Free Will Astrology, June 10-16

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ARIES (March 21-April 19): Many of you have a fraught relationship with discipline. You recognize you need it if you want a life rich with epic adventures. Yet you sometimes resist planning ahead or organizing your resources, fearing it might dampen your immediate pleasures. The problem is that when you skip the planning and organizing, the short-term fun you default to may turn out to be unsatisfying. That’s the challenging news. The encouraging news is that you’re now in a cycle when you can transform how you relate to discipline. I bet you can render some of those old patterns obsolete.

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Gemologists evaluate opals less for flawless uniformity than for their mesmerizing play‑of‑color. They study how light interacts with a stone’s microscopic internal structure to produce vivid, shifting hues. The most prized opals aren’t necessarily the most perfect in shape, but the ones whose internal pattern and rainbow-like displays are most vibrant, varied and alive. This is a marvelous metaphor for you in the coming weeks. I hope you don’t obsess on consistency or smooth away your complications. Let the world see your play-of-color.

GEMINI (May 21-June 20): “Dear Oracle: Why do we always have to start at the beginning? I’d much prefer just jumping into the middle of things. Right now, I would love to bypass all the tedious baby steps I’m being forced to take as I try to get some momentum going. Please slip me a few clues about how to fast-forward directly to the fun stuff. —Bored with the Groundwork.” Dear Bored: Your timing is perfect. The planetary omens say you are now authorized to vault over the preludes and prologues and dive right into the heart of the action.

CANCER (June 21-July 22): Restoration ecologists work to revive damaged prairies. They’ve discovered that seeds of many native plants can lie dormant in the soil for years, waiting for the right conditions to germinate. If they remove invasive species and restore the land’s natural cycle of controlled fire, wildflowers long absent from the landscape spring back to life. With this metaphor in mind, Cancerian, consider what dormant possibilities may lie buried in your own psyche. What seeds did you plant long ago and then forget? What dreams or talents are waiting for you to clear away the choking overgrowth and create space for them to emerge? Old potentials may be patient, not dead.

LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): Better than any other sign, you understand that ego and generosity can be collaborators rather than enemies. Your charismatic radiance is often a public service. When you express your interesting beauty, you give others permission to tap into their own luminosity. The world always craves your unique flavor of audacious joy, and especially now. The rest of us need your intense insistence that flair and flamboyance are forms of resistance against the forces that would diminish life’s splendor. 

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Many people struggle with what could be called “imagined ugliness,” a condition clinicians refer to as body dysmorphic disorder. It usually involves fixating on a supposed physical defect, or even on a flaw that exists only in one’s mind. I suspect that almost everyone carries a trace of this tendency, including you and me. The good news, though, is that the current astrological climate is ideal for you to at least partially shatter its spell. You are poised to transform your self-image so vigorously that you begin to regard yourself as a flawless exemplar of quirky, one-of-a-kind beauty.​

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): The Golden Gate Bridge, which is a few miles from my home, is painted continuously. Painters start at one end, work their way across, and by the time they reach the other side, it’s time to start over. The job is never finished; maintenance is the permanent condition. Some people find this depressing, but I find it oddly liberating. It means the bridge doesn’t have to achieve some final, perfect state. It just has to be tended. Similarly, you don’t have to fix everything once and for all, Libra. The relationships, projects and internal states you’re concerned about aren’t meant to reach completion. You shouldn’t worry about trying to finish what’s meant to be an ongoing practice. Just keep starting the cycle again.

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): Innovative theater director Viola Spolin was a Scorpio. She taught that the best scenes emerge when the actors avoid trying to control outcomes. Instead, they fully commit to the reality they’re creating together. Spontaneous responses are their gold standard. Let’s make this a keynote for you in the coming weeks. Your assignment is to give yourself heartily to improvisation. The most interesting magic will happen as you relax into the collaborative process, trusting it to guide you toward beauty and meanings none of you could have scripted alone.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): Musicologists distinguish between “perfect pitch” and “relative pitch.” A person with perfect pitch can sing or identify a specific note without hearing any other music beforehand. Relative pitch is the ability to recognize musical notes in relation to other notes. In the coming weeks, Sagittarius, relative pitch will be a more useful metaphor for you than perfect pitch. Don’t insist on perfect clarity about what’s right and wrong, beautiful and ugly, worthy and unworthy. Instead of obsessing on fixed standards, practice relational discernment.  How does this choice feel compared to that one? How does a person behave in this context versus another? For you right now, truth lives in the intervals and connections.

CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): The best way to eliminate a bad habit is to replace it with a good one. Now is an excellent time to acquire more expertise in this art. Start by choosing a specific habit that drains your energy, time or self-respect. Then identify what that habit is secretly trying to give you, like comfort, distraction or a sense of control. Your mission is to find a healthier behavior that offers a similar payoff without the damage. For example, maybe you go online and binge-scroll through bad news because you imagine it soothes your anxiety. Instead of that, read an uplifting book or listen to serene music for a while. Be concrete: When the itchy habit hits, what exactly will you do as an alternative?

AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): In 1905, 26-year-old Albert Einstein worked full-time as a clerk in a Swiss patent office. During his off-hours, he wrote four audacious papers that fundamentally changed how physics understood space, time, light and matter. He accomplished his revolution without the sponsorship of a renowned university or laboratory. His example suggests that we can perhaps re-imagine and recreate the world even if we’re not supported by glamorous circumstances. I suspect this principle applies to you these days. Breakthrough insights and earth-shaking realizations may arrive while you’re doing ordinary tasks. Be alert for the flashes that arise in seemingly routine and modest situations.

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): For linguists, “untranslatable” words are concepts that exist in one language but have no equivalent in others. One example is mono no aware, which in Japanese refers to the tender poignance and appreciation you feel in the presence of fleeting beauty, like cherry blossoms falling. I bring this to your attention, Pisces, because I suspect that you, too, are untranslatable right now. My advice is to forget about trying to get others to grasp what’s going on with you. Here’s a suggestion that might help: Find soulful artists and emotionally intelligent creatives who speak the language of your mystery.

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Your Letters, June 10

Charades Played

Let’s take a moment out for a hearty laugh at The New York Times. The paper recently published a piece by Thomas Friedman titled ‘Trump Has Failed As Commander in Chief.’

Not news, Tom.

Here is the problem. Like other news services, the Times has conferred a level of respect on the degenerate imbecile that we citizens have elected twice, for no reason.

To me, it is a bit of a stretch to grant even a smidge of respect to someone who has never been anything but a thief, con artist and crook, a person who is a credible resource on no subject, and who has the emotional intelligence and developmental skills of a poorly raised teenager. He is capable of almost nothing, apparently including taking a shower.

So, why? Why the charade? What would cause us to purposely, voluntarily present America as the perpetual laughingstock of the globe? Why now and why ever? Are we done yet?

Craig J. Corsini
San Rafael

Artificial Irrelevance

First it was Teslas in Sebastopol. Then crypto guys buying vineyards. Now, apparently, Marin and Sonoma counties are becoming the next frontier for AI startups fleeing the South Bay in search of “authenticity,” which goes right out the window the moment they arrive. I mean, like “artificial” is in the name of their industry.

Mark my words: Today it’s a coworking space in San Rafael with standing desks and mushroom coffee. Tomorrow it’s a stealth AI incubator in a converted barn warehouse in Petaluma called something like “Neural Grove.” Soon enough, local zoning meetings will be packed with 20-somethings asking whether server farms qualify as agricultural use.

I suppose this is what progress looks like—our quaint rural communities transformed into a backup hard drive for Silicon Valley’s latest nervous breakdown.

At least the robots will finally have somewhere nice to sip wine when they replace us.

Cassady Caution
Petaluma

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Love Revolutionary, Cincinnatus Hibbard

This is Locals 100—and I am the subject. It marks the 100th article in this series, or as I see it, the 100th person added to the broad canvas portrait of a community. Beyond an honest desire to paint myself into the picture, this self-portrait is an opportunity to state something I haven’t said plainly before—the motivation behind this work.

Cincinnatus Hibbard: Self, tell these others what you’re all about.

Cincinnatus Hibbard: Well, I love ideas—ideas in application, ideas in action. You know, I once adapted my business card into a dance musical called Actionable Ideas (laughs). It’s on my YouTube—with a lot of other odd things.

I consider myself a writer and conceptual artist. I’m working in the tradition of the human potential movement… I’m a utopian—which just means I think things can get much better (as well as much worse). I’ve written about fever dreaming inspiration, the medium of new art media, holidays, happiness, the politics of reconciliation and unmasking our common humanity, etc.

