Horoscope

ARIES (March 21-April 19): If there are any potential Aries heroes or leaders or saviors out there, the coming weeks will be a favorable time for you to fully bloom and assert your practical magnificence. The lessons you have learned while improvising workable solutions for yourself are ripe to be applied to the riddles that are puzzling your tribe or group or gang. I want to let you know, however, that to achieve maximum effectiveness, you should be willing to do good deeds for people who may not be able to pay you back.

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): You’re entering a phase of your astrological cycle when it’s crucial that your receptivity be as robust as possible. To guide you in this delightful but perhaps challenging work, here are good questions for you to pose. 1. Do you know what help and support you need most, and are you brave and forthright enough to ask for it? 2. Is there any part of you, perhaps unconscious, that believes you don’t deserve gifts and blessings? 3. Do you diligently cultivate your capacity to be refreshed and restored? 4. Are you eagerly responsive when life surprises you with learning experiences and inspirations?

GEMINI (May 21-June 20): “Many people will not be honest because they fear loss of intimacy and togetherness,” writes self-help author Henry Cloud. But the truth, he adds, is that “honesty brings people closer together,” because it “strengthens their identities.” Therein lies the tender paradox: “The more you realize your separate identities, the closer you can become.” Living according to this principle may not be as easy or convenient as being deceptive and covert, but it’s ultimately more gratifying. Henry Cloud concludes, “Telling loved ones what is really on your mind and telling others what you really think is the foundation of love.”

CANCER (June 21-July 22): “Maturity is having the ability to escape categorization,” said poet Kenneth Rexroth. That’s the opposite of the conventional wisdom. For many people, the process of growing up and becoming a seasoned adult means trying to fit in, to find one’s category, to be serious and steady and stable. Rexroth, on the other hand, suggested that when you fully ripen into your potentials, you transcend standard definitions; you don’t adhere to others’ expectations; you are uniquely yourself, outside and beyond all pigeonholes and classifications. The coming weeks will be an excellent time for you to practice and cultivate this sacred art.

LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): Is there an event from your past that would be empowering for you to remember in detail? Is there a neglected but still viable dream you could resurrect, thereby energizing your enthusiasm for the future? Are there old allies you’ve lost touch with but who, if you called on them, could provide you with just the boost you need? Is there a familiar pleasure you’ve grown numb to but could reinvigorate by visualizing the original reasons you loved it? The coming weeks will be a favorable time to meditate on these questions.

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Catholic saint St. Francis (1181–1226) loved animals and the natural world. According to one folkloric tale, he was once traveling on foot with several companions when they came upon a place where the trees were filled with birds. Francis said, “Wait for me while I go preach to my sisters the birds.” He proceeded to do just that. The birds were an attentive audience for the duration of his sermon, apparently captivated by his tender tones. Seven centuries later, author Rebecca West offered a critique of the bird-whisperer. “Did St. Francis preach to the birds?” she asked. “Whatever for? If he really liked birds he would have done better to preach to the cats.” In the coming weeks, Virgo, I encourage you to do the metaphorical equivalent of preaching to both the birds and the cats.

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Every now and then I authorize you Libras to shed your polite, tactful personas and express the angst you sometimes feel but usually hide. That’s now! To egg you on, read this mischievous rant by Libran blogger Clary Gay (claryfightwood.tumblr.com): “We Libras are constantly thinking about how to make everyone else comfortable and happy. There’s not a minute going by when we’re not worrying about radiating a soothing and comforting aura so everyone can have a good time. If a Libra is cranky, it’s because they snapped! Because of some non-Libra who doesn’t appreciate them! If a Libra is mean to people, it’s their own damn fault!”

