnie how to run the country based on the words of her astrologer? Recall the collective horror? Just say no; don’t let this happen to you. Let your heart be your guide, not the numbers and the stars. This is not to say that there is no place for pop-culture theologies, only that it’s best not to get too specific. If the planets say that you will find a great love, then believe it, baby. But if they say you will find a great love who is balding, has green eyes and a mustache, then take it with a grain of salt.

As for the 17-years-your-senior thing, well, you can’t really help that. It seems that younger women have been hooking up with much older men since the beginning of time. It may be bothersome in the movies (must we see yet another picture-perfect twenty-something actress paired with yet another sixty-something actor who looks like he just climbed out of a garbage chute?), but in real life, you love who you love. And finally, as for Small Child, the thing that Small Child will benefit from the most is your happiness. Small Child won’t realize you’re going out with an old guy for years, and by then, probably won’t even care. And congratulations on the 25 plus five years. Now that’s really something.

Dear Sydney, I am taking a breather in relationships (with the drawbacks and benefits both recognized), but continue to wonder: Are there some of us who simply are less prone to having a partner? I have been without a partner longer than I’ve been with one, and I do get weary of the emphasis on being with somebody, as if I am somehow not fully whole, or, conversely, as if those who have partners actually are. Clearly, none of us is so well put together. I think, though, that the pull of companionship is also profound, and I miss that even as I wonder if some of us may be better suited to living on our own.–Hanging with My Cats

Dear Hanging: There are drawbacks to being in a relationship, and there are drawbacks to being single. You seem to know this already, so I won’t bother making a list for you here. Are some people more prone to falling into and maintaining relationships than others? Absolutely. Why else do some people spend most of their lives single while others experienced solitude for about a month or two back when they were 14? Call it luck, call it personality, call it insecurity, fear of being alone, fate–there is no single answer. To try and explain the nature of love in one paragraph would be like trying to break down the human psyche in 10 words or less. It can’t be done.

It seems you know this already but are resenting the fact that society makes you feel as if by being single you have somehow failed. So the question is not so much should you or should you not be single, but why must you feel like a failure because you are? My answer: don’t. Relationships are an upward swim against the currents of compromise. Revel in your freedom! Find solace in your solitude, your cats, your friends, your ability to follow your own whims without question. There is no rule that says you have to be in a relationship to be complete or to be happy. People in committed relationships are often more depressed, miserable and alone than people who are single. If only happiness could be found so easily, then life would be a real cake-walk. But it’s not. Love does not provide eternal happiness.

You need to give some deep thought to what it is you really want right now. If you are content being alone, then enjoy it. After all, people don’t just judge you for being single, they will also judge your partner choice! On the other hand, if your deep thought reveals to you that you are actually longing for love, then open yourself up to the possibility. Maybe even pursue it a little. After all, the chances of falling in love are awfully small if you only hang out in your own living room. But whatever you do, try to remain flexible. Just because you want love, doesn’t mean that it will arrive. And just because you want to be single, doesn’t mean that love won’t fall from the sky, knock you on your ass and give you a concussion. Just remember, whatever you want, the only way to get it is to try.

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


Fabric of Lies

October 4-10, 2006

With fall creeping in and winter just around the corner, it’s time for my favorite seasonal wardrobe: the comfy sweater, the long-sleeved knit-top and the button-up coat. Boots are back on the display tables and fashions for work are looking long and elegant.

But wait. There’s a slight problem. For too long now there’s been a disturbing trend round and about the mall. I call it “attack of the thin clothes.” “Thin” here does not refer to the clothes worn when one has been subjected to the horrors of the South Beach diet; rather, it refers to the actual fabric used to construct the clothes themselves.

Remember the “wear 13 tank tops at once to prevent flashing your mother” look of this past summer? Or that double-T-shirt look that Express (571 Santa Rosa Plaza, Santa Rosa, 707.523.0483; the Village at Corte Madera, 1520 Redwood Hwy., Corte Madera, 415.924.1499) insisted was so hot? How about the white “J-Lo skirt that shows my panties” look?

