Eternity 2.0

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At 11am on a Sunday morning, I slip into a row of seats in front of a podium with flower bouquets on each side. I’m here to listen to an aging white man talk about the afterlife. A woman in a fancy hat arranges a potluck lunch on a back table. Other attendees, mostly gray-haired, pass around a wicker basket and toss in $20 bills and personal checks.

We aren’t in church. This is godless Silicon Valley.

The Humanist Society has welcomed Ralph Merkle, a Livermore native, to explain cryonics—the process of freezing a recently dead body in “liquid goo,” like Austin Powers—to the weekly Sunday Forum. We all want to know about being re-awoken, or reborn, in the future.

Merkle, who has a Ph.D. in electrical engineering from Stanford and invented what’s called “public key cryptology” in the ’70s, makes his pitch to the audience: hand over $80,000, plus yearly dues, to Alcor, and the Scottsdale, Arizona–based company will freeze your brain, encased in its skull, so that you and your memories can wait out the years until medical nanotechnology is advanced enough to both bring you back from a frozen state as well as fix the ills that brought on your death in the first place.

“You get to make a decision if you want to join the experimental group or the control group,” Merkle says. “The outcome for the control group is known.”

Alcor gained infamy in 2002, when the body of baseball legend Ted Williams was flown to the company’s Arizona headquarters, where his head was then severed, frozen and, according to some reports, mistreated.

The Humanist Society is an ideal audience for Merkle’s presentation, as its congregants aren’t held back by the tricky business of believing in a soul. Debbie Allen, the perfectly coiffed executive director and secretary of the national board of the American Humanist Association, considers cryonics a practical tool. “Religion has directed the conversation for thousands of years,” she says. Allen prefers to focus on ethics, and whether cryonics “advances the well-being of the individual or the community.”

“Science-fiction,” someone whispers behind me, as Merkle talks about nanorobots of the future. He also notes how respirocytes and microbivores can be “programmed to run around inside a cell and do medically useful things like make you healthy.”

As one might expect in a room full of humanists, skepticism runs high during the Q&A portion of the meeting. People are wondering exactly what kind of animals the scientists have used to test the cryonics process (answer: nematodes); when Alcor freezes bodies (after one’s heart stops, if a DNR, or do not resuscitate, order is requested); whether a frozen brain is any good if the rest of the body deteriorates (“Toss it,” Merkle says. “Replacement of everything will be feasible.”); and what happens if Alcor goes bankrupt.

“We take that very seriously,” the doctor says.

Lunch is served.

“Why would he want to preserve somebody like Adolf Trump?” asks Bob Wallace, 93, who ate salad and cubed cheese with his partner, Marge Ottenberg, 91, whom he met at a Humanist Society event.

“Obviously, the worst possible people are most likely to want to live forever,” says Arthur Jackson, 86, a retired junior high school teacher.

Ottenberg seems more open to the idea of coming back from the dead than her golden-year counterparts. “Whatever works,” she says.

Silicon Valley is the sort of place where people dream about nanorobots fixing our medical disorders. It’s the sort of place where hundreds of millions of dollars are spent chasing that dream.

The last five years have seen an investment boom in what’s called “life extension” research. Some of it is straight-up science, such as the Stanford lab researching blood transfusions in mice to cure Alzheimer’s. Scientists are in a race against time to help as many people as possible, as fast as possible. They’re battling a disease that saw an 89 percent increase in diagnoses between 2000 and 2014; and Alzheimer’s or other dementia is currently the sixth leading cause of death. There are also nontraditional sources of cash flowing into biotech, which was once considered a risky investment.

But death itself is the biggest social ill Silicon Valley is trying to solve.

We can build apps to keep track of diabetics’ blood glucose levels, to measure how soundly we’re sleeping and to access medical records in an instant, but none of this stops the body from wearing out. Alongside the scientists laying the medical foundation to get us to the nanorobots envisioned by Merkle, techie utopians are looking at other ways to cheat death. A cluster of tech companies are attracting far more funding from Silicon Valley than academia, shifting the research landscape with infusions of cash.

Bryan Johnson, an entrepreneur who sold his online payment company to PayPal for $800 million, was the first investor in Craig Venter’s Human Longevity Inc., which aims to create a database of a million human genome sequences, including people who are over 100 years old, by 2020. Oracle founder Larry Ellison, who once said “Death makes me very angry” and is one of the oldest of the life-extension investors at 72, has also invested in Human Longevity. Johnson infused even more cash into the biotech field, investing another $100 million of his own money into the OS Fund in 2014, to “support inventors and scientists who aim to benefit humanity by rewriting the operating systems of life.”

