Labor of Love

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Photograph by Nina Zhito
Franchise and disenfranchised: Karen Carrera ensures that the large corporations don’t get away with railroading their employees.

By Patricia Lynn Henley

Go get ’em. That’s the attitude Karen C. Carrera developed as a deputy city attorney in San Francisco dealing with recalcitrant landlords. The approach has carried over to her current North Bay practice as a civil attorney filing class action suits primarily on behalf of low-income women who have been overworked, underpaid and otherwise treated unfairly. “I have a lot of experience saying ‘bad company, bad slumlord, bad employer–comply with the law,'” Carrera says with a laugh.

She’s a partner with the San Francisco-based firm Talamantes/Villegas/Carrera, but most days she works out of a one-room satellite office in Tiburon. The decorations are minimal: her diplomas, photos of her five- and seven-year-old sons, a calendar displaying artwork by Frieda Kahlo and a period Italian poster depicting a dark-haired woman putting on pants above the word “Femminismo.”

Clad simply in shorts and sleeveless top on a recent hot August morning with the babysitter missing for the day and no clients scheduled, Carrera keeps an eye on her boys while working at her desk. She quickly explains that she’s not often this casual; she always wears proper “attorney suits” to court, and slacks and blouses or a dress to meet with clients, to show respect and to indicate that as a lawyer she’s taking their case seriously and working hard for them.

Founded by her husband, Mark Talamantes, and attorney Virginia Villegas, the firm of Talamantes/Villegas/Carrera is devoted to wage-and-hour class action suits, unfair competition litigation and housing-code enforcement. Carrera focuses primarily on assisting employees whose companies appear to have policies of paying less than is legally required for overtime or other hours worked, as well as requiring employees to work through their meal and other breaks.

“Someone’s got to stand up and represent the workers,” Carrera explains. “Someone also has to stand up and confront the employers and say, ‘You’re violating the laws. And not only are you violating the laws, but you’re making a profit on the backs of the poorest segment of our society.'”

Refusing to provide legally mandated rest and meal breaks is a health-and-safety issue, Carrera says. It also gives employers an unfair advantage in competing against companies who have higher costs because they do comply with the labor laws.

Her recent cases target a number of companies, including a string of Subway sandwich shops in Santa Rosa, San Rafael, Novato and Martinez. She’s reached a settlement in a suit against seven McDonald’s in Marin County, and has another pending against a Sonoma County McDonald’s franchisee. She’s also pursuing legal claims against a Travelodge in Mill Valley, a North Bay Jack in the Box and a Bay Area-based Mexican-foods company that declared its salaried delivery drivers to be independent contractors even though the drivers are required to submit time sheets–just like employees–for the long hours they work.

Most of these cases came into her office through a legal aid society or other nonprofit groups.

“We try to co-counsel with nonprofit organizations because our cases are impact litigation-type cases,” Carrera explains. “One of the criteria in choosing a case is, will this case have an impact on the Latino community, will it empower the workers, will it change the law or will it change the employers and make them change their practices?”

That’s what gets her legal juices flowing.

“You can change a company’s practices and make a difference in workers’ lives. If we win the case, they get their money back. We disgorge the profits of the company; we make them give the workers back their overtime.”

Almost all of her clients are poor immigrants, who speak little to no English and are timid about fighting for their legal rights. Carrera can relate. Natives of Peru, she and her mother came to the United States when Carrera was seven years old.

“I don’t think we were as poor as a lot of immigrants who come to this country, because we were sort of middle class in Peru,” Carrera recalls. “My mom went to high school and was a secretary. So she was a little more educated and experienced than other immigrants.”

It was always clear that Carrera was expected to be one of the first in her family to go on to college. She earned a bachelor’s degree cum laude from Loyola Marymount University in Los Angeles, then went to work at the ACLU of Southern California as an intake counselor. Inspired by a female ACLU lawyer, Carrera went on to to graduate from the University of California’s Hastings College of the Law.

For two years she worked at La Raza Central, a nonprofit group providing free legal assistance to Latinos. Then she spent seven years with the San Francisco City Attorney’s Office, enforcing housing codes. In 2003, Carrera joined her husband and Villegas in their labor-related private practice.

“It was sort of a progression,” Carrera says. “I don’t think I ever felt the need or the desire to go to work for a traditional law firm. I don’t think I would ever feel passionate about that kind of work, unless it was a law firm doing the same type of work that we’re doing now.”

Carrera brings a lot of experience and commitment to the firm, Villegas says. Carrera is definitely an aggressive litigator, Villegas notes, but outside the courtroom Carrera’s bright and caring. “She’s definitely committed to working with our client base, who are mostly low-wage workers.”

With only four attorneys, the firm is small but its focus is large, says associate Jennifer Reisch. “We take on big issues. We’re not afraid to take on big employers. We’ve sort of built up enough collective knowledge as well as alliances with like-minded plaintiff attorneys that we have a capacity greater than what our letterhead would indicate.”

Reisch agrees with the general consensus that Carrera is an aggressive litigator. “I think that comes from her general spitfire personality coupled with her deep sense of litigation being a tool to create a little justice in the world. She keeps our opponents on their toes.”

And that can require a lot of energy. After the Sonoma County McDonald’s lawsuit was filed, Carrera alleges that the employer fired three of the named plaintiffs and offered several hundred dollars each to other workers if they signed waivers saying they wouldn’t sue. There is concern that the employees didn’t understand the ramifications of their signature.

