Sherry Glaser

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Pagan’s Progress


All Smiles: Sherry Glaser brings her latest effort, ‘Oh, My Goddess!,’ to Sebastopol for its second-ever performance.

Photo by Janet Orsi



Comic Sherry Glaser proves you can’t fool Mother Nature

By Gretchen Giles

PAGAN TRADITION may have begun with folks frolicking in wooded glens and wearing nothing but wine stains on their chins and scented garlands in their hair, but lately the pagans have been as serious as mud. The very term is more likely to conjure up an image of deadly intent–an Adult Child of Alcoholics smelling of musk and inexplicably shaking a feathered rattle–than of anything even remotely relating to fun (unless, of course, you are yourself a deadly intent musk-smelling ACA’er with a feathered rattle, and then we may as well be looking in the mirror).

Sherry Glaser, a pagan earth-mother goddess-loving artist with a sense of humor, is out to change all that. Sure, she used to be a lesbian (c’mon, who didn’t–in one life or another?) but is now happily married to the father of her children. Her long-running show Family Secrets recently caused the San Francisco Chronicle‘s staid critic Peter Stack to gush that she “is nothing short of amazing.” She brings her newest effort, Oh, My Goddess! An Outrageously Sacred Comedy, to the Sebastopol Veterans Auditorium on Dec. 21.

A two-character show utilizing Glaser’s unique ability to literally shift shapes (in Family Secrets she shrugged into the aspect of an aging Jewish man as deftly as she morphed into his sullen teenaged daughter), Oh, My Goddess! concerns two very disparate personages: a young Chicano man named Miguel and the Goddess herself–the familiarly named Ma.

“I think this piece is a cumulation of where all my life is going right now,” says Glaser by phone from her home in the Mendocino wilds. “And I think that it’s important comedy. I think that it’s the kind of comedy that we’re really missing–the type that affects us while it moves.”

All seriousness aside, Oh, My Goddess! has a serious touch of the sillies. “Miguel was channeling Kumbiya for a while, but now he’s come upon Ma, and this is his greatest channel to date,” she cracks. “But he’ll be making a lot more money at seminars, because people will pay a lot more money for Ma than for Kumbiya.”

Miguel will be familiar to those familiar with Family Secrets as the one who impregnated daughter Kahari, née Fern, a goddess worshiper and a lesbian until she got accidentally knocked up–is this beginning to sound familiar? The longest-running off-Broadway one-woman show ever produced, Family Secrets has spilled the guts of Glaser’s family’s secrets for the last seven years in places as far flung as South Africa and Canada. “Yes, it’s my family. They adore it,” she asserts of this piece that has won both the L.A. Drama Critics Circle Award for best solo creation and the L.A. Weekly‘s Drama Critics Award.

When Glaser created Oh, My Goddess! for the Michigan Women’s Music Festival last year, she decided to continue her exploration of the character of Miguel. “Miguel is my spiritual side,” she says. “First it was just to play this sexy macho guy that I really liked to play in my early days of improvisation. And then I thought, I don’t want to just play a stereotype, I want to break that and make him somebody really different, someone,” she laughs, “who is into colonics and vegetarianism.”

As for Ma, well, Glaser says it best. “She’s the biggest Jewish mother of us all,” she boasts. “She doesn’t have commandments, she’s got rules. She’s so full of love, and she says everything that every mother’s ever said.” Adopting a New York Yiddish accent, Glaser intones, “‘Why? Because I said so. I’m the mother.’

“Stuff like that,” she says. “She loves the children–the audience–so much and she’s appalled because of the state of things. What Our Father Who Art in Heaven has wrought. She’s not even talking to him at this point.

“She’s very upset with him,” Glaser adds, breaking back into Ma. “He didn’t even tell the kids about her. She just went off for a little while and now she’s back and look at the place! The place is a mess! The water is undrinkable, the air is unbreathable!

“See?” she continues in her own tone, “She’s a real mother. She’ll talk about the rules, like the Ten Commandments, but they’re real rules. The first rule is to love yourself, the second rule is, oh–I’m not going to tell you,” she breaks off with a laugh.

Does Glaser adhere to these rules?

“I try to,” she chuckles. “After all, I made them up.”

Oh, My Goddess! plays Saturday, Dec. 21, at 8 p.m. Musicians Diane Patterson, Janelle Burdell, and the Sapphire Percussion Ensemble open. Sebastopol Veterans Auditorium, 282 High St. Tickets are $12-$15. 829-9820.

From the December 12-18, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Holiday Gifts From Sonoma

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Made in Sonoma


gifts made close to home

Okay, it smacks of bumper-sticker sentimentality, but these days more and more people are seeking ways to think globally and shop locally. So, hey, pass the eggnog and seek out the perfect gift made close to home.

From the local color of Sonoma County showcase calendars by photographer Robert Janover (marketed by True Images; $10.99) to the simple elegance of Tony Black’s custom, handcrafted willow furniture, from the comfort of Mishi Apparel’s natural cotton fashions (201 Western Ave., Petaluma) to the rich bounty of locally produced wines and gourmet delicacies, there is something here for every taste and budget. Here are a few new ideas, and a couple of old favorites, to start you on your merry way.

Greg Cahill, Gretchen Giles, Sara Peyton, Bruce Robinson, and David Templeton contributed to this article.

Toys

Fun Science

Here’s an attractive idea. Dowling-Miner Magnetics Corp. in Sonoma (21600 Eighth St. E.) has an array of magnetic games and kits for children, products developed as a part of the 50-year-old company’s children’s educational toy department. Magnetic frogs, magnetic snakes, and magnetic fish are just some of the items available in their “Wonderboard” series, which feature stick-on creatures along with a magnetic board. Other items in this series include Build-a-Bouquet–with magnetic blooms, stems, and a pot–Build-a-Bug, Build-a-Snake, and various math and alphabet sets. The science of magnets is explored in a vast number of experiment kits manufactured by Dowling, including an Electric Motor Generator sets for older whiz-kids and My Very First Magnet Set for beginners. Dowling Magnet toys–featured just last month in USA Today on ways to entertain children in business offices–are available across the country. Local stores that feature some of the above-mentioned items are The Toy Shop in Sonoma, Early Works in Petaluma, and The Toy Works in Santa Rosa.

For unusual toys, Sebastapol’s HearthSong
strikes an individual note.

Smart Software

As programmers for hire, Bruce Ford and Melinda Bell of the Petaluma-based Play Again Interactive have designed the software and visual elements for numerous high-profile computer games since landing in Sonoma County two years ago. Until recently, though, all these projects were conceived by others. Now, with the unveiling of their new CD-ROM, The Night Before Christmas Holiday Crafts and Activity Center, the entrepreneurial twosome is boasting and beaming like proud parents.

“There is no other software product on the market that emphasizes Christmas and crafts in a tactile manner, like this one,” Ford enthusiastically pronounces. “This is a thoroughly unique Christmas item.”

Targeted for children between the ages of 3 and 10, the imaginative computer program features an animated, interactive retelling of Clement Moore’s famous Christmas poem, in addition to several onscreen activities to kindle a kid’s holiday creativity. Users can make “virtual cookies” in Mrs. Claus’ kitchen, decorate multicolored Christmas trees, print out and construct ornaments, explore an 18th-century household on Christmas morning, and design Christmas cards and thank-you notes.

“It’s great for keeping the kids busy while you’re trying to get ready for Christmas,” Ford laughs. The kit comes as the CD-ROM program alone ($19.95), or in a gift package including the CD, a hardback book version of The Night Before Christmas, and a Christmas craft guide ($29.95). They’re available by mail order (888/66-SANTA) or over the counter at Reading, Rhythm, and ROM in Petaluma (6 Petaluma Blvd. N.); Santa also has a website.

