Letters to the Editor: October 28, 2015

The Redwood Empire

Save the big trees and selectively harvest the smaller trees (“Forest for the Trees,” Oct. 21), so the big trees can grow bigger.

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Thank you for this in-depth look at this important issue. Very interesting and informative.

Bohemian.com

Embrace the Natural Way

As we have been told by our arborist, if people did not blow the leaves off, the ground would not become rock-hard and unhealthy for our native trees (Debriefer, Oct. 21). This would also help stop the spread of sudden oak death, by keeping the trees healthier.

I am 64 years old and weigh 107 pounds. I sweep the leaves out of our driveway and off the street in front of our house and place them under the oak trees on a regular basis. So I do not buy into this “We must have our leaf blowers as a necessary landscape tool, or our world will fall apart, our property values will plummet if we cannot keep our yards devoid of all naturally occurring elements” litany in favor of leaf blowers. Maybe it is time to embrace our natural world, and contribute to its health and be just a bit less tidy without our leaf blowers.

Boyes Hot Springs

Fix Our Roads

Soon, rains will come again to Sonoma County. How will our roads fare? I can tell you that the roads I drive to work are terrible in places like Frei Road in Graton. For decades, our previous supervisors have kicked the can down the road in response to funding needs for our bridges and roads. I fully understand that we do not get much from the state returned to us from gas taxes. We need to help ourselves.

Spending the money now is going to save us 10 times the amount later, should the roads need complete rebuilding. The board of supervisors said in June they were committed to fixing our roads. The voters said they did not want to fix them with Measure A, but they want the supervisors to fix them. So get to work and find more dollars from the increased property taxes we are seeing, additional funds from the many tourists who come here and additional dollars from the reserves and emergency set-asides.

Santa Rosa

Dept. of Corrections

In “Forest for the Trees,” the story mistakenly said Chris Poehlmann had developed his live termite colonies for the California Academy of Sciences. He developed them for a different museum. Also, the story neglected to note Poehlmann had the colonies in his car because he was mailing them to people who had ordered them. The online version has been corrected.

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The Mayo Wars

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Last month, the Guardian reported on emails that revealed possible collusion between the American Egg Board (AEB), a group that receives federal funds for marketing, and two industry groups. I’ll call them Big Egg and Big Mayo.

Their shared goal was to throttle the growth of an upstart purveyor of egg-free mayonnaise, the Silicon Valley–backed Hampton Creek, which turns four years old in December. The AEB is a taxpayer-funded group. The emails, obtained via a Freedom of Information request, detail a sustained campaign against Hampton Creek by the AEB, the president of which wrote that Hampton Creek’s Just Mayo product presents “a crisis and major threat to the future of the egg-product business.”

Words like “attack” routinely appear in the AEB emails, which amount to a group brainstorm over what to do about the Just Mayo problem. It turns out that AEB had advised Unilever during its brief legal campaign against Just Mayo in December 2014, in which the parent company of Hellmann’s/Best Foods Real Mayonnaise sued Hampton Creek over the name of its signature product, Just Mayo.

The lawsuit alleged false advertising because mayonnaise contains eggs, according to the FDA’s definition, and mayo is nothing more than shorthand for mayonnaise. The action turned into a PR disaster for Unilever, which was crucified on social media for being a corporate bully, while at the same time giving Just Mayo a huge publicity bump. The fact that Unilever actually appeared to fear Just Mayo made people all the more curious.

Unilever dropped the suit, but was encouraged by the AEB to “push” the FDA to take a look at the Just Mayo label, and make its own ruling. In August, the agency ruled that Just Mayo can’t be called mayonnaise, or mayo, because it doesn’t contain eggs.

The emails also revealed attempts, some successful, to pay food celebrities and high-profile food bloggers to emphasize the irreplaceable nature of real egg products, thoughts on how to pressure Whole Foods not to carry Just Mayo and even included the presumably joking suggestion that someone contact “some old buddies in Brooklyn to pay [Hampton Creek CEO Josh Tetrick] a visit.”

