The Hill Guides

The Hills are alive . . . and they’re writing travel guides

By Yosha Bourgea

KATHLEEN HILL was in a bookstore in Seattle one day, browsing through the travel and cooking sections, when she noticed there were no books on the Sonoma Valley area. It got her thinking about the advice her late friend M.F.K. Fisher had once given her: “Write about what you know and love well.”

Hill, a resident of Sonoma, had just finished work on a dictionary with Gerald, her husband and writing partner. The idea of writing about food and travel, she says, sounded like heaven: all those complete sentences.

The first two books were self-published tours of Victoria and Vancouver Island, where the Hills spend part of each year, and Sonoma Valley. Positive reviews from publications like Wine Spectator helped spread the word, and the authors soon were approached by the Globe Pequot Press. Only a couple of years later, the series of Hill Guides is five books strong, and a sixth, on Santa Barbara and the central coast, is poised to come out “at any second,” Hill says.

The Hill Guides (Globe Pequot Press; $14.95) are a remarkably readable series of travel books that happen to focus on food and wine. In addition to the usual rundown on where to stay and what to gawk at, the guides include colorful, opinionated descriptions of the best local restaurants and wineries, interspersed with gourmet recipes from the chefs along the road. The effect is mouthwatering.

The “How to Be a Visitor and Not a Tourist” section in each guide offers tips on how to enjoy yourself without alienating the locals; in general, being quiet and respectful of others seems to be what goes over best. However, there are exceptions.

“Don’t worry about looking like a tourist in Napa Valley,” write the Hills. “The Valley is made for tourists! The wineries and restaurants thrive on your visit and are well aware of that fact, so you will be treated well. Just dress comfortably and bring your tastebuds and money.”

The Napa Valley guide is new this year, as are guides to the Monterey and Carmel area and the Northwest Wine Country. The geography of the latter includes British Columbia, Oregon, Washington, and Idaho “in the Cascadian spirit of natural rather than political boundaries,” the authors write. “Nature does not know governmental borders, and we believe that humans ought to ignore them a little more. We would like to encourage people to live more regionally and less provincially.”

That sense of region shows up strongly in the Hills’ writing, which is warm, chatty, and knowing throughout. The small picture of the authors on the back cover of each book enhances an overall feeling of intimacy, as if the reader has been invited along on a family expedition. It’s a quality that big-league guides like Fodor’s and Frommer’s conspicuously lack, even if they may be more encyclopedic.

Though yupscale tourists are clearly the target audience here (who else splashes out for a weekend of winetasting in Napa?), the Hills never condescend or assume. True, the $65 prix-fixe menu of Yountville’s renowned French Laundry gets a mention, but so does the greasy-spoon ambiance of Ford’s Cafe in Sonoma, of which the Hills write: “The walls tilt slightly, the people tilt slightly, the American flag gets stolen, and the building floods when Sonoma Creek overflows.”

Wine, a popular if controversial product around these parts, gets an appreciative but not gushing treatment in the Hill Guides. A section at the back of each book highlights the history of the region and the effect of the wine industry before, during, and after Prohibition.

“We see a couple of attitudinal differences that distinguish British Columbia wineries from U.S. wineries, particularly those in California,” write the Hills. “Generally B.C. vintners help each other instead of competing against each other. Many B.C. vintners are content to sell the wine they make and stay small, instead of aggressively striving to top their own or someone else’s sales figures. . . . Many B.C. wineries sell out their releases each year.”

Even those who like the taste of wine but can’t tell an oaky cabernet from an impetuous syrah are encouraged to relax and enjoy. “Either learn winespeak thoroughly or don’t worry about it,” say the authors. “The faker is the only one laughed at.”

From the November 11-17, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Tierra Vegetables

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Some like it hot: Tierra Vegetables is a little on the chili side.

Burning Desire

Tierra Vegetables champions the chipotle

By Marina Wolf

“OH, NOW LOOK at those!” says Lee James of Tierra Vegetables, reaching into the low-lying tumble of pepper plants and plucking out a reddish-purple fruit. “They look even prettier all piled up in a box,” she says as she rubs off the field dust and takes a bite. “People think the field must be pretty, too, but when it’s later in the season the plants fall over and the weeds come in . . .” Then she notices my stare and stops mid-stride. “I didn’t even think to offer,” she says and rummages again for a pepper. “Do you want one?”

I do, but I feel hesitant about biting right in the way Lee does. What she eats like apples could be incendiary devices to mortal folks. After all, Lee, with her brother Wayne James and his wife, Evie Truxaw, are the people who helped put chipotle chilis on the North American map. Tierra Vegetables’ seven varieties of smoked chilis were recently dubbed an endangered American foodstuff and brought on board a metaphorical food ark by Slow Food, a global organization dedicated to good food and traditional foodways. Sure, Tierra grows regular garden stuff at three sites around the county, but Lee, Wayne, and Evie love chipotles first and foremost. Hell, even their hordes of shelties love chilis.

Lee is quick to assure me that this pepper is a sweet pimiento, but I still hesitate, rubbing the dust off as an excuse to look around. The field looks like any other well-used piece of farmland in the middle of the harvest season. Watermelon rinds from the failed melon plantings lie in little heaps at the end of the rows. Tractor ruts provide a rough track for Wayne, who walks barefoot everywhere–damp fields, gravel driveways, a chicken crossing–and now uses his calloused toes to poke at the first plant in a row of greens. “These white-top beets aren’t doing so well. Since when do we get leaf miner in October?” he exclaims, glaring at the leaves that are withering up brown and dry along the edges of the pale tender leaves.

Wayne’s barefootedness is just another example of Tierra’s laid-back atmosphere. The buildings are weather-beaten, the flowers out front are spent in the fall heat, brown and trodden upon. The James don’t have time to prettify their farm. They’ve got 60 people to fill produce boxes for, and they’ve got chilis to smoke.

