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Most states that have not yet legalized pot will see bills filed this year. It’s a long way from filing a bill to seeing it pass, but there are at least eight states that have some chance of getting a bill through this year.

Connecticut Incoming Democratic Gov. Ned Lamont is a strong supporter of legalization and has vowed to get it done in his first 100 days in office. Lamont is blessed with strong Democratic majorities in both the House and Senate, and has a progressive caucus that sees legalization as a moneymaker for the state.

Illinois Incoming Democratic Gov. J. B. Pritzker is another new chief executive who made marijuana legalization a key plank of his platform. With the Democrats in control of both houses as well as the governorship, Illinois could soon join Michigan as a Midwestern marijuana outpost.

New Jersey Well, it’s taken longer than the 100 days Democratic Gov. Phil Murphy promised when he took office a year ago, but the Garden State is teetering on the verge of legalization right now. In November, committees in both the Assembly and the Senate approved a legalization bill, but final approval was delayed.

New York For years, Andrew Cuomo staunchly opposed marijuana legalization, but the Dem governor reversed course last year. After a Health Department study that found legalization’s positive effects outweighed its negatives, he unveiled his legalization plan with a proposal for a heavily taxed and highly regulated industry.

Delaware A bill to legalize marijuana won a majority in a House floor vote last year but fell short of the super-majority needed under state law, because it included a taxation component. While that bill’s authors both retired, so did a number of House members who either voted against it or abstained.

Minnesota Incoming Gov. Tim Walz wants to legalize marijuana, and his Democratic Farm Labor Party took control of the House in the November elections. Incoming House Speaker Melissa Hortman hasn’t endorsed the notion, but did say marijuana reform will be taken up in that chamber this year.

New Mexico Incoming Democratic Gov. Michelle Lujan Grisham favors marijuana legalization, arguing that it would be a boon to the state’s economy. Democrats control both the House and the Senate, and House Speaker Brian Egolf says if a bill made it to the House floor “it would probably pass.”

Rhode Island Gov. Gina Raimondo is a recent and somewhat reluctant convert to the cause. House Speaker and fellow Democrat Nicholas Mattiello has been similarly reluctant, but, like Raimondo, is feeling the pressure of looming legalization in neighboring states.

This article was produced by Drug Reporter, a project of the Independent Media Institute.

By Philip Smith

Hands On

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North Bay songwriter Timothy O’Neil has spent his life steeped in folk music. As a solo artist and as the namesake for his four-man Timothy O’Neil Band, which he formed five years ago, he has walked the walk with national tours and local accolades.

Last year, O’Neil and his band set a new course in their Americana adventures with the release of the group’s sophomore album, All Hands on Deck, O’Neil’s most soulful music to date. The Timothy O’Neil Band play off the new record on Jan. 26 at Smiley’s Saloon in Bolinas.

Growing up in Southern California with a folk-singer mother, O’Neil was playing guitar and piano by the age of six. “Music was always ingrained in me,” he says. “Not forced on me—I just always wanted it.”

O’Neil got his first taste of the North Bay 15 years ago when he visited the Sonoma State University campus out of high school. Graduating from SSU in 2008, he fell in love with the region and has been a fixture on the local scene ever since, releasing his first solo album, Hangovers and Hospitals, at age 25 and performing regularly around Sonoma, Napa and Marin County. That’s how he met and began playing with longtime North Bay musician (and now New Orleans resident) Frankie Boots.

“We started getting out of the garage and started touring,” O’Neil says. “That whet my chops in terms of gigging, booking and gaining a new respect for being a bandleader and not just a guy with a voice.”

O’Neil’s music is a combination of steam-punk anthems and blue-collar folk ballads, and All Hands on Deck is a culmination of those ideals, with songs about sailing the high seas and wodes to trekking across the country and making memories along the way.

“I feel like a lot of my other records are about struggling, heartbreak and hardships of life,” says O’Neil. “This record is much more about the positivity of traveling, camaraderie, brotherhood and experiences both negative and positive that end up shaping you.”

Joined by bassist Brian Crites, mandolinist Tony Gibson and banjo player Eric “Sweden” Harriman, the band is much more, as O’Neil makes clear, than the name implies.

“This album would not be anything without Brian, Tony and Sweden,” O’Neil says. “Those guys are my family.”

Timothy O’Neil Band play on Saturday, Jan. 26, at Smiley’s Saloon, 41 Wharf Road, Bolinas. 9pm. $10; 21 and over. 415.868.1311.

