Letters to the Editor: September 13, 2016

Death Sentence

So, I’m reading along, trying to enjoy my lunch as I get educated about why the farmworkers might not get their extra money for their extra work. And I got to this unbelievable sentence:

“But let’s back up a minute here. To understand the genesis of Raudabaugh’s juicy online riposte—whose ‘snowflake culture’ language is more typically seen in rightward-leaning discourses that slam college campuses over trigger warnings and safe spaces as a bulwark against the dread onslaught of the oversensitized and politically correct—the overtime bill aims to move California beyond federal overtime rules that date back to the presidency of Franklin Roosevelt and are enshrined in the 1938 Federal Fair Labor Standards Act, which, as AB 1066 itself recalls, ‘excluded agricultural workers from wage protections and overtime compensation requirements.'”

Whew! I first stopped at “riposte,” and needed to look it up, but as the sentence continued, I looked back to see who wrote this. Surprised me, ’cause I am a fan of yours, Tom, have been reading you regularly since you first appeared in these pages, but what happened here? I think the news editor needs an editor. Just sayin’

Guerneville

Bill Bowker Blues

I went to the Russian River Jazz and Blues Festival this year because of the lineup (“Forty Years of Music,” Sept. 7). I’d been waiting far too long to get back to the basics of the blues with a lineup that hasn’t toured up and down the West Coast for the past year. I do respect and appreciate all past performers, but this year was a treat. I’m disappointed, as I know many others are, for the Bohemian failing to mention Bill Bowker and company when reporting about the Russian River Jazz and Blues Festival. He has worked harder than anyone to keep the blues alive in and around Sonoma County, and I thank you for that, Bill Bowker.

Via Bohemian.com

Hopkins Yes

Logical fallacies often show up in campaign speech; for example, the use of simplistic either/or reasoning and appeals to fear. This kind of communication is not helpful to voters, because it primarily misleads rather than informs.

At the beginning of her race for supervisor, Lynda Hopkins made it clear that she would run a thoughtful and reasoned campaign. She has done just that by focusing time and effort on substantive policy issues. Looking ahead, Hopkins aspires to be a positive and effective supervisor, using a collaborative approach that increases the likelihood that problems get solved. This ambition echoes a campaign theme: “Let’s work together.” She will then regularly seek consensus and, sometimes, appropriate compromise.

Being a longtime environmentalist and an organic farmer, Hopkins knows that environmental protection is a critical governmental responsibility. Moreover, she believes that we can safeguard our scenic coast and fertile landscape without choosing to disparage certain community members.

Eschewing divisiveness, she will endeavor to involve the entire community in the wise defense of our natural heritage. She is a strong, new leader, a leader who can help us move beyond the old paradigms impeding our ability to address important challenges—present and future.

Sebastopol

Write to us at le*****@******an.com.

Americana Radicals

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First formed in 1989, the Mavericks have developed a formidable and devoted fan base. And even though the group has endured more transitional periods than should be allowed, including a hiatus that ran from 2004 to 2012, the highly ambitious tour in support of their latest release, 2015’s Mono, thankfully seems to have no end in sight and features an extended West Coast run of dates.

“During [Mono‘s] writing process, I found myself wanting certain things,” says bandleader Raul Malo. “When you hear Cuban or world music of any kind, you may have no idea what the singer is saying, but you can feel it. That was what I wanted: to evoke a feeling.”

On Mono‘s standout songs like “Stories We Could Tell” and “The Only Question Is,” the group excels at several different music styles including (but not limited to) country, Americana, blues and swing, without sounding dated or derivative.

This weekend, the Mavericks play Earle Fest alongside Lucinda Williams, the Paladins, Girls + Boys and others. The annual event supports Santa Rosa’s Earle Baum Center, which serves to heighten awareness of the visually impaired and blind through numerous services.

Earle Fest happens Saturday, Sept. 17, at the SOMO Village Event Center,
1100 Valley House Drive, Rohnert Park.
2pm. $55 advance. All ages. 707.664.6314.