“They were doing this in violation of the law,” Carrera asserts of the restaurant’s management. “There’s a section of labor code that prevents this kind of activity. The employees are basically signing away their rights.”

In the Jack in the Box case, Carrera claims the company is urging its workers to sign statements blocking the release of their wage and hour records.

“What I seem to see as a common denominator in all these cases is that the employers are digging in their heels,” Carrera says. “Rather than trying to work cooperatively and trying to look at a way they can resolve this case, admit to their wrongdoing and work to improve their practices, they’re just making it worse by bribing the employees and extending the litigation.”

In every case, Carrera’s firm asks the judge and jury to award not only what is owed to the employees but also their attorney fees for every hour worked.

“In the end, the employers are going to pay more for these cases. The lesson is, if we show you that there have been violations, come to the table and talk to us, because we’re not going to give up until we win.”


Indie Cred

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By Sara Bir

Willard’s Canteen, Matt Pamatmat’s one-man band, has released eight albums in the past two years. Depending on how you look at it, that’s more albums than the famously prolific Ryan Adams; it’s also about one album for every three of Willard’s Canteen fans. This is what happens when you labor away in obscurity–yet obscurity is the soul of Willard’s Canteen.

Knowing Matt Pamatmat is somewhat like having a free subscription to a Willard’s Canteen fan club (full disclosure: I have such a free subscription). Every few months, a new Willard’s Canteen CD will show up in the mail. “But I’m hardly through the last one!” you think, because Willard’s Canteen albums are not the easiest to squeeze into a casual listening routine; they require patience, attentiveness and a certain level of forgiveness. People coming to music for escapist fantasies will find no solace in Willard’s Canteen songs. They are too raw, too real.

The opposite of carefully crafted, studio-bred masterpieces, each recording is a snapshot of the moment it emerged, naked and gooey, from Pamatmat’s guitar onto the 4-track recorder that roams from room to room in the rural Cotati house where he lives with his wife, Amy, and young son, Jasper. Their home is both a cozy cradle of domesticity and a blooming den of creativity. Pamatmat’s embracing of spontaneity has resulted in over a hundred songs recorded at home in two years: “I have it all recorded, all four tracks, in one hour,” he says in an e-mail interview. “I don’t rehearse it to death. I almost always go with the first take, hence a Willard’s Canteen motto: ‘Alcohol-fueled first takes on ye olde 4-track.'”

Some are ambient instrumental meanderings with wobbly, flange-heavy electric guitar, while others are acoustic folk laments threaded with humor, profanity and philosophical ponderings featuring such titles as “The Whole Wide World Is Terrible” and “Jennifer Love Hewitt Litterbox.” Pamatmat even dabbles in rapping in “The Oog,” which includes a sample from the cult movie Time Bandits and the off-beat tapping of a tinny crash cymbal from a toy drum set.

But all Willard’s Canteen songs share the same sensibility, a celebration of low-budget, lo-fi and late-night solitude. “I think loneliness is part of the Willard’s Canteen sound,” Pamatmat says. “My companions are keyboards from dumpsters and Radio Shack, a free version of FL Studio for computer beats, found instruments that wash up at Goat Rock.”

Willard’s Canteen began in the mid-1990s when Pamatmat, a student at Sonoma State University, was sharing a rented house with some bodybuilders. “They’d have the blender going off every 20 minutes making power shakes. I sampled the blender at one point.” The band’s moniker derives from a detail in a scene in Apocalypse Now where Captain Willard, played by Martin Sheen, dumps out the water in his canteen and refills it with whiskey.

A live Willard’s Canteen show has a good-natured but intentionally amateurish quality that can throw an audience off, though the resulting tension makes for a riveting experience. “People don’t know how to react to what I do, say or play,” Pamatmat says. “Should they laugh? Be offended? Applaud? And I think that’s good. I can only imagine what it’s like seeing a guy play acoustic guitar to a cheesy beat and sing, ‘You’ve got a face I could / Come all over / So come on over.’ I might not know what to think either.”

Pamatmat’s other musical dabblings include a stint of several months with Cotati space-rockers the Rum Diary as the band’s projectionist (he departed amicably over creative differences) and an ambient music project, Mismatched Socks, with the Rum Diary’s keyboardist, Schuyler Feekes. Mismatched Socks is still an active band, if you can call it that; it’s more of an active intention. “Last time we got together we drank ridiculous amounts at Red’s Recovery Room and forgot to make music,” Pamatmat admits.

Some may question Pamatmat’s ceaseless drive to create and record music. What does he get out of it other than the appreciation of friends and a few scattered fans he’s never met? The gratification lies elsewhere. In its own odd way, Willard’s Canteen creates balance in an imbalanced world. “I think it’s funny,” Pamatmat reflects, “that Prairie Sun Studios is just over the hill–this first-class, big-time, awesome studio–and this madman in a termite-ridden house within walking distance is recording all these songs on a 4-track.”

Of course, that’s just as it should be.

Willard’s Canteen celebrates the release of its eighth album, ‘Dark Side of the Scrapbook,’ with two shows. Saturday, Sept. 16, Pamatmat opens for the Roadside Daisies at the Last Day Saloon, 120 Fifth St., Santa Rosa. 9pm. $5. 707.545.2343. He plays in a Petaluma attic on Saturday, Sept. 23, at 7pm. Castle Graalfenstein, 1010 B St., Petaluma. www.myspace.com/willardscanteen or www.socolive.com.