Clothes it seems, especially those popular among young women, have come down with a severe attack of threadbare chic. The rise of such popular retailers as Citiwear and Forever 21 where every scrap of clothing seems to have been stitched together with the shapeless despair typical of an enslaved worker in a Third World country, have only cemented this unfortunate trend.

Times were, a shirt actually concealed a bra. Yet in stores from Macy’s (1000 Northgate Mall, San Rafael, 415.499.5200; 800 Santa Rosa Plaza, Santa Rosa, 707.523.3333; 555 Coddingtown Mall, Santa Rosa, 707.579.3333; the Village at Corte Madera, 1400 Redwood Hwy., Corte Madera, 415.927.3333) to Abercrombie & Fitch (2024-A Santa Rosa Plaza, Santa Rosa; 707.575.5310), see-through fabrics continue to sell for ridiculous amounts of money.

This has not changed as winter approaches. Indeed, the last Abercrombie shirt I bought, naively thinking it might somehow protect me from wintry gusts, has, in the seven times I’ve worn it, come apart like a pair of stockings attacked by a cat. As I can clearly see every detail of my hand through this “superfine” fabric, I wonder at my surprise.

What is up with this? Just what exactly are we clothing ourselves in, anyway? A foray into the deeper mystery of thin clothing reveals its own language and culture. As Ned Flanders might say, “What in the hi-diddley heck is ‘modal’?” (And since when has the term “nylon” meant “cloth to be worn as a charming-if-threadbare frock?”) Mysteries abound.

As for actually wearing the clothes, well . . . Thin clothes can’t be worn to work. Thin clothes reveal bra color, make, model and texture; you can usually read the washing directions clearly through the gauze. Belly rings, cleavage and whale tails float horribly under the scrim. In addition to the expected transparency, thin clothes purchased from Abercrombie & Fitch are guaranteed to be indecently low-cut. This makes thin clothes an ally when you’re trying to score but turns you into a pariah when you’re trying to 10-key your way to another paycheck.

Of course, enough consumers flock to the looks advertised on retail mannequins that clothing companies have no reason to repent their bad decisions. Long, shapeless swathes of gym-short material continue to haunt the racks at Express, masquerading as sundresses. Anthropologie‘s (the Village at Corte Madera, 1848 Redwood Hwy., Corte Madera; 415.924.4197) shirt dresses and shirt skirts–the later looking, indeed, as if you buttoned the neck of one of your mother’s 30-year-old blouses around your waist and called it a day–smack strongly of dumpster chic. Looking like a homeless person or Sienna Miller is synonymous with those who shop thin. The comeback of stripes and ’80s day-glow often hideously combined on the same smock has helped nothing.

So what are we paying for this stuff? Anthropologie boasts a “Hide and Seek” sweater for $158 whose total thread count weighs less than that pile of cash. On the website, it clearly displays the flesh of the mannequin through its gaping latticework weave–but, hey, 158 bucks is nothing in the pursuit of chic. Abercrombie & Fitch, of course, has a slew of “super soft” sweaters for $49.50 each, where the word “soft” should be taken to mean “wouldn’t clothe a Barbie.”

My favorite, however, is J. Crew (the Village at Corte Madera, 1524 Redwood Hwy., Corte Madera; 415.927.2005), home of a million “tissue tees” (two for $35!), “featherweight sweaters” ($68) and bra-baring Henleys ($29.50). As research for this article, I tried on a few of these shirts at my local J. Crew. The catalogue, I’ll be the first to admit, is the epitome of casual elegance. The clothes look warm, soft and not at all see-through. They also look decently tailored.

Slipping a small tissue tee over my head, I was rewarded not only with a garish glimpse of my own anatomy, but a swath of fabric akin to a pup tent. Where was the casual relaxation and warmth promised by the ads? Hell, where was the shirt? I have a sneaking suspicion that if I were to weigh the mass of that tissue tee with the mass of a standard dish towel, the dish towel would come out swinging.

