Pale, Paler, Pinkest

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Word is that demand for the rosé wine category is strong, so there’s little need now to lecture on its virtues. The hot tip today is “bespoke rosé.” That’s the term of art at Bonny Doon Vineyard, anyway, describing their pink wine made-to-order like a tailored suit. These crisp quaffs capture the zippy acidity and peak freshness of grapes that were picked just to be pink.

Bedrock 2012 ‘Ode to Lulu’ California Rosé ($20) Those unfamiliar with this style might think it suspiciously pale—pale like an arctic dawn that will not arrive, like a watered-down memory of salmon-pink, one part to 10. Like Blanc de Noirs. The nose is aggressively flinty, while calling up a memory of Baskin Robbins peach ice cream—the kind with the little frozen chunks of peach—at the same time. Surprising texture and stone fruit flavors hint at barrel-fermented Roussanne, but the cool, crisp fruit and fleshiness are just a tease that keeps the sipper sipping. 12.3 percent abv. ★ ★ ★ ★

Slang Wines 2012 California Rosé ($16) Made by Argot Wines, this pale Grenache-based beverage has a bit more color than the Lulu, with wild, real rose aromas and strawberry daiquiri, as smelt at arm’s length away. Pink grapefruit and underripe strawberry flavors quiver on a crisp palate, and what’s this—kettle corn, toasty oak? If there’s sizzling subtlety, this is it. An incredibly low 11.3 percent abv. ★★★★

Bonny Doon 2012 ‘Vin Gris de Cigare’ Central Coast ($16) Identical color as the Slang, crisp and a bit bitter like a can of fruit cocktail after the fruit is gone. The Vin Gris was a trailblazer, but this one’s so subtle, there’s not much to it. 12.5 percent abv. ★★½

Mill Creek 2012 ‘Santa Rosa’ Dry Creek Valley Dry Rosé ($19) Confusing name, geographically speaking: “It’s just a name,” the winery tells me. But you better bet it’s dry. Familiar, bright pink color, a little floral, with bitter maraschino cherry flavor, it’s Merlot, Zinfandel, and Cabernet Franc picked especially for this result. 14.5 percent abv. ★★★½

Horse & Plow 2012 North Coast Rosé ($17) Sour cherry and scoury, like a Brut rosé without the sparkles. Much of the fruit comes from Testa Vineyards northeast of Ukiah, where they have made lemonade—pink lemonade—out of their roster of old-fashioned grape varieties. 68 percent Carignane. 13 percent abv. ★★★

Pedroncelli 2012 Dry Creek Valley Dry Rosé of Zinfandel ($12) Now, is this just an affected way of saying white Zinfandel? Nope, they’ve been making this since 1951. Bright pink, with sweet cherry chapstick aroma that builds in the glass, but ducks away as soon as it’s swirled. Dry, as advertised, with watermelon candy flavor. 13.9 percent abv. ★★★

Hunky Masa

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Women want him. Men want to be him. But all he wants is a good tamale. This summer, Ben Flajnik is the Hungry Bachelor.

As the star of one of the highest-rated seasons of ABC’s The Bachelor, the Sonoma winemaker returns to the public eye in a nontelevised, non-taped episode of the hottest non-existent reality show ever not made. On Cinco de Mayo, Flajnik must make a choice: which tamale will win his heart, and the last and final rose? From which Mexican state will it hail? Will it be made by a sweet, loving abuela with a generations-old recipe? Or a hot, young newcomer who watches a lot of Food Network?

Univision news anchor Maria Leticia Gomez is also judging the tamales, reporting her findings accurately and without bias. And the panel is rounded out by Randy Jackson of American Idol, who will proclaim each tamale more fantastic than its predecessor by saying, “Yo Dawg, that was literally da bomb.” (OK, OK, that one’s fake—Randy Jackson will not be there.)

Will Flajnik take part in the ballet folklórico? Will attendees agree with the panel’s tasting results? Will the combination of bouncy houses and pork-filled masa torpedoes turn out to be a bad idea? Find out on Sunday, May 5, at Cornerstone Gardens. 23570 Arnold Drive, Sonoma. Noon to 5pm. $15–$25. 707.480.1805.

