Banjos & Brushes

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Occidental artist Amanda Mae Blackmore rustles up spirited illustrations and paintings that evoke an Old West sensibility and incorporate both the natural world and imaginative surrealism.

This weekend, the young painter debuts a crop of her whimsical work when she and other local artists join a bevy of folk bands for the one-night-only “Busted Banjo” art show, Feb. 27 at the Arlene Francis Center in Santa Rosa.

Using wood as the canvas for her latest series of portraits, Blackmore imagines ghostly-looking characters from the Wild West, as well as eerily realistic illustrations of two-headed animals floating among the wooden rings of wood. Other local artists joining Blackmore on the gallery walls include watercolor painter Merisha Sequoia Lemmer, whose work often recalls her Native American heritage and her intimate relationship with nature, and Jessica Rasmussen, whose day job as an arts specialist in Santa Rosa informs her detailed drawings.

On the music side of the night is a stellar lineup of North Bay folk stars. The Bad Apple String Band headline and reportedly are planning a boot-stomping night of boy-band cover songs done in their old-time style.

The Busted Banjo art show breaks out on Friday, Feb 27, at Arlene Francis Center,
99 Sixth St., Santa Rosa. 6pm. $8. 707.528.3009.

Final Curtains

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Death is not negotiable. Sooner or later, we all face it. In a pair of just-opened plays, the specter of death hangs over the action like an axe dangling above a doorway.

In Conor McPherson’s evocative drama Shining City (Main Stage West), an anxious insomniac named John (John Craven) seeks help from a troubled Dublin therapist, Ian (Nick Sholley). John keeps seeing the ghost of his recently deceased wife. Unable to sleep, afraid to enter his own home, John believes he’s being haunted for unspoken sins.

Ian, certain his client is simply struggling with feelings of guilt, gently coaxes the old man toward facing his fear, all the while carrying his own soul-crushing battle with guilt and despair. With carefully crafted delicacy, Ian’s increasingly powerful sessions with John alternate with a pair of close encounters he has with Neasa (Ilana Niernberger), the fierce but frail mother of his child, and Laurence (John Browning), a sensitive street hustler.

Elegantly staged by director Elizabeth Craven and beautifully acted by the entire ensemble, this rich tale is more than just a chilling ghost story. A lush and lyrical look at the choices we all make to feel alive in a world haunted by the ghosts of our past decisions, Shining City glows with intelligence, humor and humanity.

Rating (out of five): ★★★★

It’s widely known that the notorious Depression-era outlaws Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow died violently in a hail of gunfire. In composer Frank Wildhorn’s musical reworking of the bank robbers’ lives, Bonnie & Clyde, the tale begins at the end, with the famous fugitives’ bloody demise in their car. Ivan Menchell’s clever script then jumps back in time to Bonnie and Clyde’s childhoods, gradually working its way to where the story began.

As the title characters, Taylor Bartolucci and James Bock have killer chemistry, matched in poise and presence by Scottie Woodard and Heather Buck as Clyde’s brother Buck and sister-in-law Blanche. Barry Martin, as a local preacher, brings impressive Southern gospel charm.

The somewhat uneven musical score has a few strong moments, emphasizing the tragic love story at the heart of the play. On Jesse Dreikosen’s first-rate set of jagged wooden slats, director Craig Miller keeps the tension building nicely.

And that’s no small feat, since, hey, everyone knows the ending.

Rating (out of five): ★★★½

Debriefer: February 25, 2015

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MARDIS BLAH

And now, a rant. Debriefer came here from New Orleans a little over a year ago, and needs to make an observation about the lameness of not-in-Nola Mardi Gras celebrations. We’ll hold out the possibility that there was a Carnival celebration somewhere up here that was worthy of the spirit of the holiday, but we’re doubtful.

Why? A Fat Tuesday sight of five skrunky Petalumans huddled downtown in purple-gold cliché costumes does not cut it, even at the most rudimentary, culture-humping, white-bread level. Debriefer also heard how an earlier Mardi Gras night at the [REDACTED] had been a total dud, despite some top-notch NOLA talent in the house. You can’t just throw some beads at suckers and call it Mardi Gras. And so a theme has emerged: North Bay Mardi Gras celebrations are lame.

But there’s such potential!