The website is worth a peek. Kids can read each sleigh-pulling reindeer’s campaign promises and then vote on which animal will lead the pack on Christmas Eve. They can even leave an e-mail for the Jolly Man himself, and Ford guarantees that the messages are getting through. “Santa has been receiving e-mails from around the country,” he confirms, “and responses have been going out.” Santa’s trickiest message so far? “One girl wrote in to say that her Daddy needs ‘guns and money.’ Santa wrote back that he never delivers guns–they scare the reindeer.”

Arts & Crafts

Hand Goods

You won’t have a problem finding a special holiday gift at Hand Goods in Occidental (3627 Main St.) Nearly 200 local artists sell their wares in this landmark crafts store. Started by Nancy Farah 25 years ago, Hand Goods was purchased recently by longtime employee Heidi Schmidt, after Farah died last year. The current owner is committed to carrying on the tradition of supporting local artisans.

For holiday gift giving, Schmidt recommends checking out their finely crafted collection of pottery. Barbara Hoffman, Perry Lynch, Sheila Jenkins, and Linda Timberlake are among the well-known local potters selling mugs, plates, bowls, and platters. “We have people who drive up from San Francisco once a month to purchase a new mug made by their favorite potter,” says Schmidt. Anita Perry creates unusual raku vases that are pit-fired and cooled quickly–a process that produces an unusual opalescent glaze.

Soothing ceramic fountains designed for the inside of your home are something new this year. They range in price from $100 to $300. Or, if you’re in a do-it-yourself mode, you can select fountain parts and make your own bubbling gift. “The other day we walked around the store with a customer to help him create his fountain from a handcrafted ceramic bowl and polished rocks,” explains Schmidt. All this customer needed was a little immersible pump that can be purchased at any hardware store.

Jewelry, candles, incense holders, kites, and more–these one-of-a-kind handcrafted gifts are sure to please loved ones near and far.

Putto & Gargoyle

Not only is everything in Putto & Gargoyle made locally, but most items are created by owners, Gerrie Walker and Peter Lu. Located in downtown Sebastopol (7202 Bodega Ave., across from the library), this tiny store is one of the prettiest in the county. Look here for whimsical garden angels and gargoyles (made of cement), jewel-colored velvet berets and mad-hatter hats, pillows, handmade note cards and stationery, planters, vases, wall sconces, candleholders, and colorful dishware. One of their most popular gifts is the Big Cuppa, which is sure to delight the caffè latte lover on your list. This ceramic, giant-sized cup comes in a rainbow of colors and sells for $8. This year the artistic duo have introduced a new hot/cold two-tone tumbler, in delicious colors like watermelon and teal ($8 each). “One of the things that has inspired our work this holiday season is that we have a lot of new colored glazes,” explains Walker about her creative motivations. “The hat-making is whole different thing. It just sweeps me along.” But if what you really want for Christmas is a haircut, you can get that, too. Lu, who owned a hair salon in Los Angeles before moving north, has started snipping again.

Great Silkie Artwear

This holiday season there’s a great new line of Great Silkie Artwear T-shirts for both men and women by Sebastopol textile artist, Karen Bell, renowned for her silk-screened images of feminine archetypes, musical fantasies, mermaids, and cloud-leaping horses. A seasonal purchase of a Karen Bell T-shirt is practically a ritual for some locals.

“Most of my work is based on personal mythologies for modern people to relate to in their own way,” explains Bell. The new line of empowerment images are printed on 100 percent cotton, black, short-sleeved T-shirts. For men, Bell has chosen a turquoise and silver Thunderbird silk-screened across the front of the shirt. For women, there’s an updated version of her popular image, the Healer, silk-screened in silver, teal, and purple. All shirts are $16 and available at Quicksilver Mine Co. in Guerneville (14028 Armstrong Woods Road), Natural Connections in Occidental (3641 Main St.), and the Cotton Rose in Sebastopol (851 Gravenstein Hwy. S.).

Tribal Beginnings

For those who love Native American arts and crafts, both old and modern, beautiful collectibles and affordable gifts are found at Tribal Beginnings in Sebastopol (6914 Sebastopol Ave.). Some of the finely made jewelry, crafts, and baskets have been created by local Native American artists, also both past and present. There are five traditional Pomo baskets for sale, including a beautiful small feather basket made by late master basketweaver Laura Somersal. Lightning Thunderhorse’s medicine pouches from deer or elk hide are priced from $20 to $35. Each is unique. One typical example is a long, deep, deerskin-fringed pouch with buckskin ties strung with glass beads. Sonoma County’s Colin Kingfisher’s bone-bead chokers, $50 to $95, are made with long, thin bone-beads separated by glass and copper beads and have a center rosette of leather finely decorated with beads and porcupine quills.

Food

Carol’s Country Cuisine

Susan B. Wise used to crunch numbers. Now she’s involved in a much tastier pastime. “We’re making restaurant-quality sauces that you can take home,” beams Wise, the marketing half of Carol’s Country Cuisine (2546 Warm Springs Road, Glen Ellen; 996-1124). The sauces themselves–each formulated to be used as either a salad dressing or a marinade–are the creation of the Carol half of the business.

That would be Carol Frankenfield, the former proprietor of Cafe La Palma in the quiet west Marin hamlet of Lagunitas, who exorcised her burnout from the restaurant as a corporate accountant for several years before drawing on both backgrounds to launch the new food business a little more than two years ago.

“We thought of this business in July of ’94, and two months later we had two products on the market,” Wise marvels.

After some trial and error, they now have four: Roasted Garlic Balsamic, White Balsamic Cilantro, Ginger Citrus, and Lemon Curry–perfect additions to a gift basket of locally produced foods. All are free of cholesterol and sugar, as well as low in saturated fat, and the last three are also saltless. The ingredients are fresh, all natural and top quality, Wise stresses, pointing with particular pride to their use of imported Italian white balsamic vinegar, something rarely used in competing products.

The delicate balance between flavors makes Carol’s sauces suitable for baking, sautéing, and grilling, as well as for marinades and dressings. “You can do anything in the world with them with anything,” Susan says.

Now carried at “a hundred Bay Area stores and some wineries” as well as outlets in Southern California, Texas, Louisiana, and Oklahoma, Carol’s sauces are also available at such local independent grocers as Fiesta Market, Oliver’s, Community Market, and the Glen Ellen Village Market. Typical prices are $4.99 for a 12-ounce bottle and $5.95 for 16 ounces.

Hot Pepper Jams

Red and green are traditional Christmas colors. Same goes for the county’s best pepper jams. You might have to chase these down at a local farmers’ market, but they’re worth the search. A sassy gift to send to a friend or bring to a party. Perfect for friends who love chilies, dancing, all things from New Mexico, and cream cheese and bagels, too. William Adamson, the owner of Happy Haven Ranch in Sonoma (1480 Spering Road), has been making and marketing his spicy red and green hot pepper jams since 1984. “It has a different flavor than jelly,” Adamson explains. “It’s all natural, and I don’t use any food coloring.” A 11-ounce jar is $3.50; three jars are $10. Make an appointment to visit the ranch by calling 996-4260.

The Mushroom Pot

To show your family and friends how much you care, give them the gift of fungus this Christmas. Gourmet Mushrooms in Graton, a leading grower of exotic mushrooms for 19 years, now offers an appealingly offbeat gift idea: a do-it-yourself mushroom farm. Elegantly named The Mushroom Pot, this unusual item is a deceptively small, six-inch pot, seeded with spores in your choice of three varieties: Sonoma Brown, Pom Pom Blanc, and Golden Oyster. These are thoroughly gourmet-quality mushrooms, ready to eat within two weeks. The chef on your holiday list will be giddy with culinary good intentions, and science-minded youngsters will be tickled by the overwhelming ooeyness of growing mushrooms, on purpose, right in their own rooms. The Mushroom Pot ($14.95 to $19.95) is available by mail order only. Orders made soon will arrive in time for the holidays. To place an order, call 829-7301 or 823-1507.