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): Poet Robert Bly tells us that the door to the soul is unlocked. You don’t have to struggle through any special machinations to open it or go through it. Furthermore, the realm of the soul is always ready for you. Always! It harbors the precise treasure you need in order to be replenished and empowered. I bring this to your attention, Scorpio, because I think that during the next two weeks, you should abide as much as possible in the soul’s realm—the cornucopia of holy truths and ever-fresh riches.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): In my estimation, what you’ve experienced lately has been akin to a fermentation process. It’s as if you’re undergoing a transformation with resemblances to the way that grapes turn into wine or milk becomes yogurt or dough rises before being baked into bread. You may have had to endure some discomfort, which is the case for anything in the midst of substantial change. But I think you’ll ultimately be quite pleased with the results, which I expect will be ready no later than 10 days after your birthday—and quite possibly sooner.

CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): Many books have been written about Joan of Arc, a 15th-century teenage peasant girl whose improbable ascent to military leadership, under the guidance of her divine visions, was crucial in France’s victory over the English. Among the many miraculous elements of her story was the fact that less than a year before she led troops into battle on horseback, she didn’t know how to ride a horse. She learned by riding around her father’s farm astride his cows. I foresee an equivalent marvel in your future, Capricorn. By this time next year, you will have developed an aptitude that might seem unimaginable now. (P.S. There’s evidence Joan was a Capricorn.)

AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): The Divine Comedy is one of history’s greatest literary works. Its author, Dante Alighieri, was 43 when he began writing the Inferno, the first part of his three-part masterpiece. Up until that time, he had published just one book and a few poems, and had also abandoned work on two unfinished books. Early on in the Inferno, the not-yet-renowned author presents a fictional scene in which he meets with the spirits of antiquity’s most famous authors: Virgil, Homer, Horace, Ovid and Lucan. Those illustrious five tell Dante he is such an important writer that he ranks sixth, after them, in his excellence. I’m going to encourage you to dare indulging in behavior like Dante’s: to visualize and extol—and yes, even brag about—the virtues and skills that will ultimately be your signature contribution to this world.

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): The Latin word for sea is mare. Flustra is the calm sea. Undisonus means “resounding with waves.” Caeruleus is the sea’s deep shade of blue, aestus is the tide, and aequoreus means “connected with the sea.” My hope is that as you meditate on these lyrical terms, you’ll be moved to remember the first lakes, rivers and oceans you ever swam in. You’ll recall your time floating in your mother’s womb and your most joyous immersions in warm baths and hot springs. Why? It’s a favorable time to seek the healing and rejuvenating powers of primal waters—both metaphorically and literally.

Brand Expands

You may have noticed the handsomely packaged white cans of Long Root Pale Ale and sleek planks of wild sockeye salmon in your local, upscale grocery or sporting goods store. That’s right—Patagonia, the outdoor company known for all things camping and hiking—has put a tent stake into the billion-dollar food and beverage sector. You can now find over 25 food items among the company’s down jackets and backpacks, including energy bars, organic dried bean soup and buffalo jerky.

“We saw an urgent need for positive change in the food industry,” said Birgit Cameron, managing director of Sausalito-based Patagonia Provisions. Along with Yvon Chouinard (the founder of Patagonia) and Rose Marcario, Cameron launched their first item in 2013—wild sockeye salmon that is sourced from a community-based fishery and caught in reef nets in the Situk River in Alaska.

“We are in the business of saving our planet,” Cameron explains. “Our idea is that with every product we make, we are solving a problem—not just creating a trend.”

Cameron, who lives in Mill Valley, brings a design background to her role and loans her creative talents to the packaging, look and feel of the product line. In addition, the growing team (they currently have 20 employees) are beginning to focus on partners closer to home including organic farmers, food banks and folks employing regenerative and biodynamic farming techniques.

They made their Long Root Ale with kernza, a perennial grain that originated from a forage grass grown using regenerative agriculture practices. Likewise, their buffalo jerky comes from the South Dakota–based Wild Idea Buffalo Co. that raises free-roaming, grass-fed buffalo that ultimately help the native grasses—and all the species that depend on them—to recover. A partnership with the Breadfruit Institute of Kauai that aims to tackle food security issues is even in the works.