Here’s an idea: The North Bay should either (a) get a huge and wild, three-day parade going with cows and goats and tricked-out ag-wagons and yurts repurposed as floats, bring in the Gypsy marching bands and the high school marching bands, you’ve already got the tractors, everywhere, and lots of colorful people who like to organize and build beauty into their lives, or (b) stop it with these weak little gestures of joy and don’t do anything.

PULLING THE PLUG ON COS

You’ve heard by now, perhaps, that the scheduled June 6 appearance of Bill Cosby at the Wells Fargo Center for the Arts in Santa Rosa has been “postponed indefinitely,” which is a polite way of saying that the show’s been canceled.

As of two weeks ago, the show was on, despite persistent allegations about Cosby’s alleged habit of drugging starlets and then doing who knows what to them. At last count, more than 30 women had come forward with various tales of creepy toe-sucking activities by Cosby.

Yet according to the publicist for the Wells Fargo Center for the Arts, the venue didn’t push promoter John Low to cancel the show.

“That’s really the case,” insists spokesperson Anne Abrams.

The center issued a press release on Feb. 20 to announce the cancellation, and to give the 500-odd ticketholders information on how to get their money back. Cosby has been met with protests wherever the show has gone on.

“Mr. Low is presenting this show, and Mr. Low said he was postponing it,” says Abrams. “We’re not part of the decision.”

Maybe not directly . . .

Abrams says the center fielded positive and negative comments from “the community,” and forwarded the comments to Low. That was as far as any contact with the promoter went, she says. The Wells Fargo Center for the Arts didn’t pressure Low to cancel the show.

Weird. Just a few weeks ago the center said it wouldn’t undermine a contract with Low by canceling the show out from under him. Instead, it sent complaints it had been receiving, along with correspondence supportive of Cosby’s appearance, to Mr. Low, and left it up to him and Cosby to make the call.

“We don’t know what went into the conversation or the discussion,” says Abrams. “I’m sure Mr. Low received everything we sent him, and I’m sure some of those things went into that decision.”

Bloody Good

A terrific comedy of the undead lifestyle in an unlively town, the Funny or Die–produced What We Do in the Shadows adapts the premise of TV’s Surreal Life to the vampire myth.

Of the 60 or so vamps in New Zealand, four get to see a lot of each other. Housemates in a decaying flat, these four—a mute Nosferatu (Ben Fransham); Deacon (Jonathan Brugh), an emo hellion; Vladislaw (Flight of the Conchord‘s Jermaine Clement), a long-haired upholder of the old traditions, with Slavic accent and penetrating stare; and Viago (Taika Waititi)—unveil their problems before a documentary team’s camera.

Permitting the documentary must have been the idea of our shy yet genial host Viago. He has a mincing, polite German accent, like the “Leutonian” diction of John Candy’s Shmenge character. Viago says apologetically, “One of the unfortunate things about being a vampire is that you have to drink blood.” This means a lot of cleanup.

After Viago hypnotizes a victim—who looks more disinterested than really out of it—Viago asks her to lift her feet so he can put newspapers on the floor. In voiceover, he shares with the documentary team, “It’s the last moment of their lives. Why not make it a nice experience?”

Unlike most mockumentaries, What We Do in the Shadows doesn’t have to convince with realism. Directors Waititi and Clement match a universally loved topic with an undertone about life in a very remote—and very boring—city.

An evening out begins with a city bus trip downtown. It coalesces at an all-night Chinese restaurant. It ends with one of these immortals puking behind a dumpster. The human creatures of the night sass these vampires as Goths and weirdoes. The blood-drinkers stand around plaintively outside a nightclub, hoping the bouncers will invite them inside.

‘What We Do in the Shadows’ opens Feb. 27 at Summerfield Cinemas,
551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.522.0719.

Blubber Trouble

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It’s a cool, foggy morning in the Marin Headlands as volunteers and staff start their morning routines at the Marine Mammal Center in Sausalito.

This being the Bay Area, the cool and foggy part of this story isn’t newsworthy—but the scores of emaciated sea lion pups that have deluged the center in recent weeks? They’re making the news all over.

The pups have been rescued from beaches all the way up to Bodega Bay, and the center expects the wash-ups to continue for months to come. For the third year running, the pups were driven out of the Channel Island rookery before being weaned.

The culprit? The ocean water is too warm, and the sea lions’ anchor foods—anchovies and sardines—have dispersed.

As a result, adult sea lions can’t keep up with feeding themselves, let alone their pups. Now the center is scrambling to handle an influx of pups during what’s usually a slow time of year at the world-class animal-rescue center.