Purely Personal

Mr. Music

It doesn’t get more homegrown than Jim Corbett’s Songs of Christmas Joy CD. Recorded at Cotati’s own Zone Studios and featuring a veritable plethora of backyard genius, this snappy 23-song compilation of favorites and originals just about puts the tree up all by itself. All you have to do is sit on the floor and untangle all those lights–while you sing along. Featuring such local artists as Norton Buffalo, the late Jim Boggio, Michael Bolivar, Nina Gerber, the Wildflower Band, Bill DeCarli, and Zone’s own Blair Hardman, this tour of musical styles–traditional holiday tunes are given every possible treatment ranging from polka to reggae–is professional, polished, and a whole lotta fun. The Cool Kids Chorus (every musician’s kid chorusing) chimes in for a long sampling of sing-alongs, but the “Silent Night” rendition by Wildflower, Keith Allen, and Doug Harmon ends the disc with a quiet beauty. Available at all local record stores or by mail order from Diamond Universal Music Co. in Sebastopol (823-5849).

Outdoor Massage

Bountiful relaxing body treatments are available throughout Sonoma County. One favored way to unwind is with a full-body massage. Osmosis (209 Bohemian Hwy., Freestone), renowned for its unique enzyme baths, has something new to offer just in time for the holidays–outdoor massages in Japanese-style pagodas along Salmon Creek in Freestone. A combination enzyme bath and outdoor-massage gift certificate may be just what a loved one, a friend, or even your boss really wants this Christmas. The enzyme bath, or heat treatment, is a 20-minute dip in a dry bath composed of fragrant cedar fiber, rice bran, and enzymes. Heat is generated biologically through the natural fermentation. The 75-minute outdoor massage takes place in one of two fully enclosed light-filled pagodas. It’s like receiving a massage in your own private greenhouse. Swedish/Esalen, shiatsu, polarity, acupressure, and deep-tissue massages are available. An enzyme bath and outdoor pagoda massage is $125. Individual gift certificates for bath, garden massage, or indoor massage are also available.

From the December 5-11, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Jack Elliot

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Telling Tall Tales


Ramblin’ Man: Elliot’s tales of his musical career have the charm of true-to-life American folklore.



Ramblin’ Jack Elliot’s awfully big adventures

By Bruce Robinson

I’M REALLY A SAILOR at heart,” musician Ramblin’ Jack Elliot insists laconically, adding, “It’s not so evident in my picking and singing. I sing more cowboy and landlubber stuff. I’ve been turned off by the people who sing seafaring songs, by all the ‘Yo, ho, swash’ stuff,” he continues. “I never believed sailors would sing that way, and I never wanted to get mixed up in that genre.”

Elliot has willingly interrupted a session of sanding and painting his beloved schooner, “a 49-year-old racing dinghy,” to talk about his nearly 50 years of music-making, but not without recalling fondly that “I had the same kind of a boat that I have now when I was a kid.”

That was back in Brooklyn, where “I was originally being trained to be an officer in the merchant marine” by a retired seaman who lived next door, Elliot says. But he never cared much for city life, and ran away to join the rodeo at the age of 14. “I thought I was destined to be a cowboy,” he recalls. But after working for three months at the less-than-princely wage of “two dollars a day with no food thrown in,” he packed it in and went back home to finish high school. “It wasn’t the broncos and the bulls that tired me out,” he grins, “it was the food. Two dollars a day wasn’t enough to feed a growing boy.”

But Elliot’s rodeo adventures gave him firsthand exposure to authentic cowboy songs, sung by genuine cowboys, and even back in the city he was hooked. He picked up a guitar–an instrument that had not held much interest for him before–learned how to play a handful of songs, and soon began performing.

In the early ’50s, he hooked up with folk legend Woody Guthrie, who Elliot freely admits, “was the biggest influence on my singing and picking style.” The two were frequent companions for several years, until Guthrie’s declining health forced him to abandon the road.

Elliot, however, has remained steadily active, recording 40 albums over the years and performing some 60 live dates annually, “maybe a little bit more since I won a Grammy a few months ago,” he says modestly. That award, for Best Traditional Folk Album, was earned by The South Coast (Red House), a record he actually cut almost three years ago.

Now 64, Elliot is hard at work on his next recording, learning a new studio discipline at the hands of slide-guitar ace Roy Rogers, who is producing the still-untitled set. As they meet on those infrequent days when both musicians are off the road and back at their respective Marin County homes, the sessions have been a case of working quickly when the opportunity is there.

“I’m a lazy guy and never would have believed I would have worked well under pressure. Roy has imposed a new kind of work regimen on me, and it amazes me that I’m able to stand up under the pressure and come up with some good material,” Elliot chuckles. “I guess that’s his way of getting me going.”

So far, they have completed nine tracks with such musicians as folkie son Arlo Guthrie, songstress Rosalie Sorrells, the ever-Dead Bob Weir, guitarist Jerry Jeff Walker, and wild man Tom Waits, with upcoming sessions planned to jam with John Prine and Willie Nelson. They’re shooting for a late spring release date.

As with Elliot’s extensive past catalog, the new disc will feature songs by other writers.

“I’ve never really been a songwriter,” Elliot confirms. “I’ve only written about five songs in my life. It galls me.”

Ramblin’ Jack Elliot performs on Saturday, Dec. 14, at the Spirit of Christmas Craft Faire at the Sonoma County Fairgrounds’ main pavilion. 1375 Bennett Valley Road, Santa Rosa. Fair entrance is $2-$4. 575-WELL.

From the December 5-11, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Talking Pictures

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Talking Down


Elliott Marks

SmorgasBorg: Data minds his captors, Borg drones wired for sound.

Author Mark Vaz bemoans mass culture as seen in the new ‘Star Trek’

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 boldly goes to the latest Star Trek spectacular, along with the technologically savvy author and FX specialist Mark Cotta Vaz.

WE HAVE ARRIVED early at the mall and are standing around in front of the massive 15-screen theater where is playing on four separate screens. Informed that the box office will not open for another 10 minutes, we wander about the mall as custodians install giant Christmas decorations.

Pointing toward “Santa’s Magical Village,” I inform my guest, Mark Vaz, author of the splendid new book Industrial Light and Magic: Into the Digital Realm (Ballantine; $80), that at this particular mall the Jolly Old Elf does not give candy canes to the wide-eyed children sitting on his lap. He hands them a sample bag of breakfast cereals and a book of coupons.

“That’s the creepiest thing I’ve ever heard,” Vaz responds. “I guess you’re never too young to be indoctrinated into the consumer culture, but that’s so aggressive it’s almost repugnant.”

Vaz has devoted the majority of his writerly efforts to the subject of popular culture and film, and to cinematic special effects specifically. He has contributed numerous pieces to the high-tech journal Cinefex and authored books on the history of Batman and on the phenomenon of trance channeling, and an earlier book on the films of George Lucas. In his latest work, co-authored with Patricia Duignan, Vaz has assembled an all-encompassing history of the North Bay­based ILM, nicely illuminating the creative wizardry of the world’s predominant special-effects company. Included, incidentally, are details on the effects from the previous Star Trek films.

First Contact, the first Trek film to feature none of the original cast, presents instead the members of the popular Next Generation TV series. It’s a rousing adventure, with the crew battling the Borg, a frightening swarm of zombielike, cybernetic techno-punks that assimilate everything in their path and have set their sights on Earth. A subplot involves our planet’s “first contact” with aliens, an event that, in Star Trek lore, becomes the catalyst for humanity’s evolution toward peace and prosperity.

