Stage: All Together Now

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A Chorus Line really isn’t done much by community theaters these days. The 1976 multi-award-winning musical requires about two dozen experienced dancer-singers to fill out the cast, a requirement that’s tough to fulfill. If you’re gonna do it, best to start with a director with over four decades of experience in choreography and a lot of present and former students on which to call.

Such is the case with Novato Theater Company’s Marilyn Izdebski–directed production running now through Sept. 30.

The show’s premise is simple: a group of dancers auditioning for ensemble roles in a Broadway show are being run through their paces by an imperious director (Gregory Crane). They’ll sing, they’ll dance, they’ll share their personal stories, and it’ll all end with the classic gold lamé-costumed production number “One.”

We meet young dancers hoping to land their first show, veteran dancers just looking for a job, dancers who can’t sing and singers who can’t act. We hear stories, through the score by Marvin Hamlisch and Edward Kleban, of how dance came into their lives (“I Can Do That,” “At the Ballet”) and what dance means to them (“The Music and the Mirror”). We hear stories of sexual awakening (“Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love”) and body-image issues (“Dance: Ten; Looks: Three”).

The stories are told, sung and danced by a dynamic cast of newcomers and veterans. All do well, but standouts are Deborah Ann Spake as the veteran Cassie who has history with the director; Anna Vorperian as Diana, a dancer who’s tired of being underestimated; and Bryan Munar as Paul San Marco. Munar’s delivery of a monologue about Paul’s difficult youth and the life that led him to the stage is incredibly affecting.

Musical director Judy Wiesen and her band open the show with the cast doing a number about the mindset of a performer at an audition called “I Hope I Get It.”

They got it.

‘A Chorus Line’ runs through Sept. 30 at the Novato Theater Company, 5420 Nave Drive, Ste. C, Novato. Engagement is sold-out but tickets may be available at the door. 415.883.4498. novatotheatercompany.org.

Music: Anthems in the Sun

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Grateful Dead co-founder and Sweetwater Music Hall co-owner Bob Weir tops a great lineup of players who are transporting the famed Mill Valley venue’s party atmosphere to the great outdoors for the inaugural Sweetwater in the Sun music festival Sept. 23 at Stafford Lake Park in Novato.

The family-friendly event marks a new venture for the venue, which has entertained Marin County music lovers in one form or another since the original Sweetwater opened in Mill Valley in 1972.

“It goes back to the roots, the original hole in the wall that has a legendary history,” says Sweetwater Music Hall general manager and talent buyer Aaron Kayce.

The original Sweetwater was little more than a storefront in downtown Mill Valley, though it gained a reputation for being a lightning rod for live music. “Back then, it was the cornerstone of the community, and in my opinion it is what the Marin music scene grew out of,” Kayce says.

After the original Sweetwater closed doors in 2007, a group of investors, including Weir, opened the current music hall a few blocks away, and the legacy continues with headlining acts and North Bay favorites taking the stage nearly every night of the year.

“They believed the Sweetwater was the backbone of the Marin arts and music scene,” Kayce says. “They built a beautiful venue, and we try to create a special vibe there.”

The notion of extending those vibes to a larger audience has been a goal for Kayce and Sweetwater office manager Madison Flach for several years. “We can only sell 300 tickets to a show at the Sweetwater, and we wanted to do something bigger,” says Kayce, who has stacked Sweetwater in the Sun with an array of musical talent.

Joining Weir onstage at the festival’s headlining jam session will be several longtime North Bay stars like guitarist Steve Kimock (Zero), drummer Jay Lane and bassist Robin Sylvester (RatDog) and other surprise guests.

The festival also boasts sets from the Skiffle Players with Neal Casal and Cass McCombs, Jennifer Hartswick Band, Maggie Rose, Jerry Joseph and several others, as well as a kids’ stage, family activities, food from Sweetwater chef Gordon Drysdale and more.

“We really want to foster a family-friendly event,” Kayce says. “We’re excited to showcase what we do inside our venue and throw a really fun party out in the sun.”

Sweetwater in the Sun rises on Sunday, Sept. 23, at Stafford Lake Park, 3549 Novato Blvd., Novato. Noon to 7pm. $85–$120; kids 12 and under, $35. 415.388.3850.

 

Letters to the Editor

Burning Issues

Millions of energetic and inspired people from all over the world have begun demonstrating and protesting for the end to global warming and the pollution of our planet. These are spontaneous and totally authentic protests by intelligent, well-informed and dedicated people, and represent the will of the whole human race to end the destruction of our beautiful planet from the reckless and irresponsible use of fossil fuels.

There can no longer be any excuse for those who continue to deny the reality of global warming and its causes. The increasing rise of the world’s temperatures, the frightening outbreaks of devastating wildfires all over the world and the increasing force and outbreaks of hurricanes all make it crystal clear that ending global warming is an absolute necessity for humanity to survive.

Although the world shouldn’t have waited this long to begin this fight for our continued existence, it is a pure joy to see the human race finally waking up and saying yes to life, yes to ourselves and yes to our beautiful home, this Earth!