“You can’t grow a chipotle; it’s a process,” says Lee later at her house in Healdsburg. “People still can’t figure that out. They’re always asking for fresh chipotles. But it’s a smoked, dried thing. You don’t pick them like that.”

Lee is leaning on a key part of the process: the homemade smoker. Over the 10 years that Lee, Wayne, and Evie have been picking their peppers, the smoker has seen several incarnations, from an old refrigerator with holes poked in it to the current model, a cement-and-brick behemoth sporting two chimneys, an automatic fan system, and shelving space for up to 400 pounds of fresh chilis at a time. It’s not as picturesque, perhaps, as the traditional chipotle smoking in Oaxaca, where the peppers cure above an open fire for days. But it’s definitely a step up in terms of quantity and quality control, and it gets the job done.

No bed of roses: Brother and sister team of Wayne and Lee James have established a red-hot business built on their locally grown chilis.

The beginnings of Tierra’s chipotle empire are equally unromantic. I expected a tale of mysterious scents, a glimpse through a shaded southern courtyard, a sizzle on the tongue from that first memorable taste. But in fact, the whole thing started simply enough when a customer at their booth at the Marin Farmers’ Market asked for chipotle peppers. Up until then, none of the Tierra folks had tasted chipotle, and Lee remembers her first encounter with the smoky chili as not very inspiring. “It was terrible,” she says straight out. “It tasted like creosote. So we said, ‘We could make it better than that.’ ”

And so they did, after years of tinkering with the factors that go into making a smoked, dried chili: heat, air, smoke, time. The formula that Tierra has settled on is deceptively simple: five days in the smokers, followed by up to two weeks in a dryer if the chili is a jalapeño or some other pepper with thick flesh or high oil content. The firebox burns dry logs of prune and other fruit woods, which give off a clean, pure-smoke smell, like a well-built campfire.

I had half-expected the air to sting with the pungent aroma of toasted chili. But these peppers are not cooked, only air dried in the smoker. “You don’t want the temperature to get too hot or you’re going to lose all the flavor,” says Wayne after inspecting the height of the flame hovering over the one log inside. Another secret to the incomparable Tierra aroma: dried basil stems on the fire. I jerk my head up and sniff at the smoke, the aroma of which has changed from campfire to college dorm room. “That smells like . . .”

Wayne and Lee grin knowingly. “Yep,” says Lee. “It smells like another green herb that you smoke.”

In such a relaxed atmosphere, it’s hard to get worked up about anything. But I’m still curious about something. Getting picked for the Slow Food ark is both an honor and a warning. Is it true that chipotle making is an endangered art?

“Well, there will always be chipotles,” says Wayne as he closes the lid on the firebox. “There will always be commercially produced chilis.”

Lee nods her head in grim agreement. “It’s the process that’s being lost.”

From the November 4-10, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Teen Mothers

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Babies making babies: Maria Serrano, 16, hoists her 6-month-old son, Marco. Sonoma County is the only place in the greater Bay Area to clock an increase in teen births.

Sex Ed 101

Despite a $165 million state teen pregnancy prevention program, Sonoma County’s teen birthrate is on the rise

By Janet Wells

UP SEVERAL TIMES during the night to feed her 2-month-old daughter Marisa, Michelle Muniz sports the sleep-deprived look of a new mom: distracted, tired smile, eyes a little puffy. Her day starts at 5 a.m., getting Marisa dressed, then revolves around appointments, dirty diapers, feedings, studying, and cleaning house.

Pretty typical, except for the homework.

As Muniz hones her skills as a parent, she also bones up on 10th-grade math, English, and science. With a light-blue V-neck sweater, black stretchy bell-bottoms, and platform sneakers, Muniz looks every inch a high school sophomore. She had her baby in August, just two weeks after her 16th birthday.

“[The pregnancy] was unplanned,” the hazel-eyed Muniz readily admits. “It was my not being responsible with birth control.”

Muniz is well aware that her life is very different from most high-schoolers. She lives in a two-bedroom Rincon Valley apartment with Marisa’s father, 18-year-old Mario Onate, as well as his mother and her boyfriend. Graffiti adorn the complex fence, and shopping carts are overturned in the otherwise tidy side yard. Muniz relies on vouchers for milk, eggs, cheese, and infant formula to supplement Onate’s income from his job at a lumber company.

“My sister was a teen mother. I didn’t want to have kids, I wanted to wait until I was married. I saw how hard it was for her, but . . . ,” Muniz’s voice trails off, then becomes matter-of-fact. “I was looking for love and caring and support in all the wrong places.

“Well, not the wrong places,” Muniz corrects herself, pausing again. “I was going to get an IUD when I found out I was pregnant.”

Marisa is one of hundreds of babies born each year to Sonoma County teens. Compared to the statewide average of almost 57 births for every 1,000 teenagers, Sonoma County’s rate of just under 38 births per thousand puts it below the statistical red zone.

What has local educators and public health officials puzzled, however, is that while the state and national teenage birthrates fell for the sixth year in a row, Sonoma County’s teenage birthrate went up in 1997 (the most recent figures available), bucking the trend, and clocking in as the only county in the greater Bay Area to have an increase in teen births.

Santa Clara, Alameda, Mendocino, Lake, and Solano counties all have a higher birthrate than Sonoma County, but showed decreases of 3 to 18 percent in 1996-97. Napa, with a teenage birthrate of 34 per 1,000 teenagers, dropped an impressive 23 percent in one year. Even Marin County, with a statewide low of 19 teenage births per 1,000, still carved out a 10 percent decrease.

The state spends more than $165 million annually on teenage pregnancy prevention, and numerous programs on the local and federal level target teen pregnancy, with the goal of shrinking a phenomenon that has hefty social and economic consequences for the young parents, as well as for taxpayers.

