Hospital Fever

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In anticipation of the Affordable Care Act, hospitals and insurance companies nationwide have begun to cut back services. In California, Kaiser nurses recently reported that “over the last year, Kaiser has been making it harder for patients to be admitted for hospital care when sick or injured, and is sending patients home when they should still be under hospital care” (National Nurses United, Oct. 2013).

Another key local example is Sutter’s new Santa Rosa hospital, which will have reduced inpatient capacity from its current level. Now we learn that our hospital, Palm Drive, is following suit by reducing the number of beds from 37 to 14 (Press Democrat, Nov. 24). As West County nurses, we wish to express concern over these decisions and ask you to question what a hospital is for?

Considering our growing population with its aging demographics, it is vital to reflect on the effects of hospital restructuring. Healthcare experts and hospital officials alike cite many factors in this “national trend”: further drops in Medicare and insurer reimbursements, declining inpatient admissions with increasing outpatient services, and “competition.” They also acknowledge “uncertainty” surrounding Obamacare, so it appears restructuring plans are evolving around unknowns.

We question whether the restructuring may be precipitous and how it may impact patient safety. With beds and services reduced, where will we bed the acutely ill? Will decisions in hospital stays be guided by sound clinical judgment over profit? What care can properly be managed in outpatient settings? If beds are pre-scheduled for surgical patients, what criteria will be used for admissions in remaining beds? Who or what will determine who gets admitted vs. transported, possibly great distances? What exactly do insurers mean when they speak of “more choices” and what do hospitals mean when proclaiming “excellent patient care”?

Hoping to raise awareness and promote discourse, we encourage all to ask these same questions. Our choice to work at Palm Drive is driven by our commitment to community, and as community nurses, we are first and foremost patient advocates. We believe equal access to health care is the right of every individual.

Debra Hurst, John Finnigan and Andrea Baker are RNs at Palm Drive Hospital in Sebastopol.

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George Takei’s New Trek

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George Takei keeps cracking himself up.

Over the course of an hour-long phone interview with the 76-year-old actor, social-media icon and former helmsman of the starship Enterprise, Takei bursts into his boisterous, unmistakable laugh nearly a dozen times.

And quite frankly, why shouldn’t he be happy? He’s had a show business career that’s spanned more than 50 years, and now Takei has become a royal fixture on social media—with a Facebook page of nearly 5.2 million likes and a Twitter account of more than 916,000 followers.

And while Takei lives to entertain, he’s spent even more of his time and effort fighting for social-justice issues. In his early life, he marched with Dr. Martin Luther King and protested the Vietnam War. In 2005, he came out publicly as a gay man after spending decades of hiding to preserve his career. Since, he’s led a tireless crusade for marriage equality, marrying the love of his life and partner of more than 25 years, Brad Altman, in 2008.

It’s a life he cherishes, but doesn’t take for granted.

‘You have to approach every day like it’s going to be a wonderful day,” Takei says. “And sure it may rain or get cold, but you have to find something every day to be thankful for, and turn that into your salad days. Every day should be a salad day, as long as we’re mindful of the fact that there’s always room for improvement.”

It’s no surprise that he approaches life with such an optimistic outlook. George Takei had to start searching for life’s silver linings at a very young age.

In 1942, at the age of five, he and his family were living in Los Angeles when they were removed from their home by American soldiers. It was just a few months after the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor; President Franklin Roosevelt had signed an executive order that permitted the removal of any citizen of Japanese ancestry from the West Coast.

It’s a day, Takei says, that he’ll never forget.

“My brother and I were in the living room looking out the front window and I saw two soldiers with bayonets on their rifles—I remember the sparkle on the bayonets from the sun—coming up the driveway and stomping onto our porch, and we were ordered out of our home,” Takei says. “My father and brother and I went outside, and my mother was the last to come out. She came out with my baby sister in one hand and a large duffel bag in the other, and tears were streaming down her cheek.