Along with sourcing ethically and sustainably produced products, Patagonia Provisions has much bigger ambitions in mind. It’s no accident the venerable outdoor company chose to headquarter their food-focused venture in Marin, given the region’s longtime cutting-edge and forward-thinking agricultural practices. Patagonia Provisions aims to identify and partner with producers that utilize best practices and employ the same ethos and awareness of environmental issues that Patagonia has championed for almost 50 years.

It appears the well-established brand is making inroads into an industry that many would agree is in dire need of reform. I can’t think of a better company to do the job.

For more information, visit patagoniaprovisions.com.

Tick…Tock…Tick

The Watchmen on HBO is perhaps the Age of Streaming’s most drastic departure from its source. Showrunner Damon Lindelof (Lost) defies the boy-lit stereotypes by making the most important figures in the show mature women: Regina King and Jean Smart.

It helps to know the original, anyway. The 1986 graphic novel and the 2009 film concerned a group of forcibly retired masked heroes. They learned that someone threw one of their number was thrown out a high window. Key to the investigation was a Krishna-blue atomic superman called Dr. Manhattan (as in “the Manhattan Project”). His presence assured American supremacy in the world, easing Nixon into his fourth term. But he slowly became a deity, uninterested in human affairs. And when he vanished, nuclear war with the USSR loomed.

The self-appointed investigator was an outlaw, the evil-smelling vigilante Rorschach. Among his suspects was the supergenius Adrian Veidt, called Ozymandias, scheming a drastic act before the missiles fired: a severing of the Gordian knot tying the hands of the superpowers.

This was no mere superhero parody by the authors Alan Moore (who has taken his name off the series) and Dave Gibbons. It was speculative fiction about how our national art of masked-vigilante lore parallels the dark extra-legal activities the USA carried out during the Cold War and beyond … to say nothing of the development of the atomic bomb’s development, which some might claim broke the laws of God and man.

There are fleeting references to the source all through the new show. Seen in the graphic novel was some Bansky-ish art, the nuclear-burnt silhouette of vaporized lovers. WeIt is glimpseglimpsed it here in a Tulsa alley. And throughout is the symbol of a watch—in Watchmen, it clicked ever closer to midnight in honor of the Journal of Atomic Scientists’ clock. (It’s currently set at two minutes to midnight—sleep tight!)

Thirty years after the original Watchmen’s events, we’re in Tulsa. King—a formidable, yet sensitive actor—is Angela, a former cop who survived the “White Night” massacre in which a white supremacist group called “the Seventh Cavalry” mudered dozens of police were murdered in their homes on Christmas Eve by a white supremacist group called “the Seventh Cavalry.”. President Robert Redford, now in his sixth term, grabbed all the guns, leaving “bitter clingers” to seethe in their trailer parks.

Along with Trent Reznor/Atticus Ross’s spine-chilling soundtrack, the background chatter includes a mega-event TV series show-within-a-show, broadcast after loads of promotion and emblazoned with federal warnings to viewers triggered by everything this side of peanut allergies. It’ll trace the story all the way back to its roots in the Depression, when costumed vigilantes first began to ensure that justice was overserved.

Strange interludes include a nudist eccentric writer (Jeremy Irons, his voice toned by the years to a rich baritone) celebrating (daily) a mysterious anniversary, and performing savage experiments on human drones. An occasional comic book fight scene holds the show together. King is a handsome sight as the leather nun “Sister Night,” with airbrushed-on black mask like Pru in Blade Runner.

By the way, it sometimes rains alien calamari. This may account for the fishy smell of the characters’ stories; clearly everyone has a secret identity in this tantalizing opus. Amidst the high kicks and swirling capes, Watchmen is a puzzle with a paranoid contemporary side. Today political extremists make dark threats of Civil War 2; on the show, as in real life, the masks are coming off.

‘Watchmen’ airs on HBO.