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Letters to the Editor

September 13-19, 2006

A promiscuous lover

I am writing to say thank you for your cover story ( Aug. 30). It was read out loud to everyone here in the C Pod–the recovery pod of the Marin County Jail–to about 70 inmates trying to change our lives. That story touched a lot of us. The program director here, Jose Gomez, brought that article in for us to read because he sees that Mistress Meth is very much real and alive, and she is scary.

Meth is not going anywhere. It’s we addicts who get sent up the creek without a paddle, not Mistress Meth.

Look at me, a nonviolent 38-year-old who has done six prison terms, all of them property crimes (thefts) to get more meth. Now I’m most likely going to get my seventh prison term for a stolen car. I’m doing life in prison on the installment plan, the revolving-door cycle, all because I love and hate Mistress Meth.

I’m looking at 10 years in prison this time, but I do want help and I’m begging to go to Delancy Street. They’ve accepted me, and it’s a highly structured two-year program. But because I was given treatment before and I promised the world and the courts that I was never going to use again, the judge doesn’t now want to hear my cry.

But I’m still going to ask for help, because I truly do want to change my life.

I wish that all the jails and prisons had a recovery pod like C Pod, because miracles are being made here. The best thing that the system could do for an addict is to educate him or her on the disease of addiction and then point them the way to a treatment program.

From all of us here in the pre-treatment program C Pod, we truly thank you for your article.

Kenith Nielsen, Marin County Jail

Illegals and ids: Wha’ Huh?

On behalf of myself, my mother, my grandparents and my spouse–who all immigrated to this country legally and became naturalized citizens–I was disgusted to read Peter Byrne’s most recent article (Sept. 5).

Besides the fact that his white, liberal, condescending attitude was showing throughout the article, he completely ignores the ramifications of the illegal activities that illegal aliens engage in.

Entering the country illegally is a crime. Stealing someone’s Social Security number and/or buying and using falsified documents is a crime. In fact, stealing someone else’s Social Security number can have serious repercussions for the legitimate owner of that number.

As reported on the local news, an East Bay woman recently discovered that seven illegal aliens in Texas were using her Social Security number. Sure, they paid taxes on the wages they earned, but the taxes were paid under her account number, and the result was that the IRS wanted to know why this East Bay woman hadn’t reported those wages when she filed her income tax return! She is facing fines, late fees and other penalties from the IRS if she can’t get this problem straightened out.

A man I know was initially denied his unemployment claim in Napa because someone was using his Social Security number in Los Angeles. It took him months before he could start receiving his much-needed unemployment check. If someone stole Peter Byrne’s Social Security number, he might have a different take on the subject.

Many people who come to America do so because they are desperate. Even so, most come here legally. Why should there be an exemption made for Latino illegal aliens? Why are their illegal activities looked upon with a wink and a nod? I believe that Latino illegal aliens should be held accountable like everyone else who enters here illegally and who breaks the law after they arrive.

Mari Wilson, Petaluma

Joys of shared parenting

Re (July 19): There are so many things wrong with the family court system, child support/custody it’s hard to know where to begin. But let’s start with the very idea that the government has the “right” to award custody to one parent, and have the other parent “pay” for not seeing their children.

It seems to me California, and any state that doesn’t enforce “shared” parenting, even in the cases where couples aren’t married, is not following the mandates of the Supreme Court.

Robert Getchell, Boulder, Colo


Ask Sydney

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September 13-19, 2006

Dear Sydney: My grandfather died this past week, and my brother is a money-hungry pig. We can not agree on anything. Since I am the trustee and have the ability to change the will, my brother is pressuring me to do so. I was very close to my grandfather and I want to carry out his wishes, making sure that his belongings and money go to the people that he requested, but my brother, who is very much alive, is making my life miserable over this. Any advice on how to deal with this without stepping on anyone’s toes?–Heartsick

Dear Heartsick, with the way things are going, and so soon after your grandfather’s death, I would have to say that no, there probably isn’t any chance of avoiding some toe-stepping. The only way to dance gracefully would be if everyone, living and dead, were in agreement. But based on the scanty information provided here, it seems they are not. Therefore, mind your own toes, and don’t worry so much about everyone else’s.

If your grandfather left you as trustee, there must have been a reason. Seeing as this isn’t the movies, I will assume it is because he trusted and loved you. This makes it your job to re-assess your grandfather’s wishes. Do they seem just to you? Is he leaving his fortune to the woman across the street who gardens naked? A corporation that supports globalization and or atomic warfare? Take a close look. Was grandpa crazy, and is it now your chance to right what could be a tragic wrong by depriving your very much alive brother of what he needs to survive?

Then again, maybe your grandfather’s wishes are ones that you can stand by, and your brother, as you so blithely say, truly is a “money-hungry pig.” In which case, I guess your brother might choose to spend his future Thanksgiving with someone other then you. The question is, are you prepared to live with that? If you are, then follow your heart. Then take a few days off. Go to the beach, even if it’s foggy.

