‘Like a Zombie Movie’

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“We’re all very lucky to be alive,” says Kalei Yamanoha, accordionist for Gypsy-klezmer project Oddjob Ensemble, the day after a horrific car accident on I-80 in Nevada. The crash happened at about 5pm as the band, which features members of Church Marching Band and the Crux, headed to play some shows in Colorado.

“The driver hit the rumble strip on the side of the road, veered off and overcompensated,” says Yamanoha. “The car started veering back and forth, lost control and we flipped four times into the median.”

Everyone was wearing their seatbelts, and once the 1995 Mercedes station wagon stopped—landing upside down—all inside were able to walk away. “When we all crawled out of the car, we were covered with blood and dust,” explains Yamanoha. “It was like a scene out of a zombie movie.”

Within minutes, about 10 Samaritans, including an off-duty EMT, stopped to help. Clarinetist Travis Hendrix busted his lip, fiddler Annie Cilley hit her head and cut her shoulder on a broken window, trumpeter Josh Jackson got minor abrasions to the head and arms, and Yamanoha suffered tissue damage in his back. An upright bass and violin were destroyed, and the car was left totaled in a Nevada tow yard.

But the accident won’t stop the musicians from getting back out on the road. There’s a Crux tour in a month, and Church Marching Band plays the Wunderkammer Festival in Santa Rosa’s Railroad Square on Aug. 25.

“The way the accident happened, I’m surprised we’re all walking and OK,” adds Yamanoha, the shock still evident in his voice. “This is what we do for a living, so we’re not going to stop.”

Going Hungry

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As the hunger strike by California state prisoners protesting solitary-confinement conditions entered its third week, at least six activists blocked the entrance to the state building in downtown Oakland on Aug. 5. Around 300 prisoners continue to refuse food as part of a mass statewide protest that began at the Pelican Bay State Prison solitary unit, where some prisoners have been held for years (one inmate has been in solitary for 42 years, according to a recent Mother Jones article) without access to phone calls or family. Carl Patrick, a Petaluma-raised activist, told a reporter from CBS that the goal of Monday’s protest was to call on Gov. Brown and the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation to enter into “meaningful negotiations with the prisoners.” By the end of the day, at least seven arrests had been made after activists entered the lobby of the building.

OCCUPY MEDIA

Want to learn how to get your point across to newspapers, radio and other media outlets? Peter Phillips, professor of sociology at Sonoma State University and former director of Project Censored, leads a basic media skills training on Aug. 12. Attendees will get tips on how to write press releases and public service announcements, how to organize a media campaign and how to develop interview skills and talking points. The pre-registration deadline is Aug. 9; donations are requested. The event is sponsored by Occupy Sonoma County on Monday, Aug. 12 at the Unitarian Universalist Congregation. 547 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. 6:30pm. $5–$20 donation. For more information, contact em*****@****co.org.

Spirit Works

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Gin. Blamed for the ills of society in the 1700s, studiously eschewed by young drinkers today in imitation of a fictional secret agent’s preference for vodka martinis—shaken, not stirred—the spirit has hardly been hailed except as a melancholy pairing with an anti-malarial tonic favored by British colonials. But, says a young couple now bringing craft-made gin to Sebastopol, you don’t know proper gin until you’ve sampled a dram of theirs.

Husband and wife team Timo and Ashby Marshall recently opened Spirit Works Distillery in Sebastopol’s Barlow project after a four-year journey that began when they decided, “Let’s make gin.” Timo’s from southern England, where his family has made sloe gin for years. But it’s Ashby who became the master distiller, after the couple took distilling courses and apprenticeships to learn the craft. “We’re very lucky,” says Timo, who does much of the talking while Ashby covers most of the wry smiling. “She’s got the skills.” In distilling, they say, there’s a knack for it which mere instruction can’t provide.

At first, the Marshalls cast about for a distillery to partner with, but they couldn’t find any in California up to their standards. “There’s a lot of smoke and mirrors in spirits,” says Timo. For instance, many craft distillers use bulk alcohol from a factory. The Marshalls decided to make theirs from grain to glass. With the help of family-and-friends investors, they installed a gleaming set of German-made tanks and copper rectification columns in their Barlow warehouse.