What, then, should the young and hip do to combat this mockery of what Abercrombie calls “casual luxury”? Well, some retailers are better than others. Express, while guilty of transparent summer tees, also has a collection of opaque camisoles and button-up business-casual shirts, and has just released a collection of T-shirts ($16.50 each) and light-weight cardigans whose darker colors–gray, black, brown and magenta (no one is perfect)–will not leave you dangling in the wind. Going for darker colors is always a safe bet, and being a tad maudlin-looking can be tolerated as temperatures drop.

The Limited (www.limitedbrands.com)–which I like to think of as being Express for non-nudists–is a decent purveyor of quality clothing with better business-casual than Express and is currently sporting a relief-inducing collection of sweater shirts and long-sleeved knit tops in the $25-$35 price range. Its white knit tops are still a bit iffy but can be combated by purchasing a flesh-tone bra which will not be visible beneath the shirt.

Anthropologie, unfortunately, is right out. I have owned two items from them in my time and given a significantly higher number as gifts. Every last one was see-through and hardly worthy of a three-figure price. For serious winter wear, you may be forced to shop at Macy’s. Their INC section can get expensive, but it is full of durable cold combatants. Just be careful of the adjoining impulse department and the juniors section, where hundred-dollar prices for transparent shirt dresses and itty-bitty shrugs abound.

And if you must visit A&F in support of your local child molester, invest (somewhere else) in a camisole to be worn under the T-shirts and “super soft” cardigans. A camisole in winter, you say?

Yup. In the land of see-through designer duds, camisoles just might be our last hope for non-naked commerce.


Morsels

October 4-10, 2006

Black angus beef. Fresh organic milk. Creamy goat cheeses. Ripe wine grapes. Year-round oysters. German butterball potatoes. Sweet onions and strawberries. Jerusalem artichokes, heirloom tomatoes, grass-fed beef and lamb. Free-range chickens and eggs. Purple eggplants, golden peppers, succulent melons, artisanal olive oil. Those are just some of the local farm products mentioned in the newly released Marin Farm Families: Stories and Recipes published by the Marin Agricultural Land Trust (MALT).

Thanks to its dedicated practitioners, agriculture is thriving in Marin County. This book highlights 22 businesses, farms and ranches where folks move to the rhythm of the seasons and depend on the bounty of Mother Nature to produce their flavorful and succulent merchandise. Each detailed profile is accompanied by one or more recipes.

Officially listed as a “supporting document” for Marin’s Countywide Plan 2006, this gorgeous large-format paperback is about as unbureaucratic a publication as anyone can imagine. With text by Barbara Marino, photographs by Ken Smith, and design and illustration by Susan Bercu, Marin Farm Families presents a visual and written paean to lives lived on the land and the results of their labors, while also providing ways to blend that bounty in one’s own exurban kitchen.

Produced by MALT in collaboration with the Marin County Community Development Agency, the book sells for $12 in stores and farmers markets throughout the Bay Area. The Land Trust joins the Center for Urban Education About Sustainable Agriculture (CUESA) to host a book-signing party on Saturday, Oct. 7, at 11am at San Francisco’s Ferry Building (North Arcade, CUESA’s Dacor teaching kitchen; free).

Four of the people featured in the book will be on hand to share their farming stories and sign copies of the publication: Janet Brown of Allstar Organics, David Evans of Marin Sun Farms, David Little of Little Organic Farm and Jill Giacomini Besch of Point Reyes Farmstead Cheese Company. Elizabeth Ptak, who edited the publication and is also associate director of MALT, will introduce the book and the farmers. For more details, go to www.malt.org or call 415.663.1158, ext. 2.

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.

Wine Tasting Room of the Week

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There are endless permutations of ye olde “friends don’t let friends [insert your clever verbiage here]” trope, but what friends should certainly never do is let their pals drink shitty wine. To wit, whenever someone suggests a wine to me, I patiently explain that our friendship hangs in the balance should I find their palate wanting. So it was with some trepidation that I visited Healdsburg’s Wilson Winery.

Wilson, of course, is the name of a volleyball manufacturer, whose popularity spiked when one of its balls cameoed as Tom Hanks’ desert isle pal in Cast Away. That a replica of this placid prop was grinning from a corner of the tasting room momentarily caused me to want to flee and forever bid my friends adieu.