Letters

Busy Bodies

When Supervisor Rodoni’s gang of wealthy environmental extremists got Drakes Bay Oyster Farm shut down, we were left with the Tomales Bay shellfish, with all their disadvantages, as our only local alternative. Whereas the Drakes oysters were large, plump and actually tasted of the ocean, the Tomales Bay substitutes are small and overpriced, and, as we now see, susceptible to disease organisms washing down from the dairy farms and waterfront homes built along that narrow estuary.

Now these well-heeled busy-bodies want to take the San Geronimo Golf Course away from us and dig it up in the vain hope of encouraging more fish to breed in the creeks. How many fish are we realistically looking at? Fifty, a hundred? Sure. Grant money is what these folks really hope to raise from these futile efforts. Grant money, government money for bike parks, garden plots, a little bit of housing vainly trying to compete with market forces which make Marin the most expensive garden spot in the country.

With tens of thousands of acres of less than superbly managed open space already on top of us, why take the exquisite beauty of the golf course and let it become a weed patch? Most of us do not play golf, yet the golf course is a central feature of where we live, giving us joy and a sense of place here in the valley. Notice only that most of the mail that rabidly supports tearing it down comes from outside the valley and from a lot of newcomers who just don’t get it.

Alex Easton-Brown

Lagunitas

Hero & Zero

Hero
PG&E gets a bad rap (to put it mildly), but last week, two of their employees courageously saved a man’s life after he fell down a 30-foot cliff in West Marin. Supervisor Todd Beesley and lineman Daniel Linn were working on downed power lines along Lucas Valley Road when they saw a man fall and hit his head on a rock. The pair called 911, then rushed down the cliff and found the unconscious man face-down in flooded Nicasio Creek. They pulled him from the water and rendered aid while waiting for the first responders. Once help arrived, the man was transported to Marin General Hospital in serious condition. “Without these two witnessing the event and taking such swift action, there would have been little chance of the man’s survival,” Marin County Fire Department battalion chief Jeremey Pierce said. True heroes, indeed.
Zero
Hunger pangs thwarted three Marin burglary suspects who took a taco break during their crime spree. The lawlessness began when the trio allegedly broke into a car at the Golden Gate Bridge Vista Point on Friday afternoon. While a California Highway Patrol officer took the theft report, the victim’s credit card company reported that the card was being used at Best Buy in San Rafael. CHP alerted the San Rafael Police Department, and an officer arrived in time to see the suspects fleeing in a vehicle. A CHP motor officer driving into work saw the car and started pursuit. A wild ride ensued from San Rafael to the Golden Gate Bridge. The suspects thought they got off scot-free, but they were wrong. A CHP airplane watched their every move, including their stop at a taqueria on Irving Street. The flight officer notified the San Francisco police about the luncheon and they dashed in to apprehend the three Mensa members. Keison Lee, Tahj Reagan and Pierre Vines were arrested on suspicion of burglary, grand theft and quite a few other transgressions.

Hero & Zero

Hero

PG&E gets a bad rap (to put it mildly), but last week, two of their employees courageously saved a man’s life after he fell down a 30-foot cliff in West Marin. Supervisor Todd Beesley and lineman Daniel Linn were working on downed power lines along Lucas Valley Road when they saw a man fall and hit his head on a rock. The pair called 911, then rushed down the cliff and found the unconscious man face-down in flooded Nicasio Creek. They pulled him from the water and rendered aid while waiting for the first responders. Once help arrived, the man was transported to Marin General Hospital in serious condition. “Without these two witnessing the event and taking such swift action, there would have been little chance of the man’s survival,” Marin County Fire Department battalion chief Jeremey Pierce said. True heroes, indeed.

Zero

Hunger pangs thwarted three Marin burglary suspects who took a taco break during their crime spree. The lawlessness began when the trio allegedly broke into a car at the Golden Gate Bridge Vista Point on Friday afternoon. While a California Highway Patrol officer took the theft report, the victim’s credit card company reported that the card was being used at Best Buy in San Rafael. CHP alerted the San Rafael Police Department, and an officer arrived in time to see the suspects fleeing in a vehicle. A CHP motor officer driving into work saw the car and started pursuit. A wild ride ensued from San Rafael to the Golden Gate Bridge. The suspects thought they got off scot-free, but they were wrong. A CHP airplane watched their every move, including their stop at a taqueria on Irving Street. The flight officer notified the San Francisco police about the luncheon and they dashed in to apprehend the three Mensa members. Keison Lee, Tahj Reagan and Pierre Vines were arrested on suspicion of burglary, grand theft and quite a few other transgressions.