“A child never forgets that image. It was terrifying.”

At the time, the construction of the camps was not yet complete, and the Takei family, along with many other Asian Americans, was taken to Santa Anita Racetrack to be housed “in this narrow, smelly horse stall.” But even then, young Takei looked for the bright side. “As a five-year-old boy, I remember thinking, I get to sleep where the horsies sleep. I thought it was fun,” he recalls.

The Takeis remained at Santa Anita for several months before being loaded onto a train and shipped to the Rohwer War Relocation Center in “the swamps of Southeast Arkansas,” as Takei remembers. As a child, he says, he was able to view the camp with a sense of normalcy. Barbed-wire fences, searchlights following his nightly trips to the bathroom and armed soldiers in sentry towers all seemed ordinary.

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“It all just became part of the landscape,” Takei says now. “A child is amazingly adaptable, and what can be seen as grotesquely abnormal in normal times became my normality.

“Although I remember, with quite a bit of irony, starting school in that camp every morning by reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. I could see that barbed wire fence every morning as I recited those words: ‘With liberty and justice for all.'”

It wasn’t until Takei was a few years removed from the camps that he started to question his childhood incarceration. He began talking to his father, Takekuma “Norman” Takei, about what had happened and what, if anything, he was supposed to do about it. His father told him that the government was only as great and as fallible as its people were. It was a citizen’s responsibility, he advised, to be engaged in the democratic process.

And so from a very young age George Takei spoke about his imprisonment in an effort to educate the American people. He also became engaged in electoral politics. Shortly after one of his talks with his father, the elder Takei took young George to the Los Angeles headquarters of Adlai Stevenson presidential campaign—”My father was a great admirer of Adlai Stevenson,” says Takei—and signed him up as a volunteer.

“Although I supported Stevenson, and he lost,” says Takei. “Then I worked for Jerry Waldie for governor of California, and he lost. Then I supported George Brown for the U.S. Senate, and he lost. So when I was asked by our city councilman Tom Bradley to head up his Asian-American committee, I said to him, ‘Are you sure? I have been the curse of loss for so many candidates.’ But finally with Tom Bradley, we won, and he became the first African-American mayor for the city of Los Angeles—and the only mayor to serve five terms.”

Yet even as Takei tirelessly championed social justice issues while his acting career progressed, he avoided public battles for the very cause that was probably the closest to his heart: LGBT rights and equality.

As a young actor working in Hollywood, Takei decided to keep his life as a gay man secret. Today, he matter-of-factly says his decision was “the reality of the times.”

“I was deeply involved in the Civil Rights movement,” Takei says. “But when it came to LGBT issues, I was silent throughout the ’60s, ’70s, ’80s and ’90s, because I was pursuing a career as an actor.

“In television, you want ratings, in movies, you want box office. And unfortunately at that time, the feeling was you wouldn’t get any of that if you were known as a gay actor. Early in my career, I was a young, no-name actor going up for part after part and getting rejected time and time again because you’re too tall, too short, too skinny, too fat, too Asian or not Asian enough. To be out as an actor—well, you weren’t really an actor at all because you couldn’t work.”

Hiding something so important to his happiness was tough for Takei, who recalls an ever-present fear of being exposed as living a double life. He would be seen in public with female friends at parties and openings one night, while frequenting gay bars the next.

Oddly enough, it was another actor who helped him make the decision in 2005 to come out from under that cloak. Both houses of the California Legislature had approved marriage equality legislation, and all it took for ratification was the signature of then-governor Arnold Schwarzenegger. Takei says despite the fact that Schwarzenegger was a Republican, he still expected him to sign the bill.

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“When he ran, he said he was from Hollywood and he worked with actors who were gays and lesbians—he ‘had friends who were gays and lesbians’—you know, the whole cliché bit,” Takei explains. “And honestly, as a friend, I thought he would sign it. But he was a Republican and his base was the right wing. He vetoed the bill, and we were shattered—disappointed is too mild a word.”