Two by Sea

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Hotel restaurants were once shunned in favor of more adventurous standalone options. But now some of the best eateries, from Vegas to Macau, are a step away from a reception desk.

The Hotel Petaluma, a city landmark going through a major makeover, is on its way to becoming a boutique destination, and its month-old restaurant, the Shuckery, fits perfectly into the hotel’s relaxed vibe. Clean walls, good lighting and an open kitchen add to a lively buzz in the often-crowded dining room.

The buzz goes beyond the novelty of a new restaurant. If you’ve attended a few Sonoma County weddings or special events, chances are you encountered the Oyster Girls, the traveling oyster bar by sisters Aluxa and Jazmine Lalicker. Shucking Tomales Bay oysters since 2007, the sisters invited chef Seth Harvey to build a seafood-centric menu in which the oysters are only part of the opening act. Following in the footsteps of modern hotel restaurants, the Shuckery isn’t afraid to take risks. The menu is ambitious and adventurous, and in most cases, it pays off.

The raw oysters ($3 each; six for $16; 12 for $30) are natural winners. The Humboldt Kumamoto bivalves, which the waitress recommended, are smooth and satisfying, with a hint of sweetness. Compared to them, the baked oysters in salsa verde (three for $11; six for $20) are too skinny and didn’t deliver the same delicious mouthful.

When an ingredient is prepared “two ways,” the chef’s goal is typically to demonstrate creativity and technique, and Trout Two Way ($14), from the Bites sections, does the trick, displaying a delicate trout tartar next to a crispy, skin-on fillet served with yogurt sauce.

The vegetarian appetizer, cauliflower Hot Wings ($14), was equally revelatory. Coated in rice flour and gochujang paste and sprinkled with green onion, it was crispy on the outside and surprisingly rich on the inside. The generous portion makes it a worthy option for non-fish eaters.

Many North Bay restaurants make decent fish tacos, so it makes sense to opt for something less ordinary at the Shuckery, like the calamari relleno ($26). On the Mediterranean, fried squid is stuffed with crab meat and served with sweet and creamy yellow corn soubise and a refreshing, electric-green tomato and poblano pepper purée. Both sauces are great, and so is the filling, but the squid could have used more salt.

The Shuckery has only two desserts on the menu: dueling budinos ($9), a couple of rich mousses, and a bread pudding with peaches and crème anglaise ($9). On the menu, they appear under a heading that reads “If you still got room . . .” We didn’t, and after oysters and seafood, it would be nice to have a lighter, fruitier option.

The Shuckery is a promising new restaurant with plenty of pleasant surprises that is already fulfilling the Lalicker sisters’ vision as well as that of a reimagined Hotel Petaluma.

Second Home

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‘Each person who’s made it to Occidental has a story about how they got there,” says songwriter Jen Tucker. A fixture there since moving to Sonoma County seven years ago, Tucker gives the town a starring role on her new folk roots album, Occidental Journey, released this month.

Tucker grew up in Cleveland, and moved to Dallas as a teenager. There she got involved in the new wave and punk scene before moving to California to attend the California College of the Arts back when the Oakland school still called itself the College of the Arts and Crafts in the 1980s.

For many years, Tucker lived in San Francisco, worked for a dotcom company and kept music on the backburner, until she moved to Sonoma County in 2009. “This is a great music scene, and it reconnected me with my music,” Tucker says. “It was the perfect environment to get back into music some 25 years later.”

After relocating, Tucker recorded and released three albums of original music, 2011’s Something I Didn’t Do, and, in 2012, an LP, Songs from the Bohemian Highway, and EP, Angry Girl.

Over the last three years, Tucker has focused on chronicling the gifted people, the gorgeous redwood settings and her inspiring experiences in Occidental for the new album, recorded this year at Jackalope Records in Santa Rosa.

Tucker points to local personality Ranger Rick, formerly the unofficial mayor of Occidental, who in 2011 first befriended and guided Tucker through the community, introduced her to local musicians, promoted her shows around town and even found her a band at the local farmers market. That band now regularly consists of guitarist Kyle Martin, bassist Paul Lamb and drummer Kevin Cole.