Make ’em Laugh

Jon S. Baird’s biopic Stan & Ollie has a certain inflationary quality, regarding the appeal of a comedy team in their sunset years. But in lovingly recreating Laurel and Hardy’s mid-1950s tour of Britain, it’s a film with lots of charm.

The road is tough on two aging performers. It’s bad when no one shows up at the music halls, and its worse when they’re congratulated for surviving their has-been status. At a seaside pavilion, the hostess toasts them: “Still going strong, and still using the same material!” The team hopes to parlay the attention they’re getting into a new movie.

Stan Laurel (Steve Coogan) is revealed as the sparkplug of the act, the writer who understood the formula. No matter who else was around them, on screen or stage, Laurel and Hardy needed to be the only person in each other’s world.

As befitting his massive flesh, Oliver (John C. Reilly) has trouble with his vices. He accumulates ex-wives and has a taste for gambling that takes whatever money the alimony leaves. New complications come with the arrival in London of the team’s wives, who are united in mild detestation of each other. Stan’s Russian and haughty Ida (Nina Arianda) is a bit of a princess compared to Oliver’s spouse, Lucy (Shirley Henderson, first rate as always). Seeing Ollie and Lucy laying down together in their room at the Savoy, him immense, her tiny, one gets the pleasure of marveling at the way opposites attract.

Stan & Ollie insists that the team absolutely murdered the English audiences, even as Abbott and Costello were stealing their lunch back in the States. Performing Laurel and Hardy’s cherishable “Trail of the Lonesome Pine,” Coogan and Reilly may be even better singers than the originals. They eclipse your memories of their models, with Coogan imitating Stan’s monkeyish head scratch and Reilly, through the fat suit and makeup, evincing the beatific side of Ollie. Watching Reilly, you understand why Ollie carried the nickname “Babe” into his 60s.

It doesn’t break new ground, this biopic, but it has its stinging moments. When the two get into a fight about an old rift, this time Ollie’s slow burn is real, and so is Stan’s hesitant peacemaking.

John Paul Kelly’s lavish production design drips with nostalgia; it can be a tad too sweet and rich for the times, but it’s more evidence that this film was a labor of love.

‘Stan & Ollie’ opens Friday, Jan. 25, at select theaters.

Well, That’s a Stretch

“Goat yoga isn’t really about the yoga.”

So says Alana Joy Eckhart, of Santa Rosa’s Goatlandia Farm Animal Sanctuary, as she gently places a two-month-old, three-legged Nigerian dwarf goat named Poppy in the lap of a visiting journalist.

“Goat yoga,” smiles Eckhart, stepping back to let Poppy snuggle in for a scratch behind the ears, “is all about joy.”

Goat yoga, a real and admittedly offbeat practice—in which humans do yoga in the presence of goats—originally began in 2016, in Corvallis, Ore. That’s where Lainey Morse, a one-time marketing expert and longtime goat lover first coined the ear-catching phrase, teaming up with a local instructor for popular goat yoga sessions on her rural farm.

Goat yoga now stands alongside a widening array of alternative yoga offerings, from the popular hot yoga offered at many studios, to Lagunitas Brewing Company’s weekly yoga-and-a-beer sessions, to yoga classes surrounded by fish at San Francisco’s Academy of Sciences, to Jedi yoga (yes, that’s a thing, too).

With just a little effort, depending on where you happen to be, you can experience yoga on beaches, yoga on horses, yoga on paddleboards, yoga in caves, yoga in planetariums, yoga in bowling alleys, yoga on ice, yoga with snakes and yoga with sloths, plus karaoke yoga, nude yoga,“ganja-smoking yoga, heavy metal yoga, laughter yoga, and even Harry Potter yoga, which is pretty much what it sounds like (Downward Facing Dumbledore, anyone?).

And in Cloverdale, for what it’s worth, a local studio called the Yoga on Center has recently struck a resonant chord with its popular weekly class titled “Yoga for the Inflexible Male.”

But few innovations have made as big a leap into the mainstream as goat yoga.

“The beginnings of goat yoga, I suppose, were a bit of an accident,” explains Lainey Morse, contacted at her farm in Oregon, from which she now oversees a growing nonprofit called Original Goat Yoga, with satellite locations all over the country. At the moment, the organization’s sole Bay Area location is in Morgan Hill.

The fact that her life is now built around goats and yoga is still something of a wonder to Morse, she admits. “I’d started something called Goat Happy Hour at my farm,” she says. “I called it that because everyone who came and spent time with my goats always left happy.”

Morse says she learned first-hand about the power of goat-related therapy when her life took several unexpected turns.