Dear Sydney: My dear friend, who happens to be gay, just moved to town and is looking for a friend who could possibly turn into a great love. She’s having a difficult time meeting anyone. Any advice?–Wish I Were Gay So I Could Date Her

Dear So Not Gay, unfortunately, your friend must deal with the challenge of facing an incredibly small dating pool. In fact, let’s just call it a pond, a small pond. Even though she is living in a new area, she’s still going to find less people to date than, say, you would in a similar situation. But this does not mean she should give up in despair. She just needs to think one word, and one word only: Internet. I don’t care what those snooty people who think they will never have to advertise to get laid say. Sometimes it takes reaching out of your immediate dating pond, especially when it’s so small, and take a dive into the unknown depths of online dating.

What better way to look for exactly what she wants? I have witnessed enough success stories to believe that where there’s wireless, there’s a way. If your friend thinks this is too demeaning and or ridiculous, then suggest to her that she check the local bulletin boards for lesbian socials. Maybe after a month or two of fruitless searching, she will be willing to reconsider. Though she is probably just as likely to meet someone standing in line at the supermarket, this is a way for her to actively seek what she wants, and what could be more empowering then that?

Dear Sydney: All four of the men that I have been in romantic relationships with since moving back to California in 2002 were adopted. Is this merely a coincidence? I am afraid it may have something to do with my pattern of dating men who are unavailable. None of the four men appear to have dealt with their issues of abandonment, which I believe contributed to the eventual collapse of my relationships with them. Please send your advice.–Abandoned by the Abandoned

Dear Abandoned, In any given moment, you may be faced with a thousand different choices and, usually without thinking, you choose one after the other after the other. And for some reason, you have decided, when faced with yet another love potential, to get involved with the adopted guy. Of course, it’s just as much a “coincidence” that the last four men you dated, who just happened to be adopted, were all dealing with abandonment issues. How random is that? The question is not why are so many guys adopted and why do you keep meeting them, but what is it that you find so attractive about “unavailable” men, adopted or not. Once you figure that out, then you can make a conscious effort to no longer get intimately involved with men who meet that profile.

A word of caution, however. Don’t worry too much about analyzing the men you date. Instead, make a list of exactly what you want in a relationship. Then burn it and start from a new place, where you expect to be adored and nearly always get what you deserve. And who knows, maybe you will once again choose to be with a guy who has abandonment issues, except this time you’ll work through it together. Try not to completely rule that option out, as every relationship you have will be flawed in some way.

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


Good Vibes

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September 6-12, 2006

Call it destiny. Roy Ayers was barely out of short pants when big-band jazz giant Lionel Hampton, who played vibraphone with everyone from Louis Armstrong to Benny Goodman, reached out to Ayers and literally passed the baton.

“My parents took me to see him at a concert in Los Angeles. I was five,” Ayers recalls during a phone call from his New York City home. “He walked around the hall singing ‘Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop’–he’d go right up the aisles and back on stage. I was sitting on an end chair and as he passed by he reached out and handed me his mallets. My parents said that he’d laid special vibes on me, because about 12 years later I started to play the instrument.”

Known for bristling grooves that have made him an international jazz-funk icon, the 66-year-old Ayers is a sought-after collaborator and popular source for hip-hop artists introducing his feel-good jazz to a new generation.

His recordings have been sampled by the likes of A Tribe Called Quest, 50 Cent, Puff Daddy, Big Daddy Kane, the Notorious B.I.G., Brand Nubian and Mary J. Blige, among others. Music writer Richard S. Ginell has hailed Ayers as “one of the prophets of acid jazz.”

Ayers will perform Sept. 10 at Jazz on the River along with the latest version of the Original Superstars of Jazz Fusion, featuring Ayers; trombonist Wayne Henderson of the Jazz Crusaders; flutists Ronnie Laws, Bobbi Humphreys and Lonnie Liston Smith; guitarist Jon Lucien; and vocalist Jean Carne.

“It’s a nice show. We perform two songs each and a pair of songs together at the end,” says Ayers, who founded the collective in 1982 and led two successful tours before disbanding the group. “You never know what’s going to happen, but we’re having a great time.”

Ayers honed his craft working in the ’60s for some of the biggest names on the West Coast jazz scene, including Chico Hamilton, Gerald Wilson, Teddy Edwards and Phineas Newborn. His first album, 1963’s acclaimed West Coast Vibes, was produced by L.A. music critic Leonard Feather.

By the late ’60s, Ayers was working with jazz flutist Herbie Mann in a well-established group that played frequently at the legendary Lighthouse nightclub in Hermosa Beach, Calif. That group virtually defined jazz funk in that era. In the ’70s, Ayers’ music ranged from the spiritually inspired He’s Coming to the R&B-oriented Mystic Voyage to the 1978 disco hit “Freaky Deaky.” In all, Ayers recorded 30 albums on major labels between 1963 and 1987.

His 1991 comeback album Searchin’, on Ronnie Scott’s U.K.-based Jazz House label, marks a return to the jazz-funk grooves that brought him fame in the ’60s. It also brought him to the attention of a new generation of artists experimenting with the then-emerging fusion of jazz and hip-hop that later would become known as acid jazz.

In 1993, former Gang Starr rapper Guru collaborated with Ayers on the seminal acid-jazz album Jazzmatazz. The resulting track, “Take a Look (At Yourself),” found Ayers in the studio and laying down a sublime atmospheric sound. Two years later, Ayers joined the Roots on “Proceed,” on the HIV/AIDS benefit album Stolen Moments: Red Hot + Cool.