Before Ranger Rick passed away in 2012, Tucker says he also came up with a line, “the songs of the redwood trees,” that inspired the new album’s collection of folkloric fables set in the west Sonoma County hamlet.

“Finding Occidental is a really long journey; it’s such a magical place,” says Tucker. “I love the town and the people so much, everyone is genuine, everyone has an appreciation of the arts, and it’s an escape from the rest of the world.”

Up in Smoke

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One cannot grow up in Sonoma County without gaining at least some awareness of who Jack London was, that he wrote books about wolves and dogs, and that his home is now a state park a mere 30-minute drive from Santa Rosa.

This year, the county marks the centennial of London’s 1916 death with numerous events, many taking place on or around the gorgeous sprawling property he once called home near Glen Ellen.

Interest should be high, therefore, for Cecelia Tichi’s passionate world premiere, The House That Jack Built. Directed with resourceful tenacity by Craig Miller, the play appears alongside Charlie Bethel’s acclaimed one-man telling of London’s Call of the Wild, at 6th Street Playhouse.

Propelled by a first-rate performance by Ed McCloud as Jack London, Tichi’s play is set in August of 1913, just as London was completing construction of Wolf House, the vast rock and redwood residence he’d sunk his dwindling fortune into building for himself and his wife, Charmian (Elizabeth Henry).

Few locals don’t know the eventual fate of Wolf House, but that something bad is going to happen is easy to guess from all of the first-act foreshadowing about insurance and creditors. The act is anchored by a long barroom conversation between London and three old associates—boyhood pal Frank Atherton (Lito Briano), newspaper reporter Cloudesley Johns (James Rowan) and photographer—and one-time South Sea shipmate—Martin Johnson (Matthew Cadigan).

As bar owner Johnny Heinold, Ben Harper is delightfully natural, all watchfulness and easy grace. But the whole first act is little more than a vigorous recitation of well-researched historical details about London, his progressive worldviews, his successes and failures, and anything else the playwright—a scholar at Vanderbilt University—felt lovingly compelled to squeeze in.

The second act—highlighted by an unexpected boxing match and the climactic event that altered the course of London’s life—is far livelier, but still feels less like a play than an interpretive docudrama presented to visiting tourists.

As drama, The House That Jack Built, for all its charms and local significance, strains under the weight of being so aggressively “educational.” That said, it’s never boring, due mainly to McCloud’s muscular, fully engaged performance, and to the wild excitement of London’s extraordinary life.

Rating (out of 5): ★★★½

Out of Darkness

‘The most surprising thing about this whole process for me,” says actor Dameion Brown, who’s playing the lead in Marin Shakespeare Company’s new production of Othello, “is hearing all of these amazing actors I’m working with, these incredibly experienced professionals, look me in the eye and say, ‘You belong here. This is your place. This is your home.’ That’s been the biggest surprise.

“I also got another surprise last night, during dress rehearsal,” he adds with a laugh, “when I realized how hot a Shakespearean costume can be!”

Taking on what is believed to be one of Shakespeare’s most difficult roles would be considered a challenge for even the most seasoned of actors. Not only has Brown never acted on a professional stage, he’s got just one stage performance to his name. In May of 2015, he played Macduff in a production of Macbeth. The one-time-only production was held inside California’s medium-security Solano State Prison, where Brown was then incarcerated, an inmate of the correctional system since the age of 25. He is 48 now.

“Theater is about transformation,” says Robert Currier, artistic director of Marin Shakespeare Company (MSC), and the director of Othello. “Actors transform themselves into characters, and that can be an incredibly healing thing,” he says. “It transforms the actors and it transforms the audience, who see people in ways they’ve never seen—and as part of that, theater eventually transforms the world, one play at a time.”

For more than 12 years, MSC has been conducting Shakespeare workshops in California prisons as part of its Shakespeare for Social Justice program. Overseen by Lesley Currier, managing director of MSC, the prison project currently operates workshops and stages plays, performed by prisoners, at several institutions, including San Quentin, Solano, Folsom Women’s Facility and High Desert State Prison. This, says Lesley Currier, is the first time one of the program’s participants, after being paroled, has been cast in a role during Marin Shakespeare’s summer season of shows at the Forest Meadows Amphitheatre on the Dominican University campus in San Rafael.