Besides being a bit out of touch with how things are going in Brooklyn these days, using taxpayer money to joke about taking a hit out on the head of a company isn’t appropriate for government business, nor are collusions with certain corporations to gang up on another. Tetrick says a congressional investigation is coming.

What is mayo? According to the FDA, “[m]ayonnaise is the emulsified semisolid food prepared from vegetable oil(s), one or both of the acidifying ingredients specified in paragraph (b) of this section, and one or more egg yolk-containing ingredients.” The definition also states, Mayonnaise contains not less than 65 percent by weight of vegetable oil.”

This last sentence is the most meaningful, because mayo is, in essence, an oil-based condiment in a semi-solid, spreadable form. Therefore it must consist mostly of oil. And the only way to get it into that pleasing mayo form is to emulsify it.

Emulsions are stable mixtures of substances that typically don’t mix, or stay mixed; in the case of mayo, those would be oil and water. Yolk has long been an irreplaceable ingredient in mayo because it contains many emulsifiers, and does a wonderful job at making mayonnaise emulsions that are sturdy, creamy, durable and non-offensive.

All of that extra oil sets real mayonnaise apart from wannabe spreads like Miracle Whip, which is considered a dressing and not real mayonnaise because it is thickened with added starch and sugar.

But while fat is essential to mayonnaise, egg is not, especially with so many plant-based emulsifiers having come along that work just as well as egg yolk in taking seasoned oil to that special, creamy place. The ingredients in Vegenaise, another brand of egg-free mayo that happens to be in my (decidedly non-vegan) fridge, are virtually identical to those listed on the label of Hellmann’s/Best Foods, with the only difference being that egg yolk is replaced by pea protein.

One would think Vegenaise would present a crisis as well, but apparently not. None of the controversy or drama that surrounds Hampton Creek has rubbed off on it.

I suspect the FDA law will be changed because it’s wrong, as anyone with a mouth could tell you. But the mayo wars might churn for a while first.

Coming Home

KOWS is on the move, or as they like to say, they’re on the moooo—OK, you get it.

Mandatory cow joke dispensed with, here’s the news: the offbeat Occidental community radio station, 107.3 on the FM dial, is poised to sign a new lease and start the process of relocation this week to a classroom at the United Methodist Church in downtown Sebastopol. They’ll be fully jacked-in at the new space come Dec. 1, if all goes according to plan.

And it looks like it is. Late last week, a few members of the all-volunteer nonprofit descended on the new space to sketch out the hows and wheres of installing a control studio in the classroom. Programmer Arnold Levine, a Brit with an elfin mien and a gold ear cuff, scoped out the work ahead with another station volunteer while a church employee, the man with the key, looked on.

Meanwhile, effervescent volunteer programmer Minkoff Chatoy provided spirited color commentary to the technically involved proceedings getting underway. Chatoy is host of
A Fool in the Forest, Tuesdays from 8pm to 9pm, and she bursts into the new space with a delighted gasp, grabs some chalk and draws the KOWS logo on a chalkboard as she raves about KOWS coming home to Sebastopol; the station has been scoping a new home here for about a year and a half.

The community station has been broadcasting for eight years and serves both as quirky cultural redoubt and as the area’s go-to emergency broadcast system. It has become a destination of sorts for touring bands working the San Francisco to Portland thoroughfare, says Chatoy, who’s hosted some of them on her show. One was the Americans, who stopped by for an in-studio show. Chatoy takes delight in these encounters: “They’ve been on Letterman!”

For its first three years in operation, the station broadcast out of a space above Howard’s Restaurant on the strip in Occidental; now they’re in a space downtown, but that deal is coming to an end on Dec. 1. The owner gave plenty of notice, two years’ worth, to find a new space. “This is not a kick-out,” says programmer Dave Stroud during an interview last week at KOWS’ present digs. “We want to be out as soon as we can.”