According to a recent report on the consequences of adolescent risk-taking behavior, teen moms are less likely to complete school and more likely to be single parents. Children of teenage mothers are more likely to be in poorer health, have lower cognitive development, and have less success in school.

The estimated annual cost to taxpayers of births to young women ages 15 to 17 is at least $6.9 billion in public assistance, health care, foster care, court costs, and lost tax revenues.

THE TEENAGE birthrate is a touchstone for myriad social and cultural issues, and is carefully monitored by education and public health officials. So after a five-year decrease of about 10 percent, what happened in Sonoma County to make the birthrate go up by half a percent?

Statistical anomaly, says county Public Health Officer Dr. George Flores. “Sonoma County already had one of the lowest teen birthrates in the state. We don’t have as much to go down as the state would overall … although we still have room for improvement, don’t get me wrong,” he says. “We’ve had very good participation targeting teen and out-of-wedlock pregnancy and male responsibility.”

Some educators say, however, that the county’s mishmash of prevention programs offer inconsistent information and access. In addition, while some innovative programs get results, others are geared more toward what adults want teens to do and think, rather than toward teens’ needs.

“We have to provide them with information they can use,” says Cindy Dickinson, women’s health program coordinator at the Southwest Community Health Center.

“We’re wanting to make sure they get a comprehensive program that talks about abstinence as well as how to access family planning and how to prevent STDs and how to use a condom.”

California’s education code mandates that schools providing sex education stress abstinence first, and then heterosexual monogamy if teens are going to be sexually active. There is little standardization of sex education in Sonoma County’s public schools, with discussions of birth control and pregnancy as likely to be in science or social studies as in physical education class. Teachers have leeway in deciding how and what to present to students, and often invite outside educators to the classroom, which means that sex education comes from groups ranging from Planned Parenthood to those with more conservative agendas.

Muniz remembers hearing about birth control, sexually transmitted diseases, and HIV in middle school and in her freshman year of high school. But the admonitions didn’t resonate. Like many teens, Muniz had other things on her mind, with an adolescence complicated by family discord.

Her parents split up when she was 11, and, until her mother moved to Novato a few years later, Muniz shuttled between two homes. As a freshman, she dropped out of high school and moved out of her dad’s house, first to her grandparents, then to live with her boyfriend, three years her senior.

“There are no excuses for pregnancy, of course,” she says. “But If I were to be a normal student going to high school, that would have made a difference for me.”

Family is one of the unsung keys to preventing teen pregnancy, Dickinson says. “What’s really lacking, what we all want to work on, is getting parents involved in talking with kids, so parents know their kids are talking about sex and family planning, and kids know what parents are feeling about sexual involvement,” she says. “It seems that a lot of parents don’t have the skills to communicate.

“Kids are looking for information, looking to see if there’s someone they can talk to about sex,” Dickinson explains. “If they talk with their parents, it means they might end up postponing sex or using protection.”

THE FACTORS behind teen pregnancy are much more complicated than many educational policy wonks realize, says Marian Heath Benner, program manager for the teen pregnancy prevention program at the Sonoma County Office of Education.

“It’s an issue of poverty and an issue of crime and a political issue,” she says.

Teen pregnancy rates are highest by far among Hispanic teenagers statewide, with more than 100 pregnancies per 1,000. One of the teen pregnancy hot spots in the Bay Area is southwest Santa Rosa, which has a large Hispanic population.

“It’s a cultural norm, coming from the families, that it’s OK to have kids young, OK to be dating older men. That’s also exacerbated by poverty,” Heath Benner says. “Sometimes the only way out for these girls is to have a baby and get out of the house.”

Heath Benner’s program targets the southwest Santa Rosa area, with a five-year grant for seven elementary schools, Cook Middle School, and Elsie Allen High School.

At Cook Middle School, students talk about postponing sexual involvement during the weeklong “Baby, Think It Over” program that gives kids a reality check in the form of an 8-pound computerized doll.

Students lug the doll around for four days, trailing the usual baby accouterments–the ungainly diaper bag and stroller. “Baby” is programmed to cry at particular intervals, and if it wakes “Mom” or “Dad” up, they must insert a key in the doll’s back to turn it off. The internal computer registers neglect, shaking, or throwing as abuse.

Heath Benner took a doll home for her 16-year-old daughter to check out. “After an hour, she said, ‘Mom, can you watch this baby for me?’ These kids start getting the idea of what it’s like to have a baby.”

At the high school level the focus of Heath Benner’s program changes, responding to older teens who are becoming more sexually aware and curious.

“Health education has been coming through in the disease prevention-type model, the ‘If you do this, you’re going to get this. Here are the ways you can protect yourself.’ It’s the bad side of it,” Heath Benner says.

“We do the safer sex formula. The safest way is to abstain, but we acknowledge that we have a substantial population of high school students who are sexually active, and [we] want them to be safe. That’s why the relationship stuff is so important and birth control is so important.

“I started asking high school kids what they wanted to know,” Heath Benner adds. “They said, ‘How do you have a relationship? How do you break up with someone and stay friends?’ We try to focus on that, on how relationships are different, and issues around intimacy. We talk about how men’s and women’s brains are wired differently. They love that stuff. It makes lights go on for them.”

But the most effective birth control, says Heath Benner, is hope for the future. “A lot of kids don’t have a vision for themselves after age 20. They don’t see themselves at age 28 or 30. They don’t think, ‘If you have a baby now, what’s going to happen? How’s that going to derail your plans?’ ”

MUNIZ FITS the picture of an aimless teenager, who, by her own admission, spent time doing “stupid stuff” before she got pregnant. She credits Adera High School, a program for pregnant and parenting teens on the Elsie Allen campus in Santa Rosa, with getting her back on track. While she was pregnant, Muniz learned CPR and prenatal care, and got firsthand parenting experience taking care of babies left in the Adera nursery while their mothers went to class. She met other teens in her situation, and received encouragement and support to stay in school.