Rights Left Behind

If you’re confused as to why it took an army of hundreds of militarized police to catch one wacko 19-year-old, then you’re not alone. Even my conservative, NRA-member brother-in-law who lives near the events in Boston has been radicalized. The defenders of our security put hundreds of bullet holes through houses along the street, miraculously avoiding civilian casualties, while it took some guy going outside to have a smoke to find the kid. Making a mockery of the Fourth Amendment, the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) invaded and searched people’s homes, then questioned the suspect for 16 hours without reading him his Miranda rights. Strangely compliant, people then cheer and wave the flag.

The original patriots would be appalled at this sad ending to a sad week in America. So would President Washington, who warned us about military takeover. So would President Eisenhower, who warned us about the military-industrial complex.

The Supreme Court says that government drones can spy on your property without warrant, and federal judge Colleen McMahon has ruled that American citizens can be executed by the executive branch of our government without a hearing or public justification. Now the DHS has asked Congress to expand drone use in the United States to ensure “public safety.”

Close to 5,000 people have already been killed by drones, a policy endorsed by President Barack (Nobel Peace Prize laureate) Obama, netting one terrorist for every 50 civilians. This occurs mostly in countries where we are not even at war, such as the latest terror bombing in Yemen. How can we not expect these misadventures abroad to harvest more bombings at home?

The week’s events coincided with CISPA, the Cyber Intelligence Protection Act. Passed by the House, but blocked in the Senate for now, CISPA would allow wholesale harvesting of data from your phone calls and email for governmental and military use.

If you want to fly your flag at half-mast this week, fly it for the death of the Fourth and Fifth amendments of the Constitution of the United States—torpedoed by our own drones.

Pieter S. Myers is a printmaker living in Occidental.

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Painted Up

The commercial French films of today may not be breaking any aesthetic or narrative boundaries, but they still play well to those unnerved by the mayhem and loudness of American movies.

Director Gilles Bourdos’ Renoir celebrates tradition—even if it is a tradition critiqued from the point of view of the rebellious three sons of the master artist. The action takes place during World War I. Pierre Auguste Renoir (Michel Bouquet) is old and diseased in body, his hands almost too gnarled by arthritis to hold a paintbrush. The canvases are his last expression of summery idylls.

In person, however, the artist has blunt, almost Germanic manners, even if old Renoir insists things worked out for the best. He started off as a painter on porcelain for the dishware industry, and he’d still be doing that work if industrialization hadn’t ended the craft. Ultimately, he reasons, life is best if you drift like a floating cork down a stream.

This passive, peasant viewpoint drives his three sons mad. The youngest, Claude (Thomas Doret), called Coco, is on the verge of open rebellion; he’s been in a smoldering adolescent fury ever since his mother died. Coco has a new cause for his wrath: the arrival of a new model for the old man’s brush, a tough yet refulgent demiactress named Andrée (Christa Theret). In one scene, Coco’s sexual jealousy at seeing this red-haired trollop nude on a daily basis worsens his mood, especially when asked to arrange props around her.

Andrée also captures the interest of older brother Jean Renoir (Vincent Rottiers) when he returns from the battlefields with a scarlet Y-shaped scar on his thigh. We don’t know him as a film director yet, just as there’s no indication that Coco will someday be the cinematographer Claude Renoir.

Lensed by Mark Ping Bing Lee (In the Mood for Love), Renoir believes that there’s no underrating the pleasure of watching other people paint, and of seeing a sullen if nicely built woman posing in the humidity of the morning.

‘Renoir’ is playing at the Rafael Film Center and Summerfield Cinemas.

Mortal Coil

Ann Brebner, who celebrates her 90th birthday this August, waited a very long time to write the bittersweet, supernaturally tinged drama The Dead Girl. Having directed hundreds of productions all over the world, it wasn’t until recently that the co-founder of the Marin Shakespeare Company began tackling the craft of playwriting. In 2008, she adapted Anne Lamott’s novel Hard Laughter.

And now, at last, Brebner has written her first original play. Presented by San Rafael’s Alternative Theater Ensemble (a magnificently quirky company presenting top-notch original and classic plays in make-shift pop-up spaces—usually stores and galleries—along San Rafael’s Fourth Street), The Dead Girl, directed by Brebner, is staged amid the tables and clothing racks of Avant Garde, a consignment shop. With a cast of four actors, the tale plays out around a tiny living room set, with the audience about as up close and personal as one will find in a live theater experience.

