Talking Pictures

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Heart of Lightness

By David Templeton

Writer David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate post-film conversation. This time out, he takes the loquacious psychiatrist/author Dennis Gersten to find the implied mystical messages in Disney’s George of the Jungle.

Dr. Dennis Gersten squeezes into his seat and–after setting his pack on the floor–takes stock of our collected provisions: there’s popcorn, of course, and a couple glasses of mineral water. He’s brought along a copy of his controversial new book, Are You Getting Enlightened or Losing Your Mind? (Harmony, 1997), along with a thick black notebook crammed to overflowing with potentially useful papers.

While we await the film, Gersten–a widely respected San Diego psychiatrist–passes the time by presenting me with a string of items from his papery trove, including a copy of his bimonthly publication, Atlantis–“the Imagery Newsletter”–and a colorful pamphlet describing a multilevel-marketed nutritional product that he happens to sell on the side.

Finally, he pulls a pen and a pad of lined yellow paper from his bag and settles back. Propping the pad on his knee, he explains, “If I don’t take notes, I’ll never remember the movie enough to discuss it later.”

“Is this usually how you prepare to see a movie? I ask, stifling my amazement.

“Oh no,” he shakes his head. “Never. As a moviegoer, I’m always totally right-brained. I’m very non-analytical. I just plunge into it. Therefore my recall is not usually very good.” Glancing up at the blank screen, he taps his pad, adding, “I wouldn’t want anyone to think I wasn’t taking this seriously.”

I nod appreciatively, genuinely impressed by his commitment to the process.

And with that, George of the Jungle begins.

George, based on the offbeat, late-’60s TV show, is an abundantly silly comedy, a live-action spoof of a cartoon that itself a spoof of Tarzan movies. The title character (Brendan Frazier) is a simple, sweet, directionally challenged (“Watch out for that tree!”) jungle man who lives happily in a treehouse, with a wise gorilla (voice by John Cleese) for a butler/confidant/father figure. When Ursula, a San Francisco heiress (Leslie Mann), discovers George’s paradise, love blossoms. Then they all go to California.

“My first thought,” Gersten offers intently, as he consults his notes after the film, “is that the film is full of archetypal images, surprisingly powerful images–for a cartoon.”

As he reads from his list (George symbolizes “the hero, courageous, and innocent,” Ursula the “enchanted princess,” her socialite mother “the evil sorceress”), the good doctor exhibits both keen intensity and a profound and utter calm, a striking blend that seems appropriate in a person working to widen the overlap between Western psychiatric medicine and mystical spirituality.

“What intrigues me most in the movie is George’s relationship with the animal kingdom,” he remarks. “I just read an article on pet therapy in the Journal of Alternative Therapies. It’s amazing stuff. It shows that, if you’re sick, having a loyal pet is better for your recovery than having a loyal spouse.”

“Really?” I marvel. “Because . . .”

“Because of the unconditional love. Their non-judgmentalism. They don’t care what you look like, how much money you have, or how well dressed you are. Animals can be incredible teachers.”

For an example, he tells me about Leo, his own 15-year-old cat, a remarkable fellow who not only walks through walls (Gersten insists he has witnesses!) but has also been something of a spiritual teacher to other animals.

“I swear to God,” he laughs. “Starting when he was 2 years old, Leo would hold dharsham. He would sit at the top of my balcony and the other cats in the neighborhood would line up on the grass below, as if they were taking dharsham from Leo. This went on for years. He’s also the only cat I’ve ever known who was attracted to spiritual objects.

“It might be a statue of Shiva, an image of the madonna, or a picture of my own teacher, Sai Baba; Leo would find it and curl up in front of it.” Though seriously injured in a recent run-in with a car, Gersten adds, Leo is adapting to his inactive convalescence with dignity and a discernible humility. “Any other cat would have given up to despair,” he says. “But not Leo. He is truly an enlightened animal.”

“And speaking of enlightenment,” I segue, “how does our George stack up. He’s a reasonably enlightened figure, right?”

“For a cartoon character? Yes,” Gersten replies, seriously. He glances back at his notes, then produces a worksheet showing the states of consciousness.

“Let’s compare him to the five core human values that come from the East,” he says. “They are truth, right action, peace, love, and non-violence. The practice of any of those leads in the direction of enlightenment.

“Now, George is pretty solid with truth. He’s completely guileless. And in terms of right action, he’s pretty solid there, too, a typical hero–a hero being the person who does the right thing in spite of fear.” George also passes the test on peace, and gets through love with flying colors.

“As far as non-violence goes, though,” Gersten shakes his head, “held to the highest standard, George appears to be enjoying himself a bit too much during his fight scenes. An enlightened person may resort to self-defense, but does not relish the inflicting of pain. So, on the whole, I would say George is on the path to enlightenment, but still has some work to do.”

Just for yucks, we compare all the major characters in the film to this test, and one person does turn out to be a perfect example of the enlightened soul.

“The ape,” Gersten beams, “was a true guru. Like Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, all the great teachers, he was an embodiment of all the human values, maintained at a very high level. Not bad for a cartoon character, is it?”

Web exclusive to the July 24-30, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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SSI Cuts & Drug Treatment

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Street Wise

By Dylan Bennett

In better times, heroin addict Johnny Jones lived with his wife in a trailer park. To placate his addiction, he received treatment at a methadone program. With methadone–a synthetic narcotic that helps decrease or eliminate the craving for heroin–he escaped a low life of shooting dope to ease chronic back pain, a jaw-clenching reminder of two major spinal injuries incurred in the military and in a car accident. All things considered, Jones–molested and abused as a child, and prone to explosive, violent behavior–was doing OK.

Today, Jones bivouacks in the urban landscape, homeless, sleeping in the back of a messy, cluttered old car on the streets of Santa Rosa. He works odd jobs, despite the constant pain from both his back injuries and hunger. “It’s killing me,” he says of his situation.