Now that she’s had the baby, Muniz is doing home study until Marisa is old enough to receive immunizations and go to school with her.

Muniz’s advice to other teens has the ring of experience to it: “It’s better to use protection if you do choose to have sex. If you get pregnant, that’s a bigger responsibility.”

She had to grow up fast, she says, and accept some drastic changes to her social life.

“Sometimes I feel like, ‘Can someone come and take her away for a day?’ But if I get frustrated when she is, she can feel my stress,” Muniz says. “I have to deal with it calmly.

“I gave up my friends,” she adds, her voice a little wistful. “Some of the closest stop by, but I haven’t talked to some since the first visit. What would they be doing for me anyway if they can’t handle me with a baby?

MARISA WAKES up and begins to fuss in her auto-rocking bassinet. “Is that a dirty diaper or is it a hungry bunny?” Muniz asks, picking Marisa up and swinging her brown-eyed daughter in the air.

“This is way more interesting,” she says, with just a hint of resignation, as she settles back onto the couch. “That was pointless then. I was a frisky little girl. I’m still a girl, but now I have a little baby, so I can’t be off the wall and do crazy stuff.”

Soon she and Marisa will be leaving the house at 6:45 each morning to catch a bus to Adera. For the first time, Muniz has a future in mind: graduation from high school in two years.

“It’s really important to get your education, especially if you have a little one to take care of,” she says, smoothing her daughter’s shock of brunette hair. “You don’t want to work at McDonald’s all your life.”

From the November 4-10, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Duke Ellington

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For Duke

CD tributes celebrate Ellington’s centennial

By Greg Cahill

MARIN JAZZ WRITER and educator Grover Sales dubbed him “our greatest composer,” and the flood of recent CD reissues and tributes celebrating the 100th anniversary of the birth of Edward Kennedy Ellington show just how rich that legacy remains on the cusp of the 21st century. “[Duke Ellington’s] veiled, princely psyche, more complex than [Louis] Armstrong’s or [Fat] Waller’s, was given to philosophical turns and levels of sophistication uncommon for jazz musicians of his time,” Sales wrote in his authoritative work Jazz: America’s Classical Music (Prentice-Hall/Spectrum, 1984). “Duke’s uncanny coming to terms with commercial, racial, and internal pressures that collapsed less hardy peers from Fletcher Henderson to Charlie Parker has long been a source of fascination–and annoyance–to critics-spectators of the maddening clash between the Duke as artist and the Duke as a crowd-pleasing showman.”

The current focus rests largely on the Duke as artist. The Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra, under the guidance of trumpet wiz Wynton Marsalis, has toured the country with a pair of Ellington programs (both of which stopped earlier this year at the Luther Burbank Center) and released the energetic PBS soundtrack Live in Swing City–Swingin’ with the Duke (Colum-bia), which included the delightfully obscure jazz stomp “Happy Go Lucky Local.” And this year’s San Francisco Jazz Festival featured Orchestral Ellington: A Centennial Celebration, a rare Oct. 22 performance of his sacred concerts. The monthlong festival wraps up its closing week Nov. 4 at the Palace of Fine Arts with a Jazz on Film program, A Portrait of Duke Ellington, hosted by producer Orrin Keepnews, who supervised the release of classic RCA recordings on the recent 24-CD box set of RCA material.

While there are a plethora of new and recent Ellington CD releases, geared to every budget, the complete RCA recordings (a more affordable three-disc sampler is available) is by far the most ambitious. Spanning Duke’s career from 1927 to 1973, the voluminous set kicks off with the landmark “Black and Tan Fantasy,” which marked the leap from such cornball novelties as “Animal Crackers” to the more impressionistic mood pieces to which Ellington would return over the years. The collection moves genially through classic Ellington fare like “Mood Indigo” and “Sophisticated Lady” to some truly unusual offerings–including a seldom-heard waltz-time version of “Take the ‘A’ Train” and 1966’s contagious go-go send-up “Blue Pepper (Far East of the Blues)”–all of which underscore Ellington’s remarkable ability to change with the times while remaining true to his musical vision.

THE RECENT ANTHOLOGY Impulsively Ellington! A Tribute to Duke Ellington (Impulse), a dynamic collection of Ellington covers, is one of the year’s best homages to the Duke. The list of players, all recorded between 1961 and 1966, reads like a Who’s Who of ’60s Jazz and includes such Ellington sidemen as saxophonists Johnny Hodges, Paul Gonsalves, and Ben Webster, all claiming the spotlight. The tunes range from swing master Lionel Hampton’s breezy “Ring Dem Bells” to free-jazz saxophonist Archie Shepp’s bold deconstruction of the Ellington chestnut “In a Sentimental Mood.” Highly recommended, and an suitable adjunct to the recently reissued Soul Call (Verve), a 1966 live concert that showcased Ellington’s knack for reinventing the jazz orchestra.

Meanwhile, jazz patriarch Ellis Marsalis last week released Duke in Blue (Columbia), which includes seductive solo renderings of such popular Ellington piano ballads as “Prelude to a Kiss” and “Melancholia,” some of the most beautiful music ever written.

“For all his crochets, quirks, and put-ons, Ellington could still astound, even to the last . . . ,” Grover Sales concludes in his 1984 book. “[H]e remained a prolific, often inspired composer and his piano an ever-increasing source of wonder. This magic, or hope of it, kept us coming back to Ellington to the end.”

And it still does.