When Schwarzenegger refused to sign the bill, people immediately began to protest in the streets against him. Takei and his partner (now husband), Brad, watched the protests unfold on television. “We were raging, too,” he says. “But we were comfortable at home.”

Takei and his partner talked it over and decided the time had come for Takei to not only speak out, but speak out “as a gay man.”

“We came so close, just one signature and this governor vetoed it. If I was going to speak out, then my voice had to be authentic,” he recalls. So while he had been out to close friends and family for years, Takei was finally out publicly—and has been a proud, steady voice for marriage equality ever since.

Takei doesn’t dwell on whether or not he should have come out sooner. While he loves his life now, he also loved his life then. But keeping quiet and living a secret life does come with regrets.

“I love children and I never had children,” Takei says. “My surrogate children have been my nieces and nephews. My nephew who lives closest to us has children of his own, and it’s provided us with surrogate grandchildren, and we love them deeply.

“But at the airport or traveling, I see the little kiddies and I do wish we could have had those experiences as parents. For example, I never got to get up with them in the middle of the night, and soon my nephew will have the experience of his daughter, who is 14, dating. I do see those experiences romantically, and I’ve lived vicariously through my nephew, and I do envy him those precious times.”

Despite any regrets, it’s obvious to see that George Takei is someone who loves his life as an activist and as an entertainer. He has managed to reach millions of people from all walks of life through his humorous and topical social media posts. He has also become an extremely effective master of the medium.

On a recent morning, for example, Takei shared a photo of a delivery truck with the words: “Driver carries less than $50 cash and is fully naked.” Above the photo was Takei’s own commentary: “That’s some discouragement.”

Within an hour, the Facebook post received more than 43,500 likes and more than 8,400 shares. On Twitter, it received close to 300 retweets in just 60 minutes. The company who owns the truck would even later post a comment on the post about openings they have for truck drivers.

The former Mr. Sulu on Star Trek says he’s as surprised by anyone that his online success has caught on like it has, but he thinks he knows why it continues to grow.

“I really do think the connective glue is humor,” says Takei, who appeals to a wide cross-section of fans, even though he may differ from some of them philosophically and politically. “Humor is what binds us all together, regardless of what our politics or phobias are.

“We as human beings are all connected by the ludicrousness of life.”

Beautiful Chaos

Its narrative is fractured, and only in moments does the familiar WWII metaphor emerge, but The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug is a huge improvement over An Unexpected Journey—it’s a well-filled smorgasbord without much starch.

Its showstopper is a seriously heinous dragon; I say this as a film watcher who’d never previously seen a dragon scarier than Agnes Moorehead. Benedict Cumberbatch’s voice, digitally augmented with bass rumbles, rises from a throat that glows when Smaug is ready to belch up a firestorm. Bilbo (Martin Freeman) has only flattery as a weapon: “Greatest and most terrible of calamities,” he addresses Smaug, trying to butter him up. It doesn’t work. Greed and solitude have made the dragon slightly insane.

Meanwhile (Peter Jackson’s series depends on meanwhiles), Ian McKellen’s Gandalf journeys to a haunted castle where Sauron is busily coalescing himself. The flaming eye opens, revealing the figure of Sauron in the slitted pupil, then we zoom into numerous pupils and numerous Saurons, like the “Cat on the Dubonnet bottle” illusion. It’s as handy a way of saying “fathomless evil” as any ever seen.

The ineptly wigged dwarves with their rhyming names continue their journey through tangled Mirkwood, where horrible spiders dwell. The questers end up imprisoned by temperamental sylvan elves; the group includes in their number a fair-faced but stalwart captain of the guards named Tauriel (Evangeline Lilly), who is important enough to have her own elf-dwarf love triangle.