The government money he once received for his disability is gone, cut off by a new law, and with it the additional money that paid for methadone treatment.

When the last dose of methadone runs out, the future of the burly, unwashed Jones is a prescription for death. Without treatment he could easily return to cheap vodka, a $100-a-day heroin habit, and a steady gig pushing heroin.

Jones is one of hundreds of drugs addicts and alcoholics in Sonoma County whose Supplemental Security Income also brought Medi-Cal-paid drug treatment and counseling. Now, they are back on the streets without money, and without access to drug treatment since federal legislation implemented on Jan. 1 left them ineligible for the benefits.

The new law, part of the Contract with America ushered in by the Republican-led Congress, promises to increase crime, spread disease, siphon the county budget, and push deserving, well-intentioned people out of drug treatment, according to local officials. They say the funding cuts shift a significant financial burden from the federal government to the county as those slashed from cash benefits and treatment return to homelessness, drug abuse and dealing, theft, and prostitution, and ultimately end up in local hospitals and jails and on local economic relief.

“We’ve got hundreds of people who were in some kind of treatment, and now they are not,” says Sonoma County drug administrator Gino Giannavola. “I think it’s a tragedy. The problem didn’t go away. The people are still out there.”

In the past seven months, at least 73 heroin addicts countywide have lost funding for treatment at the two local methadone clinics. “I’m sure that the majority, if not all of them, are out there using heroin,” says methadone program director Brian Piercy of the Drug Abuse Alternative Center in Santa Rosa, which has lost 23 clients.

At the Santa Rosa Treatment Program, director Lee Tillman counts 50 heroin addicts no longer in treatment. Many of the addicts, he says, suffer from hepatitis and tuberculosis and are sure to spread their diseases via shared syringes and prostitution.

“I don’t think [Congress] really thought it through,” reflects Andrea Learned, executive director of Face to Face-Sonoma County AIDS Network. “They harmed a group of people who are entering recovery and need the income to make a change in their life. And they did it because they were angry about the infamous percentage of people who take advantage [of SSI programs].

“They also didn’t look at the long-term health cost of denying a large group of people preventative health care or access to treatment. If you can’t get SSI, you can’t afford private treatment. What are you to do? You are encouraged to continue to use drugs and alcohol.”

Both addicts and drug counselors predict increased crime as a result of the changes. “Those are persons out there and they are addicted,” says Giannavola tensely. “So if they don’t get the methadone, they are going to go out looking to score. They get into breaking into cars, houses . . . to feed the habit. Selling the body, whatever. Whatever it takes to get their fix.”

Jones echoes that analysis: “If the government thinks taking people off SSI is going to change something, it will,” says the street-wise addict. “The crime rate is going to go through the roof. More dealing, petty theft, and strong-arm robbery than ever before. People who cannot go out and work have to do something.”

More SSI cuts leave people out in the cold.

Lori McElroy of Santa Rosa, an alcoholic, was scheduled to lose her Social Security Disability benefits this August. A timely letter asking for reconsideration has postponed the cutoff date. The looming cut, she says, would seriously jeopardize her family.

McElroy, 34, says she has been “clean and sober” for eight months, attends numerous support groups, sees both a psychotherapist and a psychiatrist, and is signed up for vocational rehabilitation. Unemployed since her alcoholism compromised her job performance, she has sclerosis of the liver and hepatitis. She and her 7-year-old daughter get $818 a month in SSI payments, plus about $100 in food stamps. Rent on their one-bedroom apartment is $560. With the change, she pays the PG&E bill and buys some food.

But McElroy says she needs more time to find a job that pays at least $9 per hour. By her reckoning, the cost of child care and loss of medical insurance would offset the benefits of a low-paying job. In addition, the fear of losing her daughter to Child Protective Services if she becomes homeless brings daily anxiety for the former Safeway meat department worker.

“I agree that some people are out there and they just don’t want to get sober and they just use their check [for drugs and alcohol], and that’s reality,” argues McElroy. “I know it’s hard to screen them, but there are people out there like me who really need help and would be devastated [by the cuts]. Their whole family would be torn apart.”

According to Mike Humphrey, executive director of Community Resources for Independence, a non-profit independent living center, drug addicts and alcoholics are not conveniently moved “from welfare to work,” regardless of popular political beliefs.

“Alcoholism and drug addiction have been known to be just that, an addiction,” asserts Humphrey. “People don’t have the ability to just say, ‘No, I don’t want to do it.’ They have to eventually go into treatment and get some assistance. It might have been more appropriate to have some kind of time limit where a person could be eligible, rather than [imposing] cold turkey and kicking everybody off.”

As the law went into effect, public agencies scrambled to help clients keep benefits by reclassifying them to a different disability, usually a physical or mental classification. In Sonoma County, two thirds of those cut failed to get reclassified, a daunting bureaucratic process for many disabled people who often don’t have complete medical records, access to doctors and transportation, or coping skills to negotiate the review process.

Disabled SSI recipients and treatment advocates say individuals faced brief reviews from Social Security doctors who appeared determined to purge the rolls of the disabled toward a predetermined outcome. “They ran us through like cattle just to get rid of us,” grumbles Jones.

Of 693 Sonoma County residents receiving SSI under the drug and alcohol classification, 438 had their benefits terminated. Of those appealing the cuts or seeking reclassification, 261 were denied. In all, 177 recipients simply never contacted the Social Security Administration.

The latter group, many fear, may be the most disabled of all. Drug addiction and alcoholism often mask other serious maladies such as post-traumatic stress disorder among war veterans, depression, manic-depression, schizophrenia, HIV, back problems, heart conditions, and liver and spinal disorders. About 50 percent of all the mentally ill have substance-abuse problems stemming from their efforts to medicate themselves.