Levine says there’s been some inevitable and understandable pushback from Occidental residents who have come to love the radio outpost nestled in their midst. But the reality, says everyone, is that the station had to move. There was a deadline from landlord Steve Chatham, whom everyone loves for the opportunity to broadcast from a property he owns, and also for giving them ample notice to find a new home.

And now here they are, at the looming and mission-like Methodist United Church at
500 N. Main St.

According to station materials, KOWS operates on about $20,000 a year—all of it from donations. The station is raising funds to move the antenna and transmitter, now located up the Coleman Valley Road a mile or so out of downtown Occidental.

Stroud, who hosts the Deeper Roots show, notes that community-based nonprofit radio in the era of live streaming means that a tiny station like KOWS can leverage its online presence—they’ve got a great website at kows107-3.org—to build a worldwide audience, while remaining intensely local and attuned to the surrounding community. There are currently around 80 programmers on the volunteer roster, aged nine to
90-ish, lots of worldly people with worldly ideas, says Levine. Stroud chimes in that they get phone calls from people all over the world.

“We’re not just on the radio—we here at KOWS are free range KOWS!,” says Chatoy, by way of explaining the station’s reach and sensibility—a sensibility reflected in the legendary KOWS interview with a 28-year-old cow.

The station is licensed as a
Low Power Community Radio Station, defined under Federal Communication Commission rules as a station whose signal runs up to 100 watts. The KOWS signal was hit-or-miss and subject to getting crushed by, among others, a Christian station nearby on the dial. You could hear KOWS on a hill in Santa Rosa, but not necessarily in nearby Sebastopol, Stroud says (he lives on a hill in Santa Rosa).

That should change with the new Sebastopol location and a new antenna to broadcast the bovine truth. And the move, says Stroud, will be of service to the larger West County listenership in the event of an emergency. The relative isolation of KOWS in Occidental meant that a storm-downed tree branch could be enough to knock them off the air.

“We are better off in Sebastopol and will be more secure,” Stroud says.

Naughty and Nice

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Two supernatural sex comedies are running concurrently at 6th Street Playhouse, perfectly timed for Halloween. Both feature witty retorts and sexual innuendo (and out-uendo), alongside ghostly visitations and eye-popping outfits—but only one features the “The Time Warp.”

Richard O’Brien’s Rocky Horror Show—back for a third consecutive year at 6th Street—transcends its own quirky script deficiencies by turning the whole show into one joyously raucous, sex-positive event, complete with cross-dressing costume contests at the intermission and a rowdy post-show dance break in which the audience is invited to “Time Warp” with the cast. Directed with naughty-and-nice vivacity by Craig Miller and fueled by the spot-on perfection of musical director Justin Pyne and a magnificent rock band, this is a Rocky Horror that brings enough high-spirited fun to outweigh the loony flaws of the story.

As Dr. Frank N. Furter—the sweet intergalactic transvestite himself—Rob Broadhurst unleashes a torrent of high-heeled, pelvis-thrusting glee, and Zach Howard rocks hard as the duplicitous butler Riff Raff. Mark Bradbury and Abbey Lee, as the virginal visitors Brad and Janet, do fearless, first-rate work in the show’s trickiest roles.

This Rocky Horror is a dark-humored dance party all dressed up as a play.

Rating (out of 5): ★★★★

In its time, Noël Coward’s Blithe Spirit was the Rocky Horror of drawing-room comedies. It’s the story of a milquetoast writer haunted by the ghost of his manipulative first wife while struggling with the passive-aggressive machinations of his second. Directed by Meghan C. Hakes, the 6th Street version delivers visually but misses the mark in its tone and rhythm. Hurt by a tentative pace and some wildly uneven (often unintelligible) accents, the show takes what might have been a tasty martini and turns it into a diluted cocktail of clashing, though still slightly fizzy, soft drinks.