The animals being rescued are typically around eight months old, says Dr. Shawn Johnson, lead veterinarian at the center, “and half the weight they are supposed to be.” Sea lions, he says, will typically stick with mom until about their 11th month.

The Sausalito center houses a full-scale veterinarian hospital and necropsy lab on the site of an old Nike missile base.

It’s a popular destination for school groups, but the scene is kind of sad out back today. An outdoor pen finds about eight pups huddled on a heating pad. “We had to buy the heating pads,” says Johnson. “The little ones aren’t usually here this time of year.”

Where you’d expect blubbery beasts, you see instead the animals’ ribs. “They should still be in the Channel Islands nursing,” says Johnson.

Once the pups get their strength back, they are transferred to a saltwater pool to get them ready for the journey back to the sea. Between 50 and 60 percent of the pups that come here are released back to sea in Pt. Reyes National Park. The rest wind up at zoos and aquariums, or they die.

“This is normally the slow season,” says Johnson. He says a more typical winter morning would find vets, researchers and other staff catching up on scientific papers and maintenance projects around the facility.

Johnson says there are usually 10 to 15 animals onsite in January and February—sea otters, sea lions, harbor seals. That’s about how many sea lion pups are now coming into the center every week. In late February, there were about 150 in the facility—and more on the way. Almost 1,000 pups have been found stranded this year.

Earlier in the morning, Johnson had been on a conference call with a biologist at the Channel Islands. The news is not good from Southern California. “We are bracing to be at or near capacity in a few weeks, and it’s making us all very nervous,” says Johnson. “It’s bad timing.”

Volunteers have been called in, and the center issued an online “SOS” for new ones. The center was coming up short on medicine and food, so there’s been a push in fundraising at the nonprofit, whose annual budget is around $6.5 million.

Temporary volunteers are put to work in the spacious “fish kitchen,” where they sanitize items used to feed the sea lions. Trained volunteers prepare the food and feed the animals. For healthier sea lions, there are buckets of fat Alaskan herring; sicker animals get a liquid mix of herring, fish oil and water.The center goes through 400 pounds of $1-a-pound herring a day trying to save the stranded pups.

The pup wash-ups are driven by rising ocean temperatures, says Johnson. Those have been running 2 to 5 degrees Celsius above average, from the Aleutian Islands all the way down to Baja California, despite the apparent absence of an El Niño trigger.

The warming trend has dispersed the anchovies and sardines that sea lions rely on, says Johnson. “The sea lion moms are not eating too much themselves, but they are putting lots of effort into finding food. They can’t keep up.”

There’s a ripple effect up and down the chain when a “sentinel species” struggles.

“It’s very concerning to us,” Johnson says. The health of
these apex predators “is a good indicator of the general health of the ocean. If sea lions can’t find enough food for themselves, what does it mean for other [sea creatures],” he says—let alone fishermen trying to make a
living?

Letters to the Editor: February 25, 2015

A Dubious Plan

To compare Allan Savory to Galileo and germ-theory pioneer Ignaz Semmelweis is ludicrous and dangerous (“The Heretic,” Feb. 18; web edition). The grass-fed beef communities certainly rejoice at Savory’s theory, as it plays right into their profits; the only thing missing is the science. It is scientifically proven that 10,000 years of livestock grazing has transformed global grasslands into degraded deserts. Savory’s proposal of intensive grazing of a significantly increased number of cattle worldwide is a risky proposal that could have devastating results.

Many issues arose during Savory’s charter grazing trials, including cattle losing so much weight they were practically unsellable for beef. But more significantly, the critics stated the trials “failed to produce the marked improvement in grass cover” and came to the same conclusion as the overwhelming majority of scientists studying this issue: “No grazing system has yet shown the capacity to overcome the long-term effects of overstocking and/or drought on vegetation productivity.” Savory admitted that attempts to reproduce his methods had led to “15 years of frustrating and erratic results.”

Just as the fossil-fuel industry loves it when a politician denies climate change, ranchers and meat lovers salivate at Savory’s indifference to the facts, but you cannot deny science, and Savory’s dubious plan would create a devastated and unlivable planet.

Penngrove

So Long, Ralph

He doesn’t act like a lawyer and doesn’t talk like one either, but Ralph Benson’s skills as a lawyer enabled him to make the Sonoma Land Trust a force to be reckoned with in the local and national environmental movement. During his tenure as executive director, he helped preserve more than 30,000 acres in the North Bay. He’s moved on and left a big hole in an organization that once seemed sleepy and that’s now all fired up. Perhaps because he didn’t sound like a fiery eco-warrior and perhaps, too, because he could and did talk to just about everyone, no matter what their views, he managed to get a lot done.