That’s my work, but I am best known for my attempts at impact journalism and for throwing heartfelt ragers.

And you’re something of a performer?

Yes, well—ideas excite me. They make me want to get up and dance. They make me want to sing. Again, they animate me. Big ideas make big feelings. That’s something I think people mistake about ideas—they are really about feelings. Ideas and feelings are just two sides of the same spinning coin.

What is your intention behind your column, ‘Locals’ (and your podcast, ‘Community Portrait’)?

This will sound pretentious, but  in my modest and typo-strewn way, I’m attempting to paint and energize a broad coalition of progressive leadership in the North Bay—those people with the working ideas and initiative to lead us into MLK’s ‘beloved community.’ Read through the past hundred articles and see for yourself—I think we could be a model for the nation.

Why do you want to do this? What is your need?

I think, deep down, I am a child (perhaps with the agency and naivety of a child) that wants his family to stop fighting and be together. I want them to acknowledge each other and help each other and to love each other. As an adult, I see the whole world as my family. I see what’s happening in America as a family fight.

Tell us about your passion project.

Well, I believe it is the purpose for which I was made (laughs). It’s a book—but also a film and event series about love—love in its spiritual aspect.

In a nutshell, I believe that transcendent love and the mystical experience of the universe are the same thing. When you put them together, you define what love is lucidly. It is the light-filled answer to all our problems. It’s a workable, practical answer that points to a whole set of alternative, love-based institutions. Maybe it seems a bit naive to write about love in this political moment, in which fear (anxiety, dread, phobia, paranoia, terrorism) is paramount, but I have a child-like faith that the coronation of fear will be the hinge on which the historic  pendulum will swing. I’m getting us ready for it.

Isn’t that a departure from your work with Locals?

No—love ties it all together. 

What is your picture of heaven?

A musical—where even our fights are part of a harmonious music.

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Government Efficiency: Don’t Know What Ya Got Till it’s Gone

Recently, I had the opportunity to experience government efficiency at work, and I am so very grateful.  

While getting boarding passes to fly to France on a recent Friday, I was told my passport would expire before our return, so I could not get on the plane. Needless to say, panic ensued before grief set in. Fortunately, San Francisco has one of three offices in California with same-day passport service. With great hope and high anxiety, I was in line at the Federal Building at 7:30am Monday morning. At 8am, a security guard let me inside. By 9:30am, I had an appointment. At 3:30pm, I picked up my new passport.

People, this is our government (and our taxes) at work for us.

Every employee that day was kind, helpful and “efficient.” Meanwhile, Donald Trump and his cronies are working tirelessly to eliminate federal agencies and fire federal employees. Why? Because they think nothing has value unless it profits them personally. 

Right now, they are gunning for Social Security and the U.S. Postal Service. True, efforts to privatize both precede Trump. But until 47, there was never a federal agency with the purpose and authorization to destroy other federal agencies.

DOGE was created to dismantle our government so that wealthy businesspeople could buy and profit from critical government services. Social Security and the Postal Service are just two of the largest and most visible agencies the Trump regime is trying to dismantle. 

We may never know the extent to which DOGE accessed and utilized our private information when Musk’s techies invaded Social Security Administration offices. We do know that 7,000 jobs were cut and dozens of offices were closed. Ten thousand postal workers were forced out.

Trump, who has made at least $3 billion as president, and Musk, who has profited to the tune of $38 billion from U.S. government contracts, will never need Social Security or the USPS. But for millions of Americans, these agencies are absolute lifelines. Is DOGE going to audit Musk’s contracts? Or Trump’s taxes? The hypocrisy could not be more blatant.

Inanna LaFevre is a North Bay-based writer.

Petaluma Director Brings Horror to National Cinemas

The theatrical release and box office explosion of the new A24 psychological horror film, Backrooms, represent a landmark moment in modern cinema. It serves as the intersection of three major contemporary cinematic trends: the box office dominance of horror, the mainstream acceptance of a new YouTube-to-cinema pipeline and a successful push to get Gen Z into movie theaters instead of streaming from home.

The smash success of Backrooms and last month’s Obsession has me seeing a future for movie theaters that, just a year ago, felt impossible.