“I’d been diagnosed with a disease and was going through a divorce at the same time,” she says, “and I was thinking, ‘I should be more upset. I should be really sad.’ But I’d get home from work and spend time with my goats, and it just made me feel good. My goats definitely kept me from slipping down the rabbit hole of depression.”

Goat Happy Hour led to other events, including kids’ birthday parties. It was during one of those that a local yoga instructor suggested that it would be fun to do a yoga session in the field with the goats.

“I said, ‘OK, but the goats are going to be jumping all over the yoga students,’” recalls Morse, who agreed to give it a try, and soon after came up with the term “goat yoga.”

“It just sounded so ridiculous and fun,” she says, “though I assumed that only our friends and family would come and do goat yoga—and maybe not even them. Then we had our first class, and it was sold out instantly.”

Morse took pictures and sent them to Modern Farmer magazine.

“I thought their readers might find it kind of cute,” she says.

The magazine ended up sending our a reporter and running the story, with great pictures of people doing yoga with baby goats on their backs, and in short order, Morse got calls from The Oregonian, the New York Times, Huffington Post and others. The resulting demand was instantaneous, with the waiting list for people eager to experience goat yoga growing to 2,300 names.

“It was wild. It just absolutely changed my life,” Morse says. “I was probably doing 30 or 40 media interviews a day, while also having a full-time job that I loved, and had had for 10 years. I finally decided, this just doesn’t happen to people, and I’d regret it if I didn’t take the opportunity life was giving me. So I quit my job and went all in on goat yoga.”

Morse says she’s often asked, “Why goats?” She has two logical responses.

“For one thing, goats have tiny little pellets, like rabbits do,” she points out with a laugh. “Goat poop doesn’t stink, and it’s not messy, so if a goat happens to drop its pellets on your yoga mat, you can just shake it off. It’s no big deal. But if you’re doing yoga with a pig or a cat or a dog, and it poops on your mat, that’s not going to be pretty.

“And the other thing,” she says, “is that goats, quite simply, are the most loving and gentle creatures. Goats are the perfect therapy animal.”

Initially, Morse attempted to trademark the term “Goat Yoga,” but after spending more than $20,000 on lawyers, she grew tired of having her efforts denied. So instead, she trademarked the phrase “Original Goat Yoga,” now the official name of her company. During the time it took to accomplish that, however, Morse watched as goat yoga blew up all over, breeding countless imitators, clones and copycats.

“I struggled with it for a while,” she says. “It was a hard pill to swallow, that this thing I’d developed took off without me. Then, other people started trying to call their businesses ‘Original Goat Yoga,’ too. So I had to deal with that. I never dreamed that the world of goat yoga would become such a cutthroat, competitive business.”

Morse hit another snag when she was told that she couldn’t legally hold classes on her property because it was zoned for farming and not for business. That, ultimately, is why she developed her current business model of working with existing goat farms to use the Original Goat Yoga name, methodology and marketing muscle.

Today, she says she takes a lot of pleasure in seeing how widespread her weird little notion has become, and that so many people are reaping the mental, physical and emotional benefits of goat yoga. In November, she published The Little Book of Goat Yoga, and according to Morse, it’s selling remarkably well.

“It’s amazing to me that there are so many people around the world doing this crazy thing I started,” she says. “I know its not exactly healing diseases or anything, but it’s making people forget about their problems for a while, it’s connecting them to nature, and that’s worth something to me.”

Which brings us back to Goatlandia.

This morning, the air is filled with the sounds of roosters crowing, dogs barking, birds singing and goats and sheep bleating. Goatlandia, somewhat rain-dampened and mud-slushy, is otherwise quiet after the morning feedings have concluded, thanks to Blum, Eckhart and a team of volunteers. Owned by acclaimed (and now retired) restaurateur Deborah Blum, the two-acre sanctuary—a certified 501(c)(3) nonprofit, largely volunteer-powered and funded almost entirely by donations—is devoted to the care, protection, resuscitation and (under the right circumstances) the adoption of goats, pigs, chickens and other farm animals.

“That’s our mission,” says Eckhart, “to rescue goats, sheep, ducks, chickens and pigs, give them a safe and loving home, and also educate people on a more conscious, eco-friendly lifestyle.”

Many of Goatlandia’s current 150 residents, spread between the Santa Rosa farm and another location in Sebastopol, were rescued from farms or ranches where they would have been euthanized—the fate three-legged Poppy avoided—or used for food. Some were abandoned or surrendered to Goatlandia after outgrowing their previous owners expectations. According to Eckhart, many of the current residents were taken in after the 2017 fires.