The last Hobbit was annoyingly boys-only. But Tauriel is a real pest exterminator, and if you’ve been down these endless Middle Earth roads before, the new methods of orc-cleaving Tauriel tries out demonstrates that this series hasn’t even begun to exhaust its invention, surprise and delight.

‘The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug’ opens Friday, Dec. 13, in wide release.

Boey: Changes

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Canvas deteriorates. Hundreds of thousands of dollars are often spent restoring single pieces to a fraction of their former glory. But what about a medium that will last thousands of years on its own? With permanent ink? That’s what the artist Boey had in mind when he started touting his doodles—sharpie drawings on styrofoam cups—as fine art worth hundreds of dollars per piece.

Thirty-five-year-old Cheeming Boey (who goes simply by his last name) began drawing on cups in 2006 when, in search of a discarded white canvas, he fished one out of the trash. After someone told the stubborn Malaysian-born artist that nobody would pay real money for a 4 cent polystyrene cup, his determination was only solidified further.

Though some cups have sold for thousands of dollars, Boey admits it hasn’t quite taken off as a new medium. “I don’t sell cups as much,” he offers, “because people can’t accept the fact that it’s disposable.”

Yet Boey’s determination is evident in his bestselling graphic novel, When I Was a Kid (Last Gasp; $17.95), released to wide critical acclaim in Malaysia in 2012 and recently released in the United States. It’s drawn in the style of his web comic (iamboey.com), and meant to be a prequel to the daily journal of his adult life. Boey appears Dec. 13 at the Schulz Museum as part of its “Second Saturday” cartoonist series.

One story in When I Was a Kid tells of a 16-year-old Boey refusing to clean out his father’s birdcages. He preferred playing video games to cleaning bird crap. Go figure. When his father asks if that’s all he is going to do with his life, Boey responds as a narrator, “Yes. I became an animator and made games for 13 years, and played video games every day.” Some comics in the book are funny, some are interesting anecdotes of childhood in 1980s Malaysia, but each panel’s charm lies in its honesty and familiarity.

Boey’s family plays a large part in the book. His mother is not always happy with the stories he chooses to tell, which, he says, solidifies their quality. “If she doesn’t like it, I really have to write it, because it’s really good,” he says. Constantly seeking his father’s approval as a boy, he says it’s weird to finally have it. “Growing up, I was always very nervous about what I’d do,” says Boey by phone from Oakland. “Now, [my father] tells me he’s proud. I think mentally I’m not ready to accept that yet.”

Malaysian newspapers had comics like Family Circus, Hägar the Horrible and, yes, Peanuts, but the jokes from America didn’t always translate to Boey’s culture. Baseball wasn’t popular in Boey’s Malaysia, for example, so much of Peanuts went over his head. But Boey feels his comics are similar to Schulz’s in that they’re about life, and life isn’t always laugh-out-loud funny.

Redlined

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Redlining—the practice of refusing and/or discouraging mortgage loan applications based on an applicant’s race—should be a sad relic of the 20th century. But it’s not, according to a new investigation by Fair Housing of Marin (FHOM), a nonprofit that fights housing discrimination, which finds race and gender discrimination in mortgage lending practices alive and well in Marin, Sonoma and Napa counties in 2013. According to a Nov. 27 news release, FHOM uncovered instances where “several lending institutions offered more favorable treatment or better loan terms to white individuals, as compared to black or Latino individuals.” The unequal treatment wasn’t limited to people of color, either; FHOM states that a woman on pregnancy leave was also denied a mortgage loan because her paid maternity leave couldn’t be counted as “documented income.”

The investigation used trained “testers” sent to gather information on loans, qualification requirements and application procedures from banks and mortgage lenders. After analyzing the interactions for evidence of discriminatory policies, the investigation uncovered several concerning actions, including detailed written estimates of loan terms for white testers but not black or Latino testers; guidance offered to white testers for how to increase the likelihood of getting their application approved without offering the same guidance to black or Latino testers; refusing appointments with a Latino tester but agreeing to meet with a white tester.