Despite delightfully engaging performances by David Yen as optimistic author Charles, Gina Alvarado as the ghostly femme fatale Elvira and Lennie Dean as the well-meaning medium Madam Arcati, the production woefully miscalculates the underlying point of the play—which can’t be described without spoiling key second-act surprises—resulting in an ending that, though visually magical, is suddenly and unexpectedly not fun.

Rating: ★★★

‘Blithe Spirit’ and ‘The Rocky Horror Show’ run Thursday–Sundat through Nov. 8 at the 6th Street Playhouse.
52 W. Sixth St., Santa Rosa. Thursday–Saturday at 8pm; ‘Blithe Spirit’ has 2pm matinees, Saturday–Sunday. 707.523.4185.

Local Color

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Artist Mimi Robinson resembles a colorful palette, much like those she generates in her inspired plein aire watercolor paintings and her “personal visual journal.”

Unlike many artists who work intuitively, Mimi has devised a philosophy of color that she explains in her new book, Local Color: Seeing Place Through Watercolor, published by Princeton Architectural Press. She teaches her ideas and methods in workshops around the Bay Area with the intention of “helping people to sharpen their powers of observation and raise people’s consciousness of their world, the places they live and the colors that are all there.”

Robinson is also a skilled designer and an artisan who travels the world from Peru to Kyrgyzstan to consult with and advise local artists. For this facet of her work, she comes equipped with business acumen, which includes marketing and product development. With all these pursuits, she remains an even-keeled, gracious woman with a passion for the outdoors.

Color and light are Robinson’s main connection to both art and life. Unlike some who chronicle experiences with photographs, recordings or diaries, she creates palettes of colors wherever she goes. Even an ordinary walk down the streets in her hometown Petaluma becomes an opportunity for observing nuances of color and light. The color palettes are swatches of watercolors on scrap paper that replicate the colors she observes in the environment.

Each one resembles a contiguous collection of small Mark Rothko–like paintings. She invents names for the colors she’s mixed “to evolve a more personal connection to the place.” Ochre could be renamed “summer grasses”; gray might be called “jackrabbit.” She encourages her students to do the same.

“Looking back at the palettes brings me back to the time and place,” she writes in her book. “It’s a way of keeping memories. Each place has a specific color range and an identity. Looking at a palette of a summer day on a cold February night can help to bring back that experience.” She has shoeboxes full of these visual journals.

Robinson comes from an artistic family. Beginning at an early age, she painted with her father who gave up a law practice to illustrate children’s books. Her mother is also a painter, and the family went on painting vacations. One of her brothers became an architect, the other a talented woodworker.

Robinson attended the Rhode Island School of Design, where she majored in painting. After college, she earned a living making forensic models of crime scenes for lawyers. She and her business partner hired their similarly poor artist friends to help. During these years she haunted model train stores for materials, and her miniatures were considered so charming that lawyers sometimes gave them as gifts to their children, minus, one supposes, a diminutive corpse or two. From this quirky occupation her work evolved into constructing high-end architectural models. Then there was glass blowing, a passing hobby.

Eventually, she became director of product development for the Nature Company, designing products that educated children about their environment, everything from butterfly kits to sundials.

Now she’s on the road a lot, which, in her case, involves travels to off-the-beaten-track places in Latin America, Africa, the Middle East, Central Asia and the Caribbean. Her work is supported by a range of NGOs, governments and private institutions that support independent businesses and subscribe to fair trade practices.

When Robinson is invited into a project, her process runs a dual track: weeks of research followed by work in the field. She sees her work as helping local, entrepreneurial artists develop what they already do, their “core products,” whether it’s quilt-making in Haiti or ceramics in Turkey.

Color plays an important part in this mission and a significant role in the identity of the products created, sometimes over generations. In Peru, for example, she says, “the natural color of the animals they tend—alpaca, llama and vicuna—create hues of browns, creamy whites, silver, gray, browns and blacks.” Purple tones come from the ahuaypili leaf. In Haiti, she says, “paintings are colorful, vibrant and inspired by the tropics.”