Flashback

50 Years Ago

Went to see “Easy Rider” in Sausalito Saturday night. It’s a good, not great, movie. But it packs in younger people because of its blunt message: America is supposed to be the land of individual freedom. But if you exercise this freedom and try to be an individual, with perhaps long hair and “your own thing in your own time,” Cracker America will plaster you with insults or blow your brains out with a shotgun, or something in between. Depressing, eh? Far more depressing was falling by the San Geronimo Valley on Sunday and finding, astoundingly, that some of the more uptight locals are trying to enact “Easy Rider” in real life. Kids with long hair and their own standards of individuality? Horrors! We’d better set up a secret group and clear ‘em out. One of the mind-bogglers is the assertion of the secret group, the CCC, that a main reason for its existence is violence in the Valley, such as the fire at Green’s restaurant and gunshots through the window of Kenny Burt’s real estate office. Good Lord! Everybody in the Valley knows that it was the thug locals, not spaced-out hippies, who performed these acts.

⁠—Steve McNamara, 11/12/69

40 Years Ago

Marin’s voters have spoken loudly, if not very clearly, on the Hamilton issue. At Tuesday’s election they targeted aviation for the trash can and sent solar village back to the drawing board. Voters throughout the Bay Area hunkered down and voted No on nearly everything, from dam building restrictions in Sonoma to highrise limits in San Francisco. Marin was no exception with all four Hamilton measures failing to pass. The result is a clearcut mandate against commercial aviation but confusion on alternate issues.

⁠—Election ‘79, 11/9/79

30 Years Ago

The stark black-and-white image of a disconsolate-looking [John] Lennon is just one of the celebrity portraits on display at the Hansen Gallery. The exhibit is a testimony to the often breathtaking work by [Tom Zimberoff], who distinguished himself in the Seventies as a top-ranked photojournalist for Time, Life, Look and Rolling Stone. But in recent years the 38-year-old Sausalito resident has trained his camera almost exclusively on the rich and famous. A list of his celebrity portraits reads like a who’s who of popular culture and includes Ronald Reagan, Michael Jackson, Jimmy Stewart, Paul Newman and Elvis Costello.

⁠—Greg Cahill, 11/10/89

20 Years Ago

The Terra Linda High School student paper, Voice of Troy, generated startling results from a survey of student drug use. A total of 633 students responded. Claimed use among respondents ranged from 87 percent of seniors who had been drunk, 94 percent who had tried marijuana, 16 percent who had tried cocaine and 6 percent who had tried heroin. Among freshman the figures were 51 percent drunk, 32 percent pot, 3 percent cocaine and none who had tried heroin.

⁠—Steve McNamara, 11/10/99

Hero & Zero

Zero

There’s no hero today, because we need to fully examine our zero. I want to nix this ridiculous movement towards all-gender restrooms. Whoever came up with this idea wasn’t thinking clearly. Good thing I am. To demonstrate the issues and proper solution, I present to you my experience at the Strawberry Village Starbucks.

The bathroom was disgusting, with dirty floors and pee on the toilet seats. Adding insult to injury, my chosen stall was sans toilet paper. (Thank goodness for paper toilet-seat covers.)

Let me set the scene: The outer area has sinks and a mirror. The interior contains four small rooms, each with a toilet, but no urinal. As an aside, you can see the sink zone while seated in the café. (I checked with an architect on that one and he said it’s a big design no-no.)

The crux of the matter is that I don’t want to use the same bathroom as men. I don’t mean to offend anyone here, but men are pigs. Wait, I just disparaged pigs. Let me try this again. Men are slobs in the bathroom. Believe me, women didn’t spray pee on the toilet seats. Women always inform a store employee when there’s no toilet paper. And, frankly, I don’t want men hanging around the sink area when I’m primping.

To fairly assess the situation, I went to Starbucks on Friday and Sunday. Unclean, with pee on the seat both times. The second time there was toilet paper.

But, back to this gender-neutral stuff. I understand that non-binary folks or people transitioning need to feel comfortable in the restroom, which leads me to my idea: separate restrooms for standers and sitters. There’s no gender requirement; you simply choose based upon your bathroom behavior.