“The big thing here is that a lot of people have fallen through the cracks,” says Humphrey. He relates the story of a woman with a multiple personality disorder who came to his agency after three or four months of being homeless. She didn’t remember getting the letter of termination.

Ironically, Humphrey says, over the last decade getting disability for psychiatric reasons was very difficult and many mentally ill people were advised to apply for disability under a drug or alcohol classification.

Looking to a solution, Andrea Learned of Face to Face argues that Medi-Cal eligibility should be separated from SSI, so low-income people can get funding for treatment, but not necessarily cash support. “I don’t like the way they did it, but I also understand the presumption that because someone uses substances, many of which are illegal, the government should agree to pay for their daily expenses isn’t great public policy either,” she says. “You don’t want to be sending this population the message that we’ll support you in this, unconditionally.

“But I would argue that, in the case of this law, the harm outweighs the help.”

From the July 24-30, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Wine Country Film Festival

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Lights Out

Equal: The documentary ‘Mandela’ screens Aug. 8 at the Valley of the Moon cinema.

Wine Country Film Festival’s lucky 11

By Gretchen Giles

THIS IS AN EXPERIENCE of transformation,” says Wine Country Film Festival co-founder Stephen Ashton from his Glen Ellen office. “And if it’s programmed in the way that we intend to program it, it can wake us up as human beings.”

A tall order that, and one that the WCFF seems handily up to. Now in its 11th year, this prestigious event–which began as a four-day festival and now stretches itself languorously over four full weeks–features documentaries, shorts, and feature-length film of unusual quality, shown in unusual settings, with the somewhat unusual premise of presenting fine art in filmmaking.

Screened in two counties, Napa showings continue through July 27 indoors at the Uptown Cinemas and outside at the Williams Hill Winery (WHW). Beginning July 30, screenings are held in Sonoma County at the Sebastiani Theatre and in a new al fresco Valley of the Moon (VOM) cinema erected in Jack London Park.

Past premieres at the WCFF have included last year’s first North American showing of the Georgian-made Chef in Love, which was honored with an Academy Award nomination this year. Their tribute to director Jonathan Demme also launched Demme’s award-winning Married to the Mob to general audiences. As for this year, Ashton says, “I think that we have more discoveries than ever before.”

Among his discoveries, Ashton cites as wonderful picks the indie film Plan B (VOM; Aug. 1), starring Jon Cryer, a comic look at four friends who find themselves somewhat on the lesser side of success as their 20s give way; and Still Breathing (WHW; July 26) with Celeste Holm, Lou Rawls, and Brendan Fraser as an odd trilogy of folks struggling against life. A cabernet and cigar do accompanies the screening of Still Breathing, and Holm will appear.

Other highlights include Graveyard of Dreams (VOM; July 31), a meditation on the absurdity of war by Giorgi Haindrava, once a political prisoner in the former Soviet state of Georgia, who filmed Graveyard during actual battles, losing some actors to war during the making of the film. Haidrava will be in attendance.

At the outdoor cinema situated on his old property, a special tribute to writer Jack London is hosted as Call of the Wild (VOM; Aug. 2), shown with a special dinner and reception.

Director Philip Kaufman (The Unbearable Lightness of Being) discusses his survival story White Dawn (VOM; Aug. 3), starring Lou Gossett Jr. and Warren Oates as whalers stranded in 19th-century Alaska among the Inuit; and director and Sam Peckinpah authority Paul Seydor screens his The Wild Bunch: An Album in Montage (Sebastiani; Aug. 3). Culled from recently discovered behind-the-scenes footage taken of Peckinpah and cast on the set of The Wild Bunch, Album deconstructs Peckinpah’s brilliant vision.

The festival formally ends with the screening of Carla’s Song (VOM; Aug. 9), a political love story set in Glasgow and Nicaragua. Awards for films made tops in audience picks for best documentary, first-time feature film, and short films will be given that night.

“We’re dedicated to giving people an opportunity to see things that they wouldn’t otherwise be able to,” says Ashton simply.

From the July 24-30, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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SSI Cuts

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Slipping Fast

BESIDES the hundreds of drug and alcohol addicts, the safety net has disappeared for thousands of other people in Sonoma County who are losing benefits in the wake of recent changes in federal welfare law. Judy McMaster, an analyst with the Sonoma County Human Services Department, says 1,600 legal immigrants are losing eligibility for food stamps and Aid to Families with Dependent Children. Another 5,400 AFDC recipients need to find work, anywhere from 20 to 32 hours per week, to remain eligible for food stamps. About 750 local residents already have been cut from the federal food stamp program.

Meanwhile, 705 elderly and disabled legal immigrants on SSI and another 190 people receiving In-Home Support Services have had their benefits extended through September.

From the July 24-30, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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CD Reviews

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Dog Dazed


Dana Siles

Smokin’: Reggae superstar Burning Spear returns with a great summer disc.

Cool tunes to break that hot spell

By Greg Cahill

IT’S SUMMERTIME and the living is, well, downright sticky. But these dog days of summer are notable not only for their heat, but also for their ability to generate distinctly summer tunes–usually graced by the word “summer” in the title of lyric–you know, those songs that come to epitomize the glorious misspent days of our youth. Sly and the Family Stone’s “Hot Fun in the Summertime” or DJ Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince’s “Summertime,” for instance. You get the idea.

This year, however, seems uniquely devoid of a signature summertime hit. “I mean, what are you gonna listen to, Sheryl Crowe or something?” a friend responded sarcastically when queried about her current summer picks. “That’s crap!”

Don’t despair–unless, of course, you’re in a gothic mood. There’s plenty of new music, and a couple of noteworthy books, out there to cool your fevered brow.