“The Borg,” Vaz laughs, sipping a pint of ale after the film. “I got the impression that they’re sort of a comment on our modern mass culture. Maybe the Borg are representative of what we feel is this impersonal culture that surrounds us–the government or the force of overpopulation. We tend to feel depersonalized by our culture, don’t we?”

Individuality versus the needs of the collective whole. This is a recurring theme in the Star Trek ideology. In this latest film, humans existing on the planet just before the extraterrestrials land are individual to a fault.

“I felt sorry for the aliens at the end,” Vaz commiserates. “Being subjected to our lousy whiskey and loud rock and roll.” When I counter that the visitors seemed willing enough to slam back a second shot of booze, Vaz bursts out laughing. “And there’s something odd about that,” he says. “We can say, ‘Oh, these aliens are just like us. They can relate. But why can’t we relate to them? Why can’t we sit and be quiet like they were doing?

“But this movie was made by humans, trained in a human viewpoint. Our culture is very loud and brash and profane. It doesn’t embrace subtlety, at least it hasn’t recently. The nature of mass media is to get out there and to catch your attention, to be loud and boisterous. To act like everyone else.

“On the whole, with marketing and commercial tie-ins and cereal samples from Santa Claus and everything, we’ve already become the Borg! ‘Oh, I’m sorry–I can’t wear those jeans. It would be uncool,'” he mocks.

He takes another sip.

“Maybe the Borg are behind all this,” Vaz laughs. “Maybe if you get Donald Trump and all these people and you pull their face off, it will reveal a bunch of Borgs.

“Back to the issue of aliens making contact, I doubt we’d share our whiskey. I think you’d see abysmal behavior on the part of the human race.

“Even me,” he grimaces. “Just the other day in my house I killed a tarantula. Somehow it got into my house, and it was so creepy I had to kill it. And I’m the kind of guy who lets spiders have their little nests in my place. But all of a sudden this tarantula crawled by–so I dropped a stack of books on it.

“That’s the classic invasion scenario, isn’t it?” he asks. “The aliens come–they look terrifying–so we blast ’em!” He smiles, adding, “And the noble humans live long and prosper.”

From the December 5-11, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Medical Marijuana

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Up in Smoke

By Fred Gardner

AT THE CANNABIS BUYERS CLUB in California the sigh of relief seemed more pronounced than the cry of triumph as the Nov. 5 election results came in: San Francisco, 78-22, yes; Los Angeles 54-46, yes. . . . There was hardly a joint being passed around the second-floor office, where club founder Dennis Peron and friends instead were exchanging hugs and expressions of pride at having made history–until Orange County came in at 51-49 percent, yes.

California would now permit the use of marijuana for medical purposes by a 56-44 margin.

“All our opponents kept saying that Prop. 215 was a vote to legalize marijuana,” Peron told Channel 4 news, pushing the baggie, as always. “Are they going to keep saying that now that the votes are in? I’m sure they’re right: a lot of people voted yes because they think the marijuana laws are too harsh and severe.”

Marijuana, like heroin and LSD, is on the Drug Enforcement Agency’s “Schedule I,” which means it cannot be prescribed by doctors and no research is permitted without a special license. Although the wording of Prop. 215 was derided as “loose,” the initiative was crafted with help from lawyer William Panzer of Oakland to free doctors from the responsibility of writing marijuana prescriptions in direct violation of federal law. Under the law, a doctor can testify that he or she recommended marijuana as a treatment for, say, epilepsy.

One test case on the fast track involves Al Martinez, 40, an in-home caregiver who was arrested in Santa Rosa in August for cultivation of six plants. He has been using marijuana for nearly 20 years to prevent seizures, ever since a Southern California neurologist recommended that he try it. “I found that I felt more debilitated by the phenobarbitol I had been taking,” says Martinez, who had never smoked pot before trying it for medicinal use. “After a seizure, I usually smoke a pipeful to relax.”

Now that the Santa Rosa Police Department has confiscated his stash, Martinez purchases marijuana at the Marin Cannabis Buyer’s Club.

Martinez will be the subject of a state Health and Safety Code hearing Dec. 17 in Sonoma County Municipal Court to determine the guidelines of his case. “It should be interesting,” says Panzer, his lawyer. “We’re going to be tackling a lot of interesting issues. For instance, is it up to the state to establish that a defendant does not qualify for medical use? Or is it up to the defendant to prove that he does qualify under that category?”

Panzer also will ask the court to allow Martinez’s doctor to testify confidentially, so that the physician is not subjected to possible federal prosecution.

Another possible test case involves Peron and five other people who bought and sold pot for the San Francisco Cannabis Buyers Club. The club was closed down Aug. 4 after a raid by agents of the state Bureau of Narcotics Enforcement. A lengthy investigation by undercover agents had revealed that people could buy pot there under false pretenses (with a fake doctor’s letter, for example). Peron says that Prop. 215 is, in part, a referendum on his right to operate the club, and that he expects the case against him to wither away. “I hope to reopen by New Year’s Eve,” he says, “as a Cultivator’s Club, where sick and dying people can come and hang out and water their plants under the grow lights.”

Peron expects his Cultivator’s Club to be a model for others, and that within a year there will be hundreds of thousands of members. “I expect the price of marijuana to come down by half,” he says.

The founder and maitre d’ of the Cannabis Buyers Club is the perfect Puck to preside over such a green world–wiry, charming, mischievous, compassionate. Now 50 and white-haired, he has been challenging the marijuana laws by direct action since 1969, when he arrived in San Francisco from Vietnam with two pounds of the illegal herb in his Air Force duffel bag, and by legal and political means since 1970, when he was first arrested. In the ’70s and ’80s, he was busted for selling pot more than a dozen times. After each bust, including one in which he got shot in the thigh and served seven months at a San Bruno jail, he would resume selling out of his living room or a nearby flat that in due course turn into a legendary salon.

Peron was a libertarian who refused to accept that he didn’t have a right to smoke marijuana. “And the right to smoke it means the right to get it,” he would argue, “which means people have to have the right to grow and sell it.”

He became serious about making marijuana available for those in medical need when his longtime companion, Jonathan West, was dying of AIDS in 1990. “Marijuana was the only drug that eased his pain and restored his appetite and gave him moments of dignity in that last year,” Peron recounts. “And of course I had hundreds of friends with AIDS who relied on marijuana for the same reasons.”

In 1991, Peron founded the Cannabis Buyers Club, which over the years outgrew a couple of locations and evolved into a cozily decorated fern bar/floating support group occupying a five-story building on Market Street in downtown San Francisco. More than 11,000 people–including Sonoma County residents–became members by bringing letters from doctors stating that they suffered from an illness the weed could help treat.

The biggest seller, at $5 per eighth of an ounce, was leafy Mexican, which many cancer patients said they preferred because it suppressed nausea without getting them too high.

The club employed more than 90 workers, most of whom had AIDS, as budtenders, food servers, carpenters and custodians, and all clerical staff, as well as buyers who dealt with the dealers and growers. Peron paid $300 a week in cash, plus pot. He had 16 bakers working at home as independent contractors. “It was all I could do to keep up with the demand,” he says.

“I would get the leaf from growers and provide it to the bakers. I was selling between 300 and 500 baked goods a day–brownies, Rice Krispies, pudding–every baker had a different specialty.” The club also served $1 plates of simple, wholesome fare like curry or spaghetti. The cooler was stocked with liquid nutritional supplements for members who couldn’t keep their food down.

All this, however, was at risk on election day.

PROP. 215 SANCTIONS the use of marijuana in treating “cancer, anorexia, AIDS, chronic pain, spasticity, glaucoma, arthritis, mi-graine, or any other illness for which marijuana provides relief.” It was written mainly by Peron, who insisted on the bit about “any other illness” over the strenuous objections of allies in the reform movement.