It’s one of many firsts that the company and Brown are experiencing together this summer. Along with his first time performing alongside professional actors, the long-imprisoned Brown recently took a dip in a pool during a cast party to break up a long day and night of rehearsals.

“That was the first time I’ve gone swimming in 26 years,” he says. “It felt good.”

Brown first encountered the Curriers after signing up for the workshop, which he learned about from a flyer posted in the prison. At the time, he was in the 22nd year of his life sentence (with possibility of parole), following his 1993 conviction for a number of violent offenses against his family and children. After years of self-education and a long effort to come to grips with the harm he’d caused the people he loves, Brown says he was ready to dig deeper, but had no idea that the opportunity would come through an acting class.

“I saw the flyer, and I really thought it was some kind of short-term workshop, and that would be the end of it,” Brown says. “It was something to do. I signed up for the class out of curiosity, with no expectation that I would end up cast in a play or that it would end up sparking the kind of transformation journey I’ve been on ever since.”

The class, conducted by Lesley Currier, consisted of a variety of acting exercises. Brown admits that they seemed “weird” at first, so alien and contradictory compared to everyday life in prison.

“Ultimately, it was an opportunity to laugh,” he says. “To laugh at oneself and to laugh at someone else, without anyone taking offense. It was amazing, and it lightened up the environment in which we all lived.”

Previous to that, Brown’s only experience with acting was in school, back in Jackson, Tenn., where he grew up as one of 12 children. In middle school, he was cast in a production of Othello, but the show never took place.

“I’d gotten the lead,” he says, “and I wanted to play the part and we were going to perform it, but then there were divisions amongst the adults—the black and the white adults. Being in the South, some parents did not want their daughter intermingling with an African-American man, and some African-American adults did not want a young black man intermingling with white people’s daughters.”

Brown says he never forgot his brush with Shakespeare, and he remembered it as he committed himself to the class at the prison. Expecting little more than a series of exercises and perhaps the performance of a scene or two, he was surprised when Currier announced that she would be auditioning the participants for a production, to be held at the prison, of Shakespeare’s Macbeth.

“I’d never really acted before, so I asked for a very small role,” Brown recalls. “I didn’t want to shoulder the responsibility of anything large. So of course, Lesley gave me the part of Macduff.

“That,” he says with a laugh, “was a heavy load.”

What followed was a period he now looks back on as some of the hardest work he’d ever done in his life.

“It helped that the men who were in the play were very serious about getting it done,” Brown explains. “That camaraderie, that sense of ‘We need you,’ ‘We’re in this together,’ ‘If you’re there, we’ll be there’—that thing took over, and it became a family, in a sense.

“Family is not smiled upon in prison. There are different gang members, different races, who would otherwise not interact in this manner. But because of the play, and our common interest in creating the best play we could do, all of that other stuff went out the window once we were in that room together, during that time. It was beautiful.”

The play, in which Scottish warlords fight for territory and Macbeth becomes addicted to violent action, gave the cast an opportunity to talk about the part violence had played in their own lives. The day of the performance, he says, was incredibly emotional for all of them.

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“We only performed it once,” he says. “At the time, had you said, ‘Would you like to perform it twice?’ I’d have said, ‘Are you crazy?’ I had so much anxiety leading into the play. I just wanted to do it and be done.

“There was a fellow actor, Ronan, who was in the play,” Brown continues. “He said to me, ‘Whatever you think, you are ready for this. And I guarantee you, once you complete it, you are gonna want to do it again.’ And I said, ‘I can guarantee you that I will not.’ And then, after we had completed it, the first thought that crossed my mind was, ‘How many different ways are there that I could make this even better if I had the opportunity to do it again.’ It was natural. I did want to do it again.”

Over the course of those rehearsals, Brown says he developed a great deal of trust in Lesley Currier.