But first, you’ll need to pick up a couple of good reads for languishing at the beach, feet planted firmly in the wet sand (preferably while skipping out of work). Former Rolling Stone music editor and cultural historian Greil Marcus is back with Invisible Republic: Bob Dylan’s Basement Tapes (Henry Holt; $22.50), which posits that you can trace the 200-plus year history of popular American culture through Dylan’s heavily bootlegged 1967 sessions with the Band. Marcus is best when he sticks to Dylanography and less interesting when he wanders the back roads of America’s gothic past. Still, it’s an often insightful look at one of pop’s most enigmatic figures.

On the other hand, John Szwed’s Space Is the Place: The Lives and Times of Sun Ra (Pantheon; $29.95), an often fascinating look at jazzman Herman Poole Blount (aka Sun Ra–the avant-gardist who claimed to be from Saturn), uncovers the mysterious early years of this innovator, but fails to uncover the man behind the myth.

Nova Bossa: Red Hot on Verve (Hot/Verve), the companion CD to this spring’s big-name AIDS benefit disc Red Hot + Rio, sizzles with languid and sultry Afrocentric Brazilian rhythms. It features the breathy tenor sax of Stan Getz, the aggressive rock-bossa beats of Gilberto Gil and Caetano Velosa, and the steamy samba of Baden Powell. And it just doesn’t get any sexier than Astrud Gilberto and Antonio Carlos Jobim’s sensuous “Agua de Beber.”

For a more contemporary spin on summer sambas, the aforementioned Red Hot + Rio teams pop maven David Byrne and Marissa Monte, international singing sensation Cesaria Evora and Anna Caram, Stereo Lab and Herbie Mann, and other rock, pop, jazz, and hip-hop artists.

But what’s a summer without at least one great reggae album? South African reggae star Lucky Dube offers Taxman (Shanachie), his first album in more than two years. Bristling with Peter Tosh­tough vocals, an underpinning of hard-rock guitar, and a refreshingly optimistic viewpoint, Dube deftly works the classic reggae styles of mentor Bob Marley while spicing up the island sounds with South African flavors. He ventures Aug. 2 to the upcoming Reggae on the River at Piercy in Humboldt County–the ultimate North Coast world music event of the hot summer season (the concert is sold out, but don’t let that stop you from showing up).

Reggae titan Burning Spear follows up his Grammy-nominated Rasta Business with Appointment with His Majesty (Heartbeat/Rounder). Arguably his best work in years, Appointment continues to draw on the teachings of black prophet Marcus Garvey as a source of inspiration.

Hot on the heels of True Life Blues, last year’s Grammy-winning all-star tribute to bluegrass founder Bill Monroe comes Legacy: A Tribute to the First Generation of Bluegrass, Bill Monroe, Flatt & Scruggs, the Stanley Brothers (Sugar Hill). Such second- and third-generation pickers as Peter Rowan, Ricky Skaggs, Doc Watson, Marty Stuart, Sam Bush, Jerry Douglas, and the Seldom Scene weigh in with one of the year’s best folk/country albums–as welcome as a cool mountain breeze blowing through the Georgia pines.

If that’s too rustic, check out Big Sandy & His Fly-Rite Boys’ Feelin’ Kinda Lucky (Hightone), the latest collection of upbeat heart-on-the-shirtsleeve odes from America’s favorite Western swing band. It just doesn’t get any cooler than “Bugtussle Saturday Night.”

Meanwhile, J. J. Cale’s Anyway the Wind Blows: The Anthology (Mercury) compiles 50 terrific tracks from the underrated career of one of rock’s finest singer/guitarist/songwriters. The songs included here have been widely covered by Lynyrd Skynyrd (“Call Me the Breeze”); Eric Clapton (“After Midnight,” “Cocaine”); Carlos Santana (“Sensitive Kind”), and others. But Cale’s original versions possess a unique, deceptively laid-back cadence built upon a complex arabesque of bluesy guitar riffs–a major influence on Dire Straits frontman Mark Knopfler.

Essential stuff for any serious rock hound; guaranteed to chase away those summertime blues.

From the July 24-30, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Timber Crest Farms

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Family Farm


Michael Amsler

In the Palm of Her Hands: Timber Crest Farms co-owner Ruth Waltenspiel combines business savvy with farming.

Tomatoes grow a success story

By Gretchen Giles

IT IS HARD not to get a small touristy thrill driving west on Healdsburg’s Dry Creek Road. Dipping and turning, the road to Lake Sonoma takes the car by quaint winery signs, acres and acres of vineyards, stoic restored Victorian homes, and Timber Crest Farms. Turn into Timber Crest’s driveway, lined as it is with the requisite grapelands, and drive up to the office.

Oh. From the many workers sitting down for their 10 a.m. break to the whirring of the processing machinery to the whoosh of the ovens to the hum of the huge cold storage sheds to the “Open” sign at the small retail store to the large office building itself–that’s where the realization hits that it’s Timber Crest Farms®, with a definite registered trademark.

Because while Timber Crest is most certainly in the business of family farming, this is nothing like what Pa Ingalls envisioned when he hitched up the Conestoga wagon to head out west. The emphasis here is on business. And what makes business so interesting is people.

Timber Crest co-owner Ruth Waltenspiel is one of those people who makes it so. A graceful blonde dynamo of a certain age, with young blue eyes and bright cherry lipstick, Waltenspiel emerges from her office in the back of the free-standing building that is comfortably filled with folks in jeans and clean tennies talking on the phones, taking meetings, feeding the fax, and doing the bulk mailing–a typical morning here at the family farm.

“Top of the day to you,” she says jovially, extending a well-manicured hand. Opening the main door of the office, she steps outside into the still-cool air to stand overlooking her vineyards. Across the road stand Timber Crest orchards, some of the last orchard land left in the county, most others having defaulted to the ever-growing demand for grapes.


Work in Progress: Tomato halves are aligned upright for drying.