“I wanted the initiative to reflect the reality we were seeing every day at the club,” he says. “Am I supposed to turn away a gentle woman who has epilepsy? ‘Hold it, you’re not on the list.’ What about people in wheelchairs? People with asthma? The treatments they try should be up to them and their doctors.”

As of 12:01 a.m. Nov. 6–at which point the party of the Cannabis Buyers Club was going strong–Article 11362.5 of the Health and Safety Code became available as a defense to “seriously ill Californians” busted for possession or cultivation of marijuana. Dennis Peron looked into a camera and said, “We’re looking forward to giving [state] Attorney General Lungren all our cooperation as he enforces the will of the people.”

The next morning the attorney general announced plans for an emergency “All Zone Meeting” at which sheriffs, police chiefs, and district attorneys will consider the “implications of this new law for the ‘cop on the beat’ and the filing deputy in the prosecutors’ offices.”

Lungren released interim guidelines to the BNE, advising officers to keep the “medical necessity” defense uppermost in mind when making an arrest. “The officer should ask early whether the person is taking medication, what medication, for what condition, at which doctor’s direction, and the duration of treatment.

The officer should attempt to verify the information when possible. An officer should ask whether the individual is a patient or caregiver. If he or she says patient, then ascertain name of doctor and caregiver. If caregiver, ascertain for whom, for how long, and on what basis [responsible for housing, health or safety of the patient].

“The officer should attempt to verify the information when possible.”

In Washington, President Clinton’s drug czar, Gen. Barry McCaffrey, met Nov. 13 with U.S. Attorney General Janet Reno and is promising a federal enforcement effort. The old prohibition refrain “The revenuers are comin’, Pa!” may soon be heard if DEA agents start trying to bust small-time growers as well as doctors willing to testify in connection with a medical marijuana defense.

Those who question the validity of the evidence for marijuana’s medical effectiveness charge that it is “merely anecdotal.” Proponents counter that the reason the voluminous anecdotal evidence has never been rigorously tested is that the federal government stands in the way.

In 1994, Donald Abrams asked the DEA for a license to conduct a rudimentary study of marijuana’s effects on people with AIDS. Abrams is professor of clinical medicine at San Francisco General Hospital and head of the Community Consortium, an organization of caregivers who treat the majority of Bay Area AIDS patients.

He intended to test marijuana at three different dosages (joints per day) and compare its effectiveness to Marinol–an expensive, corporate-developed, government-approved pill containing synthetic 9-delta-THC, the main active ingredient in marijuana.

Patients told Abrams and his colleagues that smoking marijuana made it easier to fine-tune for dosage and in many cases seemed more effective than Marinol in reducing nausea. “We were very concerned about safety and were also going to look at pulmonary function, at the impact on patients’ immune systems, and on their viral load,” he says.

His protocol was critiqued, tweaked, and approved by the Food and Drug Administration, the California Research Advisory Panel, and the UC San Francisco Institutional Review Board, but in April ’94 the DEA turned him down, objecting to his plan to import marijuana that a Dutch firm had offered to donate. So Abrams went through channels, requesting 5.7 kilograms for research purposes from the National Institute on Drug Abuse. “I didn’t hear back from them,” he recounts.

In April ’95, NIDA rejected Abrams’ request for marijuana on scientific grounds. “They didn’t like the idea of doing an outpatient study,” he says. “How did I know how much marijuana the patients were really smoking? How did I know they weren’t giving it away? We weren’t controlling for caloric intake.”

WHEN NIDA director Alan Leshner indicated that a favorable peer review would prompt a reconsideration, Abrams designed an in-patient study to be conducted at his hospital and applied to the National Institutes of Health for a grant–i.e., peer-review approval. Two colleagues who had studied the HIV wasting process signed on as co-investigators, and highly regarded scientists agreed to do the pulmonary-function tests, pharmacology, HIV viral-load testing, and immune studies.

In August, Abrams got a rejection notice, soon followed by a detailed critique, of which he says, “people are unduly prejudiced by their own baggage. How can they have it both ways? They say there is no information that marijuana does anything, and then they don’t allow you to study it.”

“Western medicine has forgotten almost all it once knew about the therapeutic properties of marijuana,” laments Tod Mikuriya, a Berkeley psychiatrist who was the first director of marijuana research at the National Institute of Mental Health back in 1967. In the Cannabis Buyers Club, Mikuriya saw a unique research opportunity.

Hoping to confirm or add to descriptions in the pre-prohibition literature, he began inter-viewing club members in 1994, and he has since collated the anecdotal evidence from more than 200 respondents. “Cannabis appears to be a unique immunmodulator analgesic that is useful in the control of autoimmune inflammatory diseases throughout the body,” Mikuyira generalizes.

He also thinks it has great potential as a “gateway drug back” for alcoholics and heroin addicts, a use Mikuriya traces back to Scotland in 1843. With the passage of Prop. 215, he expects many doctors and patients in California to try it.

From the December 5-11, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Mushrooms

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Shiitake Happens

By Bruce Robinson

MALCOLM CLARK was crawling through a high Himalayan meadow on his belly, parting the grasses with his hands just inches in front of his eyes, when he lit upon his quarry. Poking up through the soil was a tendril of cordycerps, a rare fungus prized by Nepalese sherpas for its curative properties.

“It’s a parasite that attaches itself to insect larvae,” Clark explains, showing a visitor a preservative-filled test tube that holds a long greenish finger of fungus growing out of a much smaller caterpillar. Clark is two miles lower and halfway back around the globe now, in the modest Graton office of Gourmet Mushrooms, the company he and partner David Law have built on such unusual fungi over the past 20 years.

It is here that Clark is continuing his study of the peculiar plant, not because of its gastronomic applications, but to unveil its potential as an agent of human healing. For this improbable fungus produces a substance closely related to cyclosporin, which is derived from another variety of insect parasitic fungus and is the most widely used immunosuppressive drug for combating rejection of human transplanted organs.

This is just one of a multitude of fungal compounds that are being examined for their medicinal possibilities. Others have been used for centuries in Chinese medicine, including reishi and shiitake mushrooms, two traditional healing mushrooms that Clark and Law have combined into a product called Rei-Shi-Gen, which has become their largest non-culinary product.

“We kind of married them together,” says Law. They produce roughly a ton of the compound every month, which is marketed nationally and in 17 other countries in powder, capsule, and tincture forms as a blood tonic and aid to liver, heart, and lung function.

Another extract from a strain of shiitakes is undergoing FDA studies for use as “a non-invasive adjunct to chemotherapy,” Clark says, and major pharmaceutical companies are beginning to display serious interest in the healing properties of other fungal derivatives. “All those deaf ears are not so deaf anymore,” he says with a note of vindication, like a prophet belatedly gaining a little hometown honor.

The versatile shiitake mushroom has for generations been a staple of Oriental cooking, most often dried for storage and shipment before it is rehydrated at the time of cooking. Clark and Law are champions of fresh shiitakes, and their determination and promotion of these hardy ‘shrooms over the past two decades have gradually brought the fungi to their current status as a familiar element in many styles of contemporary cuisine.

“Our goal was to bring shiitakes to the Safeway level,” Clark says. “Now they’re there in Safeway, but the quality is not quite there yet.” In addition to popularizing new varieties of mushrooms, Gourmet Mushroom’s goals now include “setting a standard,” he adds. “If we can do it, somebody else can.” When their standards are upheld, “the public benefits,” he concludes.

But Clark and Law are doing more than redefining the standards for mushroom cultivation. They have aggressively developed new methods. Most of the company’s fresh mushrooms, in fact, are types that it has trademarked with names designed to underscore their gastronomic and visual appeal: Pom Pom Blanc, Cinnamon Gap, Golden Oyster, and the tan-tipped Trumpet Royale.