Such projects are examples of Silicon Valley’s extreme confidence in its own ability to improve the world. In an email, Johnson describes his work in grandly optimistic terms.

“Humanity’s greatest masterpieces have happened when anchored in hope and aspiration, not drowning in fear,” he says.

It takes some serious chutzpah to say you’ll extend the human lifespan, and for Johnson, he and his colleagues are venturing where no one has gone before.

“Building good technology is an act of exploration, and that it is very difficult for us to imagine the good that might come from any new technology,” Johnson says. “We proceed, as explorers, nonetheless.”

Johnson’s lofty goals are similar in scale to other giant anti-aging investments in Silicon Valley. In 2013, Google created an anti-aging lab called Calico (for “California Life Company”), hiring top scientist Cynthia Kenyon, known for altering DNA in worms to make them live twice as long as they usually do. Calico is not your local university research lab; it has $1.5 billion in the bank and has remained close-lipped about its progress, like a Manhattan Project for life extension.

For Google co-founder Sergey Brin, 43, Calico may be another way to attack a more personal health concern: Brin carries a gene
that increases his likelihood of contracting Parkinson’s disease and has already invested $50 million
in genetic Parkinson’s research, conducted by his ex-wife’s company, 23andMe. Brin said in 2009 that he hoped medicine could “catch up” to cure Parkinson’s before he’s old enough to develop it.

That hope is a common thread among health-obsessed tech investors like PayPal founder Peter Thiel, 49. A libertarian and Trump adviser, Thiel is trying to avoid both death and taxes. His foundation hired a medical director, Jason Camm, whose professional goals include increasing his clients’ “prospects for Optimal Health and significant Lifespan Extension.” Like Brin, who swims and drinks green tea to prevent Parkinson’s, Thiel has changed his daily habits to live longer. He’s aiming for 120, so he avoids refined sugar, follows the Paleo diet, drinks red wine and takes human growth hormone, which he believes will keep bones strong and prevent arthritis.

Thiel has also expressed personal interest in a company called Ambrosia in Monterey, where
Dr. Jesse Karmazin is conducting medical trials for a procedure called parabiosis, which gives older people blood plasma transfusions from people between 16 and 25. Karmazin has enrolled more than 70 participants so far, each of whom pays $8,000 for the treatment. Much has been made of Thiel harvesting and receiving injections of young people’s blood, though Karmazin recently denied that Thiel was a client of his.

Karmazin doesn’t call himself a utopian, but he does note that his work requires some faith. “There’s always uncertainty about whether it’s going to stand the test of time, whether it’ll work at all,” he says. “That’s especially true in technology, and you have to believe in it.”

At the same time, the dystopians of Silicon Valley are preparing for the apocalypse. Reid Hoffman, CEO of LinkedIn, told the New Yorker that he guesses up to 50 percent of tech executives have property in New Zealand, the hot new hub for the end of the world. Steve Huffman, CEO of Reddit, bought multiple motorcycles so he can weave through highway traffic if there’s a natural disaster and he needs to escape. He also got laser eye surgery so he wouldn’t have to rely on glasses or contacts in a survival scenario.

Among the dystopians is Elon Musk, whose brand-new Neuralink company is investigating what Musk calls “neural lace,” a digital layer on top of the brain’s cortex that connects us to computers. Such inventions could eventually lead us to what Google director of engineering Ray Kurzweil calls “technological singularity,” or the time when ever more powerful artificial intelligence will surpass human intelligence, around 2045.

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Musk is nervous about that day, and part of the reason he wants to colonize Mars through his SpaceX plan is because humans need an escape route in case computers take over—or, perhaps, in case of environmental apocalypse. Musk recently quit two of Donald Trump’s business advisory councils over the president’s decision to leave the Paris climate accords, tweeting, “Climate change is real.”

Tech companies as a bloc urged Trump not to leave the Paris agreements; Tim Cook of Apple called him after the announcement to try to get him to change his mind, and Mark Zuckerberg wrote on his Facebook page that leaving Paris would “put our children’s future at risk.”

Zuckerberg has been trying for years to knock down four houses to build a residential compound in Palo Alto, that includes a basement structure that sounds like a bunker perfect for hiding the whole family if the world ends.

Whether climate change destroys California or regular old death arrives before investors have funded a cure, Musk, Zuckerberg and their elite peers have the resources to plan an escape. The question is whether they’re interested in planning anyone else’s.

Tony Wyss-Coray, director of the Stanford Alzheimer’s Disease Research Center, which is on the forefront of anti-aging research, has seen that conflict up close.