Nobody really has a bad word to say about him, and that’s not just because they’re polite and he’s retiring. At Regional Parks, Caryl Hart loves him, and so does Sonoma County Supervisor Susan Gorin. For years he’s lived much of his time at Glen Oaks Ranch in Glen Ellen, where he’s entertained winemakers, grape growers, farmers, hikers, backpackers and flaming environmentalists too. He cooks, he keeps the conversation moving, and for the most part he stays in the background.

When he wasn’t hunkered down at his desk or at a meeting, he might be found walking alone or with friends in the Mayacamas. Mountain lions never did frighten him. So long, Ralph, we’ll miss you, whether or not we attended land trust events and even if we never wrote a check. May you wander in wetlands, parks, forests and wildlife preserves.

Santa Rosa

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

On the Range

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If the harmonious bluegrass that’s coming from the Steep Canyon Rangers sounds like a band lost in time and Appalachia, it is because they practically are. Nestled in the foothills of North Carolina, the Steep Canyon Rangers have perfected a true and traditional country folk that’s propelled them to the national spotlight.

The Steep Canyon Rangers play the City Winery on Feb. 28.

“We’ve been playing lots of different kinds of shows lately, from clubs to performance halls,” says founding member and banjo player Graham Sharp (pictured, far right). “In both cases, it translates so well with the directness of the acoustic instruments and voices, the live shows are where we are at our best.”

The Steep Canyon Rangers also include guitarist Woody Platt, mandolin player Mike Guggino, bassist Charles Humphrey III, fiddler Nicky Sanders and drummer Mike Ashworth, with Sharp and Humphrey sharing the majority of songwriting duties. These days, though, it’s hard to talk about the band’s lineup without mentioning their frequent collaborator, Steve Martin.

Yes, that Steve Martin.

The actor and accomplished banjo player first joined the Rangers onstage in 2009 for a broadcast of A Prairie Home Companion. Since then, the group and Martin have toured extensively together, and they collaborated on the 2011 album, Rare Bird Alert.

“He’s an insanely creative guy,” says Sharp of Steve Martin, “and as hard a worker as I’ve ever seen in the business. Its inspiring.”

Rare Bird Alert was nominated for Best Bluegrass Album at the 2012 Grammys, and though it lost that year, the Steep Canyon Rangers took the award home the next year with their own album, Nobody Knows You.

“It’s a pretty amazing feeling,” admits Sharp. “We’ve always been a band that’s based our music on all the old bluegrass we love, but we try to forge our own path as much as we can,” he continues. “Having that be validated felt pretty good, and it’s given us a lot of confidence to follow that path.”

That path so far includes 2013’s widely respected release Tell the Ones I Love, and a live concert album, featuring Martin and singer-songwriter Edie Brickell.

Just a few months ago, the Steep Canyon Rangers wrapped recording on their newest effort, a still-untitled album due out this summer. Sharp is looking forward to visiting the North Bay.

“It’s just a great place for music, so it’s always a great place to play.”

The Steep Canyon Rangers play Saturday, Feb. 28, at City Winery, 1030 Main St., Napa. 8pm. $20–$30. 707.260.1600.

Enough Is Enough

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Residents throughout Sonoma County are strategizing on how to challenge proposals for new and expanded wineries as event centers in rural areas. Meanwhile, the Napa County Board of Supervisors has a March 10 meeting to hear critics of winery overdevelopment.

The huge Dairyman Winery and Distillery proposed for high-speed Highway 12 near Llano Road in the greenbelt between Sebastopol and Santa Rosa has been the main target of opponents. Groups such as Sonoma County Conservation Action, Laguna de Santa Rosa Foundation, Sebastopol Water Information Group, Western Sonoma County Rural Alliance, the Sonoma County Bicycle Coalition, and Apple Roots sent critical comments about the project to the Sonoma County Permit and Resource Management Department.

These groups oppose the Dairyman project on many grounds, believing it will draw too much from the water table; lead to congested traffic; block the popular Joe Rodota trail; damage the fragile Laguna de Santa Rosa; and pollute the water, air and land in the area through the use of chemicals.