From the November 4-10, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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‘Hudson/Shaw/Wiley: Collaborations’

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Three of a kind: Robert Hudson creates sculpture, painting, and prints in his Cotati studio. Both his solo work and prints created in collaboration with Richard Shaw and William T. Wiley can be seen at a new exhibit at the University Art Gallery.

Artful Alliance

A trio of veteran North Bay artists has turned collaboration into an art form

By Paula Harris

IT’S NO MERE CHANCE that three of Northern California’s best-known contemporary artists are once again sharing the spotlight. Robert Hudson, Richard Shaw, and William T. Wiley are longtime buddies (we’re talking decades here) and creative cohorts. Now an upcoming exhibition at the University Art Gallery at Sonoma State University–“Hudson/Shaw/Wiley: Collaborations”–will feature a series of prints created by the trio, as well as individual pieces by each artist.

“It’s a unique opportunity to see these artists collaborating together and to see some newer pieces by each one individually mixed in,” promises art gallery director Michael Schwager. “It should be a really exciting show, [with] lots of things to look at. It won’t be spare or minimal by any means–this will be an explosion of color and imagery!”

These richly layered prints, dense with textured patterns, surreal images, and passages of text, were dreamed up collaboratively in what the artists have described as a creative “free-for-all” at Magnolia Editions, an Oakland-based print publisher, during a six-month period in 1997.

The prints are primarily collagraphs–a technique that allows artists to make unique and complex print images from a wide range of objects adhered to blocks on an etching press–with various other media, such as graphite and collaged elements.

The trio’s history runs deep–all the way back to childhood in the case of Wiley and Hudson, who grew up in Washington State together.

“I’ve known Wiley since the fourth grade in 1948 or so,” says Hudson, 62, who lives in Cotati. “We went all through high school together and attended the San Francisco Art Institute together in the 1960s. That’s where we met Richard Shaw.”

Their bond has been strong throughout the years. Shaw and Hudson recently collaborated on a series of porcelain sculptured vessels, shown at San Francisco’s Yerba Buena Center, that was made during a residency at the Addison Gallery of American Art at Phillips Academy outside Boston.

Shaw and Hudson also recently participated in the media-attention-grabbing exhibit at the Oakland Museum, presented by Wiley and fellow artist Mary Hull Webster and provocatively titled “What Is Art For?,” which bluntly questioned the roles and relationships of museums, artists, and museum-goers.

According to Schwager, the three artists have in the past been loosely connected to the spontaneous, surrealist Bay Area Funk movement. “Although all of them bristle when you bring up whatever ‘ism’ they’re part of,” he observes with a laugh.

Ask Hudson to comment and there is a shade of resentment in his voice. “We’ve been kind of pigeonholed into [the Funk movement],” he says, eager to dismiss the subject. “It’s been hard to deal with.”

Vet.

Essentially, says Schwager, what all three have in common is a sense of irony and satire in their work. They use puns in their titles and inject some humor into their collaborated pieces, but individually their work is distinct.

Versatile and prominent artist Wiley possesses a Zen-like philosophy (which some have dubbed “dude ranch Dada”) and uses an extensive set of symbols and motifs that has both universal and personal meanings in his work. His art often responds to real-life tragedies and disasters, but he also tends to use puns in his titles. Indeed, Wiley is given to word games and frequently includes texts and stories he’s written within his artwork.

Often, too, Hudson’s creations make references to nature and to Native Americans: “[Hudson] was very inspired by Native American symbols and colors when he grew up,” says Schwager. “But it’s really kind of a hodgepodge of all sorts of things, including sculpture and painting and ceramics–always very colorful.”

Shaw has been identified as a leading ceramic artist. He is a master of trompe-l’oeil illusionism. For example, one of his works features a series of 4-foot-tall walking-stick figures that appear to be entirely fashioned from twigs, sticks, and playing cards–but on closer inspection are actually assembled from clay.

“The three artists have different techniques, but they all share a similar sensibility,” says Schwager. “The collaboration which forms the bulk of the exhibition is a joining of all these different sensibilities, the idea of putting together all sorts of images. What’s interesting is some pieces in the collaboration look truly like a little bit of each of them is in there in equal parts–yet in others one artist’s image dominates, and you can really recognize that maybe one idea started with Richard or Wiley and the other two kind of joined in.”

Hudson, who instigated the SSU exhibit, calls the collaboration a real learning experience. “There are some similarities in our work but also plenty of differences–that’s what made it nice working together because one thing would lead to another thing and then someone would get an idea and we’d just have an open run at the drawings,” he recalls. “We usually had about four or five of them going at the same time.”

The result is a very complex dense overlay of different representations. For example, an intricate piece entitled Diecon, features a skeleton from an anatomy book, various textures and patterns, and hand drawings, amid spatters of color.

Another print features a central image of a Heineken beer coaster, photographs of unidentified folk circa 1935, a collage, a painter’s palette, and a snow scene from Japan that may have come from a postcard.

“These mixtures of images are drawn from various places and put together,” says Schwager. “The different elements don’t have an obvious association–but by the time Hudson, Shaw, and Wiley have finished with them, the pieces end up being quite magical.”

“Hudson/Shaw/Wiley: Collaborations” opens with a reception for the artists on Thursday, Nov. 4, from 4 to 6 p.m., and runs through Sunday, Dec. 12, at the University Art Gallery, SSU, 1801 E. Cotati Ave. Rohnert Park. The gallery is open Tuesdays through Fridays, 11 a.m. to 4 p.m.; and Saturdays and Sundays, noon to 4 p.m. Admission is free. For details, call 664-2295.