“I have been approached by billionaires from L.A. and Texas, and they already have their clinics in the Bahamas or wherever, where they inject themselves with stem cells,” he says.

But those billionaires weren’t interested in funding his lab or curing disease for anyone else.

“They’re interested in living,” Wyss-Coray says. “They realize quickly they can’t buy this directly from Stanford University.”

The line between science and someone’s obsession with mortality is blurry, especially with this much cash flowing.

“It’s hard to completely disassociate the influence of wealthy, rich people from what we do,” Wyss-Coray says. Until the recent influx of funding and attention, the anti-aging scientists he knew “were just a bunch of academic geeks” studying worms. He’s interested not in extending life as much as figuring out why certain people can live past 100 years old.

“The average person at 60 or 65 starts to suffer from a multitude of age-related diseases—arthritis, heart disease, cognitive decline—that for some reason the centenarians seem to be able to escape from, and that’s what drives many of us in the field.”

But when Thiel is reading one’s research, things get more complicated. Wyss-Coray’s studies on the benefits of parabiosis in mice, for example, form the basis of the Monterey trial that so fascinates Thiel. Wyss-Coray is quick to distance himself from Karmazin. “He cites all our work on his website,” Wyss-Coray says.

The first two studies in the “Science” section of the Ambrosia website are from Stanford’s labs, and the first study Karmazin lists about plasma transfusions in mice is Wyss-Coray’s.

Many scientists consider clinical trials like Karmazin’s unethical and scientifically unsound, since they require participant payment for unproven treatments, and you can’t charge someone $8,000 for a placebo, so there’s no simultaneous control group. The Ambrosia trial passed an ethical review, but Karmazin acknowledges the criticism.

“Some people are opposed to it for ethical reasons,” he says. “That’s understandable, but I still think it’s worth doing, so I’m trying to treat people.”

Wyss-Coray is ambivalent about his research being exploited for profit. “You contribute a small piece to knowledge that frequently can be abused by somebody,” he says. “I feel somewhat guilty, but I hope at the same time, we can contribute to maybe having an impact on some diseases, and that will be offset.”

Back under the fluorescent lights at the Humanist Society, Merkle explains that in addition to freezing themselves, people can use Alcor as a bank, putting money aside so that they don’t wake up poor in a hundred years. Future poverty is a common enough concern that Merkle includes it in his presentation. Why would anyone want to live forever if it meant working three jobs to survive?

Indeed, people who are struggling to pay rent right now won’t be able to afford to freeze themselves, so anyone waking up from cryogenic sleep will be wealthy, and most of them will be white, just like the bros pioneering biotech startups and building underground bunkers. Indeed, about 75 percent of Alcor’s frozen customers are male, and Max More, its CEO, is a libertarian like Thiel. The men who have everything want to keep it all, indefinitely.

Income inequality makes life extension the ultimate oligarchical fantasy. A month before Gawker shut down last year, bankrupted by Thiel’s campaign against it, reporter J.K. Trotter mused, “It’s not hard to imagine a Thielist future in which members of the overclass literally purchase the blood of the young poor in order to lead longer, healthier lives than their lesser counterparts can afford.”

In Thiel’s libertarian universe, the luckiest people could live forever, feeding on the blood of teh Bay Area’s youthful underclass—

Hey there, renters!—and living on extra-governmental barges like the seasteads Thiel dreams about, without paying taxes to help anyone else. Floating cities might be helpful if flooding and erosion destroy the California coastline, as CALmatters’ Julie Cart reported could happen 70 years from now.

Taking the scenario a little further, birth would be unnecessary, since no death would mean no one would need to be replaced. That might make people with wombs a little less than necessary, as well, especially if those barges are populated with the new crop of alt-right dudes who sleep with men because they worship masculinity.

Thiel, who is gay, would probably find it preferable to get by without women; he considers date rape as “belated regret” and once blamed women’s voting rights for the eventual demise of democracy. His worldview is the warped conservative version of feminist theorist Donna Haraway’s Cyborg Manifesto, in which she imagined the freedom in a “world without genesis, but maybe also a world without end.” Back in 1984, Hathaway predicted a future where we merged with machines, but warned against letting “racist, male-dominant capitalism” control technology, since hippie progressives are not cheerleading the convergence of humans and machines.

It might all sound far-fetched, but Thiel shares an anarcho-capitalist worldview with White House senior adviser Steve Bannon, among the most powerful people in America right now. And the House passed a healthcare law that saves money on insurance by letting poor people die faster, moralizing that poor people don’t want to be healthy.