“She gave me everything I could receive to help me do well,” he says. “And then we did the play, and I didn’t get a single report back that was critical of my performance—and this was in a place that is one of the most highly critical places on earth.”

Shortly afterwards, Brown was paroled. After a brief stay in transitional housing in Vallejo, his parole was moved to San Francisco—which put him within a bus ride of the Marin Shakespeare Company.

“During Macbeth, Lesley had always encouraged me to think about acting more in the future, and that if I was allowed parole, to consider looking the company up,” Brown says. “At the time, I just took that as a polite thing to say. Lesley is a very sweet, very humane person. I thought she was just being nice. I appreciated it, but I didn’t believe it.”

Once in San Francisco, Brown called up the Curriers, who invited him to see their production of Richard III, staged last summer with Aidan O’Reilly in the lead. For Brown, it marked another first.

“It was my first time seeing a professional play,” he says. “I was blown away.”

Not long after, Brown took a chance, and told the Curriers that if they ever wanted to stage Othello, he wanted to be considered for the part.

“Plain and simple, we chose Othello for this season because Dameion wanted to play the role,” says Lesley Currier. “We decided to do it last year, when Dameion was paroled and came to San Francisco. Bob has spent a lot of time reading through the play with him. He’s been taking diction lessons. He’s been working very hard, and it’s paying off in spectacular ways.”

Marin Shakespeare Company last staged Othello 12 years ago, and Lesley Currier believes that this production is electrifying, in part because of the raw honesty of Brown’s performance, and a cast of professional actors who, she says, have been incredibly supportive. After all, casting a recently paroled, untested actor as the lead in one of Shakespeare’s most powerful dramas is, by definition, a risky move.

“We spoke to our board about it and had a lot of discussion about whether this would be potentially distracting publicity for the company,” Lesley says. “The board had concerns that we tried to answer. Dameion was living in transitional housing in the Tenderloin. His life situation was tenuous. He didn’t know where
he’d be living. We didn’t know if he’d be able to live up to the demands of rehearsing and performing.

“But,” she continues, “you meet this man for one moment, and you know he’s a trustworthy man, a man who is committed to doing something with his life. He’s talked to his family, to make sure that they were OK with it, if there was publicity about his background. We all did a lot of soul-searching, and we decided, ‘Let’s do it!'”

“My family [has] been very supportive,” Brown says. “They want me to do it. They believe they are strong enough to deal with anything that might come their way in terms of the content of Othello. And they believe I am strong enough—so here we are.”

Brown praises the work ethic of his fellow performers, who include Luisa Frasconi as Desdemona, the wife of the Moorish general Othello, Jeff Wiesen as his faithful secondhand man Cassio and Cassidy Brown as the treacherous Iago, who schemes to make Othello jealous of his new wife.

“Acting is very hard work,” Brown says. “I was given a very serious introduction doing Macbeth. That was incredibly hard work. But this—working with people like Luisa and Jeff and Cassidy—they are top-shelf actors, and they are so generous with their knowledge. They are giving and they are encouraging. That feels good.”

For his part, in addition to rehearsing hard for Othello, Brown has been working as a case manager for transitional-age youth and high-risk young people, through a program headquartered out of the San Francisco Sheriff’s Department. “It’s very humbling work,” Brown says. “Very satisfying, very painful work, but very rewarding.”

He’s found support there, too.

“Some of the deputies, some of my co-workers and some of my clients, they are planning on coming to see the show,” he says. “That’s going to be something.”

Asked if he’d like to continue acting, Brown smiles.

“I think, this time, I am not going to say I can guarantee I will not want to do this again,” he says. “I do want to keep doing this, if I am fortunate to receive the opportunity. What I wonder, though, is if I have it in me—with the places I’ve been and the things I’ve experienced—to ever be effective in a role that is not tragic, like what I’ve played in Macbeth and now Othello. Could I ever play comedy? Nothing I’ve experienced convinces me that I have that inside me.

“But maybe I’ll try it,” he says with a laugh. “I am willing to be surprised.”