Through creating color palettes she encourages artisans to become more conscious of the colors of their environment, which then feeds into new design ideas.

When appropriate, she helps artisans expand their products, but does not make income from the production. In Haiti, it might be using the same quilt-making skills to create pillows, which might appeal to a different clientele.

She believes that developing local markets with sustainable materials makes more sense both economically and culturally. Sometimes, however, artists live in isolated areas where there are no markets or tourists. When appropriate, Robinson is prepared to shepherd handmade wares to large U.S.-based and European gift shows that provide exposure for the artists’ work and, more important, to potential buyers.

Perhaps in response to our age of mass-produced everything there is still a yearning for craft. “Handmade is alive and well,” Robinson says. “There is a huge market for these products. People want to know who the maker is, and where and how they’re made.”

Robinson partnered with La Red MATAT, a Mexican organization working with 22 women’s groups that support indigenous communities and craft techniques. She helped to create collections of home textiles and accessories that were inspired by the embroidery traditions of Hidalgo, Puebla and Chiapas. A collection of hand-stitched felt wool pillows and embroidered oil cloth were subsequently displayed at the New York International Gift Fair in 2014.

Meanwhile, she’s working on showing her own creations and holding more “local color” workshops. “I love teaching and drawing out people’s creativity wherever I am able to do that in the world, be it with artisans who have generations of knowledge passed to them or with people in our own society who may or may not have had their creativity encouraged through their lives.”

Orange Crush

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Legend has it that on certain gloomy nights in New England, the pumpkin was once employed as a replacement head for horsemen in need. But other than that, it seems like the orange gourd—or squash—had only two primary uses: as a jack-o’-lantern for Halloween, and in pie for Thanksgiving.

Now pumpkin is everywhere during the season, disposed of in all manner of foodstuffs as if it were a civic duty. Even Big Beer has staked a claim in the pumpkin patch, with craft-spoofing spinoffs Shock Top Pumpkin Wheat and Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale. But is anyone really demanding that it also be brewed into our beer?

“Yes, they are,” replies Fal Allen, brewmaster at Anderson Valley Brewing Company. The key to making a pumpkin ale like Anderson Valley’s Fall Hornin’ palatable is the traditional blend of pumpkin pie spice.

“In reality, pumpkin has very little flavor on its own,” says Allen, “so if you want pumpkin flavor, there’d better be a lot of pumpkin in the beer—or you’d better have some spices.”

Anderson Valley’s Pinchy Jeek Barl amps up the caramelized, roasted pumpkin and spice flavors with six months aging in Wild Turkey bourbon barrels. The spice is low-key and earthy, integrated in the deep amber ale’s rich malt flavor, while the kiss of whiskey only provides a sweet sensation, leaving the finish reasonably dry.

In its fourth year of making ACE Pumpkin, the Sebastopol cidermaker is already distributing 40,000 cases, according to Jeffrey House, president of ACE Cider. Don’t expect an orange cider—ACE is cagey on any actual pumpkin content. This is more about the pumpkin pie spice. Paired with apple, however, it’s a ringer for the mulled, spiced ciders of a later season. Easy drinking.

Fogbelt Brewing’s double-duty Scarecrow Pumpkin Oktoberfest leans more on the squash than the spice. “Pumpkin beers can be a polarizing style,” says co-owner Paul Hawley, “but this Oktoberfest is subtle on the spice and has been popular in the taproom.” The small amount of spice added to the baked pumpkin and grain mash is scarcely detectable above the fresh, Ukiah-grown Nugget hops. As a creamy, earthy take on the Oktoberfest style, it’s delicious.

Early American colonists made a sort of beer from pumpkin—probably more out of desperation than trendsetting in the malt beverage category—but the first modern craft pumpkin ale rolled onto the scene 30 years ago, according to Buffalo Bill’s Brewery of Hayward. Thus their name of America’s Original Pumpkin Ale, an amber ale that offers big hits of cinnamon, clove and brown sugar. Like the beers I tasted above, this was all treat.