He doesn’t contain the satisfaction he feels finding renewed interest in his music. “Hip-hop and rap has overpowered the jazz and R&B genres, and a lot of those older artists can’t get work anymore,” says Ayers, whose next recording is being produced by Easy Mo Bee, who supervised Miles Davis’ 1992 acid-jazz album Doo-Bop.

“I’ve been lucky that people have been sampling my music, because it’s been very lucrative for me. They liked that analogue sound that I had back then because it has a certain authenticity that electronic samples lack. And it’s created a whole new audience, a whole new group of people who are just discovering what the Superstars of Jazz Fusion are all about.”

Jazz on the River takes place Saturday-Sunday, Sept. 9-10, from 11am to 6pm. Saturday features KEM, the Bobby Hutcherson Quartet, Eddie Marshall’s Holy Mischief Ensemble, the Al Williams Jazz Society and Nina Sheldon. The Sunday lineup is Etta James and the Roots Band, the Clarke/Duke Project with Stanley Clarke and George Duke, the Original Superstars of Jazz Fusion and Clair Dee. Bob Dorough performs both days on the Wine Garden Stage. Johnson’s Beach, Guerneville. $47.50-$190. 925.866.9599.


Minor Threat

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September 6-12, 2006

Jonathan Morris wants to make something clear. “At no time did we ever say that Jon Stewart is poisoning democracy,” says the political-science professor, though you wouldn’t have known it from this summer’s ample media coverage of “‘The Daily Show’ Effect,” an article Morris wrote with his East Carolina University colleague Jody Baumgartner. Not long after the piece appeared in the journal American Politics Research, a Washington Post headline asked, “Jon Stewart, Enemy of Democracy?”

As it turns out, a close reading of “‘The Daily Show’ Effect” reveals it to be decidedly less outrageous than the eye-grabbing rhetorical questions it inspired. Baumgartner and Morris’ study found that, during the 2004 presidential election campaign, college-age participants were more likely to have negative perceptions about both parties’ candidates after exposure to Stewart’s satirical news broadcast. And while watching The Daily Show enhanced the subjects’ confidence about their political knowledge, it also increased their cynicism toward politics and news media in general.

Of course, disaffected youth have been around as long as teenagers have, and since Baumgartner and Morris focused on subjects who ordinarily don’t watch the program, it’s unclear how the Daily Show effect manifests itself in actual (largely left-leaning) fans of The Daily Show, whom your correspondent canvassed outside the show’s studios in New York City’s Hell’s Kitchen one summer afternoon.

“Jon Stewart preaches to the choir, not that there’s anything wrong with that,” says 20-year-old Mark, a college sophomore from Madison, who was waiting to attend a Daily Show taping. “It’s like therapy,” says Mark’s viewing companion Sandy, 19. “The world is crazy, and Jon Stewart is like your therapist, helping you get through it.”

The anchor-as-shrink analogy recalls Philip Rieff’s 1965 book The Triumph of the Therapeutic, in which he defined the “psychological man” as one who shuns the messy realities of the public arena and turns inward to address his own interests and emotions. We might postulate that the psychological Stewart fan disengages from politics not out of selfishness or ignorance but out of a sense of helplessness, the kind of hysterical-in-all-senses incredulity that produces some of The Daily Show‘s giddiest contact highs.

Jean Twenge’s recent Generation Me is just the latest book to lament the decline of interest in politics, activism and voting among young people. “They don’t see public service as a noble undertaking at all anymore,” says Twenge, an associate professor of psychology at San Diego State University. In this context of alienation, she says, “the problem isn’t necessarily criticism or satire of particular political figures, but the overall attitude that it’s all pointless.”

It may be more instructive to see The Daily Show not as an agent of disaffection so much as a symptom of a larger psychological trend. In Generation Me, Twenge cites 40 years of data from a popular psychological scale that measures “internal” vs. “external” personalities. “Internals” feel that they are in control of what happens to them, and have confidence that ordinary citizens can make a difference in political and social affairs. “Externals,” however, believe that their lives are largely controlled by outside forces, luck and fate, and that citizens have little or no chance of influencing a world run by a very few powerful people–an attitude The Daily Show crystallized back in 2004 with its proposed theme for the Republican National Convention: “Fuck You, What Are You Going to Do About It?”

According to a study by Twenge and her colleagues, external-control beliefs among college students increased by about 50 percent between the 1960s and the 2000s. By the researchers’ yardstick, the average college student in the early 2000s is more “external”–that is to say, more cynical–than 80 percent of her early-’60s forebears. The long-term effects of rising externality are clear and grim. “The impression is that there’s nothing I can do and it’s all going to hell, and you can see that in kids as young as nine,” says Twenge. “Everything that externality correlates with is horrible: bad academic performance, depression, anxiety, alienation,” she continues. “And yet the argument makes sense; of course we can’t all change the world. Certainly, for young people who are left of center, this last presidential election was a lesson in cynicism.”

Since Twenge’s Generation Me is akin to a big-tent Generation X, perhaps that epoch-defining aphorism from Slacker still applies: “Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy.”