If you sit when you pee, come into my restroom. If you stand, go into the other one. The standers can make all the mess they want and the sitters won’t have a wet seat. Brilliant, if I do say so myself.

email: ni***************@***oo.com

Hero & Zero

Zero

There’s no hero today, because we need to fully examine our zero. I want to nix this ridiculous movement towards all-gender restrooms. Whoever came up with this idea wasn’t thinking clearly. Good thing I am. To demonstrate the issues and proper solution, I present to you my experience at the Strawberry Village Starbucks.

The bathroom was disgusting, with dirty floors and pee on the toilet seats. Adding insult to injury, my chosen stall was sans toilet paper. (Thank goodness for paper toilet-seat covers.)

Let me set the scene: The outer area has sinks and a mirror. The interior contains four small rooms, each with a toilet, but no urinal. As an aside, you can see the sink zone while seated in the café. (I checked with an architect on that one and he said it’s a big design no-no.)

The crux of the matter is that I don’t want to use the same bathroom as men. I don’t mean to offend anyone here, but men are pigs. Wait, I just disparaged pigs. Let me try this again. Men are slobs in the bathroom. Believe me, women didn’t spray pee on the toilet seats. Women always inform a store employee when there’s no toilet paper. And, frankly, I don’t want men hanging around the sink area when I’m primping.

To fairly assess the situation, I went to Starbucks on Friday and Sunday. Unclean, with pee on the seat both times. The second time there was toilet paper.

But, back to this gender-neutral stuff. I understand that non-binary folks or people transitioning need to feel comfortable in the restroom, which leads me to my idea: separate restrooms for standers and sitters. There’s no gender requirement; you simply choose based upon your bathroom behavior.

If you sit when you pee, come into my restroom. If you stand, go into the other one. The standers can make all the mess they want and the sitters won’t have a wet seat. Brilliant, if I do say so myself.

email: ni***************@***oo.com

River Talk

I’m glad that Pacific Sun is covering this (“Crappy Creek,” Nov. 6). It has indeed been an issue for the Petaluma River for decades. It was bad when I got to town (1987) and started looking at the inadequacies and failures of our old wastewater treatment plant (WWTP). Surcharged sewer pipes overflowed to the river, all of which got worse with our major I&I (infiltration and inflows) problems from leaky collection and transmission pipes.

A Brown and Caldwell engineering report from ~1985 projected a $10 million fix to reduce I&I by over half, but that was not done at the time, since the council and city manager didn’t want to raise sewer fees to cover the costs. They also illegally diverted several million dollars of sewer connection fees from new housing to subsidize rates, instead of putting the money into WWTP capital funds.

RWQCB finally required a new WWTP—and thus was born the secret contracts to fully privatize a new WWTP with Waste Management / Wheelabrator with no bids or public hearings. That option was dumped after we challenged it at the CPUC, and the CPUC unanimously ruled against the city’s efforts to complete that secret and corrupt deal. Ten years later we had a new, advanced WWTP, operated and owned by the city, along with the wetlands polishing ponds and wildlife area adjacent to Shollenberger Park. Discharges of untreated or poorly treated wastewater were almost completely eliminated. Penngrove’s WWTP is still a problem.

A significant issue leading to the remaining concentrated contaminants is that during the dry part of the year, the Petaluma River is actually a slough—so that water never really is flushed out by runoff until it rains. Water is pushed back and forth by tidal action, but the flows necessary to actually send assorted contaminants downstream to the Bay don’t happen. While there is no excuse for contaminants reaching the river from polluted runoff and discharges in the first place, it does exacerbate the problems significantly in the dry season.

David Keller

Petaluma River Council

Via Pacificsun.com

Inoculate Your Homes

To prevent communities from being destroyed by wildfires, houses need to be fireproofed.

Normally we depend on the fire department to put out fires. Unfortunately, when wildfires are threatening our communities, the situation is too extreme for the fire departments to fight the inferno. That being the case, each house should be individually fireproofed.

Just as we inoculate people keep them from catching the flu and other serious illnesses, actions must be taken beforehand to prevent buildings from catching fire.