Monster Mash

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Hey! Halloween is on a Saturday this year, a rare treat for adults who usually spend the holiday sitting at home handing out fun-size candies or face the following day hung over at the office. This year, the North Bay is packing the occasion with concerts and events full of frightful fun.

North Bay Cabaret starts our list with its third annual All Hallow’s Eve bash at the Arlene Francis Center. The vaudeville-inspired collective of belly dancers and performance artists brings a barrage of Bay Area bands with twisted pop sensibilities.

From Oakland, the dark and twisted carnival folk of Thee Hobo Gobbelins and the heavy metal of Nephilim face off in the main auditorium, while the hometown sounds of the Corner Store Kids and the bizarre homemade instruments of Andy Graham and Monty Monty chill out in the outdoor Cage Stage.

Also in Santa Rosa is a special Wicked Halloween party at the Flamingo Hotel, hosted by Copperfield’s Books. Gregory Maguire, author of

Wicked, will judge a costume contest and read from his new novel, After Alice, a re-imagining of Alice in Wonderland. Music from veteran North Bay rockers J Silverheels will help you dance the night away.

Down at the Green Music Center, organist Dave Parson performs a program of “Phantoms and Fugues” on Schroeder Hall’s immaculate cathedral-like organ, evoking ghostly sounds that will accompany a special screening of the Halloween Classic It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.

At HopMonk Tavern in Sebastopol, the eighth annual “Cirque du Sebastopol” returns with the infectious, invigorating party tunes of Hot Buttered Rum. Down the road, 775 After Dark (Aubergine) is hosting “Twerk or Treat,” the best-named Halloween event in the North Bay. Bumping with plenty of good vibes, this hip-hop show features Oakland rapper and Bay Area legend Dru Down, Zion I member and DJ AmpLive and Santa Rosa’s Pure Powers.

In Marin County, the Tomales Town Hall’s Halloween Costume Ball features blues heroes Ron Thompson & the Resistors in a 21-and-over fundraiser. Over at Sweetwater Music Hall, RatDog guitarist Steve Kimock joins longtime psychedelic favorites New Riders of the Purple Sage.

In Napa County, White Barn presents an avant-garde mix of costume party and performance in “Welcome to Scary Land.” Back by popular demand, the German expressionist–themed show mixes eerie stories, shadow puppets and more for a uniquely spooky experience.

For details on these events, see the music calendar, page 28.

Speakeasy After Dark

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Unless you’re OK with Denny’s or the Burger King drive-through, late-night eats are hard to come by in the North Bay. Fortunately in Petaluma, there’s Speakeasy. The bistro, just a few indoor tables, a small bar and patio seating on downtown’s Helen Putnam Plaza, is an oasis of good eats and cool vibes, late night or not. It’s open from 5pm to 2am seven nights a week.

I confess that when I first opened the menu I was dubious. The cuisine ranges far and wide: Mexican, Italian, Asian and New Orleanian. An all-over-the-map menu usually means the kitchen doesn’t know what to focus on and falls flat. But Speakeasy’s menu of “international tapas” is solid, in spite of its shotgun approach. The lamb meatballs, papas bravas and cheesy tomatillo enchiladas were all good. I also liked the short-rib tacos.

With a name like “Speakeasy,” you might think they sell cocktails, like, you know, a speakeasy. But the alcoholic beverage menu is limited to wine and a changing lineup of local beer on tap.

If you’re up late, you might as well wander over to the Big Easy, the restaurant’s music venue a few steps away off American Alley. In this city by the river, the two businesses rule the night.

Speakeasy, 139 Petaluma Blvd. N., Ste. B, Petaluma. 707.776.4631.