Gloria (an effervescent Amy Marie Haven), six months after her death at the age of 30, finds herself back at home, a kind of watchful spirit as her mother, Esther (Emilie Talbot, achingly fragile), and stepfather, George (a superb Charles Dean), struggle with a mix of grief, loss and guilt while making plans for a long-delayed trip around the world. Her fiancé, Malcolm (David E. Moore), is also struggling with how, and when, to move on.

These are people with no dark, third-act secrets to reveal, which is part of the power of this play. It all feels so painfully, accessibly real—two parents dealing with loss the way most of us would, with a simultaneous mix of courage and collapse, observing the same everyday routines while recognizing that nothing will ever be the same.

Packed with local references, Brebner’s dialogue is wonderfully lived-in and natural, infused with intelligence and poetry while still managing to feel everyday and universal. When a grieving Esther says of herself and George, “This is my family tapestry. There are only two colors now. There used to be three,” the line resonates with gentle sadness.

The script does feel a bit overextended, with a tad more explanation and resolution than is perhaps necessary, and Brebner’s use of music to underscore the emotion of some scenes was at times more distracting than intended.

Still, for its sweet, intimate honesty and remarkable sense of battered beauty, Ann Brebner’s The Dead Girl was well worth waiting for.

Rating (out of 5): ★★★★

Ride for Rhythm

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Three years ago, Fred Poulous discovered that his daughter’s school music program was in danger due to budget cuts.

Determined to help raise funds, the owner of Mombo’s Pizza founded the Mombo’s to Mombo’s bike ride, which for the last two years has raised over $8,000 for music programs at Brook Haven school. For the third year, Poulous is also donating to Pine Crest, and has a goal of raising $12,000. “At Brook Haven, these kids love their music program so much that they are there at 7:30,” Poulous says, “an hour before school starts.”

Along an easy, 20-mile flat route, the ride travels round trip from the restaurants in Sebastopol and Santa Rosa, where there will be plenty of pizza. If the 20-mile distance is too challenging, there’s a half-ride option, and new this year for those with toddlers is a four-mile “Mini Mombo” ride to BBQ Smokehouse Bistro in Sebastopol, with free pork sliders. For longtime locals, the event has sparked memories of the Brass Ass pizzeria’s famous “Ass to Ass Run” in the 1980s. “It’s wonderful that we can carry on the tradition,” Poulous says.

The Mombo’s to Mombo’s ride is on Saturday, May 4, starting at 560 Gravenstein Hwy. N., Sebastopol. Registration is from 10:30am–1pm. $25 donation encouraged. 707.823.7492.—Taylor May

Voices of Dreamers

“But they choose to come here.”

It’s a common argument one hears in the ongoing debate about immigration—that because immigrants choose to come to the United States, they deserve to deal with the results of that choice.

But what if they didn’t have a choice?

The Immigration Policy Center estimates that there are 1.4 million immigrants currently under the age of 30 who were brought to the United States before the age of 16; have lived continuously in the country for at least five years; have not been convicted of a felony, a “significant” misdemeanor or three other misdemeanors; and are currently in school, graduated from high school, have earned a GED or have served in the military.

These are the “DREAMers”—young immigrants named for the DREAM Act who were brought here as minors and who dream of one day becoming U.S. citizens. Often, DREAMers go unnoticed. Many do their best to keep their undocumented status secret for fear of being deported. Many have lived and worked in their community so long that their citizenship isn’t questioned. And although some were brought to the United States as young as one month old, they have no way of applying for citizenship here.

After the DREAM Act failed to pass the Senate, Secretary of Homeland Security Janet Napolitano announced President Obama’s Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program in June, 2012. The program prevents DREAMers from being deported and allows them a work permit and, in some cases, a driver’s license. The catch? An application for Deferred Action costs $465, requires a massive amount of paperwork, takes roughly eight months or longer to be processed, and, if approved, expires after two years. While the program does help DREAMers buy time while Congress continues to debate Comprehensive Immigration Reform, it does not alter one’s immigration status, nor does it provide a path to citizenship.

There are untold numbers of immigrant youth in Sonoma County who keep silent about their families. But because of Deferred Action, and due to “Coming Out” advocacy efforts nationwide, more and more DREAMers are breaking that silence. Here are some of their stories.

Xisamena, a 19-year-old Santa Rosa Junior College student, has always known she was undocumented, but she felt it the hardest after turning 16. While others were taking driver’s ed and applying for jobs, she says she realized, “Oh—I can’t get that.”