These are grown in patented square containers on long racks in a quiet, dimly lit one-acre building, where the entire life cycle is accelerated to take about 12 weeks. The freshly harvested “fruits” are then trucked to upscale restaurants in San Francisco, or shipped by overnight freight to chefs in Los Angeles, Chicago, New York, Zurich, and even Japan. Curiously, Law says, they have found Chinese chefs resistant to the new types of mushrooms, as many are reluctant to depart from the traditional recipes and ingredients that have been used for generations.

Even without the traditionalists, “there’s a bigger market out there waiting for our products, and we can’t meet it,” says Clark.

That should change when the company moves into a 43,000-square-foot building soon to be constructed on a 20-acre site along Highway 116, not far from their current location. In addition to being nearly three times as large and significantly more efficient than their existing growing facilities, the new location will also have room for a demonstration garden to showcase the benefits of spent mushroom mycelium as an organic fertilizing agent. It may also allow Gourmet Mushrooms to appear in a limited number of local retail stores (they now are sold only occasionally at Sebastopol’s Fiesta Market).

With site work already completed, Clark and Law hope to be moved into their new plant by late spring, a transition that will allow Clark to resume his global search for new varieties and mutations with untapped commercial potentials. Like the time he was in Bali, ostensibly on vacation, when he visited an outdoor farmers market. “They had some fresh mushrooms I recognized as oyster mushrooms,” but they were a shade of blue he had never seen before, Clark recalls.

At his urging, “they took me out the next day, we found some, got some samples,” and rushed back home, where the first crop of Gourmet Mushroom’s newly trademarked Blue Oyster mushrooms went to market just seven weeks later.

With hundred of thousands of varieties of fungus known on the planet, it’s clear that this “Indiana Jones of mushrooms,” as he has been dubbed by a niece, still has plenty of work left to do.

From the December 5-11, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Gary Snyder

Dharma Sums


Raku Mayers

Zen and the Art: Poet Gary Snyder laughed when asked if he could be seen as a mountain writing a river. “More like a river writing down a mountain,” he said.

Gary Snyder’s epic is complete, but his journey is far from over

By Gretchen Giles

IF THE LIFE of an artist is a journey, a long travail down the perennial roads less traveled, seeking with intent a life lived for the chunky joy of experience, for the hopeful accompaniment of knowledge, and with a relish for hard knocks, then poet and activist Gary Snyder has just come around one hell of a bend in the road.

With the publication of his eagerly anticipated masterwork, Mountains and Rivers Without End (Counterpoint; $20), Snyder, 66, has finally completed his own version of what his comrade Jack Kerouac attempted with his innovative beat epic On the Road. Snyder’s road has just been a mite bit longer.

Mountains and Rivers, 40 years in the making, chronicles the life of the artist as a young, middle-aged, and aging man as he investigates both the mutable world and the immovable elegance of nature. Snyder appears Dec. 11 at the Luther Burbank Center to read from and discuss this effort.

Informed by his deepening devotion to Zen Buddhism–one that has encompassed all his adult life–the project was inspired by Snyder’s graduate studies as a young man at UC Berkeley in the 1950s, studying calligraphic art and Oriental languages. Moved by the differences in Eastern landscape paintings from those painted in the West, he was particularly affected by one scroll, entitled Mountains and Rivers Without End, in which the movements of pen and brush depicted the spiritual world of the natural in a way that prompted new sight.

“I pursued it intuitively,” Snyder says by phone from his office at UC Davis, where he is a professor of creative writing as well as the co-founder of the innovative interdisciplinary Nature and Culture program. “I was letting [Mountains and Rivers] show me itself as it would. But on the other hand, I was researching things about it, and some sections took as long as five years to complete. It was a very deliberate process that nonetheless opened itself up to intuition.”

Snyder’s research led him to learn about geomorphology, about river systems and watersheds. An ancillary effect of his preparations for sections of Mountains and Rivers has been his work on the Yuba Watershed Institute, an effort he joined with his “brilliant and cranky neighbors”–so called in the book’s end piece–to protect the fierce nature of their homesteads. And it also has led him to deeply consider those opposing complements: stone and water.

“The term ‘mountains and rivers’–those two combined in Chinese mean ‘landscapes,’ and that’s an interesting note,” Snyder says, “because that’s exactly what [the Chinese] mean when they refer to landscapes. But in Buddhism, there is also a traditional metaphoric association that goes way back, with mountains symbolizing a kind of stubborn, fierce, persistent energy–which, indeed, they do. Rocks are hard; they resist erosion. And there’s is an old tradition of the forces and nature of water as being fluid, flexible, all-permeating, all-embracing, and necessary to life.

“So, in Buddhist thought,” he continues, his voice warming to his subject, “those are shorthand symbolic terms for wisdom as willed spiritual energy, and compassion as the wise fruit of that energy. They go on to say in the Buddhist tradition that for the bird of enlightenment to fly, it must have two wings: the wing of wisdom and the wing of compassion. That wisdom without compassion is cold and arrogant, and that compassion without wisdom is often foolish. So, there’s also the sense that the two are essential to each other.

“Mountains bring the precipitation down, and precipitation brings the mountains down,” he finishes, “so there’s this sharing here and this giving there–an interaction that is persistent throughout all of geological time.”

But don’t let Snyder’s professorial tone put you off. What makes Mountains and Rivers such a pleasure to read and discuss is the almost tuneless depth of the schemes and the scenes wrought. Accompanied with the elegiac and the dense are soaringly simple pieces of reflection and addition. A midpiece, “Three Worlds, Three Realms, Six Roads” examines the various habitats of Snyder’s life in “Things to Do” lists that begin with his upbringing on a Northwest dairy farm, which section ends:

“Peeling cascare/ Feeding chickens/ Feeling Penelope’s udder, one teat small./ Oregon grape and salal.”

The poet traces his young manhood, the solitude of his internship as a fire-lookout (for which job Kerouac immortalized him as Japhy Ryder in his Dharma Bums), through his travels in San Francisco’s frenetic artist milieu of the ’50s (“Suck in the sea air and hold it–miles of white walls–/ sunset shoots back from somebody’s window high in the Piedmont hills/ Get drunk all the time. Go someplace and score”) to his long residence in Kyoto, Japan (“Get up at four in the morning to go meet with the Old Man./ Sitting in deep samadhi on a hurting knee./ Get buttered up by bar girls, pay too much/ Motorcycle oil change down on Gojo/ Warm up your chilly wife, her big old feet”).

Invited by a fellow artist on Buddha’s birthday in 1956 to sip the ceremonial green tea reserved for high occasions, Snyder decided to write a work of poetry that would render in words that which the scroll had depicted in images. Of the 16 other books that appeared along the way, one–Turtle Island–won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1975.

Snyder lived in Kyoto for some 13 years. There he spent his days in the solitary pursuit of Zen wisdom, translating texts from Chinese and Japanese and teaching English. Returning westside, he traveled by foot and by thumb throughout the United States, working logging stints and on oil rigs, and making a point of walking the great vasts of his birthland. He has married several times, raised four children, and built a home in the tough environs of the Sierra Nevada’s Yuba River, living for more than a decade without electricity and running water. But through all the changes and challenges of his life, Snyder has dutifully kept a notebook, never letting the thought of this epic go.

Forty years is one long time to be immersed in the same project, and Snyder finally knew that he had come to the end when he wrote a poem about the desert in this epic of land and water. Centering on a return to an arid plain he had visited as a youth, this time accompanied by his children and fourth wife, writer Carole Koda, Snyder depicts a moonlight revel, Venus benevolent in the heavens, the company crunching contentedly on fried grasshoppers. Ever aware of his script as a scroll, the poet leaves the scene upon the page, noting:

“The space goes on./ But the wet black brush/ tip drawn to a point/ lifts away.”