FHOM plans to file administrative complaints with the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development against multiple lending institutions and has not revealed the names of the accused banks or mortgage lenders, citing the ongoing nature of the investigation.

Circus of Love

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Cirque du Soleil, which began rolling out its spectacular road shows 30 years ago, takes the best of a century of circus tradition—high-flying athletes, silk-surfing dancers, trapeze-dangling acrobatics—and envelopes the enterprise in an aura of theatricality that takes important elements from the world of the stage. Live music, outrageous sets and a unifying sense of theme and story are layered over the standard circus structure of unconnected acts, and it all strings together like elephants in a parade.

Currently running in the Bay Area are two shows that demonstrate the evolution of that idea. Amaluna, the new show from Cirque du Soleil (running through Jan. 12 at AT&T Park in San Francisco), brings a heightened sense of story and stage-show musicality to Cirque du Soleil’s iconic striped circus tent.

Meanwhile, at Berkeley Repertory Theatre, the U.K.’s award-winning Kneehigh Theater (The Wild Bride) returns to the Rep with a restaging of the show that made them famous a decade ago. With its gorgeous air-born love scenes and soaring acrobatics, the dazzling Tristan & Yseult demonstrates the influence that Cirque du Soleil has had on the theatrical world, creating a remarkable loop of inspiration from theater to circus and right back to theater.

Directed by Kneehigh’s resident visual genius Emma Rice, Tristan & Yseult takes the 1,000-year-old tragic romance and gives it a contemporary spin. As the audience enters, we find a group of hoodied, spectacled men with binoculars (dubbed “the love spotters”) watching us from the spare but evocative set, all platforms and walkways, with one enormous mast jutting up from a round platform near center stage. To the rear, a band plays Roy Orbison’s “Only the Lonely” and other pop tunes of failed romance, as a glowing neon sign proclaims “Club of the Unloved.”

The narrator is the band’s lead singer (a marvelous Carly Bawden), working the stage adorned in a ’60s-era outfit with long white gloves (lit majors might guess the significance of this), beginning her story with the apparent death of Tristan (Andrew Durand), then rewinding to the beginning. Tristan is a wandering knight who’s pledged his allegiance to King Mark of Cornwall (Mike Shepherd, working subtly through numerous internal shades and colors). After killing the coarse Irish invader Morhault, Tristan is sent by King Mark to Ireland, to bring back Morhault’s sister Yseult (Patrycja Kujawska, sexy-sad and magnetic) to be the new queen of Cornwall.

With the help of a fateful love potion, and some steamy air-born choreography, Tristan and Yseult fall in love, setting in motion a series of deceptions, betrayals, heartbreaks and tragedies that lead back to the begging, where the woman with white gloves reveals her own connection to the story.

Amaluna, though far less plot-driven than Tristan, displays more storyline than most Cirque du Soleil shows. Borrowing elements from Shakespeare’s Tempest, the new spectacle is set on a mysterious island peopled by spirits, animal-people, a love-struck lizard-man, the powerful sorceress Prospera and her beautiful daughter, Miranda, whose riotous coming-of-age celebration begins the show.

Each scene, built around a different demonstration of mindboggling physical skill, carries an element of the story, moving quickly through a mystical storm (powered by some rock-powered tunes played by a strutting band of female musicians), the arrival of shipwrecked mariners, the instant attraction between one of those castaways (called Romeo here) and Miranda, a plot to separate the lovers carried out by the lizard-man who secretly pines for Miranda and the eventual bittersweet conclusion.

Stirring and beautiful, Amaluna is one of Cirque du Soleil’s most satisfying shows to date.