The Price of Health

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September 6-12, 2006

At her last dental appointment, my seven-year-old daughter had such a huge cavity, the dentist uttered those two most ominous words, “root” and “canal.” Think of a mother’s agony! After providing all those snacks of carrots and celery, being such a candy cop, pushing that multivitamin with fluoride, whipping my daughter with floss, this is the thanks I get! But maybe the culprits aren’t sugary treats and lax hygiene. Maybe–and I realize this doesn’t necessarily let me off the hook–there’s something integral to the modern diet that lends itself to bad dental health in general, as well as other more serious medical problems.

That’s exactly what Weston A. Price thought. Born in 1870, Price, a Cleveland dentist, traveled the world studying the diets of isolated people unexposed to the modernized diets of refined grains, pasteurized milk, white sugar and other processed foods. There in the sequestered communities of Melanesia, the Swiss Alps, Peru, the Hebrides and Alaska, he spread people’s lips wide for a series of photographs revealing teeth almost universally straight, uncrowded and cavity-free, although the hygiene sometimes left something to be desired. More importantly, he found that occurrences of cancer, tuberculosis, heart disease and physical deformities were practically unheard of.

What the diets of these diverse cultures had in common, Price discovered, was a reliance on foods with high water-soluble and fat-soluble nutrients such as dairy (from cows, goats, camels, musk ox), organ meats, fish and eggs, and an absence of processed, refined or denatured food. Though one would be hard-pressed these days to find anyone championing processed foods, Price’s model certainly flips the food pyramid on its point.

Fats and oils are usually treated as incarnations of evil, and yet this diet touts lard, butter, coconut oil, tallow and that old cure-all, cod liver oil–all of which the foundation claims is good for the heart and help to prevent a whole host of other diseases. Red meat and eggs? Whole milk? For many people, being reunited with such beloved foods is a dream come true. It’s no wonder Weston Price, who died in 1948, retains so many followers.

Almost half a century after his death, the Weston A. Price Foundation was created in 1999, and now, led by Sally Fallon, has thousands of members in 390 local chapters in 29 countries around the globe. Although many of the foundation’s tenets and goals are familiar territory–organic and biodynamic farming, pasture-feeding of livestock, community-supported farms, truth in labeling–some are more controversial, including a soy alert campaign that exposes what the foundation believes is the toxicity of soy and calls for a ban on soy formula for infants. The foundation also has an active campaign for “real” milk to ensure universal access to clean, certified raw milk.

It can be hard to know which side to believe. Depending on whom you ask, drinking raw milk is either playing Russian roulette with scary pathogens or enjoying milk as it’s supposed to be consumed–full of vitamins, proteins, useful bacteria and crucial enzymes that would be destroyed by the high heats used in the pasteurization process. The Weston A. Price Foundation contends that raw milk strengthens the immune system, builds stronger bones and teeth, and protects against psoriasis, asthma and many other allergies. Reports of illnesses from raw milk consumption, they say, are trumped up or overstated.

While the debate rages, sale of raw milk for human consumption is legal in 28 of the 50 states, including California. (You can purchase raw milk from Claravale Farm or Organic Pastures at Community Market in Santa Rosa, but it ain’t cheap. A half gallon of raw whole milk runs more than seven bucks!) People in states where it’s illegal to buy raw milk have gotten around legislation by purchasing milk for “animal” consumption or embarking on cow share programs, where several families pay for the upkeep of their own cow in exchange for her milk. Still others take a do-it-yourself approach, tending their own animals.

I called on one such pioneering individual to learn more. A chapter member of the Weston Price Foundation, western Sonoma County resident Jackie Screechfield came to the group through a nexus of events. She met Occidental chapter leader Marcel Rodin soon after she’d suffered a miscarriage and had almost bled to death. “I realized I needed more iron, more blood,” she says. Until then, she’d been primarily vegetarian, living on a hill above the village of Occidental in a yurt she’d constructed herself. “A lot of what Weston Price said made sense to me. It was what I was doing anyway–living on the land, growing my own food.”

Screechfield no longer lives in the yurt; she’d found there was such a thing as living a little too close to nature. The house she lives in now has evolved from an enclosed kitchen into an assemblage of rooms, built from salvage and added one by one. The land she lives on does not belong to her but to her landlord, who, upon hearing of her vision, offered a corner of his land on which she could build. Her lifestyle by most American standards is austere–she works part-time as a handywoman and massage therapist, getting by with frugality and barter–but it’s also rich in variety and the joys derived from simplicity and self-sufficiency.

In addition to foraging nearby for miner’s lettuce, mushrooms, elderberry, shellfish and seaweed, and growing a magnificent garden full of greens, vegetables and fruits, she rears chickens, sheep, rabbits and goats. It’s plenty for her and her six-year-old daughter, Mary, both of whom seem to glow with robust health. In most things, Screechfield accepts what comes her way. She’s not averse to collecting a deer downed by a car when friends alert her to the fresh road kill. Nor is she squeamish about the death involved. She even packs a .22 to slaughter her own animals. “I prefer to do it myself then to see the awful irradiated meat at Safeway,” she says. “It keeps me humble and shows respect for the animal.”

Recently, one of Screechfield’s adopted dogs attacked her mother goat, the family’s sole source of milk. The dog had shredded the mama goat’s udder and hindquarters, and left her for dead. As great as the loss was, Jackie met it with a philosophical forbearance. She fed the damaged meat to the rest of her dogs, prepared the good meat for eating, cured the mama goat’s hide and took stock of her new circumstances. She explains that although it would be several months before mama’s doeling would be old enough to produce milk, maybe another goat would come her way, the tides and seasons of fortune being what they are.