Grape growers and the wine industry contribute valuable economic benefits to Sonoma County. Even most critics appreciate a good glass of local wine, but they advocate moderation when it comes to such proposals, contending that Dairyman is too big and in the wrong place. Imagine tipsy tasters crossing the trail, full of bikers and walkers, and into 60-mile-an-hour traffic. The application demands that trail users “yield” to winery traffic.

The largest development being challenged is the recent $41 million purchase of La Campagna’s 186 acres near Kenwood by a Chinese firm. It was previously stalled by a lawsuit filed by the Valley of the Moon Alliance. If such winery projects are approved, they could set a dangerous precedent.

A movement against the expansion of rural wineries is growing. It could lead to calls for moratoriums on all new wineries, especially those wanting to be industrial, commercial event centers, located away from urban centers, spoiling pastoral splendor.

Shepherd Bliss 3s*@*****st.net farms, teaches writing at Dominican University, and has contributed to 24 books.

Open Mic is a weekly feature in the ‘Bohemian.’ We welcome your contribution. To have your topical essay of 350 words considered for publication, write op*****@******an.com.

Snack Attack

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Iwas never much of a snacker. Since we often bond with favorite snacks during childhood, my childhood, in communist Russia, didn’t provide me with much variety. But I’ve developed a thing for Dosa Chips.

I rarely seek out snacks in the supermarket, but what initially attracted me to Dosa Chips was, ironically, the price-to-size ratio. What could cost $6.79 in such a small bag, I wondered? Hand reached for product and the price was paid. In that small, seemingly overpriced package awaited the most addictive snack I could possibly dream of. It was love at first crunch. Dosa Chips—golden, gluten-free crispy shreds of deep-fried Indian dosa batter—turned out to be local. They’re made by self-proclaimed “one-woman show” Suzanne McGoldrick, owner of Table Cafe in Larkspur, who makes the chips at the restaurant.

“They basically sell themselves,” says McGoldrick when I confessed my addiction.

The unique chip—Google it, and you won’t find anything like it—was born, like many good things, due to the hardships of the recession.

“My business started slumping, and I figured I had to do something,” said McGoldrick. “I serve dosas at the restaurant, and I experimented with them for a while until one day I had a flash of inspiration.”

According to McGoldrick, it takes three days to make the chips. The batter—a traditional South Indian recipe made with lentils, salt, water and rice flour—ferments overnight in big tubs. McGoldrick then makes giant dosa crêpes and lets them sit overnight and set. On the third day, the dosas are hand-cut, fried in healthful rice bran oil, left for the rest of the day to drain and bagged by hand. Flavors currently include the original (slightly sour, salty and satisfying) and cinnamon. Curry and chocolate are in the works.

Her first retail customer was Paradise Foods in Corte Madera. The store requested a sample and called back the same day, blissfully hooked. Since 2011, McGoldrick has gradually expanded her distribution to seven Marin County locations, 12 retailers in San Francisco and one in Berkeley. Loyal Californians who move out request shipping to their new homes, from Denver to North Carolina, and they’re not alone; McGoldrick says Dean & DeLuca and Martha Stewart’s magazine Living have already shown interest.

“I dream big, but I’m careful about what I do; I want to make sure it’s good and right,” says McGoldrick.

When the gluten-free trend works itself into the conversation, she admits it’s a selling point, but customers mostly come back for the unique texture and flavor.

Before opening Table Cafe, McGoldrick worked as an art director, manager of a glass-blowing and caterer. In every job, she’s stuck to the same principles: “Having standards, keeping your word, being true to who you are, and having your business as an extension of you.”

And when that extension just happens to be a most unusual, tasty, healthful snack, one that’s also “such a pain in the butt to make, I don’t know if anyone would want to copy it”? Well, then success is almost guaranteed.

Join the craze before Martha Stewart gets to it.

For more info, visit www.dosachips.com.

Cosby Canceled at Wells Fargo Center

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Last week I wrote about the scheduled appearance in Santa Rosa by alleged serial starlet-drugger and creepy toe-sucker Bill Cosby. The story wondered why on earth the show must go on in Santa Rosa, when it’s been cancelled at various venues, and in light of the fact that there’s like 31 women who claim he’s a creep. I wondered why Wells Fargo would continue with naming-rights for the center, given what we believed was a colossal case of poor judgement on the center’s part.

Well, as of today, the show is “indefinitely postponed.