Three things are needed for the fireproofing:

1. Water 2. An installed sprinkler system to cover the house 3. A source of electricity to power the sprinkler system.

The supply of water should not depend on the public water system—since there would not be enough water for everybody, the system needs a cistern with enough capacity to spray over the whole structure.

Because the public electricity grid often goes down in major fires, a small electric generator is needed to power the sprinkler; the sprinkler system should be set up so that it can function by itself after being started (perhaps even starting itself if no one is around in a fire situation). An alternative to a generator would be a high-capacity electric battery.

This system would not be cheap, but would cost nothing compared to the cost of replacing the home, to say nothing of the lives lost. Lower insurance rates will help to pay for the ‘inoculation.’

Another benefit for society: If most buildings installed the fireproofing system, we’d have an innovative industry employing tens of thousands of highly paid skilled workers.

Lee Spiegel

Corte Madera

Call It

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Writers have dressed up the “boy meets girl, boy loses girl” trope for centuries now; from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet to every Hallmark Channel movie. Playwright Jeffrey Sweet took his shot at it 20 years ago with Bluff, running now at The Belrose in San Rafael through Nov. 16.

Sweet, long connected with Chicago theater, is also an Emmy-nominated soap-opera writer and the author of Something Wonderful Right Away, a history of Chicago’s legendary improvisational theatre troupe The Second City. The influence of both is evident in this play.

It begins with an actor (Will Livingston) and an actress (Anya Cherniss) hooking up. The fact that they hook up isn’t odd, but the fact that they announce every action they perform—à la the vocalization of stage directions—is odd and made odder by their direct communication with the audience. This “improv game” approach to the narrative, while original, rapidly wears thin.

Before the actor (whose name we learn is Neal) and the actress (whose name we never learn) get much further than the removal of their shirts, an altercation outside Neal’s apartment draws his attention. He breaks up a gay bashing but is then mistaken for a gay basher by a passing woman whose name we learn is Emily (Isabelle Grimm). It’s a pretty damn dark “meet cute,” and soon the original hookup is out of the scene (literally, much to the actress’s consternation) and Emily is in. In less than a New York minute, they are cohabitating.

That cohabitation gets complicated fast, as Emily has long-distance issues with her alcoholic mother (Tamara Chandler) and her mother’s husband Gene (Cameron Stuckey). Emily has had a strained relationship with Gene, a traveling dental supply salesman, for years. The relationship, full of threats and bluffs (hence the title), may have finally reached a breaking point.

Co-directors Joey Hoeber and Dianne Harrison put up a bare-bones production that relies entirely on its cast to find, and run with, the few nuggets in Sweet’s ultra-meta script. Stuckey comes off best, first with a very funny riff on Hollywood’s treatment of dentists and then with a darker look at the realities of living with an alcoholic.

Other than its wrapping, there’s not much new in this package and you can see where it’s going long before its 90 intermission-less minutes conclude. Despite good performances, I’m not sure this is a Bluff worth calling.

‘Bluff’ runs Friday & Saturday through Nov. 16 at The Belrose, 1415 Fifth Ave., San Rafael. Friday, 7:30pm; Saturday, 2pm & 7:30pm. $25–$27. 415.654.1957. thebelrose.com.

Pious Pinot

Surely the labors of countless vignerons in medieval Burgundy, centuries ago, were meant to produce a varietal wine that pairs particularly well with the most American of holidays as part of some divine plan? A topic for discussion.

Alloy Wine Works Central Coast Pinot Noir ($6.99): Meeting up with six-pack drinking kin? Toss them a 12-ounce aluminum can of, surprise, Pinot Noir. This gets cheap Pinot in just the right way for the Thanksgiving meal: bright strawberry fruit and a festive—but very slight—spritz (I’m told that canned wine benefits from a tiny addition of CO2—uh oh, did someone mention greenhouse gas?).

Gary Farrell 2016 Hallberg Russian River Valley Pinot Noir ($55): This wine passes the cranberries right to your palate. The spice aromas are on the woody side of cinnamon, and the sweet cranberry preserve flavor is balanced with a puckery, cranberry crunch on the finish. Holiday-ready.