Ratings (out of five):

Amaluna ★★★★½

Tristan & Yseult ★★★★★

Donelan Family Wines

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Not at all long after I email about the possibility of an appointment to visit Donelan, I receive a call from Stamford, Conn. Joe Donelan is on the horn, and he talks emphatically for 15 minutes about the project that he has going on in a Santa Rosa warehouse off Coffey Lane. When I meet his winemaker, Joe Nielson, he tells me with deadpan intensity that he’s sharing gospel about the wines they’re making there. After more than a decade in business, it seems like they can’t wait to tell people about it.

The story so far: Fans of cult Syrah may recall Pax Wine Cellars, founded in 2000 by East Coast wine collector Joe Donelan and up-and-coming winemaker Pax Mahle. Their high-proof Syrahs received 90-plus scores, but after a litigious parting of ways, in their new ventures the former partners both avow reformation in favor of lower alcohol and cool-climate vineyards. Nielsen has some experience with that, having studied enology and viticulture at Michigan State. He’s got a balanced view on so-called cool-climate Syrah. “It can be savory without being offensive,” he says, adding dryly, “it can be meaty without being roadkill.”

Barrel samples are part of the show. A 2012 Bennett Valley Grenache has a promising, pretty aroma of cherry licorice. Block by block, we tour Walker Vine Hill vineyard, going from blueberry s’more to blueberry milkshake. A 2012 Green Valley Viognier has a fine raft of acidity that zips light stone fruit down the tongue, a far cry from some of the syrupy Viognier vandalisms of the past decade.

Donelan is also reaching out to consumers by offering Pinot Noir and Chardonnay, candidly describing them as “gateway drugs” to their Syrah. Toasty, sweet cream buttery accents herald the 2012 “Nancie” Chardonnay ($45) and then become shy while the tension between full-malolactic richness and vibrant acidity energizes a palate of none-too-ripe pear under a faint haze of pineapple. Barrel fermented in 20 to 30 percent new French oak, this puts a lot of Chardonnay I’ve been tasting off the supposedly crisper “unoaked” bandwagon to pitiful shame.

Savory with olive notes and red cherry and plum fruit, the
12.8 percent alcohol 2010 Kobler Vineyard Green Valley Syrah ($45) may indeed tempt the Pinot drinker Rhôneward, while the dense and tarry 2010 Obsidian Vineyard Knights Valley Syrah ($90) veers from butcher counter to Christmas candle, blood pudding to purple plum, leaving a hint of bay leaf. “Yes, it will be better with time,” says Nielson, “but it also has to be drinkable in its youth.” Not to mention 90-plus scorable.

Donelan Family Wines, 3352 Coffey Lane, Santa Rosa. By appointment only, Monday–Saturday. No fee. 707.591.0782.

Best Buds

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As a “cannabis farmer”—those are his words—and flamboyant marijuana showman, Tim Blake walks a fine line. For the last nine years, between his tending and harvesting of bountiful crops, he’s produced the Emerald Cup, a dog and pony show for Mendocino County’s pot growers. Now, he’s
bringing the Cup from the backwoods to the big city. The Emerald Cup runs
Dec. 14–15 at the Sonoma County Fairgrounds.

Part cannabis circus, part down-home county fair and part tribal gathering for an industry on the cusp of respectability that still clings to its outlaw trappings, the Cup will bring growers and fans from around the country for the longest running marijuana competition in the state.

Blake and his cohorts aim to give cannabis a near total makeover, even as they’re keen to hold on to venerable pot traditions such as passing a joint and getting stoned. “That’s a God-given right,” Blake tells me from his home in Laytonville. “Now we’ve got to clean up the industry, get rid of polluters and criminals, and make it perfectly legal to smoke a joint and get high.”

At the 10th annual event this week, competition will be fierce in three categories: best cannabis flowers, best concentrates and best photos. This year, the Cup received over 50 concentrate entries and over 250 flower entries, up from 200 in the 2012 competition. Grand prize for the first place winner for flowers is a two-week all-expenses paid vacation in Jamaica.