Xisamena arrived in the United States at the age of three, and she quickly adapted to American culture. Although Xisamena wasn’t born in the United States, she says, “I feel like I’m legal, even though I know I’m not.” She’s proud of her roots and what her struggles have taught her, but, she says, “I don’t remember anything about Mexico. I should say I’m Mexican, but what is my true culture?”

It’s not easy for Xisamena to tell others about her story. One of the first times she did was during a school assignment that required her to write her own constitution. In it, she gave herself freedom from her legal status by assigning herself and her family Social Security numbers. When she turned her project in, she had a moment of remorse. “I didn’t know what to do, I was in shock that I basically just told [my teacher], ‘Yeah, I’m illegal.'” Though no harm came from it, Xisamena didn’t feel safe sharing again—until now. “It’s taken me a long time to accept it,” she says.

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Both Xisamena and her brother applied for Deferred Action in August. They have yet to hear back. She attended three different application workshops, but decided to seek help from a private law office after she found some errors while looking over her initial applications. Private help wasn’t cheap, but Xisamena and her family didn’t want to take the chance of filling out the application incorrectly. “One mistake and it’s rejected. The lawyer wanted $500 for helping me fill it out,” Xisamena says, “but his secretary told me she would help me for $200.”

Xisamena hopes that once she gets her paperwork, she can finally have a sense of security; right now, she has a one-hour commute to attend college, and she worries about being pulled over every time she gets into her car. But another thing she looks forward to is traveling. Although Deferred Action won’t grant Xisamena her lifelong dream of going abroad, she wants to spend her two years of Deferred status exploring the United States—the only country she’s ever remembered calling home.

When Jorge was six, his mother discovered that his father had a separate family in a different town. His father left shortly after. “In Mexico, there is no child support,” Jorge explains. “We all had to live in one small room because my mom became a single mom.”

After years of suffering and instability, Jorge’s mother left him and his sister with an aunt in Mexico so she could come to America to provide a better life for her children. While crossing the border, she was stripped of her clothes and robbed by the man she paid to help her cross. Eventually, after about a year of working as a janitor, Jorge’s mother had finally saved enough money to come back for him and his sister. In her absence, Jorge became angry without any parents to provide guidance, and he remembers missing her so much that when she came back, “it felt like Christmas when you wake up and find your toys.”

When Jorge was 14, his family journeyed across the desert on a blazing hot day for what he considers the most physically demanding walk of his life. Although the walk was long and hard—and resulted in horrible sunburn—the night was worse. “Regardless of how hot it is,” he says, “you have to bring a jacket, because at night, you’re freezing.”

Jorge’s mother paid $3,000 per person in order to be led though the desert, and now, Jorge says, “I hear it’s even more.” As he was walking across the hot desert with the sun burning down on him, he remembers being warned by his mother not to trust anyone after her first crossing experience, and thinking, “I’m 14 years old. They can overtake me and my family.”

It was two years before Jorge realized that what he did that day wasn’t legal. At the time, he was very involved in his school’s book club, and together with his classmates, helped fundraise for a class trip to Italy. Once it came time to prepare for the trip, Jorge was asked to bring in his passport, but when he asked his mom, he didn’t get the answer he was hoping for. “My mom was just like, ‘Mijo, you can’t. You don’t have papers,'” he says. “That’s when I knew this was going to suck.”

Since, Jorge has realized there’s a lot more he can’t do. After he graduated, he went to his school counselor for help applying to college. He dreamed of going to a UC but would have needed financial aid, and as an undocumented student, Jorge was ineligible, even though he had good grades. The counselor told him it would be a waste of time to apply. “I was completely devastated,” he says, “but she was right.”

Through all of this, the scariest moment in Jorge’s life was when he was pulled over by a sheriff in Rohnert Park and taken into custody for driving without a license. He was then told that immigration enforcement would arrive at the jail at 6pm. From there, Jorge became emotionally destroyed. He used his one phone call to contact a bail bond agency, but the woman on the other end told him, “I’m sorry, we’ve been having a lot of these calls and we can’t do anything, even with a signer.”

While in jail, Jorge kept thinking, “I’m not a criminal, and I work hard at shitty jobs, never take anything from anyone, that’s how I was raised.” Luckily for Jorge, someone took notice. He had made plans with a friend, and when Jorge didn’t show, his friend knew it was unlike him. He got worried and called the hospitals and, finally, the jail.