Californians may not agree with that law outright, but Silicon Valley’s bootstrappy cult of health is based on the nerds’ association between fitness and brainpower. They’re taking up kiteboarding, tracking steps on Fitbits and eating ketogenic diets during stressful times at startups. It’s not a big jump to life extension for the rich, who deserve to live longer after all that effort.

Are the ethics of life-extension technology any different from historical questions of who gets access to medicine? Maybe not.

Karmazin hadn’t yet considered the topic before our phone call. “I haven’t had this kind of conversation with anyone yet,” he says. But Karmazin compares his trial to the introduction of antibiotics. “Someone who didn’t have access to antibiotics when they were invented—man, they’d probably be really upset. That’s reasonable.” He foresees similar problems with blood plasma as a cure for aging: “I think it’s going to be unevenly distributed.”

Wyss-Coray has serious concerns about that distribution.

“We have enough problems in the world already, and I definitely do not want a select group of people to live longer just because they can afford it,” he says.

In this country, the richest 1 percent live 15 years longer than the poorest 1 percent, meaning Wyss-Coray’s fear is already our reality. The question is how much worse things can get, and whether a medically assisted longer life will be inaccessible to almost all of us.

That’s assuming, of course, that we even want a longer life, or to wake up after a cryogenic sleep. We may value our time on Earth, but not everyone thinks it’s worth it to stick around indefinitely.

If your Silicon Valley brain sees the world as a place of obstacles that can always be overcome—where every system can be disrupted for the better and your brain is the one that will unlock a better future—you might be more inclined to stay. That might also be true if you think the universe is a place to conquer, whether via spaceship to Mars à la Musk or through politics like Thiel.

But what might the future look like, for those who want (and can afford) to stay?

Google’s Kurzweil envisions three medical stages before singularity, starting with our current push to slow aging. Stage two: building on genomic research, including personalized fixes for diseases like cancer. Kurzweil believes we’ll get to the medical nanotechnology that Merkle envisions by the 2030s, which would lead us to the last phase—nanorobots connecting us to “the cloud” in 2045. At that point, avatars of our brains could be loaded into another body. Then we’d live forever.

Bodily ailments would be curable and we’d access consciousness from the cloud, but we’d still lose our memories when our physical brains stopped working. A better (and still terrifying) option might be freezing our brains via cryonics and then bringing them back with nanorobots.

Kurzweil has signed himself up to be frozen, in case the 90 supplements he takes daily don’t keep him alive.

Wyss-Coray has chosen not to go into the meat locker. “I can’t think of any way to connect that to what we’re doing,” he says. “I haven’t signed up for that myself.”

Neither have most other people. Cryonics remains unproven, cost-prohibitive and unusually creepy to the general population, an option for the rich and famous who would need several lifetimes to see their savings run dry. At this rate, they’ll likely outlive us, so we might as well enjoy some refined sugar, pay our taxes and stop fearing the reaper.

Heirloom Herbs

Approximately 12,000 years ago, the Holocene warming began, ushering in the period in which humans began to explore plants dormant and inaccessible due to glaciers.

So began what ultimately lead to the foundations of modern agricultural practices. It was also during this time that cannabis reemerged in Central Asia, according to ethnobotanists Robert C. Clarke and Mark D. Merlin, authors of one of the definitive accounts of the plant, Cannabis: Evolution and Ethnobotany.

While cannabis likely flourished prehistorically, it is hypothesized that this era is when the human experience with the plant began. And, as with today, cannabis held an allure resulting in its transmission through human migration and plant domestication.

Curiosity, a tenant of the human experience, may have led our hunter-gatherer ancestors to discover cannabis, possibly due to its fragrant flowers and the highly nutritious seeds they possess. Discovering a source of nutrition, it is highly plausible that the resins of female flowers, likely covering the hands and the seeds themselves, resulted in psychoactive and mind-expanding experiences. Humans began to domesticate it for food, fiber and psychoactive use, ushering in the origins of landrace cannabis.

Landrace cannabis is defined by cultivars (strains) that have resided in a geographical location for extended periods of time. The results are plants that possess incredible resiliency and survival traits specific to their particular ecosystems.

Resistance to pathogens and insects, diverse chemical and phytonutrient expressions, and favorable growth patterns (such as flowering periods) are all unique traits exhibited by landraces. Clarke and Merlin note that “cannabis has a tendency to revert to atavistic (ancient ancestral) genetic combinations quite rapidly . . . especially when populations are genetically isolated.” This means that landrace cannabis strains possess ancestral traits alongside newly developed ones arising from their adaptation to particular geographical locations over time.