Reprieve

For over 20 years it has been legal to cultivate and dispense medical cannabis to patients under California law. But the regulatory landscape began to change over a year ago with the passage of the Medical Cannabis Regulation and Safety Act.

So with clear guidelines, most medical cannabis businesses should be able to follow those rules and feel safe from criminal prosecution, right? Wrong. Cue the federal Department of Justice. Although 25 states and the District of Columbia have enacted laws that permit providing medical cannabis to patients in need, the DOJ has continued to prosecute individuals in those states. California is no exception.

Recently, however, the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals struck a blow against the DOJ’s continued prosecution against lawful medical cannabis providers. A decision from the 9th Circuit is significant since it is binding on all lower federal courts in the nine states under its purview, including Washington, Oregon and California. In United States v. McIntosh, the court ruled that the DOJ cannot prosecute medical cannabis operators if they are in compliance with their state’s medical cannabis laws and regulations.

The basis for the decision is interesting. Almost two years ago, Congress quietly amended the federal appropriations bill. The one-sentence change stated that the DOJ could not use federally appropriated funds to prevent “states from implementing their own state laws that authorize the use, distribution, possession, or cultivation of medical marijuana.”

Many hoped this amendment would end federally subsidized raids on state legal medical marijuana operations. However, raids of medical cannabis businesses continued, as did federal prosecutions by the DOJ. But the 9th Circuit Court confirmed that the appropriations bill amendment meant what it said: the DOJ cannot spend money prosecuting individuals engaged in conduct permitted under state medical cannabis laws if they are “fully” complying with those laws. That’s a pretty significant decision for the cannabis movement and the states leading the charge.

The McIntosh decision comes with a few caveats. The federal appropriations bill could be amended to remove the provision that serves as the foundation of the court’s decision. If that happens, the McIntosh decision would be meaningless. And the court’s decision only applies to medical, not recreational cannabis.

But for the first time, medical cannabis businesses willing to take the necessary steps to strictly abide by California’s various laws and regulations may be able to stop looking over their shoulder for the feds. For now.

Aaron Currie is an attorney with Dickenson, Peatman & Forgarty who assists cannabis businesses in complying with state and local laws. Contact him at ac*****@*****aw.com.

Square Deal

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If it seems like nothing changes in the city of Sonoma, that’s exactly the point of the place.

The mélange of straw and horse manure baked into the adobe bricks that hold the place up hasn’t gone anywhere in the last 170 years, and neither has the parade of sun-dress- and Bermuda-shorts-clad tourists who come to see it, in more recent decades.

But while making the rounds of Sonoma Plaza on a recent afternoon, it occurred to me that a lot has changed in the winetasting scene in the past few years. Let’s get at least a little up to date:

On the east end of town, Gundlach Bundschu, a veritable graybeard of wineries, has inexplicably become one of the hottest destinations among the pick-a-decade-younger-than-you set. To better accommodate the weekend crush, Gun Bun recently added on-the-spot scheduling and a “Donkey Bar,” built from an authentic donkey shed (with photos of the hopefully not shedless donkeys behind the bar) for by-the-glass service on the patio.

To top that, you might see, on certain afternoons, a local gentleman rather purposefully walking a pony across the plaza from the big picture windows at Pangloss Cellars on the corner of East Napa and First. We last visited CEO Christian Borcher at Repris, the “sister winery” in the hills above Sonoma. Pangloss, named after the optimistic character in Voltaire’s Candide, is the place to enjoy their more available wine with local cheeses and meaty treats from Petaluma’s Thistle Meats.

Down an alley on the east side of the Plaza, Eric K. James is long gone, but “American Music Hall” Sonoma Speakeasy pours both beer and wine, to a danceable beat.

On the south side, the bachelor heartthrobs of Envolve no longer pour Pinot for whatever bachelorette partygoers possess the attention span to remember why it was important to be there. In their place, Sonoma-Loeb, the Sonoma County arm of Napa’s high-end Chappellet Winery, pours wine that’s so apparently diverting, I saw a touring cyclist with an alarmingly bloody crash wound brush it off at the bar—it’s nothing, he said, taking another sip.