With chain cinemas closing all over the country, it recently felt like the communal theater-going experience was on its way to extinction. But if small movies like these can not only get the under-30 crowd back into seats but also end up dethroning Star Wars at the box office, we’re entering unprecedented times for small-to-mid-budget films.

Directed by Kane Parsons—just 17 when his initial short film went viral on YouTube—Backrooms signals a massive shift in how Hollywood discovers talent and concepts. As major studios increasingly look to digital spaces for fresh intellectual property, this film stands not just as a bastion for the future of cinema, but as a testament to the creepiness of “liminal space” horror and the inherent power of “mindf**k” cinema that challenges our perception of reality.

To understand why a studio like A24 scrambled to greenlight a feature-length film based on a series of YouTube videos directed by a Petaluma teenager, one has to look at the current state of the film industry, where horror movies are experiencing a massive, sustained golden age. While traditional blockbusters struggle to draw audiences away from streaming services, horror has proven to be uniquely bulletproof. It’s a genre designed for the communal, theatrical experience. Audiences want to scream together in a dark room.

Horror also consistently delivers astronomical returns on investment. Look at The Blair Witch Project. It made $250 million on a $200,000 budget. That’s a return studios will never stop chasing.

What Parsons has done brilliantly with his theatrical debut is not just gracefully expanding on that initial concept of someone accidentally “noclipping” out of reality and into an infinite, randomly segmented maze of empty rooms. The film is anchored with two absolutely remarkable actors: Chiwetel Ejiofor and Renate Reinsve. Ejiofor plays a depressed and struggling furniture store owner who discovers the backrooms in his basement, while Reinsve plays his skeptical therapist, who worries for his mental health.

With two actors of such extraordinary caliber grounding the film, even the long, silent stretches of the characters walking through the distorted, impossible, yellow rooms become fraught with tension. Both effortlessly convey this dread using just their eyes. It’s a masterclass in physical performance that I’m shocked such a young filmmaker was able to cultivate.

The concept of Backrooms taps perfectly into the phenomenon of “liminal spaces”—places like schools, malls or offices that are usually bustling with people, but become deeply eerie and unnatural when completely vacant. Note: Please don’t let this become the fate of all movie theaters.

The film contains many moments where absolutely nothing scary is in frame, yet the alien strangeness of the environment is profoundly unsettling and induces a deeply primal dread. One character describes the backrooms as incomplete and incorrect memories taken from the minds of those who have become lost in the endless hallways. That scares the absolute hell out of me.

But Backrooms contains no jump scares or typical horror tropes. Instead, I would lovingly place the film within the genre of “Mindf**k” movies—psychological and surrealist films that actively attempt to distort reality, break logic and leave audiences questioning the world around them as they drive home. Mindf**k cinema transforms the act of watching a movie from a passive experience into an active, intellectual puzzle that, as with the best of movies, actively rewires the viewer’s brain.

Films like Christopher Nolan’s Memento and Inception, Charlie Kaufman’s Synecdoche, New York or basically anything from David Lynch refuse to hand the audience easy answers. Instead, they force viewers to decipher shifting timelines, unreliable narrators and dream-logic. It’s fun. I swear.

Backrooms embodies this genre perfectly by weaponizing spatial and psychological disorientation. The horror doesn’t come from monsters jumping out of corners, but from the existential dread of infinity, the breakdown of linear time and the terrifying realization that the architecture around you makes absolutely no sense. It forces the human brain to confront a space that looks at once deeply familiar yet fundamentally wrong.

While the film makes a few minor rookie mistakes with its script—making too many things literal that could have been understood on a purely instinctual level—it’s an astonishingly assured and tonally immaculate first feature by such a young filmmaker.

Backrooms might not convert anyone who inherently dislikes being spooked at the movies, but it’s worth watching for the anti-horror crowd simply to see how atypical the genre can be when approached by someone with a singular vision. It’s filmmaking like this that saves the theatrical experience just as much as Top Gun or Ryan Gosling. Let’s see where this goes.

‘Backrooms’ is currently playing at Rialto Cinemas and on other local screens.

Drinking Buddies

 There was an awkward “Bro” hug, and then mutual backslaps. Guys nights out always seem to start this way. 

The other universal greeting, the handshake, is similar in that there is a right way and a wrong way. And those two things are contingent upon who the friends are. Don’t believe me? Try giving your boss a very aggressive handshake and just see how that goes.