Why are landrace cannabis cultivars important? They are the protectors of genetic diversity and the backbone of modern cannabis cultivars. They provide each unique strain an array of qualities, resiliencies and phenotypical expressions, such as potency and aroma.

For the medical-cannabis patient, landrace strains possess unique cannabinoid and terpenoid expressions, the likes of which are not always found in modern hybrids. These individual and combined phytonutrient profiles hold immense therapeutic potential, much of which is yet to be discovered. Protecting these cultivars is critical.

Patrick Anderson is a lead educator at Project CBD.

Bold Beauty

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In Bay Area foodie circles, chef Chris Cosentino doesn’t need an introduction.

The man behind San Francisco’s carnivore temples Incanto and Cockscomb and winner of Bravo TV’s

Top Chef Masters, Cosentino is a charismatic star on the local skyline, known for his love of nose-to-tail cooking, cured meats and Italian cuisine.

This summer, Cosentino ventures into wine country. His new Napa County project, with partner Oliver Wharton, is the spacious Acacia House, part
of the Las Alcobas resort in
St. Helena. While the rest of the resort is earthy browns and grays, Acacia House fronts the property with a white facade, situated in a picturesque building with an appealing front porch.

On a recent warm night, Acacia House is filled with diners taking pictures of each other and the restaurant’s exterior. Inside, the vibe is decidedly relaxed, as guests are led to the main dining area through a bar surrounded by plush sitting areas.

The restaurant’s decor and menu strive for a light touch. The dining room is finished in wood and cream colors, and the waiters wear beige and green uniforms that are part golf fashion, part gardening club.

The menu is tidy: two snacks, seven appetizers, eight entrées and no specials on my visit. Acacia House caters to both hotel guests and locals, and there is a conscious effort to appeal to a broad common denominator, with a nice balance of vegetarian options and classic, well-loved entrées like lamb and pork.

The seemingly endless supply of excellent housemade breads and whipped butter are easy to love. The bread, multigrain and olive, is so addictive you’ll have to stop yourself before the appetizers arrive.

All of this doesn’t mean, however, that Cosentino came to Napa to kick back and tone it down. On the contrary, it seems as if the Napa Valley’s casual, farm-to-table aesthetic has brought out a softer, playful side of him, without taking the flavor away.

The hamachi crudo appetizer ($18) is a good example. Easily found on dozens of menus across California, crudo, as made at Acacia House, is unexpected and delicious, combining fatty slices of amberjack with cubed strawberries, pink watercress and serrano pepper. Placed on rose reduction sauce and seasoned with flaky sea salt, this is a triumphant starter.

The chilled heirloom cantaloupe soup ($14) is refreshing and light, and complements the spiciness of the hamachi well. It’s sprinkled with “jamon snow,” salty flakes of pork fat that play deliciously against the tart and sweet emulsion. A nice touch, although the plate could use a slightly more generous hand of it.

The mains include pork schnitzel and Kobe beef rib-eye, but it’s tempting to try at least one vegetarian dish. The porcini rigatoni ($26), strongly recommended by our server, is the night’s surprising hit. The sturdy rigatoni incorporates wheat flour and dried porcini powder. The pasta is earthy and flavorful, swimming in an indulgent cream sauce flavored with nettles, pine nuts and hemp oil. With a heap of freshly grated Parmesan cheese on top and more mushrooms in the sauce, the lemony and herbal notes liven up the overall richness, resulting in a dish you just want to keep on eating.

Next to it, the Napa Valley lamb ($38) is a reminder of Cosentino’s affinity for meat. A generous portion of succulent lamb medallions cooked medium rare and splashed with lemon-and-chile-flavored oil are nicely paired with bitter-savory broccoli di ciccio and a base of harissa-flavored smashed carrots.

Desserts can sometimes be an afterthought at resort restaurants, but Acacia House enlisted pastry chef Curtis Cameron to create a series of dishes no one would dream to skip, for $12 each. One dessert, simply named Modern, is almost too pretty to eat: a golden orb of white chocolate mousse surrounded by coconut-flavored toasted buckwheat and lemon marshmallows. The dessert’s golden glaze is made from a mix of exotic fruit purées. It tastes a lot like passion fruit, and the whole ensemble, despite its undeniable beauty, is on the heavier side, reminiscent of the over-the-top mousses and custards of yesteryear.

The second dessert, however, is more in line with the restaurant’s winning simplicity—a caramel tres leches cake, served with burnt-cinnamon ice cream. It’s rich, comforting and airy, thanks to the addition of Greek yogurt.