“We take a lot of pride in what we do,” Eckhart says, “bringing home animals who would otherwise be killed.”

In 2017, Eckhart, a trained yoga instructor, decided it was a no-brainer for Goatlandia to start offering goat yoga sessions of its own. The farm’s open field with a wooden deck proved to be the perfect spot for classes. Goatlandia, she says, has about 20 goats at the moment, all of which are brought out whenever a goat yoga session is taking place. Each and every goat has an engaging backstory.

That definitely goes for Poppy.

“Poppy’s original owners wanted to euthanize her, because she needed to have her leg amputated and it wasn’t worth the money and effort for them,” says Eckhart. “So we adopted her, we paid for the amputation. When she arrived here, that same day, she looked around and did a little three-legged happy dance, and we knew that she was supposed to be here.”

Poppy even has her own Instagram page, the result of having been featured on Animal Planet, on the show Tanked, in an episode that aired last fall.

“Poppy’s kind of famous,” says Eckhart. “And she loves doing goat yoga.”

Unfortunately, somewhat echoing Lainey Morse’s story, Goatlandia has butted up against land-use restraints. Due to zoning restrictions, the facility has had to heavily cut back on its public events, now offering goat yoga only as small, private gatherings for donors. As a result, Blum and the whole Goatlandia team are currently in the midst of a fundraising drive, with a dream of purchasing a new property where Goatlandia can return to doing public events, can establish an organic farm, offer bed-and-breakfast experiences, vegan cooking demonstrations and more.

When that happens, goat yoga will be a large part of the new facility’s public outreach program. The farms supporters, not to mention the goats, will pretty much demand it.

“It’s just such a joyful thing, doing yoga while goats are leaping all around you, climbing on you, curling up next to you,” laughs Eckhart. “It’s still physical, and it’s still a good workout, but it’s really all about the happiness of connecting with these creatures in a joyous way. And it’s as good for your soul as it is for your body and mind.”

To learn more about donations, volunteer opportunities or other ways to support Goatlandia, visit their website at goatlandia.org. To learn about Original Goat Yoga, and its classes in Morgan Hill and other locations, visit goatyoga.net.

To Table

Even if you have never lived in San Francisco, the surname Alioto will likely ring a bell. Along with his father, Nunzio, chef Alexander Alioto has been quietly working to transform a nondescript corner space on Fourth Street in the west end of San Rafael to showcase what he does best: inventive, fresh, Italian food. The Kitchen Table opened a couple of months ago, and is already drawing praise from locals.

The fourth-generation Alioto makes his craft look effortless. Amid stacks of gleaming sauté pans, a tidy and compact work space with just enough room for his mise en place and a sous chef, Alioto delivers one visually stunning dish after another.

Alioto made his name at Seven Hills in the Russian Hill neighborhood of San Francisco in a career that started with him washing dishes in his family’s Fisherman’s Wharf establishment, Alioto’s Restaurant. Along with cooking in Italy, a stint at the French Laundry and heading up another restaurant in the Mission, the San Rafael–based chef has brought his culinary chops to lucky Marin diners.

The restaurant offers “country-style Italian food,” and while the thin-crust pizza, for instance—which includes a sausage version with caramelized onions, bell peppers and mozzarella ($15)—is familiar, the finesse that goes into creating it elevates this pizza far beyond the league of a casual Italian eatery.

A frisée and poached-egg salad dotted with chewy bits of pancetta and mushrooms ($13) hit every note and texture. The barely runny egg combined with salty pancetta and a sherry vinaigrette is my idea of perfect food. Lightly battered fritto misto ($13) featured welcome, if unexpected olives and onions side by side along calamari and rock shrimp and a spicy aioli. The house-made ravioli uovo ($10) put me over the edge with its rich filling of ricotta and spinach, truffle oil, egg and brown butter. The flavors were all there, but I nearly drowned with the combined heaviness of the ingredients.

The wine list is reasonably priced and well-selected, with no bottles eclipsing $55.

The Kitchen Table, 1574 Fourth St., San Rafael. 415.521.5568.

Horoscope

ARIES (March 21–April 19) We might initially be inclined to ridicule Stuart Kettell, a British man who spent four days pushing a Brussels sprout up 3,560-foot-high Mount Snowden with his nose. But perhaps our opinion would become more expansive once we knew that he engaged in this stunt to raise money for a charity that supports people with cancer. In any case, the coming weeks would be a favorable time for you, too, to engage in extravagant, extreme or even outlandish behavior in behalf of a good or holy cause.