“Dude!” was posited.

“Dude!” was reciprocated.

The basics of male friendships aren’t very complicated. Proving that point, two whiskeys were ordered. Easy peasy.

“Hey, sorry about last time,” said one of the two men.

“No problem,” replied the other man. “I was just a little annoyed that you forgot your wallet after what had happened before.”

“It was an honest mistake,” said the first man, stirring his whiskey with his finger. “I did really appreciate you helping me move.”

“Yeah, but when I had to help you move, and then I had to buy you dinner too, that kind of irritated me.”      

They both sat in silence for a while, rotating the large spherical ice cubes in their glasses with their fingers, the whiskey sheeting down like prescient reddish clouds on a crystal ball.

Menus weren’t even glanced at.

“You have hamburgers, right?”

“We do,” replied the bartender.

“Two cheeseburgers then, with bacon.”

That man smiled at the single woman sitting next to him. It wasn’t clear whether it was because of that, or for other reasons, until it was clear.

“What are you drinking? he asked the woman.

“Rosé,” she said.

And then he went back to talking to his friend.

The two men then sat side by side staring at the sporting event on the TV. Nothing was said again, until the burgers—cheeseburgers—arrived.

“Another round,” said the first man, making a circling motion.

“I’m fine,” said the second man.

“Come on, I’m taking care of you for taking care of me,” said Man 1.

“You don’t have to do that,” replied Man 2.

“But I want to.”

“Sure, but I have to use the bathroom first.”

The second man got up and went to the restroom all by himself, an observable behavior peculiar to just the male of the species.

“Let me get you another,” said Man 1, turning his attention back to the single woman on the other side of him.

“Sure,” said the woman.

That brief superfluous conversation ended the minute his friend returned.

More drinks followed. And more food. And another glass of wine for that woman. Gratitude can so often be gratuitous. Dessert and coffee then followed. It was the full ride.

The only thing in the restaurant equation more annoying than waiting for your first drink, is waiting for your check. And the last thing a person reliant on gratuities should ever do, is irritate someone right before they figure out exactly what that will be.

“I got this,” said Man 1, extravagantly producing his credit card.

He said something similar when that card was declined, and also when the next one was.

“Will you take a check?” he asked the bartender.

Not likely, after two declined credit cards.

His friend was now forced to produce his own credit card, because if your friend can’t pay, you are going to have to, it’s the law.

“I can’t believe this,” said Man 2, looking at the extravagant bill, with two drinks for a complete stranger, that he was now forced to pay.

“Sorry, dude,” said Man 1.

Leaving me with these thoughts:

• What do you call a friend without any benefits? Asking for a friend.

• “Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on you,” said circus man PT Barnum.

• Just kidding, PT Barnum never actually said that. He did say “There’s a sucker born every minute.”

• Nope, he never said that either.

• Sometimes drinking buddies aren’t really buddies, sometimes they’re not even friends.

Invasive Glassy-Winged Sharpshooter Found in North Bay Costco Stores

As if the wine industry didn’t have enough issues—declining consumption and climate change to start—now an invasive insect that can spread deadly diseases to grapevines and other plants has arrived.

The glassy-winged sharpshooter just hitched a ride from a Fresno nursery to Costco stores across Northern California, including those in Sonoma and Marin counties. That could spell trouble for the region, considering the non-native leafhopper established itself in Southern and Central California in the 1990s, damaging thousands of acres of plants ever since.

Local agriculture officials need the public’s help to stop the destructive pest from taking up residence here, where it doesn’t belong. Time is of the essence, because it poses a threat to wine country’s vineyards, as well as citrus trees and ornamental plants in the entire region.

Customers who recently purchased grapevine plants from Costco in Santa Rosa, Rohnert Park and Novato should call their local department of agriculture.

Egg masses, nymphs and adults turned up at the Sonoma County stores. In Marin, inspectors found eggs and nymphs in the plant material.

“We’ve never seen anything like this before,” said Pierpaolo Aymar, Sonoma County’s deputy agriculture commissioner.

Prior to the Costco infestation, Sonoma County inspectors had occasionally spotted a glassy-winged sharpshooter egg mass at a retail store. Aymar saw one adult last year, ensnared during a routine trapping program that placed hundreds of traps around the county.