Each batch starts with a one-ton pallet of organically grown, California red winter wheat. After being distilled to a purity of 95 percent, then cut with filtered water, it’s vodka, a small sample of which is as pure and creamy as straight booze can be on the palate. A signature blend of herbs and citrus rind, which Ashby zests on production days, go into the final gin cook.

If you thought Bombay Blue Sapphire was as good as it gets, here is new territory on your tongue. With a deep note of citrus and ethereal notes of juniper and herbs, it’d be a shame to dirty this up with olives and whatnot, whether stirred or shaken. Under current law, Spirit Works cannot sell product out of the tasting room (“A Fair Pour,” Bohemian, April 3, 2013); it’s going for about $28 at Santa Rosa’s Bottle Barn.

Luckily for the G&T crowd, yes, artisanal tonic made in California is now available. Straight wheat whiskey is on the way, which will be aged in charred American oak barrels, plus sloe gin—”Not the stuff,” says Timo, “you drank in high school.”

Spirit Works Distillery, 6790 McKinley St., Ste. 100, Sebastopol. Thursday–Monday, 11am–4pm. No fee. 707.634.4793.

Flavor Trippin’

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Hey, you. ‘Sup? Do you party? Yeah, me too. Hey, I’ve got something I bet you’ve never tried. Wanna go into the kitchen and take a hit? Yeah, it’s just this little red tablet. Let it dissolve on your tongue—don’t rush it, or it won’t work. Now taste this lemon and try not to freak out, OK? Weird, right? It’s sweet! It’s not sour at all! Here, try a lime.

The tablet I gave you is Synsepalum dulcificum, sold as miracle fruit, a completely legal, organic berry that can be grown in your house, even. It turns sour into sweet, but preserves all other flavors that go into your mouth. That means that, though it will be sweeter, the banana will still taste like banana, the strawberry like strawberry and the snozberries taste like . . . well, you get the picture. Cool, right? Keep eating stuff, try different things. It’ll last for about two hours or so, but be careful not to eat too many lemons—just because you can’t taste the sour acidity doesn’t mean it won’t burn a hole in your gut if you eat too much.

Have you ever had pineapple—on miracle fruit? Oh, man, it’s, like, soooo much more intense. It’s like someone put a pineapple inside a pineapple and covered it with a pineapple-reduction sauce. The sweetness is unreal, it’s like a different kind of sweet, like stevia or agave or something. It’s not quite like sugar, but it doesn’t taste fake like Splenda, either. Oh, and Greek yogurt is like soft serve ice cream. Just right out of the container. The best kind is the nonfat, because it’s a little more sour. The more sour something is, the sweeter it tastes when you’ve popped a miracle fruit.

Let me warn you, though: everyone has a different reaction. Some feel a stronger flavor shift, and some apparently taste bitter foods as somewhat sweet. I don’t have that reaction. I tried balsamic vinegar, like someone suggested, and, damn, it was nasty. It was like taking a sip of really bad vinegar, like worse than normal. And onions? Forget it. It enhanced the spiciness and raw flavor of the onion. It was pretty much unbearable. Some people say Guinness beer is tastier on miracle fruit, but I think it still tastes like delicious Guinness beer, with little or no change.

The berry comes from West Africa, and has been eaten there by indigenous peoples for hundreds of years. It was discovered by the Western world by explorers in the 18th century. It works through the protein miraculin, which binds to taste buds and induces sweetness when it comes in contact with acids. Sounds like a James Cameron movie, right? Too fake to be real, like mining an alien world for “unobtanium.” But it’s real, and I can get it for you whenever you want. Just give me, like, $2 per hit. That’s the friend price, you know.

Of course there are other foods that change the chemistry of flavor. Anyone who’s eaten spicy food knows the relief that comes from sugar, especially dairy sugar. I once absentmindedly touched my finger to my lips after cutting habañero peppers, and spent the next hour with my face covered in yogurt and sour cream, moaning in pain and screaming at everyone, “This isn’t funny! It hurts!” Dairy was the only thing that helped.

And there’s salt to counteract bitterness. I used to get the weirdest looks when I’d go into the coffee shop by the office and put a dash of salt into my black coffee. But, hey, the coffee shop made bitter coffee and I didn’t like cream, so this helped me get a caffeine fix without sacrificing too much taste.