The notice of ownership change is nothing to fear at Sigh Sonoma, as it’s still owned by local Jayme Powers. “I incorporated with myself,” explains Powers, who’s known to saber a bottle of Champagne now and then outside her cozy little sparkling wine shop. Powers says that her neighbors, Fulcrum, who present a rather more solemn storefront than former tenant, the Two Amigos, serve up a sensuous Pinot.

Thirsty neighbors, or “Drouthy Neebors,” are still welcome further on at MacLaren, but you have to search for it, while Westwood is still worth the search—wherever it is.

artFlare Gallery Hosts a “Fun Pun” Art Show

Sonoma County women’s art group artFlare is wrapping up their latest imaginative exhibit, “Fun Pun,” this weekend, Sept 17-18. Artist Sharona “ChaCha” Tracy has assembled an interactive art show of sculptures made from found objects collected from thrift shops, recycle centers and the streets of Sonoma County.

A most unusual and creative exhibit, artFlare spokeswoman Barbara Goodman says, “it really brings outs the feeling of fun like you remember as a kid. In fact kids would love the show as well. It is interactive, colorful and there’s prizes too.” 

Refreshments and discussion abound this weekend at artFlare Gallery is located in the old barrack buildings at 3840 Finley Ave, Bldg 33, Santa Rosa. 10am to 5pm. artflare.net.

A Bad Case of the Trump Mumps

This blog has been dormant for awhile as I’ve been taking the spa treatment. Nothing too serious but I’ve been sick in the head. Diseased and withered. A wicked bug settled in to my soul called the Trump Mumps, an evil illness for which the only known cure is a vote, lots of long hikes in nature, and cannabis-infused sessions in the sauna, chanting Enya lyrics at top volume. Doctor’s orders, but for many months I’ve been slumped with the feverish jitters in the healing waters, I’ve inhaled the merciful sulfuric fizz and sighed the great heaving, weeping sigh of Hillary Clinton acceptance and have also come to accept, as one accepts the inevitability of death, that it’s possible that some unthinkable lurch in the polls could lead to a Trump presidency.

Gulp, another sip of the tonic under cover of coastal turmeric visions in the fog of Marin County. Another desperate spin through fivethirtyeight.com to check the dreadful Ohio numbers. Can this really be happening? The anti-inflammatory-rhetoric pill has been prescribed and dutifully downed, yet again, and still the unrestrained coarseness of our times beckons at every gruesome plop of a policy position that emanates from Trump’s repulsive anus-face. Who among us can resist the occasional plunge into the Trump morass of vengeful orangutan politics, where hiring a wife-beating anti-Semite to run a campaign comes with no price in the Q-Pac poll, but where Clinton’s hacking cough is a disqualifying sign of weakness that must be analyzed from every sinister and bad-faith angle imaginable, but especially from the perspective of Rudy Giuliani’s badly yellowed teeth? Weird. Where anything that is complex must by its Clintonian nature be assumed to be corrupt—i.e., the Clinton Foundation—but where Trump won’t release his two-mile-high pile of tax returns and declares that nobody cares whether he releases them or not, and nobody cares enough to ask whether people care enough to care about asking him to release them because Trump just Tweeted something outrageous about Mika and Joe? Very weird.  

My head hurts and it hope this is not a sign of a Trump Mumps relapse. But I feel the insistent tickle in my throat as the polls tighten and the Clinton-haters throw their hands aloft and say “What am I supposed to do? She’s an establishment crook and he tells it like it is,” even when Trump is characteristically telling it like it is by telling it like it isn’t—as in, Barack Obama wasn’t born in the United States and global warming is a hoax cooked up by the Chinese. 

Which brings us to the Sierra Club. The nation’s oldest environmental organization is trying to save the world from disastrous climate change impacts—but in its own way is equally as “establishment” as the Clintons and has similarly faced criticism over the various alliances it’s gotten itself mixed up with.