Marin Agricultural Commissioner Joe Deviney describes similar past experiences. His staff has intercepted the insect during store inspections. But it’s rare.

According to Deviney, the current situation is different because the infested plant material went to select Costco locations in multiple Northern California counties, including nearby Alameda, Contra Costa, Mendocino, Napa, San Mateo, Santa Clara and Solano.

“And then many of the plants were purchased and left the scene,” Deviney noted. “They’re out in the wild now.”

By “in the wild,” he means they’re sitting on patios or already planted in gardens. About 132 grapevine plants are unaccounted for in Marin, with Sonoma County still trying to track down 158 plants.

How did this catastrophe happen? Fresno County Deputy Agricultural Commissioner Amanda Zito explained to the Pacific Sun what went wrong.

All the infested plants originated from Burchell Nursery in Fresno County, a region that has been dealing with the glassy-winged sharpshooter for years. Burchell is in an area of concern, close enough to the county’s established quarantine zone that officials placed the nursery under a compliance agreement in 2024, Zito said.

Before plants leave the nursery, Burchell is obligated to notify the receiving county’s agriculture department that a shipment will be arriving. Additionally, the nursery must provide a “blue tag,” basically a hold notice informing the vendor to contact their agriculture commissioner for an inspection prior to selling the plants.

Burchell skipped those steps entirely.

According to Zito, the nursery has had high staff turnover, and new employees weren’t familiar with the shipping requirements.

Fresno County responded swiftly, shutting down Burchell’s shipping and instructing the nursery to treat its entire yard with pesticide. Going forward, a new compliance agreement requires that Burchell conduct a 100% visual inspection and pesticide treatment for every plant shipment headed to partially or non-infested counties.

Both Aymar and Deviney emphasize that Costco is not at fault and cooperated fully. In fact, even without the blue tag, the Santa Rosa location called the Sonoma County Department of Agriculture to ask whether inspectors wanted to see the Burchell Nursery shipment.

“Thankfully, because of our good relationship with Costco, they tend to call us when they’re not sure if plant material needs inspection,” Aymar said. “We wouldn’t have known otherwise.”

Sonoma County sounded the alarm, and counties across Northern California were alerted. To prevent a potential infestation, officials need every person who purchased the grapevine plants from Costco to contact them.

“We’ll put up a trap, we’ll do a survey of the area, we’ll take care of the plant completely, and Costco will give you your money back,” Deviney stated.

Calls have begun trickling in. Last week, Marin collected eight of the plants. Fortunately, they didn’t find glassy-winged sharpshooter eggs, nymphs or adults. About 40 people have reached out to Sonoma County, and they are also collecting and inspecting the plants.

“We’ve got a ways to go here,” Aymar said. “I’m hoping that in the next week or two, there’s a big push, and people contact us.”

The urgency stems from the glassy-winged sharpshooter’s feeding habits. As its needle-like mouth penetrates plant tissue, this leafhopper can transmit the bacterium Xylella fastidiosa, which causes the deadly Pierce’s disease in grapevines.

Xylella fastidiosa also produces diseases in other types of plants. Since the pest feeds on more than 250 plants, residential gardens are just as susceptible to damage as commercial vineyards.

Still, Aymar and Deviney stress that the biggest concern is for the region’s grapevine plants. Sonoma has 60,000 acres of wine grapes, and Napa has 40,000. Marin has less than 200.

If an infestation takes hold, eradication methods exist. Yellow sticky traps lure the insects. Organic sprays can be applied in residential areas. And another insect could come to the rescue.

“There’s a parasitic wasp that doesn’t hurt humans, doesn’t hurt dogs, doesn’t hurt birds,” Deviney said. “It’s very, very specific, and it lays its eggs in the eggs of glassy-wing sharpshooters. And then when the egg hatches, the larva of the wasp consumes it.”

At this point, Marin and Sonoma counties have seen no indication of an infestation “in the wild.”  The agriculture commissioners would like to keep it that way, with the public’s help.

Anyone who bought grapevines at Costco locations in Sonoma and Marin counties from April 19-May 21 should double-bag the plants immediately and contact their local agriculture department. Do not place potentially infested plant material into the trash, compost or green waste.

In Sonoma County, call 707.565.2371 or email So******@**********ty.gov. Marin County residents, call 415.473.7888.