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By the time a police officer came to tell him that his friend had posted bail, Jorge was numb. “My name gets called at five, and I’m watching the clock,” he remembers, with relief. “My eyes were dry—I didn’t have tears anymore.”

Jose—or “Pillo,” as he prefers to be called—arrived in the United States with his mother and sister at the age of 12. His family entered with a visa, but after two years, when the visa expired, Pillo stayed. From then on, he began life as an undocumented student.

Now in his 20s, Pillo has had to adjust to life after Deferred Action. He’s still not used to the perks. Sometimes he forgets that he can wave at police officers instead of avoiding eye contact. After receiving his driver’s license, he was pulled over around the corner from his house. When the officer asked for his license and registration, out of habit, Pillo replied that he didn’t have one. “When he repeated, ‘You don’t have one?’ I remembered, ‘Wait a minute, I do.'”

Although Pillo is thankful for what Deferred Action has given him, he adds, “Its only temporary, it doesn’t fix anything. Who knows? Two years from now, I could be back in limbo.”

As of now, Pillo’s main concern is to push for broader change. “They won’t hear one, but they’ll hear millions,” he says. Pillo is a member of the DREAM Alliance of Sonoma County, an organization dedicated to helping pass immigration reform. “We’re not going to stop until it happens,” he says.

Although Pillo has shared his story in Washington, D.C., it wasn’t easy for Pillo to “come out” as an undocumented student. The first time he did, he was in a political science class at Santa Rosa Junior college. Pillo had been the quiet kid in the back of the classroom who didn’t say much until one day, his class watched a film on immigration. The teacher asked for opinions from the class, and a girl in the front row went “off about how the illegals were taking all the scholarships,” he says.

After sitting though her speech, Pillo had enough. He got up in front of the class and said, “Undocumented students don’t get any financial aid, everything is out-of-pocket. I’m not telling you from someone’s friend or someone’s cousin—I’m telling you from personal experience.” The girl was so ashamed she grabbed her stuff and walked out, and according to Pillo, the mentality of the class changed from that moment on.

Pillo doesn’t always get positive reactions. A girl he had been friends with through high school once said she was disappointed in him for being “one of those people that she always hated.” And Pillo knows there are many young Latinos struggling with the same problems he did.

“That’s why I speak,” he says. “Yes, it’s rough, but I want people to know there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.”

At his job and in his volunteer work, Rafael talks to hundreds of DREAMers every month, and sees firsthand the way their fear and their families’ fear is exploited. “There are individuals that are taking advantage of other individuals, and it’s all about making money,” he says.

Rafael is head of the Extended Opportunity Programs and Services department at Santa Rosa Junior College. He devotes most of his time to helping DREAMers find scholarships and financial aid, and, since the announcement of Deferred Action, has spent many unpaid hours helping hundreds of others apply. One of the youngest he helped was two months old when she came to the United States. “She has saluted the flag since she could,” says Rafael, “and yet now her fate in this country is one day here, maybe the next she’s gone.”

Rafael has seen plenty of desperate families willing to pay hundreds and even thousands of dollars to have their applications for Deferred Action filled out by attorneys or other “experts” because they’re afraid of having their paperwork rejected. Hearing of these scams has motivated him and his team to hold three-hour application workshops; in an economy where many families are struggling, taking advantage of hopeful applicants is unjust, he says. Most have had to work more than one job in order to pay for school.

Although Rafael does his best to warn DREAMers of scammers, he also tries to let them know that there is help out there. He says that for every con artist, there will also be churches and government officials “who just come together to provide a service that needs to happen. And I think that that’s what makes this country great from that point of view—that when there is a need, people come together and they help each other.”

While the program has brought some people together, it has also caused sibling rivalry, Rafael says. “We are already seeing a little bit of conflict between younger siblings who say, ‘Why does she qualify, but I don’t?'” Not that this is new to him; Rafael has also seen many families where only some family members are American citizens. “It’s common where you bring children who are seven or eight years of age,” he explains, “and as soon as you get here you settle down and you end up having another child or two children.”

What Rafael finds the most interesting is the fact that the immigrant child tends to be more successful than the one who is a citizen. “When you realize that you’re undocumented,” he says, “you see the need to work harder.” Not all families are divided by citizenship status, however. In some households, Rafael has seen older siblings who aren’t eligible for Deferred Action willing to work extra to pay for a younger sibling who qualifies.