Blake’s rules stipulate that the cannabis in the competition must be cultivated organically, under the sun by environmentally friendly folk who wouldn’t think of harming Mother Earth. If that sounds like a throwback to hippie days, it might be because Blake’s grassroots go back to the 1970s, when he moved from Santa Cruz to Mendocino, bought land and began to grow marijuana as a back-to-the-land hippie-outlaw with a very low profile.

Six years ago, Blake stormed out of the cannabis closet to advertise his habit and promote the industry. He’s not a holier-than-thou crusader, but he wouldn’t mind it if every “head” in California came out for the Cup at the Fairgrounds. Of course, no one’s a “head” anymore. Everyone’s a patient, suffering from anxiety, depression, insomnia and any number of ailments. Blake’s a patient and so is his co-producer, Samantha Mikelojewski, 26, who cultivates cannabis and uses it for anxiety. She started to smoke at 13.

At the Cup, patients like Mikelojewski and Blake will be able to take their medicine if they produce a recommendation from a physician, such as Jeffrey Hergenrather, the legendary Sebastopol pot doc who grew it when he was a student at UC Berkeley, and who has practiced for so long that the sons and daughters of his original patients show up at his office for recommendations.

Hergenrather tops the list of cannabis experts and celebrities at this year’s star-studded Cup. Other speakers include Dr. Donald Abrams, who has demonstrated the benefits of cannabis for cancer patients; Steve de Angelo, owner of Harborside Health Center in Oakland, the biggest pot dispensary in the world; and Dennis Peron, the pot activist who drafted Proposition 215, which ushered in medical marijuana in 1996. Still, the event’s biggest draw has to be the bands: Jefferson Starship, Big Brother and the Holding Company and Canned Heat. For more contemporary sounds, there’s Rebelution, with
its mix of rock and reggae, and
J Boog, the R&B singer and rapper from Compton.

What’s also electrifying about this year’s Emerald Cup aren’t the old-school guys, but the new-school women: reporter Kym Kemp, lawyer Kyndra Miller and Diane Goldstein, a former California police officer who belongs to the pro-legalization organization Law Enforcement Against Prohibition. “At the Cup, we’re moving away from the male-dominated outlaw thing,” Samantha Mikelojewski tells me. “We’re giving a new face to cannabis and illustrating the contributions of women in all aspects of the industry.”

John Hurley, manager of the Mighty Quinn, thinks this year’s Emerald Cup marks a milestone for growers, patients and for Santa Rosa, too, as a city with a long marijuana history and very little marijuana transparency. “I’m amazed we haven’t had anything like this before in Sonoma County,” Hurley says from his sanctuary at the back of the store. “We live in the most liberal area in the most liberal state in the United States, and yet people are still afraid to come out. Paranoia’s a tough habit to break.”

Born in San Rafael in the 1950s, Hurley smoked his first joint in 1968. He’s watched the marijuana scene morph, as growers have moved from outdoors to indoors and from sunlight to artificial light. “Concentrates are the new revolution,” he says. “They allow you to take a bulky product and shrink it down, which makes it easier to transport and more convenient for patients to calibrate precise dosage.” Hurley and the Mighty Quinn, a major sponsor of the Cup, won’t be hawking concentrates or buds, but they’ll sell pipes, papers and all the paraphernalia.

Ellen Komp, deputy director of California NORML, the grandmother of anti-pot-prohibition organizations, keeps records of famous women who smoke now or who smoked cannabis in the past: Lady Gaga, Anne Hathaway and Lila Leeds, the actress busted with Robert Mitchum in 1948 when she was 20 and whose career went up in smoke. “Women are coming out of the closet, and that takes courage,” Komp tells me. “If you’re a mother and you’re arrested for cannabis, you can have your children taken away. But women are beginning to say, ‘I’m a better parent when I smoke pot.'” She’ll be at the Cup advocating legalization.