But, boy, this miracle fruit. Ya know how pot is used to help cancer patients and stuff? Miracle fruit could seriously help diabetics curb their sugar craving. Instead of satisfying a sweet tooth with a cookie-inspired insulin spike, pop a miracle fruit and eat some unsweetened Greek yogurt. It’s nutritious and has probiotic properties, which aids in digestion. It’s all good, right? Wrong.

Even though it’s legal to buy, consume and sell, its extract is classified as a food additive and would be subject to USDA review, which would take years. In fact, in 1974 Robert Harvey was all set to launch a company selling the berry’s extract, primarily marketing it as a health product to diabetics. The USDA had been on his side, leading him to believe it would be labeled “generally recognized as safe.” He was all set to market products like “miracle berry lollies,” which tested better than regular ones with focus groups.

But a week before the launch, the USDA changed its mind and classified it as an additive, requiring more years of testing. Harvey couldn’t afford it, and the company folded before it even began—some say because of behind-the-scenes finagling from the Sugar Association, a sugar-industry lobbyist (not a soul pop group from the ’70s, as I first suspected).

But, hey, at least we can still get the tablets and berries for home use. I’m gonna get some people together and have a flavor-tripping party. Put a bunch of sour stuff out and give everyone a hit of miracle berry. Wanna come? It’s just two bucks a hit—friend price.

Magic Act

‘Torture! That’s the best word for it. Torture!”

Rohnert Park actor and educator John Craven is describing the wildly complicated character of Prospero, the primary protagonist of William Shakespeare’s tragicomic play The Tempest.

“And if torture is what Prospero is feeling, then that’s exactly what I’m feeling,” Craven says with a gentle laugh. “This is a very tough role, Prospero. It’s a real challenge, and every rehearsal brings huge new discoveries. It’s pretty tough.”

Ah, the life of a Shakespearean actor.

The Tempest—with Craven in the lead, Sheri Lee Miller directing and a crack team of local all-stars filling out the colorful cast—opens a three-week run this weekend at Sebastopol’s Ives Park, part of Main Stage West’s Sebastopol Shakespeare Festival. Of course, along with its complexity and depth, and despite the sufferings of its central character, The Tempest is also one of Shakespeare’s sweetest, funniest, most magical, most emotionally satisfying plays.

Once the Duke of Milan, the embittered magician Prospero has spent years on a mysterious island. Marooned long ago by traitors (Peter Downey, Anthony Abate), Prospero has raised a daughter (Rachel Quintana), all while mastering the art of magic, preparing for the day he might exact revenge on those who put him there. When those enemies, traveling across the sea, finally do sail within sight of his island, Prospero summons the tempest of the play’s title to shipwreck them all—and what begins as Prospero’s revenge turns into something different, as the old man discovers a long lost sense of hope, humanity and forgiveness.

And then there’s some stuff about a drunken butler (Eric Thompson), a troubled monster named Caliban (Keith Baker) and the beautiful spirit Ariel (Danielle Cain), who is smarter than everyone and does awesome magic tricks. Beneath it all, says Craven, the play is about growing old, but it’s also about growing up and growing wise.

“Prospero,” Craven explains, “has come to a place where he’s wrestling with all kinds of different feelings, struggling with his own sense of wounded humanity. He knows he couldn’t survive without forcing the two residents of the island, Ariel and Caliban, to work for him, and that eats at him, it bothers him. And at the same time, he has a daughter to bring up, and the fear that he might die and leave her alone on this island—well, there’s the torture again.”

Though Craven—long considered one of the best and most dependable actors in Sonoma County—has played many parts over the years, he’s only tackled Shakespeare twice. He played King Leontes in The Winter’s Tale at Cinnabar and the melancholy Jacques in As You Like It at the Sebastopol Shakespeare Festival. But he’s never faced a Shakespearean character as complex and rich as Prospero. It’s largely through the guidance of director Miller, Craven says—with whom he’s worked extra hard to dig beneath the surface—that he’s come to understand Prospero, whom he says he never really thought about playing until asked.

“I’m part of a company,” he says simply, “and they decided to do this play, and I said yes. I never dreamed of playing this part, like some actors do, but now that I’m doing it . . . well, it’s like I said.”

Yes, of course—torture. But, in this case, it’s the very best kind of torture. And just like Prospero, Craven knows that it is never too late to learn new things.

“Every day, at every rehearsal,” Craven says, “I go in with a blank slate, ready to work with Sheri, ready to engage with the cast, ready to learn.”