Dutcher Crossing 2017 Terra de Promissio Sonoma Coast Pinot Noir ($52): This should manifest a good Merlot-drinker conversion rate. Leaning on toasty wood and chocolate notes, it’s nuanced with clove oil spice and graham cracker, but delivers crowd-pleasing, raspberry-shake flavor.

LaRue 2017 Thorn Ridge Sonoma Coast Pinot Noir ($70): This real nice turkey wine still goes strong a few days after opening, for that turkey sandwich snack. Sandalwood incense, raspberry candy, chocolate liqueur and cranberry liqueur tease the nose, and a tangy smack of acidity brightens a silky palate.

Masut 2016 Mendocino Pinot Noir ($40): From the brothers Fetzer, this savory, meaty Mendo Pinot, with smoky, Syrah-like qualities, is one for the barbecued-turkey club. How do wine writers find these notes of mixed berry jam, secchi salami, green peppercorn and garam masala in plain old wine? Discuss.

Clos Pegase 2018 Mitsuko’s Vineyard Carneros Pinot Noir ($40): Here’s a wine to please flying horse fans, architecture buffs and wine drinkers, alike. An alternative to some of the ponderous Pinots out there, this lighter-bodied wine is likely to match the holiday menu with wood-spice, coriander and dried-fennel aromas; and red-cherry flavor. The front label features Pegasus from winery-founder Jan Shrem’s art collection, while the back label reminds us that the facility was designed by postmodernist architect Michael Graves. Is it just me, or is anyone else fed up with the long date-expired, watered-down postmodernism that adorns every new strip mall with a useless, symbolic portico that doesn’t shelter from the rain? A topic of discussion for the highbrow end of the table. But also: If horses had wings, would we roast them for our holiday meal? Discuss.

Take the Baton

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Award-winning conductor Laurie Cohen founded Mill Valley Philharmonic in the Fall of 2000, and for nearly two decades, the MVP has delighted Marin audiences at over 180 concerts, including more than a dozen world premieres of works by emerging composers and programs that run the gamut of classical orchestral music, flamenco dance music and more.

Now, the MVP is embarking on a new chapter with recently appointed artistic director and conductor Dana Sadava, who leads the philharmonic in a holiday concert next month.

Trained as a pianist, Sadava began conducting in grad school when composer friends needed conductors. “I fell in love with it,” Sadava says. “I fell in love with being able to look people in the eyes when you’re making music with them and help them play their best.”

Sadava’s resume includes serving on the faculty of the San Francisco Conservatory of Music’s opera theatre department, directing the Community Women’s Orchestra in Oakland and Pasadena Opera, and more.

“I do have a trajectory that’s firmly in both the orchestral and opera worlds,” Sadava says. “I really can’t give either one of them up, so I try to make time for everything.”

Sadava became a fan of the Mill Valley Philharmonic as soon as she moved to Marin five years ago. “It’s so nice to have such a good orchestra as a Marin resident,” she says. “I go to Mill Valley Philharmonic concerts and Marin Symphony concerts and enjoy all of them.”

Sadava is also inspired by the Mill Valley Philharmonic’s history and growth over the last 19 years. “My ears always prick up when I hear that a dynamic female conductor started an orchestra that is thriving,” she says.

When the opportunity came up to audition for MVP artistic director, Sadava jumped at it. The entire hiring process took over a year, not unusual for an orchestra, and Sadava says each finalist got to work with the MVP for an entire concert.

“They knew what they were in for when they hired me,” she says. “By that time they really got to know each candidate very well.”

As the artistic director, Sadava wants to build on the MVP’s visibility in Marin County and the North Bay.

“I like the idea of performing not just for our neighbors in Mill Valley but all over in Marin,” she says. In addition to a larger geographical reach, Sadava also wants to reach more families and young audiences and she sees the upcoming holiday concert as a chance to do just that.

“We want to reach out to anyone who wants to hear great holiday music and provide a place for people to relax and have fun,” Sadava says. “It’s been a pretty stressful fire season in the North Bay, and I’m hoping we can gather together at these concerts and look forward to a new year.”