Born in Pennsylvania, Komp smoked for the first time in 1976. She’s only recently come out of the closet. “For years, I was advised not to say anything, and I didn’t,” she explains. “Then I began to say that I had used it in the past. Now, I’m really out of the closet. I smoke pot medicinally, spiritually and recreationally, and I’m not ashamed.”

The Emerald Cup runs Saturday–Sunday, Dec. 14–15, at the Sonoma County Fairgrounds. 1350 Bennett Valley Road, Santa Rosa. Saturday, 11am–midnight; Sunday, 11am–8:30pm. $45–$50 per day; $80–$90 for the weekend. 707.984.9174.
www.theemeraldcup.com.

Letters to the Editor: December 11, 2013

Her Loss Is Ours

Sujey Lopez’ letter is the most poignant expression of grief that I have seen in print in a very long time (“My Son’s Ashes,” Dec. 4). No matter how you feel about what happened to Andy Lopez, this mother’s words of heartbreak are raw and uncensored. It reminds us of the magnitude of the tragic sense of life. It makes it impossible to shy away from a mother’s rage against the horrifying injustice of the world. Her words implore us to feel the depth of the inexplicable loss, instead of numbing out like we are so often encouraged to do in this culture. Ultimately, her loss is ours, and our ability to understand one another’s hearts may just bring us more compassion and love this holiday. Bless you, Sujey Lopez and family.

Sebastopol

Exorbitant Salary

Your readers might be interested to know that according to their most recent tax return, Goodwill Industries of the Redwood Empire paid its CEO $273,000 in fiscal year 2011–2012. This seems like an exorbitant sum of money for a supposed nonprofit organization to be paying. By comparison, Redwood Empire Food Bank paid its CEO only $137,000—half what Goodwill paid. Worse yet, the Food Bank’s 2011-2012 revenue was twice as much as Goodwill’s—$28 million vs. $15 million. So Goodwill’s CEO made twice as much money for bringing in half as much revenue. Also interesting is that Goodwill’s CEO made only $172,000 in 2010–2011. Why the $100,000 per year pay raise? Goodwill’s mission of providing training and jobs to those who need them sounds admirable, but it looks like Goodwill’s CEO is getting rich off the labors of the very people Goodwill claims to be helping—most of whom are part-time workers paid $8.50 to $9.50 an hour. How is that different from what for-profit businesses like McDonalds and Walmart do?

You might want to keep this in mind when deciding which charities to support this holiday season and in the future. And if you’re looking for a good second-hand store at which to shop, consider the Salvation Army.

Santa Rosa

Editor’s note: Goodwill’s CEO is none other than Mark Ihde, who as a former Sonoma County sheriff is also drawing a $69,084 annual pension on top of his current salary.

Path to Education

I attend an academy in Petaluma on the SRJC campus called Gateway to College. Gateway to College is a program to help youth who haven’t graduated high school or who struggle in high school. This program allows you to get your high school diploma and earn college credits at the same time. I would recommend this program to people if they have difficulties in school, or if they’ve dropped out and want to come back and get their diploma.

This program has so much to offer; the teachers and staff are nice and down to earth, and they actually want us to succeed and get to know us as human beings, not just as students in a classroom. Being at this school has helped me in many different ways. I used to be absent all the time; now I have perfect attendance. I hated being at school; now I love being here. It’s helped me with my English, grammar, punctuation, etc. I couldn’t even imagine my life without this program. I would probably be sleeping in everyday and watching TV while all of my friends are out getting an education.

In spring 2014 the school will be enrolling new students for the new semester. I would advise anyone who has been expelled, who dropped out or simply never graduated high school to come into the Gateway to College office at the SRJC Petaluma campus (680 Sonoma Mountain Pwky., Doyle Hall, Room 238). You can also call or email the director Vanessa Luna Shannon (707.778.3631; vs******@*******sa.edu).

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