The notion was permanently washed away, however, upon tasting the 2001 Sydney’s Vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon ($28), the snake-oil pitch for which could be “an elixir that buttresses the soul, raises the spirit and gives you moxie.” I believed every sip. Its earthy aroma recalled the rich scent of baker’s chocolate. Remember when you were a kid and discovered this lost treasure in the pantry only to bite into a brick of bitter? This wine completely makes up for it–put some in your inner child’s ba-ba.

If paired with a grapefruit, the 2004 Blushing Flamingo Merlot rosé ($16) would make the perfect Breakfast of Champions lite. A fine rosé with exotic guava and melon notes to spare, it’s a fine way to start the day, particularly when friends don’t let friends dry out. This bird is merely a curtain opener, however, for the 2004 Tori’s Vineyard Zinfandel ($26), which makes such an honest stab at divinity that the blood of Christ looks like Kool-Aid in comparison. This deep, creamy flush of blackberries, freshly roasted coffee and pepper is a French kiss direct from God. Only 336 cases were produced–shall we go in on some together? And do you have a truck? After all, friends don’t let friends drink alone.

Wilson Winery, 1960 Dry Creek Road, Healdsburg. Open daily, 11am to 5pm. Tastings are $5; $10 for reserves. 707.433.4355.



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News Briefs

October 4-10, 2006

Growing dirt

The ground’s getting higher north of Port Sonoma off Highway 37, prompting legal action by the Sonoma Land Trust. The port currently dumps dredged mud onto its 528-acre Lower Ranch. Sonoma Land Trust recently filed a lawsuit claiming this violates the property’s agricultural-only easement. Port officials say they have a 10-year permit from the Army Corps of Engineers to dredge 80,000 cubic yards annually. They claim the practice is safe, legal and agriculturally sound because it creates conditions for growing higher-grade hay and safflower. The lawsuit counters that dumping a predicted 5.4 million cubic feet of dredged material will raise the land five feet, and that the salty mud will degrade the soil quality, cause flooding and make the ranch unusable for farming. Sonoma Land Trust bought the property in 1986 to prevent development other than agriculture, then sold it in 1989 with a conservation easement requiring permanent and exclusive agricultural use. The property was subsequently bought by previous owners of Port Sonoma. A dredged-material disposal facility is not farming, says Ralph Benson, executive director of the Sonoma Land Trust. “Everything we have indicates that it’s just not an agricultural use, particularly when you look at it in light of [Port Sonoma’s] announced plans for a ferry terminal and transportation hub there.”

Prepping for flights

After a five-year lapse, commercial air flights may return to the Charles M. Schulz Sonoma County Airport in Santa Rosa next year, thanks to congressional assistance. Horizon Air plans to offer daily flights to Los Angeles and Seattle. The U.S. Department of Homeland Security refused to provide the county-owned regional airport with screening personnel due to budget woes and a limit on the number of screeners nationwide. Screeners inspect baggage and search passengers preparing to board the aircraft. Airport officials appealed to Sonoma County’s national representatives. A homeland security appropriations bill approved Friday mandates screeners at three California airports, including the Schulz.

More West Nile

A 52-year-old Calistoga man’s flu-like symptoms turned out to be West Nile virus, making him the first Napa County human to catch the mosquito-borne disease. In Marin, a 17-year-old Novato girl was diagnosed Sept. 10, and in Sonoma County, a 58-year-old Petaluma man had West Nile last fall. All three recovered. Statewide, 237 people contracted the disease this year, compared to 742 last year. Few have serious symptoms, but three people have died. Officials say there is still a serious problem with this illness, which is transmitted from birds to equines and humans via mosquito bites. Residents are urged to dump, drain or otherwise dispose of any standing water where mosquitoes could lay their eggs.


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News Briefs

October 4-10, 2006 Growing dirt The ground's getting higher north of Port Sonoma off Highway 37, prompting legal action by the Sonoma Land Trust. The port currently dumps dredged mud onto its 528-acre Lower Ranch. Sonoma Land Trust recently filed a lawsuit claiming this violates the property's agricultural-only easement. Port officials say they have a 10-year permit from the Army...
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