Me + Eat = Meat

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There are two ways to view Cochon 555 Heritage Fire in St. Helena. With close-up photos of chefs, maybe set to some Ratatouille-esque jazz and lots of posed, happy smiles, it looks like a high-end, winery food event. But that wouldn’t be Cochon.

No. It’s so tied to fire and meat that it used to be called “Primal.” Cochon tours 13 cities and crowns a “King and Queen of Porc” (won in 2011 by Santa Rosa’s Duskie Estes and John Stewart of Zazu). Because of this, it’s best imagined through photos of wide-eyed chefs in bloody butcher coats, knife in hand, laughing maniacally while staring at a flayed-out side of beef on a makeshift cross tilted over a massive bonfire while huge, slow, doom-metal guitar riffs from Sunn o))) and Isis shake rib cages of the living. Specters of slaughtered pig, goat, squab, thresher shark, sturgeon, duck, cow, rabbit, lamb, lobster and chicken haunt the grounds, their spirits permeating the bones of all who consume them. Oh, and there’s wine, too. Like, really, really good wine.

The chef list reads like a who’s who of cooking, with meat masters from the Thomas, A16, French Laundry, CIA at Greystone, Fifth Floor and many others. Cochon 555 Heritage Fire takes place Sunday, Aug. 11, at Charles Krug Winery. 2800 Main St., St. Helena. 3pm. $125–$200. 707.967.2200.

Real Dough

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‘We’re not just going to give anyone a back patch,” says Nick O’ Rooney, aka Papa Pizza, the 22-year-old guitarist from local fuzz-garage duo Sharky Coast. “You start out as a ‘Dough,’ you gotta show up to see bands, you have to be willing to put up flyers and help promote it, to tell all your friends about it.”

O’Rooney and 20-year-old Ian O’Connor, aka Sergeant Salami, along with O’Rooney’s girlfriend Denise Fraizer, are the forces behind the Pizza Punx. You may have seen their old-school cut-and-paste flyers for shows posted up on light poles all over town.

It’s not easy to become a pizza punk. To get fully initiated one must complete the herculean task of eating a large pizza in its entirety while watching Rock and Roll High School in one sitting. “If you can’t do that, you can’t be called a Pizza Punk,” says O’Rooney.

Beyond the PBR-and-pizza-grease haze, the two are dead serious about getting quality, underground bands to play in the often-overlooked locale of Sonoma County. At the Pizza Punx headquarters—a garage in a quiet neighborhood near the Sonoma County Fairgrounds, decorated with flyers, a few rescued pieces of furniture, a television and a drum kit—O’Rooney pulls out four large pieces of paper on which he’s meticulously written the names of over a hundred current, West Coast bands. He and the other Pizza Punx have reached out to every single one, asking them to come to Sonoma County with the guarantee of a place to sleep, do laundry, eat a meal, play a show and get a bit of gas money.

The effort has produced five months of solid lineups, with headliners like Cool Ghouls, Indian Wars, White Mystery and Acid Baby Jesus, from Greece, playing shows at houses in South Park and at the “Ranger’s House” in Howarth Park, where shows have been surprisingly trouble-free. (Only one band—CCR Headcleaner—was loud enough for the neighbors to call the police.)

The next Pizza Punx show, on Aug. 8, features NoBunny, the creepy bunny-mask-and-underwear-loving pop-garage persona of Justin Champlin (Like a “cuddly G.G. Allin,” says O’Rooney), along with Burger Records sweet pop duo Summer Twins, out of Riverside. The only rule is that it has to be all-ages because, really, in the end, they’re doing this for the kids.

“The whole world is trying to absorb those kids, sell to them, try to get them to buy Hot Topic bullshit,” says O’Rooney. “And we’re the opposite of that,” adds O’Connor.

Or as the Pizza Punx would say, “Keep it real, dough.”

Angry Grousing About Housing

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Marinwood is a quiet suburb between San Rafael and Novato, where three-bedroom homes with backyard pools circle green, undeveloped hills. On a Wednesday evening in June, it was also the setting for a town hall meeting that would later be likened to a lynch mob.

Held by Supervisor Susan Adams, the gathering at the Marinwood Community Center on June 26 began with a simple presentation on proposed zoning changes but quickly devolved into hysterics. Residents packed the large room, standing in doorways and leaning in open windows, waving signs that said “Democracy, Not Autocracy” and showed apartment homes crossed out. Shouts of “No, no, no!” drowned out the official when she tried to speak. One woman commandeered the microphone, taunting Adams by pretending to hand it back again and again as the supervisor grabbed at air.