From the November 4-10, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Holiday Wines

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Talkin’ Turkey

Select the ‘perfect’ wine this Thanksgiving

By Bob Johnson

‘TIS THE SEASON. No, not that season. Not quite yet, anyway. ‘Tis Thanksgiving season. So let’s talk turkey. And stuffing. Not to mention mashed potatoes, giblet gravy, cranberry sauce, candied yams, and corn bread. Selecting a wine for the Turkey Day dinner table is akin to selecting a wine in a smorgasbord. In a word, it’s impossible. Take away all the side dishes and you still have a challenging decision to make. A roast turkey with corn-bread stuffing and a cream gravy calls for a chardonnay or sauvignon blanc. But that same formerly feathered friend with a sausage stuffing and pan gravy would be better complemented by a red wine such as syrah or zinfandel.

Toss in the flavors and spices and textures of the aforementioned sides, and you have a sensory explosion that no single wine could possibly stand up to. As this realization has solidified in my brain over years of fruitless searching for that “perfect” Thanksgiving wine, I’ve learned to think plural, as in multiple bottles of vino.

And since Thanksgiving is about family and hearth (not to mention girth), I also like to open homegrown wines on this special day.

See if this strategy would work for you . . .

Start with one bottle of white wine and one bottle of red. I recommend chardonnay and pinot noir because most people like these varietals, and some outstanding examples are crafted in Sonoma County.

Among chards, you can’t go wrong with (in order of ascending price) Belvedere (Sonoma County), Geyser Peak (Russian River Valley), Sapphire Hill, Armida Reserve, Sonoma-Cutrer (Les Pierres Vineyard), or Kistler (Sonoma Coast).

For a pleasing pinot, look for Mark West, Alderbrook, Davis Bynum Limited Edition, Stonestreet, or Williams-Selyem.

Since the Thanksgiving meal is protracted, to say the least, figure on one bottle of wine for each two diners. If two bottles won’t suffice, add two more, a sauvignon blanc and a zinfandel.

Superb sauvignon blancs are made by Taft Street, Quivira (the Reserve rendition is striking), Dry Creek, and Hanna.

Zesty zins from Sonoma County are too numerous to mention. A short list would include Seghesio, Rabbit Ridge, Murphy-Goode, Fritz, Nalle, and Deerfield Ranch. (Tip: If it says Dry Creek Valley on the label, chances are there’s tasty juice inside the bottle.)

Wine Time: A can’t-miss holiday four-pack.

IF YOU DREW the short straw and also are hosting the in-laws, you’ll need still more wine. The next types to add would be a gewürztraminer and a syrah (a.k.a. shiraz).

The best gewürz in the county is made by Alderbrook, a contention supported by the sweepstakes award bestowed upon the ’98 vintage at the recent Harvest Fair competition. Need more incentive to try it? You can buy it for less than nine bucks.

Syrah/shiraz shoppers should seek out releases by Cline (a Harvest Fair gold medal winner), Geyser Peak (always dependable), or Clos du Bois (which just released a Reserve Shiraz that is wonderful).

What about merlot? you ask.

What about it? I retort.

Yes, merlot is extremely popular right now. Yes, some people drink it daily. And, yes, local vintners (Mietz, Pezzi King, Lambert Bridge, St. Francis, and Matanzas Creek, among many others) do an excellent job with it.

But because it has become ubiquitous, it has lost some of its specialness. And the Thanksgiving table deserves to be populated by special wines for the special people who will be consuming them.

Need yet another red? Try a petite sirah, a grenache, or a mourvedre.

Still lacking a sufficient supply of white wines? Add a viognier, a chenin blanc, or a Riesling. With a little shopping, you can find local renditions of all three varietals, not to mention some enticing blends.

So when you set the Thanksgiving table, put two or three wine glasses at each place setting, uncork all the bottles you’ve selected, and let your diners have at it. Take the pressure off yourself, and let them make the food-and-wine pairing decisions.

And if you get any complaints, you’ll know who not to invite next year.

From the November 4-10, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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‘West Beirut’

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West Beirut.

Troubled Youth

Coming of age in war-torn ‘West Beirut’

By Nicole McEwan

IT IS POSSIBLE to be nostalgic for life during wartime–if you’re lucky enough to have survived it, suggests former Tarantino cameraman Ziad Doueiri. West Beirut, his first feature, ranks as one of the most assured directorial bows in recent years. Set in Beirut circa 1975, the emotionally authentic coming-of-age tale follows two teens, Tarek (Doueiri’s brother Rami) and Omar (Mohamad Chamas) as they navigate their newly divided birthplace. The frequently farcical, often tragic results offer a 3-D primer on the absurdities of war.

Doueiri’s clear-eyed tone is established in the film’s opening scene, in which Tarek creates chaos at the tony French school he attends. As his priggish teacher leads the students in singing the French national anthem, Tarek grabs a bullhorn, climbs the stairs to the roof, and begins singing a patriotic Lebanese song.

On the way to the principal’s office the young rebel watches as a busload of civilians are massacred by terrorists. It is April 13, 1975, and Tarek’s childhood, like the lives of the innocents within his gaze, has just come to an end.

A lesser filmmaker might have had overplayed the boy’s reaction. Doueiri cannily recognizes Tarek’s sheer inability to process what he has just seen. At 14, he is naturally out of touch with the idea of mortality. Instead of panicking, he is coolly nonchalant–it’s almost as though he watched the slaughter on TV. Moreover, war means no school. And to a restless teenager that can only be a good thing.

Freed from his studies, the alternately shy and bombastic Tarek spends his days cavorting with Omar, whose slight stature, incessant smoking, and paranoid nature remind one of a diminutive Ratso Rizzo. The friends engage in universal teenage activities. They listen to records, ride bikes, fall in love with a girl (Rola Al Amin), and ogle beautiful women, particularly Omar’s aunt, an especially lustful specimen. When the pair take covert home movies of her most alluring features, the quest to get the film developed puts them in some dangerous situations.