TAURUS (April 20–May 20) The Taurus guitar wizard known as Buckethead is surely among the most imaginative and prolific musicians who has ever lived. Since producing his first album in late 2005, he has released 306 other albums that span a wide variety of musical genres—an average of 23 per year. I propose that we make him your patron saint for the next six weeks. While it’s unlikely you can achieve such a gaudy level of creative self-expression, you could very well exceed your previous personal best in your own sphere.

GEMINI (May 21–June 20) Novelist Arthur Conan Doyle created Sherlock Holmes, a fictional character who personifies the power of logic and rational thinking. And yet Doyle was also a devout spiritualist who pursued interests in telepathy, the occult and psychic phenomena. It’s no surprise that he was a Gemini, an astrological tribe renowned for its ability to embody apparent opposites. Sometimes that quality is a liability for you folks, and sometimes an asset. In the coming weeks, I believe it’ll be a highly useful skill. Your knack for holding paradoxical views and expressing seemingly contradictory powers will attract and generate good fortune.

CANCER (June 21–July 22) In 2006, a 176-year-old tortoise named Harriet died in an Australian zoo owned by “Crocodile Hunter” and TV personality Steve Irwin. Harriet was far from her original home in the Galapagos Islands. By some accounts, evolutionary superstar Charles Darwin picked her up and carried her away during his visit there in 1835. I propose that you choose the long-lived tortoise as your power creature for the coming weeks. With her as inspiration, meditate on questions like these: 1. “What would I do differently if I knew I’d live to a very old age?” 2. “What influence that was important to me when I was young do I want to be important to me when I’m old?” 3. “In what specific ways can my future benefit from my past?” 4. “Is there a blessing or gift from an ancestor I have not yet claimed?” 5. “Is there anything I can do that I am not yet doing to remain in good health into my old age?”

LEO (July 23–August 22) John Lennon claimed that he generated the Beatles song’ “Because” by rendering Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” backwards. Even if that’s true, I don’t think it detracts from the beauty of “Because.” May I suggest you adopt a comparable strategy for your own use in the coming weeks, Leo? What could you do in reverse so as to create an interesting novelty? What approach might you invert in order to instigate fresh ways of doing things? Is there an idea you could turn upside-down or inside-out, thereby awakening yourself to a new perspective?

VIRGO (August 23–September 22) The Tsonga language is spoken by more than 15 million people in southern Africa. The literal meaning of the Tsonga phrase I malebvu ya nghala is “It’s a lion’s beard,” and its meaning is “something that’s not as scary as it looks.” According to my astrological analysis, this will be a useful concept for you to be alert for in the coming weeks. Don’t necessarily trust first impressions or initial apprehensions. Be open to probing deeper than your instincts might influence you to do.

LIBRA (September 23–October 22) The old Latin verb crescere meant “to come forth, spring up, grow, thrive, swell, increase in numbers or strength.” We see its presence in the modern English, French and Italian word “crescendo.” In accordance with astrological omens, I have selected crescere and its present participle crescentum to be your words of power for the next four weeks. May they help mobilize you to seize all emerging opportunities to come forth, spring up, grow, thrive, swell and increase in numbers or strength.

SCORPIO (October 23–November 21) When animals hibernate, their metabolism slows down. They may grow more underfur or feathers, and some add extra fat. To conserve heat, they may huddle together with each other. In the coming weeks, I don’t think you’ll have to do what they do. But I do suspect it will be a good time to engage in behaviors that have a resemblance to hibernation: slowing down your mind and body; thinking deep thoughts and feeling deep feelings; seeking extra hugs and cuddles; getting lots of rich, warm, satisfying food and sleep. What else might appeal to your need to drop out of your fast-paced rhythm and supercharge your psychic batteries?

SAGITTARIUS (November 22–December 21) When people tell me they don’t have time to read the books I’ve written, I advise them to place the books under their pillows and soak up my words in their dreams. I don’t suggest that they actually eat the pages, although there is historical precedent for that. The Bible describes the prophet Ezekiel as literally chewing and swallowing a book. And there are accounts of 16th-century Austrian soldiers devouring books they acquired during their conquests, hoping to absorb the contents of the texts. But in accordance with current astrological omens, I suggest that in the next four weeks you acquire the wisdom stored in books by actually reading them or listening to them on audio recordings. In my astrological opinion, you really do need, for the sake of your psychospiritual health, to absorb writing that requires extended concentration.

CAPRICORN (December 22–January 19) Among the top “how to” search inquiries on Google are “how to buy Bitcoin,” “how to lose belly fat fast,” “how to cook spaghetti in a microwave” and “how to make slime.” While I do think that the coming weeks will be prime time for you to formulate and launch many “how to” investigations, I will encourage you to put more important questions at the top of your priority list. “How to get richer quicker” would be a good one, as would “how to follow through on good beginnings” and “how to enhance your value” and “how to identify what resources and allies will be most important in 2019.”