Although she embraces the tenets of the foundation, Screechfield doesn’t preach the teachings of Weston Price, nor does she favor sitting around in meetings talking. She’d rather be in her garden picking ripe plums or staking her billy out where he can clear the weeds. She sees her role within the organization as steering people toward their own spiritual journey with food, their own process of claiming their health. Sharing with my children some of the raw goat cheese she sent home with me, I wonder if I’m beginning to taste my place in that journey.

Weston A. Price List of the Best 14 Foods
1. butter from grass-fed cows, preferably raw (and high quality coconut oil)
2. oysters
3. liver (and other organ meats) from grass-fed animals
4. eggs from grass-fed hens
5. cod liver oil
6. fish eggs
7. whole raw milk from grass-fed cows
8. bone broth
9. wild shrimp
10. wild salmon
11. whole-fat raw milk yogurt or kefir
12. beef from grass-fed cows
13. sauerkraut (and other green nonstarchy vegetables)
14. organic beets
List available at www.westonaprice.org/index.html

Media-sponsored Top 14 Best Foods
1. beans
2. blueberries
3. broccoli
4. oats
5. oranges
6. pumpkin
7. salmon
8. soy
9. spinach
10. tea (green or black)
11. tomatoes
12. turkey
13. walnuts
14. yogurt
From Superfoods Rx: Fourteen Foods That Will Change Your Life (Steven Pratt and Kathy Matthews)

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In the face of the post-Sideways Pinot consciousness creeping over palates, like an umlaut on naïf, winemaker Cathy Corison proudly describes herself as a “Cabernet chauvinist.” It’s refreshing to hear a woman stand by her Cab, but even more so to drink it, which I had the pleasure of doing on a recent press trip to St. Helena. There, sandwiched between wine mavens and menu makers, I noshed on an artisanal antipasto plate and contemplated the good fortune of being invited to a “vertical tasting.” (This is a tasting in which a single varietal from a single winery is differentiated by vintage, and sequentially to boot. A “horizontal tasting,” by contrast, compares wines of the same vintage, varietal and appellation culled from different wineries.)

Of course, I assumed that I would begin the tasting vertically and end it horizontally, seeing as there were no fewer than eight Corison Cabs placed in front of me dating from 1996 to 2003 (with an additional “Kronos Vineyard” Cab thrown in for good measure, not to mention an endearing Gewürztraminer that rang in the morning like a chime around a kitten’s neck). Corison’s Cabs manage to be both lean and lush simultaneously; they’re gamine but with powerful hips and, as can be expected, reflect the droll Corison’s own tastes: she contends that fatter, jammier wines are “all right–for about half a glass.” Indeed, her svelte, more self-controlled wines demand a full glass.

Particular standouts included the 1996 ($85), which proved to be a finely aged survey of dark, dried cherry and dovetailed nicely into the 1997, which recalled the sweet musk of a girl’s freshly hennaed hair ($85-$90). The millennium-closing 1999 Cab ($65) brimmed with musty notes of leather and tar, as well as a fine-brine salt-kiss, amounting to a pleasing complex flavor profile.

The 2001 ($70) had a slightly woody note and a fine whisper of graphite (which made me immediately want to take a satisfying chomp of a No. 2 pencil–ah, the pleasures of standardized testing!), followed by a blackberry. Brilliant stuff. Likewise, the slightly more tannic 2002 ($60) pulled at the palate with the elegance of an archer, and the 2003 ($65) was a lush tromp through the brambles of dark berry and wisps of peppermint.

Corison Winery, 987 St. Helena Hwy., St. Helena. Tasting by appointment for a $10 fee, which is credited toward purchases. Open daily from 10am to 5pm. Personalized tour with food and wine pairing, Fridays at 10am by appointment. 707.963.0826.



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First Bite

My first glimpse of Mountain Home Inn in Mill Valley reminded me of the east side of the Sierras, with “glimpse” being the operative word. Word up: Park while you can or you’ll end up eating in Stinson Beach. We figured that out the second time around, but forgot to make a reservation. Word up redux: Do make a reservation if you’re the impatient sort, because seating is limited.

Fortunately, we’re the patient sort, and happily sat out a 45-minute wait. I lounged in a rickety old chair and soaked in the sun, and again experienced a Tuolumne flashback. When our time came, we were seated on the very edge of the patio, with Tiburon and Angel Island in the foreground. The sight of the bay shattered my alpine illusion, but the reality was anything but shabby.

Our first taste came in the form of skewered shrimp with mango salsa and pickled red onions ($11). It was well-presented, and the salsa was fresh and well-seasoned but the shrimp was a little tough, and for the price, the portion was skimpy. The soup du jour ($7), a carrot and ginger concoction made with orange juice, was a psychedelic bowl of cadmium-yellow velvet with beautiful texture and flavor. The house salad ($10), baby greens with feta cheese, olives, walnuts and tomato, was overdressed. It’s a wonderful mix of ingredients that could stand on its own, and a squeeze of lemon and a drizzle of olive oil would have been adequate.