Debriefer: October 28, 2015

WHEN THE LEVEE BROKE

The levee broke in Sonoma County—or it was breached, anyway—but Robert Plant was nowhere to be found moaning about how he’s got no place to stay.

After years of planning and
$18 million in funds, a section of levee near the intersection of Highway 37 and Lakeville Highway at Sears Point was opened over the weekend to allow salt water into a 1,000-acre tidal marsh basin. The basin was constructed for that very purpose: to let the flow back in, along with the sea creatures and other benefits to the natural order of things that go along with what amounts to an epic moment in tidal restoration that will literally change the map of San Francisco Bay.

An excavator tore a 285-foot-wide hole in the levee, which connected the project site to the bay. It then took about a day for the new tidal basin to fill in. Special guests were on hand for a private morning brunch that preceded the breach, and everyone was given seed packets to do their part to repopulate the marsh with the proper plants.

Breaching the levee begins a process of restoring a fragile section of San Francisco Bay to its 140-years-ago state of natural affairs. The expectation is that it will take at least 20 years for native vegetation to take over.

“In the meanwhile,” the Sonoma Land Trust promises, one of the agencies behind the project, “waterfowl and other birds will fill the basin with flight and song.”
—Tom Gogola

PUMP IT UP

A local ethanol co-op offers the public a chance to learn about alternative fuels on Oct. 28 at the Sebastopol Grange. Arrive at 7pm to view Pump, a film that explores alcohol and other ingredients as fuel.

“It’s a no-brainer, folks,” says co-op member Bill LeBon, speaking of the underutilized wonders of ethanol. “It’s cheaper, it’s good for you, it’s good for the planet, and it actually reverses global warming. So instead of being part of the problem, you can be part of the solution.”

According David Blume, ethnanol proponent and author of ‘Alcohol Can Be A Gas,’ all cars can run on an ethanol-gasoline blend.

Along with educating the public and using ethanol in their own cars, co-op members hosted a work party on Oct. 24 to build their own still. That might sound like nothing more than old-fashioned Appalachian fun, but this is serious business. Next, the ethanol advocates will seek a permit from Sonoma County and use waste water from winemaking to produce up to 10,000 gallons of ethanol per year.

The group also plans to circulate a petition to demonstrate demand for ethanol in the North Bay. Hard to believe, but while “there are over 150 ethanol stations in California,” says LeBon, “most of them are in Sacramento area, San Francisco area and the Los Angeles Area—and there’s none up here.”

For more information on the film, visit www.pumpthemovie.com.
—Devin Marshall

Moving Pictures

It’s called the “Show of Shows,” and that’s lofty, but animator Ron Diamond’s “17th Annual Animation Show of Shows” deserves the tag.

Conor Whelan’s dialogue-free “Snowfall” is so delicate that it needs to be watched carefully to get the gist. A solitary man goes to a party and has an encounter with a stranger, and the evening ends with a bicycle ride across a snowy Amsterdam canal. It’s not a bummer of a film; it accepts the possibilities of happiness (if not happiness for the hero), as in the little jig the hostess does when she sees a friendly face at her door.

Konstantin Bronzit’s “We Can’t Live Without the Cosmos” continues the work Ray Bradbury did to humanize questions of space travel. I wish Bradbury had lived to see it. This wordless Damon and Pythias story of two Russian cosmonauts is animation at its best.

Made in 3-D by a French collective of five artists, “Ascension” mocks a figure we might think is above ridicule: the amputee mountain climber. He and his sherpa are hauling a bronze statue of the Virgin Mary to the top of an alp. The icon is unwanted by both the mountain and by an ornery bird who, incidentally, is better animated than that seagull in The Walk.

Don Hertzfeld caps the show with his “World of Tomorrow.” Hertzfeld is a wonder. He’s long been able to bring depth and savage humor out of the shaky stick figures he draws, which are here augmented with retro-future backdrops. It’s a dialogue between a toddler and a crisply accented British futurian from the 2280s.