AQUARIUS (January 20–February 18) A motivational speaker and author named Nick Vujicic was born without arms or legs, although he has two small, unusually shaped feet. These facts didn’t stop him from getting married, raising a family of four children and writing eight books. One book is entitled Life Without Limits: Inspiration for a Ridiculously Good Life. He’s a positive guy who has faith in the possibility of miracles. In fact, he says he keeps a pair of shoes in his closet just in case God decides to bless him with a marvelous surprise. In accordance with current astrological omens, Aquarius, I suggest you make a similar gesture. Create or acquire a symbol of an amazing transformation you would love to attract into your life.

PISCES (February 19–March 20) About 11 percent of the Philippines’ population is comprised of Muslims who call themselves the Bangsamoro. Many resist being part of the Philippines and want their own sovereign nation. They have a lot of experience struggling for independence, as they’ve spent 400 years rebelling against occupation by foreign powers, including Spain, the United States and Japan. I admire their tenacity in seeking total freedom to be themselves and rule themselves. May they inspire your efforts to do the same on a personal level in the coming year.

Sole Man

Dominic “the Shoe Surgeon” Ciambrone has never been afraid to step out on his own. Growing up in Santa Rosa, Ciambrone was always building things by hand in the backyard of his childhood home. Instead of following instructions when building forts and making things out of Legos, he created something new.

The 32-year-old Ciambrone’s backyard is now in Los Angeles’ Silver Lake neighborhood, and what he creates now are highly sought-after, one-of-a-kind sneakers. And those who surround him these days are famous athletes and musicians. But one thing remains the same from his early days in Sonoma County: he doesn’t follow instructions; he follows whatever’s in his head.

At one point, what was in Ciambrone’s head deteriorated into a cacophony of tormented voices brought on by severe anxiety and drug abuse. The noise became so unbearable that it eventually sent Ciambrone leaping out of a second-story window and landing in a muddling haze of prescription drugs and psychiatric care seven years ago. He says that he felt the need to turn to drugs and alcohol to feel “normal and escape reality.”

“After he jumped,” says his mother, Kim Ciambrone, “I remember the doctors telling us that our son was delusional—that he thinks he makes shoes for Justin Bieber. My husband and I said, ‘He does make shoes for Justin Bieber.’”

The doctors found it hard to believe, but truth is often stranger than fiction. Ciambrone’s big break came when he was introduced to Justin Bieber through a mutual friend while delivering a pair of custom-made sneakers for musician will.i.am to wear at an MTV Video Music Awards show. The Shoe Surgeon and the Biebs hit it off, and Ciambrone found himself fulfilling a few dozen orders of shoes for one of Bieber’s upcoming tours. Then, after Law & Order: Special Victims Unit enlisted his services for a 2011 episode titled “Personal Fouls,” Ciambrone’s work catapulted into the sneaker stratosphere.

But before he could continue to keep celebrities’ sneaker games looking fresh, Ciambrone needed a fresh outlook himself. Kim recalls her son being diagnosed with bipolar disorder and prescribed a cocktail of mood stabilizers, anticonvulsants and antidepressants. “Dominic had one of those Monday-through-Sunday pill boxes, and some pills he had to take were just to offset the side effects of the other pills. It really put him in a fog,” she says.

The lack of clarity was stifling his creativity and distorting his artistic vision. “He didn’t want to continue taking the medication because of the damage it was doing to his body,” she says. “He felt more like a zombie than a human.” Ciambrone turned to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Petaluma, where he underwent a full-body cleanse. He started meditating, resumed exercise activities and phased out his prescriptions.

Ciambrone’s interest in fashion began in middle school. “My older cousin let me wear her original 1985 Air Jordan 1’s in high school. It was the first time that I felt like I was able to wear something without having to say anything to express myself,” Ciambrone says.

The experience inspired the then-16-year-old to try his hand at sneaker design by airbrushing Jordan’s with model paint and tinkering with the iconic Nike “swoosh” by removing it from the side of the shoe and gluing it to the top. Ciambrone’s DIY-alterations caught the attention of his friends, who implored him to customize their kicks in the same fashion.

Taking liberties on an original design was nothing new for Ciambrone, as he told Hypebeast earlier this year. He was counterfeiting Chuck E. Cheese prize tickets with his brothers at the age of 12, and quite literally graduated from the ball pit with his next venture: hawking counterfeit high school graduation tickets for $15. It proved to be a lucrative racket, until his younger brother was caught and prohibited from participating in the ceremony.