Mill Valley Philharmonic performs ‘Nutcracker & Other Holiday Favorites’ on Wednesday, Dec. 11 (dress rehearsal) and Friday, Dec. 13, at Mt. Tamalpais United Methodist Church, 410 Sycamore, Mill Valley; and Saturday, Dec. 14, at First Presbyterian Church, 1510 Fifth Ave, San Rafael. Wed, 7pm; Fri, 7:30pm; Sat, 2pm. $20; dress rehearsal is free. Millvalleyphilharmonic.org.

Horoscope

All signs look to the 'Sun'
ARIES (March 21-April 19): If there are any potential Aries heroes or leaders or saviors out there, the coming weeks will be a favorable time for you to fully bloom and assert your practical magnificence. The lessons you have learned while improvising workable solutions for yourself are ripe to be applied to the riddles that are puzzling your tribe...

Brand Expands

You may have noticed the handsomely packaged white cans of Long Root Pale Ale and sleek planks of wild sockeye salmon in your local, upscale grocery or sporting goods store. That’s right—Patagonia, the outdoor company known for all things camping and hiking—has put a tent stake into the billion-dollar food and beverage sector. You can now find over 25...

Tick…Tock…Tick

The Watchmen on HBO is perhaps the Age of Streaming’s most drastic departure from its source. Showrunner Damon Lindelof (Lost) defies the boy-lit stereotypes by making the most important figures in the show mature women: Regina King and Jean Smart. It helps to know the original, anyway. The 1986 graphic novel and the 2009 film concerned a group of forcibly...

Flashback

50 Years Ago Went to see “Easy Rider” in Sausalito Saturday night. It’s a good, not great, movie. But it packs in younger people because of its blunt message: America is supposed to be the land of individual freedom. But if you exercise this freedom and try to be an individual, with perhaps long hair and “your own thing in...

Hero & Zero

Zero There’s no hero today, because we need to fully examine our zero. I want to nix this ridiculous movement towards all-gender restrooms. Whoever came up with this idea wasn’t thinking clearly. Good thing I am. To demonstrate the issues and proper solution, I present to you my experience at the Strawberry Village Starbucks. The bathroom was disgusting, with dirty floors...

Hero & Zero

Zero There’s no hero today, because we need to fully examine our zero. I want to nix this ridiculous movement towards all-gender restrooms. Whoever came up with this idea wasn’t thinking clearly. Good thing I am. To demonstrate the issues and proper solution, I present to you my experience at the Strawberry Village Starbucks. The bathroom was disgusting, with dirty floors...

River Talk

I’m glad that Pacific Sun is covering this (“Crappy Creek,” Nov. 6). It has indeed been an issue for the Petaluma River for decades. It was bad when I got to town (1987) and started looking at the inadequacies and failures of our old wastewater treatment plant (WWTP). Surcharged sewer pipes overflowed to the river, all of which got...

Call It

Writers have dressed up the “boy meets girl, boy loses girl” trope for centuries now; from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet to every Hallmark Channel movie. Playwright Jeffrey Sweet took his shot at it 20 years ago with Bluff, running now at The Belrose in San Rafael through Nov. 16. Sweet, long connected with Chicago theater, is also an Emmy-nominated soap-opera...

Pious Pinot

Surely the labors of countless vignerons in medieval Burgundy, centuries ago, were meant to produce a varietal wine that pairs particularly well with the most American of holidays as part of some divine plan? A topic for discussion. Alloy Wine Works Central Coast Pinot Noir ($6.99): Meeting up with six-pack drinking kin? Toss them a 12-ounce aluminum can of, surprise,...

Take the Baton

Award-winning conductor Laurie Cohen founded Mill Valley Philharmonic in the Fall of 2000, and for nearly two decades, the MVP has delighted Marin audiences at over 180 concerts, including more than a dozen world premieres of works by emerging composers and programs that run the gamut of classical orchestral music, flamenco dance music and more. Now, the MVP is embarking...
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