This just in from the Wells Fargo Center for the Arts, a press release in our inbox this morning, from us to you. Indefinitely postponed is a nice way of saying the thing’s been canceled. Good riddance. 

“SANTA ROSA, CA (February 20, 2015) – Promoter John Low announced today that the Bill Cosby performance, scheduled for Saturday, June 6, 2015 at Wells Fargo Center for the Arts, has been indefinitely postponed. The postponement is by mutual agreement between Mr. Low and Mr. Cosby.

“We regret any inconvenience created for patrons who have already purchased tickets,” said Kyle Clausen, Director of Marketing and Patron Services for Wells Fargo Center for the Arts.

Ticket holders will automatically be issued a refund for their ticket purchases. Patrons who purchased tickets with a credit card will receive a refund to that card within five to seven business days. Patrons who purchased tickets by cash or check will be mailed a refund check within 14 business days. Questions about this refund process can be directed to the Wells Fargo Center for the Arts ticket office at 707.546.3600, which is open daily from 12 noon – 6 p.m.”

….This must have been what Clausen meant when he said there was a “resolution” in the works as I was reporting this story.  

Banjos & Brushes

Occidental artist Amanda Mae Blackmore rustles up spirited illustrations and paintings that evoke an Old West sensibility and incorporate both the natural world and imaginative surrealism. This weekend, the young painter debuts a crop of her whimsical work when she and other local artists join a bevy of folk bands for the one-night-only "Busted Banjo" art show, Feb. 27 at...

Final Curtains

Death is not negotiable. Sooner or later, we all face it. In a pair of just-opened plays, the specter of death hangs over the action like an axe dangling above a doorway. In Conor McPherson's evocative drama Shining City (Main Stage West), an anxious insomniac named John (John Craven) seeks help from a troubled Dublin therapist, Ian (Nick Sholley). John...

Debriefer: February 25, 2015

MARDIS BLAH And now, a rant. Debriefer came here from New Orleans a little over a year ago, and needs to make an observation about the lameness of not-in-Nola Mardi Gras celebrations. We'll hold out the possibility that there was a Carnival celebration somewhere up here that was worthy of the spirit of the holiday, but we're doubtful. Why? A Fat...

Bloody Good

A terrific comedy of the undead lifestyle in an unlively town, the Funny or Die–produced What We Do in the Shadows adapts the premise of TV's Surreal Life to the vampire myth. Of the 60 or so vamps in New Zealand, four get to see a lot of each other. Housemates in a decaying flat, these four—a mute Nosferatu (Ben...

Blubber Trouble

It's a cool, foggy morning in the Marin Headlands as volunteers and staff start their morning routines at the Marine Mammal Center in Sausalito. This being the Bay Area, the cool and foggy part of this story isn't newsworthy—but the scores of emaciated sea lion pups that have deluged the center in recent weeks? They're making the news all over. The...

Letters to the Editor: February 25, 2015

A Dubious Plan To compare Allan Savory to Galileo and germ-theory pioneer Ignaz Semmelweis is ludicrous and dangerous ("The Heretic," Feb. 18; web edition). The grass-fed beef communities certainly rejoice at Savory's theory, as it plays right into their profits; the only thing missing is the science. It is scientifically proven that 10,000 years of livestock grazing has transformed global...

On the Range

If the harmonious bluegrass that's coming from the Steep Canyon Rangers sounds like a band lost in time and Appalachia, it is because they practically are. Nestled in the foothills of North Carolina, the Steep Canyon Rangers have perfected a true and traditional country folk that's propelled them to the national spotlight. The Steep Canyon Rangers play the City Winery...

Enough Is Enough

Residents throughout Sonoma County are strategizing on how to challenge proposals for new and expanded wineries as event centers in rural areas. Meanwhile, the Napa County Board of Supervisors has a March 10 meeting to hear critics of winery overdevelopment. The huge Dairyman Winery and Distillery proposed for high-speed Highway 12 near Llano Road in the greenbelt between Sebastopol and...

Snack Attack

Iwas never much of a snacker. Since we often bond with favorite snacks during childhood, my childhood, in communist Russia, didn't provide me with much variety. But I've developed a thing for Dosa Chips. I rarely seek out snacks in the supermarket, but what initially attracted me to Dosa Chips was, ironically, the price-to-size ratio. What could cost $6.79 in...

Cosby Canceled at Wells Fargo Center

The Wells Fargo Center had promised a satisfactory "resolution" to the creepy Cosby conundrum in last week's paper.
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