Photo by Michael Amsler



Of the six crops that Ruth and her husband, Ronald, grow–apples, pears, peaches, prunes, and grapes among them–tomatoes are truly the love apple. Establishing their family farm on these 150 acres in 1957 (he overseeing the agriculture, she the business, they now own some 1,500 acres in the county, with additional acreage in Yolo and Solano counties), they raised instead, Waltenspiel cheerfully reports, “nothing but red ink.”

“So we said, ‘We’ve got to do something about that,” she continues. “Well, no,” she corrects with a laugh, “the bank said, ‘You’ve got to do something about that.'” The couple began drying their own fruit, selling primarily to the burgeoning health-foods industry of the early 1960s and making a simple living.

And then in 1980, Ruth took the family’s products to a fancy foods show in New York City. “About the best thing I can say about that venture,” she recounts, “was that they were underwhelmed. But in going to fancy markets, I saw that there were a lot of little bitty jars of dried tomatoes coming in from Italy, and they were selling at $12-$15 a jar. And I came back to California and I said, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we can grow a tomato or two in this state–we can do this product.’ And it took off like crazy. We just couldn’t even keep up with it.”

Today, Timber Crest does $10 million a year in business, 10 percent of it from dried tomatoes sold under the “Sonoma” label. As Waltenspiel leads the visitor through the farm’s processing areas, the mostly Hispanic workers (all of whom are offered a paid-for, books-and-all college or trade school education by the Waltenspiels) go back to washing, turning, drying, and scraping the tomatoes that run through five washings along conveyor belts. “Sun-dried” itself is something of a misnomer, as the hardy tomatoes aren’t quite hardy enough for field-drying, receiving their shrinkage in outdoor ovens instead.

Waltenspiel raises her voice above the din of the equipment; dull-orange earplugs shine in a worker’s ears. “Basically, we’re just a sole proprietorship, we’re not a corporation or anything fancy like that. I don’t want this to sound corny, but you can only wear so many shoes and you can only wear so many clothes, and I don’t want a great big house to take care of because that’s a lot of work, so we’ve just plowed it all back into the business. Because we enjoy it,” she says, stopping. “I genuinely enjoy what we do.”

Still entrenched in the health-foods markets and in such specialty chains as Trader Joe’s and Williams-Sonoma, Timber Crest’s sun-dried tomatoes show up in everything from Oroweat’s specialty breads to Wolfgang Puck’s gourmet frozen pizzas. After 17 years of seeing her most popular product grow, Waltenspiel is philosophical.

“I think that it’s about at its maximum,” she says. “Foods are just like clothes or colors or cars: what’s in today is out tomorrow. Some fads just totally go away; I don’t think that dried tomatoes will just totally go away because they’re such a useful ingredient.”

To remain competitive, Waltenspiel plans a trip driving the southernmost coast of the country, stopping in to personally meet clients, dropping in on food editors and librarians to talk about tastes, and trying regional foods.

Smiling, she confesses that she’s looking forward to eating “in strange little places to see if I can find another dried tomato. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” Waltenspiel shrugs, knowing that her luck has already been good. “You never know.”

Free tours of Timber Crest Farms are offered through September from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. 4791 Dry Creek Road, Healdsburg. 433-8251.

From the July 24-30, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Bits & Bobs

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Raves, Faves, and News


Michael Amsler

The Ice (Dream) Man Cometh: Installation artist Elmo May uses the cast-offs of childhood to create new life.

People tell us things–can you blame them?

By Gretchen Giles

Ice Cream, You Scream: “Those are molded ice cream lids,” laughs installation artist Elmo May, pointing to the light green (pistachio), sweet brown (chocolate), and pale pink (strawberry) rectangles hung with a repugnant beauty on the back wall of the California Museum of Art. “I work in a coffee shop and just kept pulling them off, and there they were,” he chuckles.

Doing little more than fixing the goo with a sealant and putting some of the lids in the dark to mold, May is among the artists exhibiting at the CMA’s “Registered” exhibit, one of three new shows at the museum. May’s installations will share the space with SRJC instructor Alan Azhederian’s quilted wood marvels, the work of painter Alice West, and the drawings of Susie Philips. Mark Gordon’s moody ceramic eggs and some ton of lava rock will occupy the main gallery (“Installed”), while found-object artist Zoltan Vasvary’s tall, lacy weldings made from railroad ties (“Nailed”) will fill the foyer.

But right now there’s a bunch of eclectic junk on the floor, track lighting sitting dejectedly in a box, and lots of free pastries laid out on a folding table: a child’s idea of the perfect museum experience. This might not disturb May.

“A lot of this is about childhood,” he says, standing near his second installation, one composed almost entirely of silvered milk cartons, “about how we compartmentalize our thoughts from childhood, and how we try to hold children up to standards that we can’t keep up with ourselves.”

Spare, dark, and clean, May’s installations have a surprising lyricism wrought from the change in context this former window dresser has wrung from his starting points. But he’s not looking to knock anyone out with his ego. “I’m sure for a lot of people it’s just going to be a bunch of moldy ice cream lids,” he shrugs with a smile.

The three exhibits show July 23-Sept. 21. A reception for the artists is slated for Friday, July 25, from 5 to 8 p.m.; Mark Gordon speaks at 7 p.m. At the Luther Burbank Center. Call 527-0297.

Down to the Ground

Two years ago the Gravity Art Festival, an adjunct event to April’s Apple Blossom do, was initiated. Stipulating that all works must examine the earth’s pull on matter, this event has before featured art that co-organizer Paul Stychno slyly reports looks as though it’s been run over by a tank.

A thinking man, Stychno devised a twist: he’s got a tank–a 25-ton Russian T-34 5-person tank, to be exact–and is inviting artists to exhibit in next year’s Gravity Art show with works that either have a certain hangdog appeal before being run over or will have a certain je ne sais quoi after squashing. Cuz squashing is exactly what the works will endure. Scarcely able to contain his glee over the phone, Stychno, along with fellow organizers, is compiling a jury of 12 peers (“a bunch of people who will walk around and drink beer”), and calls to artists will go out through the Sebastopol Center for the Arts early next year. We’ll keep our ears flat to the ground on this one. 829-4797.