Change of Habit: 6th Street Playhouse Stages ‘Sister Act’

Adaptations of film and television shows into stage musicals range from the fairly faithful (The Producers, any Disney film) to the barely recognizable (The Addams Family Musical). Sister Act, now running at Santa Rosa’s 6th Street Playhouse through June 27, falls into the latter category.

Sitcom writers Bill and Cheri Steinkellner have taken the core of the 1992 Whoopi Goldberg  crime comedy and, with composer Alan Menken and lyricist Glenn Slater, turned what was an occasionally sweet fish-out-of-water tale with musical moments into a full-blown musical comedy. 

Lounge singer wanna-be Deloris Van Cartier (Majesty Scott) witnesses a murder by her loutish boyfriend, Curtis Jackson (Isiah Carter), and is soon whisked off by a helpful police officer (Andrew Cedeño) to a local convent to hide out till she’s called to testify. She clashes with the cloister’s Mother Superior (Tracy Hinman) while bonding with the members of the order through music. It’s only a matter of time before Curtis locates Deloris and tries to eliminate her.  

Significant and sometimes incomprehensible changes include the setting (from San Francisco to Philadelphia), the period (from contemporary times to the 1970s), the characters (Why is a uniformed policeman handling such an important witness?) and the music.

While the film put a few religious and choral spins on songs like “I Will Follow Him,” this show introduces songs like “When I Find My Baby,” a creepy ’70s soul-style number about the terrible things Curtis is going to do to Deloris when he finds her. “My Guy” it ain’t.

There are a lot of very talented people involved in this strange show. Scott delivers a perfect Deloris, though her performance was undermined by poor audio. Hinman is well cast as the dour Mother Superior, and Carter is appropriately villainous as the crime boss, so much so that he was actually booed by the audience.    

The costumes by Barbara Page and Carolyn Bartlett are colorful, the choreography by Jorey Cantu is inventive and energetically delivered, and the disco-infused music is well-handled by an eight-piece band under the direction of Ginger Beavers.

The only point where this show and the film converge is with the character of Sister Mary Robert. Hannah Passanisi shines as the shy, reserved nun in search of her calling and delivers the only genuine emotional moment with “The Life I Never Led.” 

It’s not director Megan Bartlett’s fault that what’s missing from most of Sister Act is reverence for the source material. 

‘Sister Act’ runs through June 27 in the GK Hardt Theatre at 6th Street Playhouse, 52 W. 6th Street, Santa Rosa. Thur–Sat, 7:30pm; Sat & Sun, 2pm. $32–$56. 707.523.4185. 6thstreetplayhouse.com.

I’m With Her, Folk Trio Supergroup at LBC

Roots and Americana music has been enjoying a well-deserved resurgence in the last decade plus, and that genre of music naturally lends itself to collaboration with other musicians. Kind of like more acoustic-based musicians of yore getting together on an old-timey porch to swap songs, share stories and harmonize. 

This intimate form of musicianship is beautifully represented by the female folk trio I’m With Her, which features singer/songwriters Sarah Jarosz, Aoife O’Donovan and Sara Watkins. The group’s tour stops at Santa Rosa’s Luther Burbank Center on Saturday, June 6.

Speaking by phone from her Los Angeles area home, Sara Watkins explained the origins of the band. “I met Aoife (pronounced EE-fuh) at the Philadelphia Folk Festival, and I met Jarosz at the Dripping Springs Songwriting Festival in Texas,” she recalled. As happens frequently at music festivals, there’s some down time, and musicians jam together for fun and inspiration.

Watkins said the first notion of the three doing something more official came about at yet another, completely different festival, this time in Colorado. 

“We found ourselves assigned to be on stage together, which we were very happy about because we were all friends and got together a little ahead of that workshop just to arrange a couple of harmonies and songs that we could do. And that process was just very easy,” she noted. “In addition to liking how our voices sounded together, just the communication was really easy to just whip something up quite quickly and that we were happy with.” From there, the folk supergroup of sorts was born.

If Sara Watkins’ name sounds familiar, it’s because she first came to prominence in another folk-based trio, Nickel Creek, who one could argue were at the forefront of the mainstream popularization of folk over the last few decades.

That band consists of Watkins on fiddle; her brother, Sean Watkins, on guitar; and well-respected mandolin player Chris Thile. Nickel Creek scored some radio air-time with the lovely if not unlikely 2000 hit song “When You Come Back Down” and went on to win a Grammy in 2002 for Best Contemporary Folk Album with This Side.