When Ciambrone graduated from Santa Rosa’s Elsie Allen High School, in 2004, he didn’t ask for a new car or laptop as a graduation gift; he asked for a sewing machine. His grandmother gave him a Brother Pacesetter PS1000 13-stitch machine. Designed more for clothing than shoes, it was the perfect introductory tool for the young Ciambrone to realize his potential. In 2005, he enrolled at Santa Rosa Junior College to study fashion design, but there was one problem.

“I just couldn’t sit still,” he says. Ciambrone’s time as an SRJC Bear Cub was over before it started, and at the age of 19 he moved from Santa Rosa to Charlotte, N.C., to stay with his grandmother.

The move opened up his view on what fashion was and could be outside of his wine country stomping grounds. “You could go to a kiosk in a mall in Charlotte and people there were airbrushing shoes,” Ciambrone says. “That just didn’t exist back home in NorCal.”

While in Charlotte, Ciambrone teamed up with a local shoe customizer who designed the cleats for the Carolina Panthers in the 2003 Super Bowl—a connection that accelerated Ciambrone’s learning curve. Eventually, his fascination with Charlotte mall culture led to his first design job at a No Fear clothing store in Charlotte. As assistant manager, Ciambrone was able to put his customized kicks on display for $120 a pair, a price point that netted him a mere $20 profit after his labor costs.

When Ciambrone moved back to Santa Rosa, he began searching for local shoe-repair shops that would give him the chance to further hone his skills and expand his craft—easier said than done. “The first person I approached shoved me away,” Ciambrone says. “He was cussing at me, and said he wouldn’t work with me because I’d steal all his business.”

He finally took a step in the right direction when he and met his future mentor, Daryl Fazio, in Windsor. Initially, Fazio, who had more than 30 years changing soles under his belt, was reluctant to work with Ciambrone, due to the younger man’s relative lack of hands-on experience. The Shoe Surgeon eventually swayed Fazio with his determination.

“Daryl really helped me learn how to properly sand and sew,” and showed me “what machines were best to work with,” Ciambrone says. He would go on to apprentice at Fazio’s shop for five years, in conjunction with learning from Michael Carnacchi, a custom-fitted boot maker at the Apple Cobbler in Sebastopol. “I remember Michael’s eye for detail and passion for craft, and Daryl’s amazing work ethic, and how he built relationships with customers,” Ciambrone says.

Before Ciambrone could set up shop and begin work as a self-employed shoe stylist, there was some paperwork to submit. His father, Lou, owner of Santa Rosa’s Canevari’s Deli, required him to draw up a loose business plan. In return, Ciambrone’s parents made an investment in their entrepreneurial son in the form of a $3,500 sewing machine.

“It wasn’t like I wanted him to draw up this fully realized business plan that was going to work.” Ciambrone’s father says. “I just wanted him to see what that entailed and what needs to be presented to someone when you ask for a loan.” Ciambrone, 21 at the time, was able to enlist the help of Guy Fieri through a mutual friend, who provided him with some valuable financial insight.

The Shoe Surgeon remembers his humble beginnings, when he often worked for free and felt fortunate to charge someone $100 for his designs. “There were times where I wasn’t making any money,” he says. “The friends and family I had in Santa Rosa helped feed me and pay my rent.” Ciambrone can now pay his rent with just one higher-end pair of his current lineup of custom shoes. His website offers shoes ranging in price from $200 to $3,500—not bad for someone who once operated entirely out of his parents’ garage with one sewing machine.

Ciambrone hasn’t forgotten where he came from, crediting the “old leather spots” in Petaluma and Sebastopol with helping to trigger his success. He frequently returns home to visit family and friends, and credits his father with instilling in him a “strong work ethic and eternal sense of optimism” as a foundation that got him where he is today.

A husband and a father now himself, Ciambrone has a new appreciation for the pair that raised him. “I’m extremely grateful to have had the most loving, hard-working parents,” he says. “As a parent myself it puts life into a different perspective.”

Ciambrone recently collaborated with retail giants eBay and Farfetch on charity events that raised money for victims of the North Bay wildfires, and now has his sights set on raising awareness for mental-health issues. “The goal is to share my struggles of the mental challenges and diagnosis of what I went through to help others out of very bad situations,” he says. “This upcoming year I’m focused on devoting more of my time to be an advocator of mental health awareness. I want everyone to learn more about themselves and talk about the dark feelings they may have.”

By Michael Barnes

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