On Stage

The Spreckels Performing Arts Center in Rohnert Park has announced its new season line-up, and among such regular attractions as the Festival of the Harps (Nov. 8), Spreckels has added a new wrinkle. Teaming up with the producers of the Russian River Jazz and Blues festivals, Spreckels introduces indoor jazz, with Bobby Hutcherson and his quartet enlivening the fall (Nov. 1), Charlie Byrd and his trio swinging through in the winter (Feb. 28), and the Cedar Walton Trio jamming it out in the spring (April 18).

The resident Pacific Alliance Stage Company begins the season with Lend Me a Tenor (Nov. 2-19), a mistaken-identity comedy whose laughter stems from backstage antics and the theatrical device of one door opening as another closes, thus confounding all but the audience. PASCO reprises the popular 1940s Radio Hour for its holiday show (Nov. 28-Dec. 7), and mounts the stage version of the popular Danny DeVito vehicle Other People’s Money (Feb 12-March 3) in its smaller theater in the spring, finishing the season with the pioneer drama Quilters (April 23-May 10).

The Smuin Ballets/SF return to Spreckels with their holiday two-act, consisting of “The Classical Christmas” and “The Cool Christmas” (Dec. 13-14). “Classical” plays it straight, with dancers swirling to Bach, traditional Hanukkah music, and Renaissance madrigals. “Cool” employs such artists as Louis Armstrong sending the lords a-leapin’, as well as music by lesser-known Cajun and African artists. For traditionalists, resident Ballet Califia stages its annual Nutcracker (Dec. 19-21), choreographed by company director David McNaughton. 584-1700.

From the July 24-30, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Isabella Rossellini

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Lie to Me

By David Templeton

I always lie. It entertains me. It’s like filling in a coloring book with crayons, it makes my stories brighter.
–Isabella Rossellini, Some of Me

In spite of Isabella Rossellini’s published confession to being a liar, she has a way of presenting herself in person that is so up front and forthcoming that one could easily assume that her exuberant remark about lying was itself a lie.

“Don’t let me fool you,” she laughs. “You mustn’t trust anything I say.” But it’s too late. The giddy crowd that has gathered here to witness Rossellini reading from her newly released, elegantly quirky book, Some of Me (Random House; $29.95), has already fallen under her spell; they would clearly believe anything she said.

In general, the authors at these book peddling events are treated somewhat like an odd hybrid between royalty and packaged meat. This morning however, as Rossellini takes the podium–after a glowing, excitedly stammering introduction by San Francisco’s Italian consul–it is clear that, in the eyes of this crowd, she is the queen, the goddess, the ultimate role model.

And yet she is convincingly humble, beaming at the applause and cheers that follow her reading. Dressed in a simple tan pants suit, wearing almost no make up, Rossellini is easily more gorgeous in person than ever on screen, and that’s saying something; the internationally known actress/model (Blue Velvet, Cousins, Wild at Heart, Big Night) is often numbered among the most beautiful women in the world.

But it is Rossellini the writer who is being honored today. Her generally well-reviewed, pseudo-autobiographical fantasy has leapt up as one of the most imaginative, sly, and charming among the spate of recent tell-all books. Some of Me, as the name implies, is hardly a tell-all at all; it’s a clever blend of memoir and gamesmanship, with the true stories told along with numerous snippets of picked-up wisdom and a series of her lovely, believably rendered conversations with her mother and father (Ingrid Bergman and Roberto Rossellini), ex-husband Martin Scorsese, ex-lover David Lynch, and others.

During the Q&A session, a woman in the front row–later identified as a professor of English–turns to address the crowd. “When I read this, I expected to find some interesting stories,” she says, “but I had not expected a work of literature.” Turning to Rossellini, she adds, “It’s a serious, inventive book. The forms you create are quite imaginative. When did you ever find time to become such a good writer?”

There is a thunderous roll of applause, and for a split second the author is speechless. “I hope you’re a reviewer!” she finally exclaims. Sheepishly, she admits to a fear of reviews. “I keep calling Tom Henry, the head of Random House, and I say, ‘Everything all right?’ I don’t say, ‘Any good reviews?’ because I’m afraid he’ll say, ‘Hmmmmm, not really,’ But Tom always says, ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah. Your plane flight is at 3:30 . . .’ and so on. So I don’t really know how the book is doing.”

Prodded for details, she continues, “I’d been solicited for years to write a book about my parents, or about my career, or even to do a book on fashion and style. But I always dismissed the idea, thinking, ‘Autobiographies are just gossip, books on style are just stupid–forget that.’ And finally my lawyer scolded me. ‘Not too many people are offered the opportunity to write books,’ he said. ‘You should seize the chance. Lancôme fired you, remember.'”

She jokes about the much-publicized brouhaha that ensued when Lancôme cosmetics–for which Rossellini had modeled for 14 years–discontinued their relationship after she turned 40, preferring to be represented by a younger model. It is a subject she treats fairly and philosophically in the book. “So I wrote a little bit,” she goes on, “about 100 pages.”

Looking for someone to show her efforts to, she chose old friend Bob Gottlieb, then head of Random House. “I said, ‘I’m almost ashamed to ask, but I’ve been solicited to write a book, and I think maybe–if I could write it like this–I could do it.’ And I left the pages with him to read.”

Not only did Gottlieb like them, he offered to edit the book, and champion its author’s offbeat approach.

As to the “lies,” she only shrugs gracefully, and smiles, “I have to say that I tried to make the invented parts very detailed,” she laughs. “I called Marty and David and asked them if what I wrote in their voice was plausible. And in case you were wondering, no, I do not hear voices in my head.”