That group has been on hiatus since 2023 as members have been off doing other things. And this brings us back to I’m With Her, who themselves won a Grammy for Best American Roots Song in 2020 with “Call My Name” and yet again won that same Grammy this year for their song “Ancient Light.” 

While certainly proud of the myriad awards she’s won thus far in her career, Watkins doesn’t dwell when asked what they mean to her. Instead, she steers more towards the notion of how to be a successful creative. “I mean, success is largely determined by the process, creating something that we’re really proud of,” she said. 

Practicality aside, Watkins leans heavily into the reason she and her I’m With Her bandmates make the time to keep this project going, even though all three are spread across the United States. She observed, “It’s really nice that we feel very lucky to have this tour that we continue to get to be on and play these shows that we’re very, very proud of. We genuinely love to play these songs live for people.” 

Digging in on this, she added, “We can only afford to keep making records and being a band if people show up, so we want it to make it worth people’s while. We want them to have the kind of memorable concert experience that we all hold so dear as audience members.”

I’m With Her performs at 8pm, Saturday, June 6, at the Luther Burbank Center for the Arts, 50 Mark West Springs Rd., Santa Rosa. For tix, visit lutherburbankcenter.org. For more info on the band, visit imwithherband.com.

On-Air Arrival: ‘The Drive’ Producer Aurelio Aguilar 

Aurelio Aguilar was hired by Wine Country Radio to be an on-air producer and board operator for The Drive, their flagship program. He was not hired to be the co-host. 

That is a position he won for himself, out of consistent competency and on-air chemistry with show host (and Bohemian and Pacific Sun editor) Daedalus Howell. It’s a wonder—because the 26 year old is just nine months into the job. As one listens to their drive time show, they will hear the two co-hosts getting to know each other, even as they banter like old friends.

One gets to know the North Bay too; interviews are The Drive’s mainstay, and the program hosts the whole pageant panoply of the North Bay—the reformers, the rebels, authority figures, folx, story tellers and true characters—up to 25 a week. If being a live radio host takes insouciance, being a live radio producer takes sang froid— the thought of his work makes me jumpy. For even as he does his bits, Aguilar’s job is to keep the program flowing even as things go wrong, and to keep things tight (within the industry, “dead air” is called “audience poison”). 

I booked a little time to peer into the inner workings of local radio and to mark this man on the rise (“Aurelio” means golden).

Cincinnatus Hibbard: With so much to do all at once, how do you not panic? (laughing)

Aurelio Aguilar: It was a little panicky at first. I like to do my best. But I learned to take things as they come and not worry about it—at the end of the day, people really don’t care if you mess up (laughs). I also have the security of knowing that I have a plan b and a plan c to fall back on—like a song to play.

The tone of the show is pretty easygoing.

It’s a ‘getting to know you’ type of show. The best part of the work is seeing 

guests come in with totally unique stories and perspectives. Some bring knick-knacky gifts and snacks.

This is not your first rodeo (radio). A local boy, you recently graduated from Sonoma State University with a degree in communications. I understand you had two radio programs on their station, K-Sun?

The first was called Fables, Flicks, and Flops. It was about mytho-zoology—mythical creatures like the Loch Ness Monster or aliens as they appear in urban legends, conspiracies, favorite movies and flops. Tangents shot out in all directions from there. My co-hosts were Brady Eck, Amanda Davis. The other one was called Suplex Society with Javier Ruvelas. It focused on the WWE—both the wrestling and the story telling. It was sort of a basement chat with a friend. I’ve been a host as well as a co-host, but I’m learning a lot from Daedalus (Howell) about how to be a professional.

What is your ambition with radio?

To step in as a substitute host. Maybe doing more advertisements to get my voice out in the public as a media personality. 

Maybe a recurring segment on ‘The Drive’…

Actually I have an idea for that—do you remember Car Talk on NPR? I would like to do something like that. I’m also a professional mechanic. And since this is The Drive, I think this segment was made for it (laughs). I could also bring back Fables, Flicks, and Flops.

Daedalus Howell is a filmmaker. I believe his last film was called ‘Werewolf Serenade,’ so that sounds like a certainty.

Learn more: visit thedrive955.com.

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