These include a trip to Zeytuni, the bombed-out nowhere land between the Christian-controlled east and the Muslim-controlled west. Among the rubble is a brothel, and the utter irrationality of war is highlighted by the fact that the house of ill repute operates as a peace zone where johns check their machine guns at the door.

Like many directorial debuts, West Beirut was made on the cheap, a limitation that probably inspired the film’s casual, neo-documentary assembly and contributed to its ragamuffin charm.

It is not a perfect film, however. The ending in particular lacks power and closure. Still, the film’s charismatic performers (many of them non-actors), naturalistic cinematography, and the director’s own admission that the story is “90 percent” autobiographical leave a lasting impression.

Thematically, West Beirut bears a notable resemblance to classics like Truffaut’s The 400 Blows in its portrayal of the spiritual resourcefulness of children trapped by tragic circumstance. This resonance is heightened by Chama’s real-life identity: offscreen, he’s a homeless war orphan.

West Beirut screens on Friday, Nov. 5, at 6:40 and 9 p.m.; on Saturday and Sunday, Nov. 6-7, at 2, 4:20, 6:40, and 9 p.m.; and Nov. 8-10 at 6:40 and 9 p.m. at the Rafael Film Center, 1118 Fourth St., San Rafael. 415/454-1222.

From the November 4-10, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Hate on the Internet

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Web of Hate

Local forum reveals how the Internet helps spread racism

By Yosha Bourgea

FINDING RACISM on the Internet is easier than you might think. On a recent visit to yahoo.com, one of the most widely used search engines, all it took was inputting the word white, which when entered immediately brought up an extensive list of white-supremacist websites. At the top of the list was the site for the American Nazi Party, an organization based in Eastpointe, Mich., and that caters to angry Caucasians.

“Bold action is the only way to shock White people awake,” according to the website’s manifesto–that and apparently the caps-lock button. “Too many others would rather try to TALK the problem away,” the ANP homepage reads, “while we realize that the time has come to FIGHT!”

From the ANP site, interested parties can access a list of literally hundreds of white-supremacist websites, from Stormfront (which provides German and Spanish translations of its propaganda, and claims to have accumulated more than 2 million “hits” since 1995) to various distributors of Nazi art and swastika jewelry, and from “pro-White country music” to the Aryan Dating Page, where lovelorn racists can place personal ads without fear of accidental miscegenation.

One website consists solely of a photograph of Adolf Hitler, with the caption: “This time, no more Mr. Nice Guy.”

The increasing presence of such material on the Internet, as well as its easy accessibility–significantly easier, for example, than finding pictures of naked women–has not gone unnoticed by more inclusive citizens’ groups, who worry about its impact on impressionable children and teenagers. Is there a difference between hate speech and free speech? How, if at all, should racist rhetoric on the Net be controlled?

Those questions and others will be addressed Nov. 5 at “Hate on the Internet,” a forum sponsored by the Hate-Crime Prevention Network of the Sonoma County Commission on Human Rights. The seminar–featuring speakers from such watchdog groups as the Anti-Defamation League as well as the FBI and the Department of Justice–will touch on how the Internet is being used by extremist groups to disseminate information and widen their support base.

“We know the Internet is one area where there is a rapid increase in information that is preaching hate,” says Lorene Irizary, director of the county Commission on Human Rights. “We need to be aware of what’s being said and suggested.”

THE FIRST RACIST website went up in 1995. Four years later, Jonathan Bernstein of the Anti-Defamation League estimates there are close to 400 full-time sites–including websites targeting preteens–although the actual number is probably higher. From traditional groups to newer organizations, the racist right has quickly discovered the power of the Internet.

“What is happening is that parents are extremely naive about what their kids can find on the computer,” says Bernstein, one of the speakers at the seminar. “It makes TV look innocent.”

Taking a cue from crusaders against Internet pornography, the ADL has developed a “hate filter” program that parents can use to block sites with key words or images of hate.

Bernstein, a regional director of the ADL, knows how serious the threat of racism can be. A man whose job regularly takes him close to hatred, Bernstein once found himself between the crosshairs when the leader of an Oklahoma militia group targeted him for issuing a report about the group’s threats against the federal government. The leader was arrested with bomb-making equipment and videotapes of Bernstein, whom he had been planning to kill the next day.

“The FBI was on top of things, but I got a better appreciation of what it means to be a hate-crime victim,” Bernstein says.

The essential message of racism, which begins by establishing the notion that there are different races of Homo sapiens in the first place, doesn’t change. But the way it’s packaged does. “The Klansman who once had trouble reaching a hundred people with a poorly printed pamphlet can now do it much easier,” says Mark Potoc, director of publications and Information for the Southern Poverty Law Center.

Potoc, who edits Intelligence Report, an investigative news magazine that covers the radical right, also will speak at the seminar. “These formerly isolated supremacists turn on the computer in the morning and now feel that they are part of a ‘happening’ movement,” he adds.

The tactics that online bigots use to appeal to kids include racist crossword puzzles, coloring pages, and even video games. For more literate users, there are sites that offer “evidence” that the Holocaust never happened, presented in dispassionate language and bolstered by sources and statistics that look impressive at first glance. Rebellious teenagers, says Potoc, are attracted to the idea that these official-looking websites have information that more conventional society ignores.

“This is a group–college-bound youth–that [until now] hadn’t been reached by the racists,” Potoc says. “White-supremacist groups are looking to develop their leadership cadre for tomorrow, and they have more interest in reaching the brighter kids.”

While Potoc has nothing against the ADL’s hate filter, he argues that it is a weak preventative measure and no substitute for parental involvement. Kids, he says, will find the information whether it’s forbidden or not–just as they do with pornography.

“Are you gonna spend your years as a parent searching your kid’s room for Playboy in the closet, or are you going to sit down and talk to your kid about respect for women?” Potoc asks rhetorically.