She asks for one more question. A young woman asks why she thinks her cosmetics campaign lasted as long as it did. Rossellini thinks for a moment and replies, “I never just stood before the camera, I think. I always would summon up a huge amount of emotion, something appropriate to the particular shoot, and would let that appear on my face.

“It is something I tried to do as well in the book, to be emotionally true, if not factually so. There is one thing I have learned to live by,” she adds. “Without emotion there is no beauty.”

Web exclusive to the July 17-23, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Santa Rosa Buildering

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High Times

If you build it, they will climb.

By Janet Wells

The general public considers climbing on buildings shocking and irresponsible behavior. The first and most important rule is: Watch your butt. You alone are responsible for your actions. –Marc Jensen “Buildering Ethics”

REMEMBER that guy who used suction cups to scale New York’s World Trade Center? Or Woody Harrelson climbing the Golden Gate Bridge to protest logging old-growth redwoods? Take a close look around Sonoma County: Urban monkeys are scoping out their own local buildings and structures to play on.

Buildering–a term used to describe the art of urban climbing–usually isn’t motivated by publicity stunts or political activism. It’s about climbing human-made structures for the fun of it, traversing along a stone wall or using cracks to go up just high enough, turning engineering and architecture into a personal challenge. It’s about driving down the street, spying some corner or wall, and imagining the possibilities: The fingertips and toes start to tingle, and you see yourself moving smoothly across stone, brick, or concrete. No ropes, no jangling equipment, no anchors, no long drive to the mountains or fee to the climbing gym.

Technically, buildering is just bouldering, with the peculiar enticement that you’re clambering illicitly.

The biggest draw of buildering is also its biggest drawback: Buildering almost always is illegal. And it won’t win you any popularity contests. Cops don’t like you; landlords don’t like you; most people think you’re, at best, unusual and, at worst, a jerk. You have to be young enough to enjoy currying the disdain of passersby or not care about your reputation. You have to get up early or steal out into the night.

Buildering isn’t exactly my cup of tea. I don’t like going very far off the ground without a rope, the landings usually are bone-jarring cement, and it’s dirty. I’d never worn car exhaust until climbing urban structures. But when I moved here three years ago, one of the first things I noticed was the relief sculpture on the monolithic AT&T building on Third Street in Santa Rosa. The second eye-catcher was the “Lost Autumn” granite sculpture on the south end of Santa Rosa Plaza.

Cool,” I thought. “I wonder if . . . ”

Both have been climbed for years. Both have established routes and ratings, as do a number of structures in downtown Santa Rosa. On a balmy summer evening, as the sun set, a group of us lounged on the warm concrete around the train station at Railroad Square and watched one another climb the corners, doorways, and pillars of the 93-year-old station. We were just another group hanging outside the A’Roma Cafe. Instead of smoking, braiding each other’s hair, or riding on the hood of a friend’s car, we were looking for finger-sized edges and not-too-slopey footholds, making up new routes and noticing chalk from some previous climber’s foray.

“I used to climb out at Goat Rock all the time, ” says Santa Rosa freelance writer and photographer Laine MacTague. “You get bored climbing the same old thing. I’d be buildering if the gym hadn’t come in.”

MacTague, who once got kicked off a church for “desecrating the house of God,” finessed his way up the northeast side of the station, hanging on to some less than encouraging holds. When he reached the “top”–by touching the wood overhang about 14 feet up–one young woman clapped and cheered.

“Part of the appeal is being in front of people and they don’t know what the heck you’re doing,” MacTague says, clearly relishing the attention.

Get a Grip: The AT&T Pac Bell building on Third Street offers plenty of thrills for local builderers seeking a challenging urban climb.

I FIRST BUILDERED in Berkeley, where the climbing subsport has a colorful history. Marc Jensen’s now out-of-print book Bouldering, Buildering and Climbing in the San Francisco Bay Region cataloged a popular circuit of routes at UC Berkeley. His section on Buildering Ethics was a classic:

“You alone are responsible for your actions. That includes safety and your impact on other things. Chalk on buildings and destruction of property are problems that will impact the entire climbing community.

“Buildering will probably always remain a solo weekend or nighttime activity. . . . Climbers should be aware of the legal ramifications of buildering. Trespassing laws are most frequently discussed by police officers while lecturing the apprehended. In these situations it is best to remain quiet and polite. Long hair doesn’t make good impressions.”

While dated by the long-hair reference, Jensen’s diatribe still is right on the mark. Bay Area Rock guidebook author Jim Thornburg deleted the buildering information when he revamped and updated Jensen’s book.

“I wasn’t sure about the legality of it, giving people directions to climb on UC Berkeley buildings,” says Thornburg, who admits that he was once arrested for climbing on the campus Student Union. “It was mostly for talking back to the cop, but trespassing was the charge.”

“Because of gyms, [buildering] is not as prevalent as it used to be,” he says. “I don’t look at buildings any more and say, ‘I want to climb that.’ I used to. Back then I didn’t have the wherewithal to travel all over the place and climb.”

Santa Rosa doesn’t have a specific ordinance against climbing buildings, and police haven’t heard about or arrested local builderers–yet.

“No one is recreationally climbing a building here, but it’s not to say that it can’t happen. I don’t want to jinx it or put the hint out there,” says Santa Rosa Detective Paul Messerschmitt.

If builderers don’t have permission from a property owner and the landlord presses charges, climbers could face misdemeanor charges for trespassing, punishable by fine or six months in county jail.

“Someone is going to call the police if they see someone scaling the side of a building,” Messerschmitt says. “It’s going to call the attention of the police, and will tie us up when we might be needed elsewhere. It would create traffic tie-ups or accidents if people were rubbernecking. It could be a real nuisance.

“If I saw someone a few feet up on a building,” he adds,” it would draw my attention as something suspicious to me, and I’d at least ask the person what they’re doing and if the property owner is aware of it. There are liability issues to think about. I don’t think any business would give someone permission.”