Earlier this week I spoke with Michael Brune, executive director of the Sierra Club, in advance of his arrival in Santa Rosa on the 16th for a talk on climate change. He’ll be at the Glaser Center, 547 Mendocino Avenue, at 7 pm, and there’s a suggested $10 donation but that’s only a suggestion—as is Sierra’s suggestion, by way of their endorsement of her, that you vote for Hillary. Jill Stein: not viable.    

We’ll post the interview with Brune in the Bohemian next week. But briefly and for now, Brune has done a lot of heavy lifting to restore a sense of integrity and accountability to Sierra after it was revealed—around 2010 and before his time there—that the organization had accepted money from a corporate titan who’d been engaged in the ungodly practice of fracking. Old-guard Sierra Club members were, to say the least, not happy at the flim-frackery and Sierra subsequently turned back some $26 million in pledged moolah from the oil-and-gas sector. Nowadays it is more likely to break corporate bread with the likes of Google and Facebook, and I’ll have more on that in the upcoming story.  

I got up to speed on the frack-money controversy and other issues before I spoke with Brune—spent a couple of  hours scouring around online and reading up on the recent history of Sierra. The organization has its detractors and they basically fall into two main categories, which swing to far ends of the political spectrum. On the one hand, call it the left one, the critique runs thusly: You Betrayed John Muir While I Sat In A Redwood Tree Getting Arrested, So Screw You. On the other side of the spectrum lie the false-flag pouncers of a climate-denial bent: You Are Jaguar-Driving Climate Hoax Eco-Hypocrites Who Should Be Shot Because Oil is God.

Well, you can’t make everyone happy. And as the debate rages over whether the Sierra Club is a safe-haven for eco-terrorists or a bastion of eco-fraud corporate sellouts, on shrill websites that almost nobody cares about or takes seriously except for Sean Hannity and Larry the Chemtrail Guy—Sierra Club is moving forward with its climate-change agenda and Brune is coming here to talk it.

Brune’s visit comes as Barack Obama told the New York Times this week that the climate-change trend-lines are “terrifying.” Given the tenor of our lying and venomous times, I wouldn’t be surprised if Trump accuses Muslim weathermen of cheering for Hurricane Sandy from Jersey rooftops in October 2012. In fact I think I just read that on Superstormfront, or maybe Trump tweeted something to that effect, I don’t know—the Trump Mumps fever is back and I may be hallucinating this whole awful spectacle.  

Letters to the Editor: September 13, 2016

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Americana Radicals

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Two by Sea

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Second Home

'Each person who's made it to Occidental has a story about how they got there," says songwriter Jen Tucker. A fixture there since moving to Sonoma County seven years ago, Tucker gives the town a starring role on her new folk roots album, Occidental Journey, released this month. Tucker grew up in Cleveland, and moved to Dallas as a teenager....

Up in Smoke

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Out of Darkness

'The most surprising thing about this whole process for me," says actor Dameion Brown, who's playing the lead in Marin Shakespeare Company's new production of Othello, "is hearing all of these amazing actors I'm working with, these incredibly experienced professionals, look me in the eye and say, 'You belong here. This is your place. This is your home.' That's...

Reprieve

For over 20 years it has been legal to cultivate and dispense medical cannabis to patients under California law. But the regulatory landscape began to change over a year ago with the passage of the Medical Cannabis Regulation and Safety Act. So with clear guidelines, most medical cannabis businesses should be able to follow those rules and feel safe from...

Square Deal

If it seems like nothing changes in the city of Sonoma, that's exactly the point of the place. The mélange of straw and horse manure baked into the adobe bricks that hold the place up hasn't gone anywhere in the last 170 years, and neither has the parade of sun-dress- and Bermuda-shorts-clad tourists who come to see it, in more...

artFlare Gallery Hosts a “Fun Pun” Art Show

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A Bad Case of the Trump Mumps

This blog has been dormant for awhile as I’ve been taking the spa treatment. Nothing too serious but I’ve been sick in the head. Diseased and withered. A wicked bug settled in to my soul called the Trump Mumps, an evil illness for which the only known cure is a vote, lots of long hikes in nature, and cannabis-infused...
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