We ordered the local cod and house cut chips ($14) and the blackened tombo tuna sandwich ($16). Both were served with a jalapeño remoulade that tasted like ranch dressing. There was no evidence that the tuna had been blackened, but the sandwich was good. As for the fish and chips, the pristinely fresh fish was overpowered by the heavy pale-ale batter. This is tourist food, and our meal needed punctuation and exclamations marks of hot or sour, but I still like the Mountain Home Inn. Our server was a delight, and the setting was heavenly.

I found myself lusting over the build-your-own Niman Ranch burger ($12) being devoured at the table next to us. I’m going back on a weekday to build my own. With options like blue cheese, caramelized onion and wild mushrooms calling to me, next time I’ll do it my way.

Mountain Home Inn, 810 Panoramic Drive, Mill Valley. Breakfast for Inn guests only. Open Wednesday-Sunday for lunch and dinner; American cheese tastings from 3pm to 8pm; after-hiking plates Saturday-Sunday only from 3pm to 8pm; dinners are prix fixe and $38. 415.381.9000.



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Ask Sydney

September 6-12, 2006

Dear Sydney, I am always surprised to find how many people don’t know about the microphones in our smoke detectors. Every smoke detector manufactured in the last six years contains a sensitive microphone and a tiny transmitter that can be turned on by federal agents at will from up to 120 yards away, day or night. So I ask you, is it our duty as citizens to inform other citizens about this questionable practice? It seems to be a gray area, legally, as many other things have come to be in the last few years. I read online that originally they were to have video cameras but some secret court overruled that part. Do you think the extra protection is worth this loss privacy?–Paranoid in Sebastopol

Dear Para: Well, I knew that I hated my smoke detector, but I always thought it was because it goes off every time I turn on the oven, not because it was listening to me. But I have to say, with all of the things to be paranoid about in this life, I think that spying smoke detectors should really be moved far down on your list. Internet junkie that I am, I did take a little browse around, and while it was soon apparent that microphones can be and are occasionally placed in smoke detectors as a way of keeping tabs on the “bad guys,” I did not see any glaring indications of this being a pandemic across the nation.

Of course, if you take into the consideration the trends of our present administration, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that every computer comes equipped with a hidden camera that sends billions of unattractive images of us directly to the Oval Office. Then again, so what? As long as you aren’t running a money-laundering business, a drug ring or a terrorist cell, I wouldn’t give it too much thought. I mean, hey, if everyone in the North Bay has a microphone in their smoke detectors, I guess the feds have gotten really good at identifying what a bong hit sounds like. I can think of much more frightening scenarios to worry about than that.

Dear Sydney, after reading your reply to “Horrified” (Aug. 23), I started thinking. I’m engaged to be married to the love of my life, and planning a big wedding. Some of our friends are gay. By inviting them to the wedding, am I being insensitive? Wait, am I being insensitive by getting married in the first place? Am I supposed to not get married because of some fucked-up politics? I’ve always wanted to get married! But I also don’t want to be flaunting something in the face of people I really care about. Sydney, what the hell is a progressive heterosexual girl to do in this situation?–PHG

Dear PHG: Good for you for being so sensititive! Sensitivity aside, if you want to get married, then get married. I’m sure that most of your queer friends will not hold it against you. After all, they’re so used to it. However, this does not change the fact that by getting married you are choosing to engage in a meaningful practice that is denied to almost all of the commited same-sex couples in this country. So in a sense, when you get married, you will be joining the equivelant of a “whites only” club. Of course, “whites only” clubs are now illegal, proof that we are slowly but surely evolving as a species.

Heterosexuals, on the other hand, regularly engage in one of the most deeply engrained rituals of our culture, while their queer colleagues, family members and friends, must stand at the sidelines, throw rice and try not to get depressed about it. And all because the Giant Referee in the White House–along with the majority of their very own neighbors–have decided that they are not worthy of marriage. But, hey, I’m sure the wedding will be lots of fun! Just don’t forget to order comfortable chairs. It’s never worth skimping on the chairs.

Dear Sydney, I often have trouble making dates happen, dates of any kind. People tell me to act as though I know I am worth hanging out with, but that hasn’t seemed to work. I make arrangements, and then at the last minute, they will change their mind and make up some excuse. Do you have any advice?–Dateless

Dear Dateless: First of all, let’s get something straight. You don’t need to “act” like you are worth hanging out with. You are worth hanging out with. Perhaps what you need to consider is that the people you are trying to hang out with aren’t worth it. What you need in your life are friends you can count on, not flaky people you feel you have to prove your worth to. Better to do things alone than in the company of those who make you feel unworthy. You have to find a way to meet people with whom you share some interests and who might be just as interested in keeping their dates as you are. And that means getting out there. You need to break outside of your current radius of acquaintances, and make some new ones.

Take the time to really look at what it is you feel passionate about, at the obstacles you have faced, at what skills you have, and find a way to meet people by utilizing both your own knowledge and your willingness to learn something new. To become an interesting and alluring person, you have to do interesting things, and if you do interesting things, you will meet people who want to spend time with you. Your willingness to explore life will ultimately dictate where and when you are able to make and keep new friendships.

If you can’t come up with anything you like doing, start taking penny whistle lessons at your local music store, then start or join a jug band. The only limit is your imagination.

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


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September 6-12, 2006 Dear Sydney, I am always surprised to find how many people don't know about the microphones in our smoke detectors. Every smoke detector manufactured in the last six years contains a sensitive microphone and a tiny transmitter that can be turned on by federal agents at will from up to 120 yards away, day or night. So...
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