While Santa Rosa police haven’t noticed anyone playing Spiderman in town, building owners and managers have.

Safeway on Fourth Street is a popular buildering spot, with its 200-foot traverse sporting chunks of quartz and sandstone set in cement. Pillars separating the rock sections offer almost perfect hand cracks about 18 feet high. Management, however, is not amused.

“Don’t tell them there’s climbing here!” exclaims one store manager. “If they did fall, we’d hate to have anyone get hurt. Nowadays it’s someone’s mom or dad who says, ‘You didn’t say it wasn’t OK.'”

Doug, a store employee, agrees: “I’m sure it’s a huge liability. We always ask nice [that climbers stop], and they always leave. If they didn’t, I’d arrest them. It’s a great sport, and I wish you a lot of luck. But not here.”

Where to go in Santa Rosa.

More urban adventuring in .

THE KEY to successful buildering, one local climber says, is “Go in fast and get out.” The lanky health-care professional, who requested anonymity to protect his upstanding reputation, planned his Santa Rosa buildering assault with care. Dressed in black unitards, he and a colleague set out early one weekend morning, starting at Safeway on Mendocino Avenue, where they were promptly kicked off. The pair headed for downtown. First on the list was a fountain at Fourth and B streets. Then the Third Street wall and the mall sculpture. They climbed up and over the doorway of a storefront next to Sawyer’s News, taking pictures and feeling far younger than their 30-something years.

“It was like Mission: Impossible. Go in, complete your mission, get out. We didn’t stay in any one place long, because we figured people would call the cops on us,” he says.

The coup of the day was at the Flamingo Hotel: “[My partner] made a daring, daring assault on the east face of the Flamingo Hotel; he led the bold traverse to the right of the entrance,” he reminisces, laughing. “He ran right in there, through the bushes, and started climbing. There were a bunch of people there. I was safely across the street taking photos.”

The morning buildering foray was the first and last for the duo, who have since restricted their climbing to real rock and indoor walls.

“The whole fun of it was that we were doing something we weren’t supposed to do,” he says. “It was a silly little adventure in our staid professional lives.”

Janet Wells, a frequent Independent contributor, is co-owner of the Vertex climbing gym in Santa Rosa.

From the July 17-23, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

The Scoop

Toxic Crops

By Bob Harris

FINALLY, someone’s come up with a clever way to dispose of industrial wastes like cadmium and lead and low-level radioactive garbage. Too bad it’s absolute cow fertilizer.

Toxic waste is pretty skanky stuff. You don’t want to bury it or drop it into the ocean, because it can leak into the food chain and start killing things. You could launch it into space maybe, but an in-flight explosion would be even worse.

So what do you do? Simple. Cut to the chase, and spray it directly on crops and grazing land.

You read right. Arsenic, lead, dioxin, and other industrial wastes are now being “recycled” into “fertilizer” and sprayed directly onto farmland.

Thanks to some remarkably dopey laws, waste from uranium processors, steel mills, and other industries is being loaded into silos, at which point it’s legally hazardous waste, and then literally emptied back out and sprayed into the food chain–at which point it’s legally fertilizer.

This is really happening. It’s widespread. And it’s legal, even though nobody knows yet how much toxic waste is therefore reaching America’s breakfast tables or what it does to us once it gets there. The state of Washington is running tests to find out right now.

Why is this legal? It saves money. The polluters don’t have to clean up their own mess, and state governments don’t have to make them. It’s a win-win deal, if you don’t include us actual citizens in the bargain. Y’know, kids who eat lead are subject to inhibited mental development. People who are willing to feed kids lead are inhibited in more serious ways than that.

USUALLY these little commentaries aren’t exactly rocket science. This one is, sort of. As you know, a black hole is a really really small thing that once was really really big: a giant star that eventually collapsed, creating a gravitational field that sucks everything –including light– into one singular dark mass.

That’s what’s happening with rocket-science Pentagon contractors these days, too. And nothing–smaller companies, tax dollars, useful products, etc.–can escape. Boeing and McDonnell Douglas are merging, and Lockheed Martin and Northrup Grumman are about to slam together as well.

Lockheed Martin was once three separate companies, but then Lockheed bought Loral and Martin Marietta; Northrup Grumman was three companies, too, until Northrup merged with Grumman and took over Westinghouse’s defense division.

But Lockheed Martin also bought the aerospace divisions of General Dynamics and General Electric. Then Raytheon bought Hughes’ and Texas Instruments’ defense divisions, Boeing bought Rockwell’s, and now they’re merging with McDonnell Douglas.

Still with me? Well, neither am I. But you can see how everything’s collapsing toward one big oligarchy.

Long ago, there was actual competition when defense contractors bid on new planes. Now the total of major companies is down to three and falling. So our national defense will be pretty much whatever the surviving Big Three come up with.

That’s not reassuring. Remember how well engineered American cars were in the 1970s? Same thing. In 10 years, our Top Gun fighter pilots might be in dogfights against exported Hornets and Tomcats and Falcons with brand-new B-5 Stealth Gremlins and F-26 Garden Weasels.

I feel safer already.

The only good news, if you can call it that, is that most of this crap is unnecessary anyway. The current U.S. military budget already exceeds that of the top 10 potential adversaries combined, so even if Cuba, North Korea, and Libya form some absurd alliance, we’ll do OK. Besides, we export three times as much weaponry as the entire rest of the world, so we can turn down the danger spigot if need be. The only people whose lives would be threatened are stockholders with dirty money.

What will the new defense giants be called? Well, when companies merge, sometimes they combine names. So if the two new giants ever join up, I’d like to suggest the new name for Lockheed Martin/Northrup Grumman /Boeing/ McDonnell Douglas.

Rearranging individual sounds, we get: “Greed men are all throwing down demands. Humbug. Lock ’em up.” Sounds like truth in advertising to me.

From the July 17-23, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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