Finally, in a line that would echo infamously through the fair-housing community, real estate agent Melissa Bradley told Adams she’d “volunteered Marin for the ghetto.” Throughout the hour and 45 minutes, Adams tried to answer questions, looking flustered as she lost control of the room.

That housing is a big deal in no-growth Marin is hardly news. Spurred by the perceived threat of apartment complexes, communities in the wealthy county have so far neglected to zone for low-income housing, in violation of state law, and then been sued; zoned for low-income housing on the sites of existing businesses that may not intend to sell; and, in the case of Corte Madera, withdrawn altogether from the regional planning agencies that oversee this kind of zoning.

Still, recent months have seen this polarized debate give rise to behavior that is downright bizarre—not just in the form of meetings like the one described above, but also in a recall effort against Adams, which would cost as much as $250,000 and oust the supervisor from office only months before she faces a general election anyway.

How did this happen? After all, as Carla Marinucci pointed out in a recent San Francisco Chronicle piece on the county’s current incivility, Bush-era Marin County was supposed to be a Greenpeace mecca of laissez-faire hippies soaking in backyard hot tubs. It continues to be caricatured as a rosy-vibe utopia policed by the handholding Kumbaya Patrol, not a place where mob mentality sweeps town halls.

Is this chaotic mass opposition to housing the byproduct of top-down leadership on the part of local government, as some claim? Is it hysterical fear of Big Development in the wake of mortgage plummets, national bailouts and an economic machine that many no longer trust? Or is it really as ugly as it looks from the outside—wealthy suburban privilege at its worst, organizing to keep renters, low-wage workers and recent immigrants far, far away.

A common theme at meetings in Marinwood and elsewhere is the notion that information is being withheld. Carol Sheerin, one of the founders of the Susan Adams recall effort, says the anger on display in Marinwood comes partly from a feeling of futility: suddenly there appears to be all this compounded development, without the type of public process neighbors feel that they deserve.

“Just in general, people feel like they have not been made aware,” she says.

Stephen Nestel, the founder of SaveMarinwood.org, seconds this. “Our community, like most around the Bay Area, should have been brought into the planning process at the very earliest time, about 10 years ago,” he writes in an email, adding, “This is undemocratic and an affront to citizens.”

So what, exactly, is being proposed in Marinwood? Is it the acres upon acres of concrete, high-rise slums that many speak of as though the first cinderblock is about to be laid?

No, it isn’t. As Adams explained at the meeting, one developer has turned in an application to renovate the derelict Marinwood Plaza, and that application will be subject to all the public processes—EIR certification, design review—that developers are subject to under California law. But what has so many homeowners up in arms is a little thing called a PDA, or a priority development area, and that concerns zoning, not actual development.

A word on zoning. Under state law, government entities are supposed to zone their communities cyclically to plan for future growth. (These same entities do not build housing, which is the domain of private or nonprofit developers.) One of the ideas behind housing element law is integration. Public entities are supposed to make sure that zoning does not “unduly constrain” development of multifamily housing, where people who cannot afford to buy a three-bedroom home with a yard can live. Government is supposed to match projected growth for all income levels with fair zoning.

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This is a huge problem in Marin County, where, as one advocate wrote, the poor are “zoned out.” According to a county document prepared for the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development, multifamily housing is clustered in only a few areas like Marin City and San Rafael’s Canal District, where racial and ethnic minorities tend to live. According to a study funded by the Marin Community Foundation, 60 percent of Marin’s workforce lives out of the county and commutes in daily, holding jobs that tend to pay under $50,000, like residential care and retail.

The study also notes the environmental hazards of such a freeway clog—an unnecessary 2.4 million pounds of carbon pouring into the atmosphere every day. This is a rough equivalent—daily—to the emissions produced by 42,000 U.S. households in a year.

As Adams points out, none of the zoning in Marinwood has been proposed in secret. Though audience members at the town hall shouted “You did not come to this community, you did not notice this community!” she replied that every meeting where potential zoning was discussed had been done in a public. Discussions over the housing element update—public. Board of supervisors meetings, where Marin’s 101 corridor was discussed as a place to concentrate future growth because so much of the rest of Marin is preserved as open space—public.