“This is a realm where there is neither mountains nor deserts–but this is about going out into another space,” Snyder says, “into what you might call emptiness, which,” he laughs, “is also a Buddhist philosophical term.”

He refuses to sentimentalize his life’s journey. “I was lucky to hit on some good things early in my life,” he says, “and one of them was Buddhism, and that has steered me in a good direction.” As to his next effort, Snyder is similarly workmanlike.

“Now I gotta clean up the workshop,” he says simply. “Sweep the sawdust off the floor, pick up the wood chips, finish this project up, and then I’ll look around and see what I want to do next.”

Gary Snyder reads from and discusses Mountains and Rivers Without End on Wednesday, Dec. 11, at the Luther Burbank Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. 7 p.m. $7.50-$10; benefits the Friends of the Russian River. 823-8991.

From the December 5-11, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Local Toys

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Child’s Play

By David Templeton

A quality toy,” defines Sebastopol entrepreneur Barbara Kane, “is a toy that brings out the best in the child. A child meets the toy–and finds out something about himself or herself. The best toys are toys that leave a lot of room for the child’s own imagination. And of course, a quality toy is a toy you feel good about giving–just like it says in the catalog.”

That catalog is HearthSong, a several-times-a-year offering that goes out to 10 million households annually. With six Bay Area retail stores, including HearthSong’s very first, in Sebastopol, the 13-year-old business was developed by Kane, a registered nurse with a degree in science, as an antidote to the trendy, media-oriented, action-and-aggression toys, most of them with a tie-in to a movie or TV show, that fill the shelves of mainstream toy stores. Now owned by an Illinois-based corporation, Foster and Gallagher, HearthSong still encourages parents to allow their children time for creative, imaginative play.

“I wanted parents to know there were alternatives to everything that’s advertised on TV,” she says, speaking on the phone after a long day of preparations for a new retail store.

Typical of HearthSong’s offerings are such stalwart items as alphabet blocks, rag dolls, chess sets, and multicolored dominoes, all made of wood, as well as Chinese checkers, canvas teepees, wooden stilts, puzzles, and fanciful hand puppets, plus a variety of simple craft kits that enable children to make everything from gingerbread houses and beeswax luminarias to glycerin soap and beaded jewelry. Most items are acquired from small independent toymakers, an increasing number of which are locally based.

“It seems that we have begun to have a significant influence on the toy industry in this country,” Kane adds. “We develop a lot of our own toys. But there are more and more toys independently designed that we can now tap into, wholesome toys that didn’t used to be around. It’s pretty gratifying to me.”

And apparently appreciated.

The arrival of the HearthSong catalog in the mail is a small event in many households, with parents vying with children over who gets first peek. The goodies displayed are likely to stir up as much wistful nostalgia in the parents as they inspire the inquisitive enthusiasm of the little ones.

“There’s a growing demand for the basic toys that are timeless–much more so than there was 10 years ago,” Kane says. “I think parents are reaching some kind of limit with these trendy toys that everyone just had to have. People enjoy giving things like a wagon, a ball, a baseball glove, a toy stove.”

In other words: the classics. In addition to offering these tried and true artifacts of childhood, HearthSong has an active product development department, responsible for designing 40 to 50 new toys and crafts each year, sold exclusively through the catalog and in the retail stores.

One perennial favorite is Topsy-Turvy Trolls, a terrific set of interlocking, colorful wooden figures designed by HearthSong’s creative director Lynn Ostling, who lives in Sebastopol. The 20-piece set fits geometrically. The 2 1/4-inch trolls easily interlock to build towers and walls. Or use them for board game pieces. “I had some wooden gnomes from Germany at home which gave me the inspiration, and I remembered how my two boys loved to play with tiny standing figures that they could line up and put in interesting formations,” Ostling explains. Her retired father cut the prototypes in his home woodworking shop. Recommended for ages 3 to adult, each 20-piece troll set comes with game suggestions and costs $9.95.

“A child does not need a lot of toys,” Kane insists. “Just a few, well-chosen toys. Toys that speak to who a child is. With those and their own imagination, children will simply thrive.”

From the December 5-11, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Missing in Action

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Still Sinning


colors in yellow peril

By Gretchen Giles

Your family has been here for generations, farming or keeping store or otherwise doing business. While you may speak the language of your ancestors when at home, out in the world–at school and at work–you speak English, like those other Americans who are your friends, colleagues, and lovers.

Then the United States goes to war with the country from which your parents or grandparents or great-grandparents first came. Because of your hair, your complexion, your very eyes–you are branded as an enemy by those who formerly welcomed you into their homes and classrooms. Simply put, you are a Japanese American enduring the torture-at-home of World War II.

The particulars of Japanese internment during the war–a time in which some 110,000 people were imprisoned and had their homes, businesses, and personal possessions taken from them for the crime of simply being Japanese–is the basis for Sonoma State University Communication Studies professor Michael Litle’s short film, The Miyazaki Family: Missing in Action, showing Dec. 4 on KRCB, channel 22.

Based on a short story culled from writer and Sonoma State professor Gerald Haslam’s collection That Constant Coyote, Missing in Action chronicles with hallucinogenic effect the events of one Fourth of July holiday in which an Anglo father and son confront the sorrows and mistakes of the past.

Like David Guterson’s best-selling story of internment and regret, Snow Falling on Cedars, Haslam’s story was evidently prompted by the true-life burning of a Japanese family’s home on Puget Sound during the war. This and other small acts of violence resonate in a manner that circle out far beyond the individuals of family and community within which they occur. Presented with strength by Litle and co-director Amy Glazer, Missing in Action argues the thesis that such degradations cannot be erased by time, and that the sins of the father are an inevitably tarry legacy endured by the son. And the grandson.

While waiting for a parade to pass, an older man (Petaluma actor Lou Ganapolar) is surprised by an image thought long forgotten. A woman (Sachiko Makamora), dressed in the traditional garb of the Japanese farm woman, hauls a child’s wagon loaded with dumpster-derived lettuce past his truck. He blinks in surprise and she is gone. But as the man drives out to his son’s house, drinks a beer in the shade of a backyard tree, and argues with his son (Michael Bellino) about the circumstances of the war fought so long ago at home, she reappears, wandering by the fence, superimposing her plight upon his vision until he is no longer certain that what he has always believed is right really is.

As the two men pass the day in a long and desultory discussion of the mores of the past, the older man begins to question what he has always left as unquestionable. We learn that the Miyazaki family, local farmers and purveyors of a roadside stand, had been ordered from their home to the camps, their son having fought in Italy but having never returned. Coming home themselves after the war, the Miyazakis discover that their home is no more, having been lost to them by a bank demanding mortgage payments from the penury of prison, and then burned by locals enraged at finding a charred American uniform in the abandoned home’s fireplace. Surely the Miyazakis were spies.

Informed by images of resonant beauty (the moon seen through the circulating spikes of a windmill), and enlivened by Litle’s splendid editing at the film’s start, Missing In Action is the first of a series Litle plans to complete that explores the varied natures of cultural identities. Entitled Many Peoples, One Planet–Countering Prejudice, this project is intended as an educational tool, and this must be kept in mind while viewing its pilot effort.

The winner of CINE’s Golden Eagle award and of the Silver Apple awarded by the National Educational Media Festival, Missing in Action is overly earnest but clear. There are no muddy intentions here. The entire Miyazaki family ends up missing–whether physically or psychically, while the Caucasian families soften in the internal rot caused by the rashness and stupidity of their betrayals.