Although Deferred Action doesn’t offer as much as Rafael would like, he notes how it’s brought people together. “Being undocumented is a solitude situation,” he says. “You don’t tell your friends, you don’t tell your enemies, you don’t tell anybody, really. It’s a very private, stressful, emotional situation.” As a result of his workshops, up to 80 people have been able to look around the room to see others in the same situation. “It is amazing to see that level of unity; where you get to see your neighbor, and this is the first time that you notice your neighbor is also undocumented.”

Rafael hopes that what he’s noticed as a change in attitude about immigration will continue. The younger generation, in particular, is more accepting of DREAMers. “They know that a lot of their friends are undocumented,” he says, “and if [ICE] was to come over and try to take their friend away, they would do whatever was necessary to prevent that from happening.”

He credits this new attitude to the young DREAMers who have spoken up and fought for this change.

“It was the youth who wrote in Time magazine,” he says, “it was the youth who have all those videos on YouTube where the students are telling their stories. They started this movement.”

Lynn Woolsey and the UFOs

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Bay Area News Group reported yesterday that former North Bay congresswoman Lynn Woolsey is part of a public hearing on the government and extraterrestrial life.

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According to the story, the hearing was organized by Paradigm Research Group, which it calls “a UFO conspiracy-theory group in Bethesda, Md., founded by activist Stephen Bassett, which invited the former lawmakers to use their House-honed skills in interviewing witnesses.”

It also features a 2011 quote from the White House in response to Bassett’s information requests: “the U.S. government has no evidence that any life exists outside our planet, or that an extraterrestrial presence has contacted or engaged any member of the human race. In addition, there is no credible information to suggest that any evidence is being hidden from the public’s eye.”

But hey, Lynn Woolsey and a handful of senators and representatives will be presented with all the facts (?) this week.

You can read the BANG story here.

Mother Jones covers Herczog family

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Several weeks after our story on the Herczog tragedy, in which an allegedly schizophrenic son killed his father, Mother Jones has written a much longer, more comprehensive piece on the incident, as well as some of the systemic issues that cause us to criminalize instead of treating our mentally ill.

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You can read the piece here.

The trial for Houston Herczog began Monday. You can read the Press Democrat’s account here.

Maliciously Unflushed

Sir Richard Branson probably isnt smiling about this predicament.

  • Sir Richard Branson probably isn’t smiling about this predicament.

Flying in a commercial plane sucks so much nowadays, even the BEST airlines inspire acts of defiance and rudeness from passengers.

Virgin America, recently “maliciously leaving a toilet unflushed” on his April 28 flight.

Even on a plane, the old adage rings true: if it’s yellow, let it mellow. If it’s brown, flush it down.

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Hunky Masa

Women want him. Men want to be him. But all he wants is a good tamale. This summer, Ben Flajnik is the Hungry Bachelor. As the star of one of the highest-rated seasons of ABC's The Bachelor, the Sonoma winemaker returns to the public eye in a nontelevised, non-taped episode of the hottest non-existent reality show ever not made. On...

Rights Left Behind

Our slow, sure chipping away of the Fourth Amendment

Painted Up

In 'Renoir,' the most important sense is sight

Mortal Coil

Afterlife and healing in 'The Dead Girl'

Ride for Rhythm

Mombo's ride raises money for music in schools

Voices of Dreamers

With Obama's Deferred Action program, more and more immigrant youth are telling their stories

Lynn Woolsey and the UFOs

The former congresswoman is part of a public hearing on extraterrestrial life

Mother Jones covers Herczog family

Several weeks after our story on the Herczog tragedy, in which an allegedly schizophrenic son killed his father, Mother Jones has written a much longer, more comprehensive piece on the incident, as well as some of the systemic issues that cause us to criminalize instead of treating our mentally ill. You can read the piece here. The trial for...

Maliciously Unflushed

Sir Richard Branson probably isn't smiling about this predicament.Flying in a commercial plane sucks so much nowadays, even the BEST airlines inspire acts of defiance and rudeness from passengers. Virgin America, recently <a href="http://www.thetransmittergroup.com/news/business/Virgin-voted-best-American-airlines.html">rated highest in terms of customer satisfaction in an Airline Quality Rating (AQR) study conducted by researchers at Purdue University and Wichita State University, is finding itself...
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