“There have been public meetings, with audio streaming and webcasting, so you can see not only all the documents discussed, but the conversation around those documents,” she tells me on the phone.

She’s right. I’ve been covering land-use issues in Marin for three years, and none of the zoning changes discussed at the Marinwood meeting were new to me. Still, audience members seemed to feel that public process wasn’t enough.

“It’s not our full-time job!” one audience member yelled. “It’s your job as supervisor to come to us when there are major land-use issues at stake in our community!”

There was a chorus of applause.

I asked Sheerin how she thought Adams should have “noticed” the Marinwood community. “I can’t say putting it in the newspaper, because no one reads the newspaper,” she says. “Maybe sending out postcards.”

In a background conversation, another person at that meeting told me nearly the exact same thing: “Nobody reads the newspapers,” she said. “Maybe if it had been on TV.”

As Adams says when I told her about these responses: “‘Notice’ is a two-way street.”

Another common theme at the Marinwood meeting, and others that I’ve covered, is more understandable. It’s the notion that the numbers governing this whole process are off.

Two speakers addressed this eloquently.

When Adams stated that a “low-income” designation in the wealthy county caps at around $65,000, one man protested, “We are that bracket.” Another man from the crowd called out, “That’s us!”

It’s true. Just as the tech boom has wildly inflated rent in San Francisco, Marin County’s extremely high median earning—$130,000—has hiked the low-income line past what many living in market-rate housing make. And the idea of somehow subsidizing families making more than you do in low-income apartments is hardly popular.

The supposed “low-income” number comes from an organization called ABAG, which, lately, seems to be Marin County’s least favorite four-letter word. The acronym, short for the Association of Bay Area Governments, refers to the planning organization that puts out another acronym, the RHNA. This Regional Housing Needs Allocation is the all-holy number of units that each government needs to zone for every few years, to match projected growth.

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If this number were some kind of omniscient data set, all would be well and good. But it’s not. Spurred by Mark Luce, the president of ABAG who called the process a “black box” when I interviewed him last summer, and Bob Ravasio, council member of Corte Madera and a member of ABAG who told me “If you find out how the RHNA works, let me know,” I drove to Oakland to visit ABAG. There, I sat in an office and looked over at least 10 sheets of paper as planning director Hing Wong explained the “formula” used to calculate RHNA. It took an hour. And it’s wasn’t a formula, really—it was determined by months and months of meetings, in which government officials, fair-housing lawyers, developers and transit workers decide the “fair share” of how much each region should get.

But though ABAG has a reputation for strong-arming development onto unwilling towns, the RHNA process can be arbitrary in unexpected and troubling ways.

Because housing, particularly affordable housing, has historically been so unpopular in Marin, elected officials can push back against this fair-share mentality. And thus, despite its high in-commuting numbers, parts of Marin received unusually low numbers in the most recent cycle, compared to recent years.

As we reported last year, Wong told me that in Novato, this was at least partly because “a councilwoman wanted very low numbers.”

The lack of good, unbiased data means that vast conspiracies have sprung up in which Marin’s lack of affordable housing and clogged freeways aren’t really problems—they’re considered smokescreens for developers who just want to make a buck.

“Everyone says ‘You’re in the pocket of the developers,'” affordable-housing advocate Lynne Wasley says. “I’ve never been given a dime.”

Op-eds are written in which supervisors, characterized as “well-to-do progressives,” and developers seem to be in cahoots. And during the Marinwood meeting, Bradley and several others alluded to the study conducted by Marin County for HUD—which found that minorities and multifamily units had been clustered due to discriminatory zoning—as an affirmative action document, implying that it was a tool to bring in “underrepresented minorities [from] outside Marin County.”

And so a strange and sour attitude comes into play at public meetings, which tend to be overwhelmingly middle-class and white. It’s an attitude that doubts the very existence of low-income workers and residents in Marin—an attitude that might explain something like the farcical post on Nestel’s SaveMarinwood.org.

“Wanted” it reads. “Gay Eskimos for Marinwood Village Affordable Housing Complex.”

At Novato’s affordable housing meetings, which I covered back in 2010, it took the form of comments like “I heard that we recruited people from Richmond to come here tonight to fulfill our need for affordable housing” and “All of these people who need a place to live, where are they now?”

And the answer mirrors this systemic issue. They’re not at evening Marin meetings, because though they work in Marin, they don’t live there.