While he may regret the actions of the past, the arguing son, like all the sons and daughters born to immigrants on this soil, is inescapably tied to the mistakes and atrocities of the past. There is no going back.

The Miyazaki Family: Missing in Action plays Wednesday, Dec. 4, at 9:30 p.m. KRCB, channel 22.

From the November 27-December 4, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Talking Pictures

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Ahoy, Matey!


N.C. Wyeth

Avast: Why do we love those sea-faring, sword-wielding rascals?

David Cordingly skewers the romantic myths of pirate flicks

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 meets with English pirate expert David Cordingly, not in a theater, but on the deck of a historic sailing ship.

AN OMINOUS EXPANSE of dark gray cloud moves threateningly across the sky as author David Cordingly gracefully climbs up onto the deck of the Balclutha, a 100-year-old, three-masted schooner, docked at the Hyde Street Pier, the dockside “wing” of the National Maritime Museum in San Francisco.

My companion is a former director of England’s National Maritime Museum in Greenwich. He is in the United States to promote the unveiling of his excellent, bubble-bursting Under the Black Flag: The Romance and the Reality of Life Among the Pirates (Random House, 1995), a book that punches holes in all my favorite swashbuckling fantasies. As a starry-eyed fan of pirate films, I prepared to meet Cordingly with the same mixture of emotions one might have before meeting the person who’s conclusively disproven the existence of Santa Claus.

“As someone who shares your love of pirates, I understand the discomfort this brings you,” Cordingly offers consolingly. “But as a historian, I must say that discovering the truth is really quite thrilling.”

Finding a seat beneath the ship’s foremast, Cordingly continues. “I’m fascinated with the contrast between our romantic image of pirates and what they were actually like. Pirates were quite vicious, they were barbarous, not glamorous at all–so where did we get this romantic image? Why do we talk about buried treasure and treasure maps and parrots and walking the plank and all that sort of thing? Those things never happened–or only very rarely.

“One of the interesting things about pirates is that before they were glamorized by Errol Flynn and the swashbuckling movies of the ’40s and ’50s, the pirate was traditionally always the villain in melodramas on the London stage. There was the moment when it was ‘Enter Pirate,’ and everyone hissed and booed, because he was always the villain. And of course he’d be foreign–Indian or a Muslim, but never British. This was so that you could wheel on the British navy at the end and have patriotic songs and drums, and the jolly British Jack Tar would save the day. So for two centuries the pirate was always synonymous with the villain. Then came the movies, with such films as Captain Blood and The Black Swan, and we began to portray him as a heroic, free-spirited, somewhat charming character.”

And why was popular culture suddenly so willing to embrace a new improved image of those seafaring, sword-wielding rascals?

“I suspect it has much to do with the exotic locations that pirates operated in,” he smiles, a breeze rumpling his hair. “As people’s lives became increasingly city-bound and stressful, I think the notion of sailing a ship in the Caribbean, living like a free spirit, swinging through the rigging and all was rather a nice notion to people. And the pirate movies gave us that.” Cordingly, though fond of some of the earlier pirate films, gives mixed reviews to the swords-and-cannons epics of the last decade.

Cutthroat Island was thoroughly unconvincing,” he says. “They were just going through the motions. Roman Polanski’s Pirates was a dreadful movie, a complete no-go. Strangely, I thought Steven Spielberg’s Hook was terrific. It had a bright-eyed boyish love of the pirate myths all through it.

“I’m still waiting for the really great pirate movie to come along,” he adds. “All they need to do is to read the actual, historical stories more closely. Look at Captain Blackbeard! He’s so astounding you can hardly believe he’s real, until you read the documents of the day and you read what the newspapers were saying about him.

“There’s Henry Morgan, a rags-to-riches tale–this bluff soldier who ends up sacking Panama City. This would have to be an epic. Cast of thousands. He’s sent back to England in disgrace, but ends up in Jamaica with a knighthood and the honorary post of lieutenant governor. He lives happily ever after! I can see a movie about Mary Reade, who actually joined the army disguised as a man and lived as a soldier for a number of years.

“You see, I feel much as you do about pirates,” he concludes gently, standing to face the sky, now clearing across the bay. “I think pirates are a wonderfully romantic image to have in one’s mind. But you can substitute the myth with the authentic, amazing, wonderful truth. In the end, I think the truth would make a far better movie.”

From the November 27-December 4, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Sherry Glaser

Pagan's ProgressAll Smiles: Sherry Glaser brings her latest effort, 'Oh, My Goddess!,' to Sebastopol for its second-ever performance.Photo by Janet OrsiComic Sherry Glaser proves you can't fool Mother NatureBy Gretchen GilesPAGAN TRADITION may have begun with folks frolicking in wooded glens and wearing nothing but wine stains on their chins and scented garlands in their hair, but lately...

Holiday Gifts From Sonoma

Made in Sonomagifts made close to homeOkay, it smacks of bumper-sticker sentimentality, but these days more and more people are seeking ways to think globally and shop locally. So, hey, pass the eggnog and seek out the perfect gift made close to home.From the local color of Sonoma County showcase calendars by photographer Robert Janover (marketed by True Images;...

Jack Elliot

Telling Tall TalesRamblin' Man: Elliot's tales of his musical career have the charm of true-to-life American folklore.Ramblin' Jack Elliot's awfully big adventuresBy Bruce RobinsonI'M REALLY A SAILOR at heart," musician Ramblin' Jack Elliot insists laconically, adding, "It's not so evident in my picking and singing. I sing more cowboy and landlubber stuff. I've been turned off by the...

Talking Pictures

Talking DownElliott MarksSmorgasBorg: Data minds his captors, Borg drones wired for sound.Author Mark Vaz bemoans mass culture as seen in the new 'Star Trek'By David TempletonWriter David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate post-film conversation. This time out, he boldly goes to the latest Star Trek spectacular, along with the...

Medical Marijuana

Up in Smoke By Fred GardnerAT THE CANNABIS BUYERS CLUB in California the sigh of relief seemed more pronounced than the cry of triumph as the Nov. 5 election results came in: San Francisco, 78-22, yes; Los Angeles 54-46, yes. . . . There was hardly a joint being passed around the second-floor office, where club founder Dennis Peron...

Mushrooms

Shiitake HappensBy Bruce RobinsonMALCOLM CLARK was crawling through a high Himalayan meadow on his belly, parting the grasses with his hands just inches in front of his eyes, when he lit upon his quarry. Poking up through the soil was a tendril of cordycerps, a rare fungus prized by Nepalese sherpas for its curative properties."It's a parasite that attaches...

Gary Snyder

Dharma SumsRaku MayersZen and the Art: Poet Gary Snyder laughed when asked if he could be seen as a mountain writing a river. "More like a river writing down a mountain," he said.Gary Snyder's epic is complete, but his journey is far from over By Gretchen GilesIF THE LIFE of an artist is a journey,...

Local Toys

Child's PlayBy David TempletonA quality toy," defines Sebastopol entrepreneur Barbara Kane, "is a toy that brings out the best in the child. A child meets the toy--and finds out something about himself or herself. The best toys are toys that leave a lot of room for the child's own imagination. And of course, a quality toy is a toy...

Missing in Action

Still Sinningcolors in yellow perilBy Gretchen GilesYour family has been here for generations, farming or keeping store or otherwise doing business. While you may speak the language of your ancestors when at home, out in the world--at school and at work--you speak English, like those other Americans who are your friends, colleagues, and lovers.Then the United States goes to...

Talking Pictures

Ahoy, Matey!N.C. WyethAvast: Why do we love those sea-faring, sword-wielding rascals?David Cordingly skewers the romantic myths of pirate flicksBy David TempletonWriter David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate post-film conversation. This time out, he meets with English pirate expert David Cordingly, not in a theater, but on the deck of...
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