The check for the meal arrived stashed in a vintage cookbook, Bill Rhode’s 1942 The Business of Carving. Full of gruesome illustrations, it’s a fun reference to Cosentino’s no-nonsense, meat-loving ways.

Free the Press

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The respected journalist Seymour Hersh broke the Mai Lai massacre story during the Vietnam War, and the U.S. military’s torture of Iraqi prisoners at Abu Ghraib in 2004. He investigated alleged gas attacks by Syrian president Bashar al-Assad. Using excellent sources, including ones in the U.S. security establishment, Hersh determined that Assad never gassed his own people.

Although Hersh was a fixture at The New Yorker for years, the magazine refused to publish his Syrian revelations. He had to go all the way to England, where the London Review of Books published his first Syria story. It was instrumental in preventing President Obama from attacking Syria. But the mainstream media portrayed the truth of Assad’s culpability as a “slam dunk.”

The London Review of Books paid for Hersh’s second investigation on the April 4, 2017, Khan Sheikhoun “sarin gas attack,” but then declined to print it. This time, Hersh had to go all the way to Germany, where the Welt am Sonntag newspaper ran it. President Trump subsequently launched 59 cruise missiles at the Shayrat Air Base. While many Americans doubted the credibility of the West’s assumptions, mainstream media stories attributed facts to government officials in the United States, Britain, France, Turkey, Saudi Arabia and Israel.

As the availability and ubiquity of social media has opened up multifarious sources of information, some doubtful, but most not government propaganda, the war waged by the mainstream media intensifies. One cannot imagine President Nixon being toppled if Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein had been blacklisted by all major media outlets in America, as happened with Hersh’s groundbreaking challenge to misinformation, disinformation and omission.

This example is only one of many in this age of “fake news” and “alternative facts.” Governments and think tanks are waging an Orwellian war of words, meant to create a language of orthodox ideology and to discredit any exposure of corruption or war crimes and, in the words of media critic Noam Chomsky, to “strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion.” Thus consent is manufactured and the media become the fourth branch of government.

Barry Barnett is a writer, health professional and musician living in
Santa Rosa.

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Help Oddjob Ensemble Record Their Debut LP

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0009384091_10If you need a musical job done in the North Bay, Kalei Yamanoha is the man to do it. The multi-instrumentalist is a seasoned touring and recording musician who plays hundreds of shows a year, often on the accordion, with acts like the Crux, Sharkmouth and many, many others.
In addition to that musical resume, Yamanoha is also the founder and frontman of avant-garde, Vaudevillian-inspired folk troupe Oddjob Ensemble, who are embarking on a massive mission to record, produce and tour with their forthcoming debut full-length album, “The Silver Sea.” Described as “12 songs that tell a story of a distant land,” the ambitious project is not without its costs, and Oddjob Ensemble is reaching out to the community for support with an Indie GoGo campaign aimed at raising $7500 for the endeavor.
The band is offering several gift packages for backers of the project, ranging from downloads of the album to private concerts and even an option to have them write a song just for you. The group plans to use the funds to record at Prairie Sun Studios in Cotati with several guest musicians and vocalists. After producing the album, the band hopes to take the album on the road for a six-week national tour. Lend a hand if you can, and get in on the shenanigans.

What Would Trump Do?

As a journalist I am, of course, all for an informed citizenry. Democracy dies when the public is kept in the dark or disconnects from what our government is up to. But sometimes staying too informed can be hazardous to your mental health. At least that’s been the case for me when it comes to staying on top of the latest abominations from the Trump administration.

During the run-up to the election, I was glued to the news: Politico, the New York Times, CNN, the Washington Post, FiveThirtyEight—anywhere I could get an update on what I hoped would be Trump’s demise. But when the loathsome man-child was elected, I doubled down on my news consumption with equal parts horror and incredulity. How can this be happening?

Over the next few weeks, I noticed a change in myself. I knew Trump’s rogues gallery of cabinet picks inside and out and read the news of each executive order with pained interest. But my binge consumption of Trump news was making me unhappy. So I unplugged from Trump news. Trump was president. Every one of his utterances or actions was horrible. What else did I need to know? I focused on my kids again. I admired spring flowers.

But then some new outrage pulled me back, and there I was again, hitting refresh on the DailyKos or ProPublica sites. Surely, such an incompetent and ignorant creature would fall on his own gilded sword and rid our nation of this waking nightmare. But it was not to be, at least not yet. And the cycle continued. Binge on news. Feel angry and depressed. Withdrawal from news. Reconnect with the beauty of the world only to be pulled back into Trumps’ festering stench of lies and arrogance.