Or else, as a troubling press conference recently implied, they’re too scared to come.

At a very different meeting than the ones described above, a group of fair-housing advocates and grass roots organizers came together in the Marin Civic Center garden on a Tuesday morning. They spoke quietly, waited their turn to speak and punctuated each comment with well-mannered applause. No one hissed, booed or called the police.

And the tenor of the gathering felt like a PTSD support group.

John Young, leader of Marin Grassroots, recalled talking to a colleague during a public meeting—before someone called the sheriff and asked that he be kicked out. A black man who describes himself as a big guy, Young said he felt afraid.

“This was a room full of 200-plus European Americans,” he says.

An Asian-American man shares a similar experience. He recalls getting up to speak in favor of affordable housing and being heckled with the words: “You don’t belong here.” Wasley, who was in attendance, says she hasn’t been to a public meeting in Novato in two years, after being booed and hissed in numerous town halls. She was even hissed at the grocery store wearing a sticker in favor of affordable housing, she says.

And then Gail Theller, a spokesperson for Community Action Marin, says something that does not bode well for the future of public discourse in Marin.

“The public areas in which these discussions are taking place have gotten to be so threatening that I’m unable to organize a group of people who are low-income to come,” she says.

The group announced that it was going to write a letter to Gov. Jerry Brown about the fact that all sides of Marin’s housing debate are not being heard. But in the meantime, meetings take place in suburbs like the one described at the beginning of this piece, where homes sell for an average of $650,000 a pop and beautiful community halls are packed with angry people, holding signs and shouting about apartment buildings.

Courtney Love to Play the Phoenix Theater Aug. 24

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Fresh off a totally sold-out show at the Independent in July, ’90s icon and walking sociological experiment Courtney Love returns to the Bay Area for a show at the Phoenix Theater in Petaluma on Saturday, Aug. 24.
Those hoping to catch a trainwreck in action may want to consider that the widow of Kurt Cobain and public streaker has been getting pretty good live reviews lately, touring with a solid backing band. (Still, Phoenix booker Jim Agius says: “I understand and accept the risks completely.”)
It will be Courtney Love’s first time performing in Sonoma County since 1991, when Hole played a show at the SSU Duck Pond with Nuisance and the Fluid. (Yes, I still have the flyer.)
Tickets will be $35, and they go on sale tomorrow, Aug. 7, at the Phoenix Theater’s site.

210 arrested at Chevron’s gates

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On Saturday morning, a crowd of roughly 2,500 people marched through Richmond to the Chevron refinery, some of them to crowd the corporation’s gates, sit down and be dragged away by police in riot gear.

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According to KTVU, 210 total were arrested during the sit-in following a march from the Richmond BART station. Protesters flooded West MacDonald, and wound under 580 to the oil giant’s gates, where a Chevron flag waved beside the one with stars and stripes. Marchers carried signs protesting fracking and the proposed Keystone pipeline, along with more creative ones, like “Separate Oil and State.”

The rally was organized by climate and labor groups, one of them Bill McKibben’s 350.org. The non-profit calls for radical action and civil disobedience around climate issues, its joint premises being that 1. the amount of carbon in the atmosphere has already far exceeded a safe threshold (350 parts per million, hence the name) and 2. congress continues to deadlock on even the smallest cap-and-trade and taxing measures that might address this. 350.org relies on studies from NASA and MIT to paint a picture that is downright apocalyptic—and too well-documented to be untrue.

The march also engaged Richmond, because, in the words of the one organizer, Chevron has been a bad neighbor. The August 6, 2012 fire that sent a cloud of vaporized sludge into the air also sent 15,000 residents to nearby hospitals (a nurse who treated patients that day was among the first arrested). Richmond mayor Gayle McLaughlin spoke at the rally, announcing that the city planned to sue Chevron.

This morning, the refinery agreed to pay $2 million in fines, pleading no contest to a host of negligence charges.

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Marchers start out at the BART station.

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These guys were rapping down W MacDonald.

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Marchers pass under 580.

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Protestors prepare to walk into Chevron’s driveway.

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They’re met with a line of riot police as they sit down.

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A woman stands in front of the sit-in holding a sun flower.

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This protester was arrested along with his 90-year-old grandma.

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A woman is cuffed and smiling.

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This man rocks his IWW shirt.

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