“The only inoculation [against hate] is parents talking to their kids.”

The “Hate on the Internet” seminar will be held on Friday, Nov. 5, from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., at the Courtyard by Marriott in Railroad Square, Santa Rosa. To register, contact the Sonoma County Commission on Human Rights at 565-2693. The registration fee is $25 and includes lunch and materials

From the November 4-10, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Chinese Embassy Bombing

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Deliberate? Possibly. A news blackout? Definitely.

By Bob Harris

ON MAY 7, NATO bombed the Chinese embassy in Belgrade, killing three and injuring 20. The bombing caused widespread anger at the United States and Britain, whose own embassies in Beijing became the scene for days of protest. Relations between China and NATO were gravely affected. Since embassies are considered national territory, the bombing of the Chinese embassy, if intentional, would be an unambiguous act of war.

NATO claims that the bombing was the result of human error. Three cruise missiles, we are told, slammed into the embassy simply because NATO was using an outdated map. China’s leadership–along with much of the world–still doesn’t buy it. But that’s NATO’s story, and it’s sticking to it.

Is it likely, though, that NATO intelligence didn’t know where the Chinese embassy was?

No. As a matter of standard operating procedure, NSA, CIA, MI6, and possibly the blues band NRBQ would have been monitoring communications from the Chinese embassy since it was first placed at the site in 1996.

Is there a more plausible explanation?

Yes. The Observer, London’s liberal newsweekly, reported last week that NATO’s bombing of the Chinese embassy was entirely deliberate. The Observer quoted three widely separated sources within NATO as stating that the Chinese embassy was bombed because it was transmitting Yugoslav military communications.

Why would the Chinese assist Milosevic? The Observer suggests that they might have wanted access to information on stealth technology that Belgrade had gleaned from the downing of an F-117 bomber at the outset of the war.

Moreover, the story also notes that the Chinese military attaché openly stated shortly before the attack that the embassy was monitoring incoming NATO cruise missiles in order to develop countermeasures. The attack on the Chinese embassy would therefore have had a clear military purpose.

Of course, since the NATO sources are as yet unnamed, the Observer story should be approached with caution.

But so should NATO’s denials.

Remember, NATO spokesfolks committed numerous deceptions and distortions regarding the Kosovo war, regarding items as fundamental as the success of the bombing strategy, the necessity, number, and causes of civilian casualties, and even the terms of prewar negotiation and the final peace agreement.

And if the bombing of the Chinese embassy was indeed intentional, NATO has tremendous incentive to continue its truth modification program. So does China.

If the Observer story is true, then both China and NATO engaged in direct violations of international law amounting to acts of war. Moreover, the story came out precisely as Jiang Zemin began a two-week tour of Western capitals to discuss both NATO’s military posture toward Beijing and China’s bid to enter the World Trade Organization.

 

AN INDEPENDENT press, however, supposedly serves the interests of the public over the state, pursuing truth over expedient nonsense. We might hope for at least some serious attempts to follow up on the Observer‘s report.

However, according to their online archives, here’s what America’s leading dailies have had to say about the news that NATO sources now state that the bombing of the Chinese embassy was intentional, for reasons that China’s military attaché has already partially confirmed:

The New York Times? Nothing.

The Los Angeles Times? Nothing.

The Chicago Tribune? Nothing.

The Washington Post carried exactly 93 words on page A14–headlined “NATO Denies Story on Embassy Bombing,” thereby providing no hint of what the story actually was–buried beneath news of an execution in Yemen and projected election returns in Botswana.

So did NATO bomb the Chinese embassy intentionally? We still don’t know for sure.

And if we are to depend on America’s commercial news media to find out for us, there’s a good chance we never will.

From the October 28-November 3, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Fantasy Books for Kids

By Patrick Sullivan

YOUR DEEPLY ENCHANTED child (or you yourself–it’s OK; we won’t tell) has burned through all three Harry Potter books with the speed of a Quidditch player on a runaway broomstick. The last page is turned, the last book is shut, and now the question is simple: What next? Fear not: the possibilities are nearly endless. There’s no need to take the long step down into the mass-produced mediocrity of the Animorphs or Goosebumps. Rich realms of children’s fantasy lie as close as the nearest library or bookstore. Of course, nearly everybody knows about J. R. R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings books (which may be too heavy-duty for some young people) or the Narnia Chronicles by C. S. Lewis. But here are a few your eager reader may not have yet discovered.

The Chronicles of Prydian Set in the mythical land of Prydian, which bears a strong resemblance to Wales, this five-book series tells the story of an assistant pig-keeper named Taran who longs for adventure and finds it in the shape of a heroic struggle to defeat the evil Arawn Death Lord. The series, which begins with The Book of Three, is distinguished by all kinds of good qualities: The books offer sophisticated writing and skillful use of humor, marvelously rich characters, including a strong and witty heroine named Eilonway, and an intriguing magical world based on author Lloyd Alexander’s deep knowledge of Welsh mythology.

The Dark Is Rising Susan Cooper’s classic series mixes Celtic mythology with deeply human characters any teenager can empathize with. When dark forces threaten the earth, Will Stanton and the other young heroes and heroines of these books must discover the magic power to stem the tide.

Earthsea A reckless young boy grows up to become the most powerful wizard in Earthsea in Ursula K. Le Guin’s four-book series. Magic in these stories is a subtle, modest matter that revolves around the power of language and naming. The primacy of words is only to be expected in a book by Le Guin, one of the 20th century’s most gifted writers of fantasy.

The Wind Series This award-winning quartet by Madeleine L’Engle begins with A Wrinkle in Time. On a stormy night, an unearthly visitor arrives to send awkward teenager Meg Murry and her younger brother Charles Wallace on a quest across space to find their missing father and battle a cosmic evil.

From the October 28-November 3, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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