Speaking to Emily Prime, her babbling four-year-old grandmother-to-be, future Emily speaks of robot poetry, her mature love for a rock and the memory of a brainless clone exhibited in a museum vitrine. Hertzfeld is as minimalist as you can go, and yet the poignancy is vast.

‘The 17th Annual Animation Show of Shows’ runs Oct. 30–Nov. 5 at the Lark Theatre, 549 Magnolia Ave., Larkspur. 415.924.5111.

Letters to the Editor: October 28, 2015

The Redwood Empire Save the big trees and selectively harvest the smaller trees ("Forest for the Trees," Oct. 21), so the big trees can grow bigger. —Video Spark Productions Via Facebook Thank you for this in-depth look at this important issue. Very interesting and informative. —Jeanne Jackson Bohemian.com Embrace the Natural Way As we have been told by our arborist, if people did not blow the leaves...

The Mayo Wars

Last month, the Guardian reported on emails that revealed possible collusion between the American Egg Board (AEB), a group that receives federal funds for marketing, and two industry groups. I'll call them Big Egg and Big Mayo. Their shared goal was to throttle the growth of an upstart purveyor of egg-free mayonnaise, the Silicon Valley–backed Hampton Creek, which turns four...

Coming Home

KOWS is on the move, or as they like to say, they're on the moooo—OK, you get it. Mandatory cow joke dispensed with, here's the news: the offbeat Occidental community radio station, 107.3 on the FM dial, is poised to sign a new lease and start the process of relocation this week to a classroom at the United Methodist Church...

Naughty and Nice

Two supernatural sex comedies are running concurrently at 6th Street Playhouse, perfectly timed for Halloween. Both feature witty retorts and sexual innuendo (and out-uendo), alongside ghostly visitations and eye-popping outfits—but only one features the "The Time Warp." Richard O'Brien's Rocky Horror Show—back for a third consecutive year at 6th Street—transcends its own quirky script deficiencies by turning the whole show...

Local Color

Artist Mimi Robinson resembles a colorful palette, much like those she generates in her inspired plein aire watercolor paintings and her "personal visual journal." Unlike many artists who work intuitively, Mimi has devised a philosophy of color that she explains in her new book, Local Color: Seeing Place Through Watercolor, published by Princeton Architectural Press. She teaches her ideas and...

Orange Crush

Legend has it that on certain gloomy nights in New England, the pumpkin was once employed as a replacement head for horsemen in need. But other than that, it seems like the orange gourd—or squash—had only two primary uses: as a jack-o'-lantern for Halloween, and in pie for Thanksgiving. Now pumpkin is everywhere during the season, disposed of in all...

Monster Mash

Hey! Halloween is on a Saturday this year, a rare treat for adults who usually spend the holiday sitting at home handing out fun-size candies or face the following day hung over at the office. This year, the North Bay is packing the occasion with concerts and events full of frightful fun. North Bay Cabaret starts our list with its...

Speakeasy After Dark

Unless you're OK with Denny's or the Burger King drive-through, late-night eats are hard to come by in the North Bay. Fortunately in Petaluma, there's Speakeasy. The bistro, just a few indoor tables, a small bar and patio seating on downtown's Helen Putnam Plaza, is an oasis of good eats and cool vibes, late night or not. It's open...

Debriefer: October 28, 2015

WHEN THE LEVEE BROKE The levee broke in Sonoma County—or it was breached, anyway—but Robert Plant was nowhere to be found moaning about how he's got no place to stay. After years of planning and $18 million in funds, a section of levee near the intersection of Highway 37 and Lakeville Highway at Sears Point was opened over the weekend to...

Moving Pictures

It's called the "Show of Shows," and that's lofty, but animator Ron Diamond's "17th Annual Animation Show of Shows" deserves the tag. Conor Whelan's dialogue-free "Snowfall" is so delicate that it needs to be watched carefully to get the gist. A solitary man goes to a party and has an encounter with a stranger, and the evening ends with a...
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