As I look past Independence Day, I’ve come up with a new course of action. I’ll keep abreast of the latest Trump news, but refrain from plunging down the rabbit hole of Trump’s moral turpitude. Instead, I’ll do something that would irritate the popular vote loser. I’ll reach out to immigrants or Muslims and those more frightened than me by what Trump might do to them. I’ll step out of my comfort zone to defend our climate, our oceans, our air, our food supply. And I’ll strive to be honest, kind and humble. Trump would hate that.

Stett Holbrook is the editor of the ‘Bohemian.’

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Housekeeping

The endearingly gawky Sally Hawkins (Happy Go Lucky) stars in Maudie, and it’s one of the best ever cinematic portraits of a character constrained by her body, up there with My Left Foot.

The Nova Scotia outsider artist Maud Lewis (Hawkins) was bent over with juvenile arthritis with hands so clawed she eventually had to hold the brushes with her wrists. Lewis made a small name for herself, painting her world—the pets she had, or wished she had, and flowers for every season.

She lived in a 10-by-12-foot shack in Nova Scotia with her fish-peddling husband, Everett (Ethan Hawke), selling her paintings by the roadside as souvenirs. Because of her immobility, Lewis couldn’t paint very big canvases. Much of her work has disappeared.

Maudie shows how Lewis’ life changed when she left her domineering aunt and took a job with Everett, a scowling, almost vicious grownup orphan with a bad temper. Hawke has to stretch—he’s a tenor trying to sing bass—though it’s clear why he was cast; being a warm, handsome actor, Hawke lets you forgive Everett for his meanness.

Hawkins’ unguarded grin, the husky voice from too many cigs, the candidness and sidelong ways are disarming. There is a secret world inside her; left alone, she talks a bit to herself, or to the chickens, though Hawkins’ Maud isn’t a simpleton, and the film has plenty of salt to it. In one poignant scene, she brings a hen to the chopping block: “Yeah. It’s time. You know, don’t you?”

Maudie would be captivating even if its main character had never painted a lick.

‘Maudie’ opens July 7 at Summerfield Cinemas, 551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.525.8909.

Made for Malbec

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Two samples of Malbec wine recently showed up on our doorstep unbidden. That’s unusual because wineries almost never send the rest of the Cab crew (the traditional Bordeaux quintet of grapes that also includes Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Cabernet Franc and Petit Verdot) out on the media circuit—with the exception of Merlot, and after last week’s barbecue with Merlot column, I think we’re done with Merlot here for the season.

That’s it—’tis the outdoor grilling season. And who brings something called Petit Verdot to a barbecue? Malbec is a minor player in local Cabernet-based blends, used, if at all, in homeopathic doses of 1 or 2 percent. The grape hit the big time in Argentina, however, where they’re big on wood-fired meats—hence the red-blooded, gaucho pampas cred the varietal boasts at the asado, or barbecue. It helps that Malbec tends to be an intense, red-fruited wine, but less tiresomely tannic than much Cabernet Sauvignon.

For a time it looked like cheap Argentinian Malbec would become the next cheap, Australian Shiraz—maybe it’s a good thing it didn’t. Think of it as the Zinfandel of Argentina. Last time Swirl met Malbec, we liked samples from Chateau St. Jean, Arrowood and Imagery Estate.

Hess Collection 2013 Mount Veeder Malbec ($58) Hess Collection says they’ve got more Malbec than anyone in Napa Valley, where the grape occupies more than 400 acres—about neck and neck with Sonoma County. This wine, never mind what I said about red fruit, swirls in the glass like a Stygian current, deep purple and black-fruited. The fruit is ripe and furry, a whiff of a grape-laden arbor on a humid, late summer day in the shade, plus fig jam and dense Christmas fruitcake. But the palate is cool, and grainy tannins bring an iron finality to a finish that’s not metallic or bitter, and doesn’t leave you reaching for the water bottle to spray down your tongue.

Rodney Strong 2013 Sonoma County Reserve Malbec ($40) This venerable Sonoma County winery has picked up 60 acres of Malbec in the last four years—seems like a lot for a sideshow variety, but this wine is a solid classic of the style. A hint of smoke suggests a well-used grill, skipping the “burnt rubber” aroma that is either a flaw or a charm with some South American examples. Blackberry wine brings Zinfandel to mind, then red plum and raspberry offer Merlot comparisons—split the difference and call it pretty good.

Electric Jazz

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Bay Area jazz trio Charged Particles are not afraid to plug in and get loud when the occasion calls for it.

For nearly 30 years, the band has engaged in a variety of genre-blending projects marked by elaborate arrangements and fiery performances.

This month, saxophonist Tod Dickow joins Charged Particles for a concert tribute to saxophonist and bandleader Michael Brecker at Blue Note in Napa, July 12.

Founded by Stanford professor and drummer Jon Krosnick, Charged Particles also features keyboardist Murray Low and bassist Aaron Germain. Together, the group covers a broad spectrum of jazz with an emphasis on fusion’s heavy doses of synthesizers and amplified instruments.

“Around 1970, Miles Davis, Weather Report and others saw synthesizers and the electric bass as a way to increase the volume, increase the energy and increase the breadth of sounds you had to offer audiences,” Krosnick says. “All of a sudden it became very loud and very intense.”

These days, Krosnick notes many jazz players have gone back to the acoustic styles popular before 1970, and his aim for Charged Particles is to embrace all of those historic periods and sensibilities into a blend. Low performs on electric keyboards as well as a traditional piano, and Germain switches between electric and standup bass.

“What we want to do is to make sure the audience is engaged and interested and surprised as often as possible,” Krosnick says. “We’re always looking for how to make the next song different from the last one.”

The group also keeps it interesting by joining forces with other performers, as they’ve done with San Francisco saxophonist Tod Dickow for this upcoming tribute concert to the late Michael Brecker, who passed away in 2007.

“Michael [Brecker] is in the handful of the most important jazz musicians ever,” Krosnick says. “He really set a standard for technical excellence, but his brilliant creative ideas and innovative compositions moved the music forward. He was a very important voice for my generation and younger generations of jazz listeners.”

Though Brecker’s music is rarely found in songbooks, Dickow devoted himself to transcribing his works by listening to archives, and the band’s relentless rehearsals have allowed them to perform Brecker’s most complex songs with proper precision and musical expression.

“We’re incredibly excited to bring it to the Blue Note, which I think is a really important chapter for jazz in the Bay Area,” Krosnick says. “It’s arguably the most important jazz club franchise in the world, and for us to be invited to play there is an honor.”

Writing Waves

There is something about immersing oneself in saltwater for extended periods of time and dodging walls of waves that lends to some deep thinking about life and our place in the world.

Surfing has recently produced some excellent works of nonfiction that have little to do with stoned-out surfer stereotypes. Last year’s Pulitzer Prize for autobiography went to William Finnegan for Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life. Steve Kotler’s West of Jesus: Surfing, Science and the Origins of Belief is a fine book on the intersection of surfing and spirituality. And I’ll add Jaimal Yogis’ new memoir, All Our Waves Are Water: Stumbling Toward Enlightenment and the Perfect Ride, to the mix.

Yogis, a San Francisco–based author, wrote the book as a follow-up to Saltwater Buddha, a coming-of-age story that blends surfing and spiritual seeking. All Our Waves picks up where he left off in and chronicles Yogis’ multidisciplinary spiritual quests and more earthbound struggles of career, friendship and starting a family. Yogis’ spiritual and physical journeys take him to the Himalayas, Jerusalem, a Washington Heights friary, Puerto Escondido, Mexico, and the cold water of San Francisco’s Ocean Beach.

Yogis sprinkles the book with quotable quotes that connect with the here and now: “God is a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere” (Voltaire); “Without going into the ocean, it is impossible to find precious, priceless pearls” (Vimalakirti Sutra); and my favorite and most apt to this book, “You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop” (Rumi). Buddhism is the guiding light, and the book and Yogis offers a practical tour of Buddhist philosophy.

The subtext of All Our Waves is not surfing, but the search for the universal and the divine in whatever form she/he/it takes. “The word ‘spiritual’ can be a bit confusing,” Yogis says. “In Zen and other non-dual schools of spirituality like Vedanta yoga, everything is considered spiritual, even the most mundane tasks like washing dishes. So surfing is just one of the things I do because I love to do it.

“And because I practice meditation and am interested in what you might call spiritual or philosophical questions—why are we here, how do we realize our potential, how do we reduce suffering—the sea becomes another place to practice.”

With equal doses of humor, self-deprecation and well-rendered storytelling, Yogis does a great job making these heady themes accessible and entertaining through personal experiences.

In the toxic fumes that characterizes American political and cultural discourse of late, All Our Waves Are Water is a lungful of fresh air and a poignant reminder of the wider world beyond the glow of the TV screen. And Yogis is a sharp and insightful writer who has the good sense to temper his spiritual pursuits with a healthy dose of humility and humanity.

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