Rama Kumar

Fairfax

Dog Abuse

I live on the streets since an unexpected medical condition left me unable to drive. The car I lived in was wrecked, and I lost my delivery job. I still work, and I can tell you that being homeless is not the easy life it’s cracked up to be. Many of us seek solace and/or need companionship, and so many unconscionable street people own or bring their dogs along for the journey. This is wrong. Dead wrong. Just what is going on in their heads I cannot say, but really, how and why is this legal? San Rafael Mayor Gary Phillips gave a typical politician’s half-assed, non-answer when I asked him why it’s allowed. Something about human rights. Yeah, considering we cannot legally sleep in parks during the day, I don’t buy that. Please support some legislation to stop this wicked, insidious example of legal animal abuse.

Tony Good

San Rafael

Hero & Zero

Zero
Let’s forgo the Hero this week to discuss a huge Zero that affects landline phone users. Though less than half of America’s households still use a landline, that minority (including me) suffers from numerous unwanted and fraudulent calls on a daily basis. Recently, the culprits placing the calls developed a devious technique to coax us to answer. Our caller ID displays a local phone number with an exchange identical to our landline, making it look like a call from a neighbor. When we pick up, we hear dead air, a hyperfriendly recorded voice from a bogus travel service or a live person purportedly from Microsoft informing us that our computer went on the fritz. Sometimes three calls in a row come in, whether we answer any or not. An annoying robocall arrives every evening around 8pm, just in time to catch us with dish soap on our hands.
While these calls are inconvenient and invasive, folks in Sausalito, Tam Valley and Belvedere have an even bigger grievance. Last week, a duct-cleaning scammer rang after midnight. (It’s upsetting to receive a call in the wee hours, because it’s usually a drunk ex or bad news on the other end.) For the record, these calls are illegal for a variety of reasons, but even charlatans seem to respect the Federal Trade Commission regulation that prohibits calls before 8am or after 9pm.
How do we stop these irritating calls? Register your number on the federal Do Not Call list by visiting its website or calling 1.888.382.1222 from your landline. That should help weed out legitimate solicitors. To avoid a good percentage of illegal calls, try Nomorobo, a service that blocks telemarketers and robocalls free of charge for digital landlines, such as Comcast or AT&T wireless. (Unfortunately, it won’t work with the traditional AT&T service that I use.) For the scammers that make it through—and they will—the FTC advises us not to answer.
 

Hero & Zero

Zero

Let’s forgo the Hero this week to discuss a huge Zero that affects landline phone users. Though less than half of America’s households still use a landline, that minority (including me) suffers from numerous unwanted and fraudulent calls on a daily basis. Recently, the culprits placing the calls developed a devious technique to coax us to answer. Our caller ID displays a local phone number with an exchange identical to our landline, making it look like a call from a neighbor. When we pick up, we hear dead air, a hyperfriendly recorded voice from a bogus travel service or a live person purportedly from Microsoft informing us that our computer went on the fritz. Sometimes three calls in a row come in, whether we answer any or not. An annoying robocall arrives every evening around 8pm, just in time to catch us with dish soap on our hands.

While these calls are inconvenient and invasive, folks in Sausalito, Tam Valley and Belvedere have an even bigger grievance. Last week, a duct-cleaning scammer rang after midnight. (It’s upsetting to receive a call in the wee hours, because it’s usually a drunk ex or bad news on the other end.) For the record, these calls are illegal for a variety of reasons, but even charlatans seem to respect the Federal Trade Commission regulation that prohibits calls before 8am or after 9pm.

How do we stop these irritating calls? Register your number on the federal Do Not Call list by visiting its website or calling 1.888.382.1222 from your landline. That should help weed out legitimate solicitors. To avoid a good percentage of illegal calls, try Nomorobo, a service that blocks telemarketers and robocalls free of charge for digital landlines, such as Comcast or AT&T wireless. (Unfortunately, it won’t work with the traditional AT&T service that I use.) For the scammers that make it through—and they will—the FTC advises us not to answer.

 

Film: Trumpster Fire

Michael Moore’s scattershot documentary Fahrenheit 11/9 is shrewd, effective, state-of-emergency work—a furious reply to the event of Nov. 9, 2016, and the way, in Moore’s view, the Democrats allowed it to happen.

Much of Fahrenheit 11/9’s look at Trump’s America concentrates on Moore’s hometown of Flint, Mich., as a vision of the future of urban America. There, thousands have been poisoned by the town’s water. Michigan has 20 percent of the world’s freshwater supply, through the Great Lakes, and yet citizens were forced by a Republican-appointed emergency manager to drink the filthy, foaming Flint River.

Moore got cred as an oracle for correctly guessing that his fellow citizens from Michigan were going to vote for Trump. These last two years have been as politically frightening as any in our history, but the paranoia in the film is sometimes out of control. An example is when Moore dubs Trump speeches over footage of Hitler, because the body language of all demagogues is the same. It’s fun, but it’s not fair.

Moore quotes the late Susan Sontag saying, “We’re only one 9-11 away from losing our democracy.” This is inarguable. However, the links between the Weimar Republic and Trumpland aren’t that strong. Unlike 1920s Germany, we didn’t just lose a massive war with 7.1 million casualties, we’re not bringing shopping baskets of worthless currency to the supermarket, and Stalin isn’t looming over us, scaring the moneyed class into bed with dictators. Then again, I never thought Trump would win, either.

Fahrenheit 11/9 is a buffet movie: you take some and leave the rest. Moments throughout justify it handsomely, such as the interview with the unnamed female vet who says she had better access to water back in Iraq than she does in Flint. Also encouraging is a series of truly populist congressional candidates, including New York’s Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Michigan’s Rashida Tlaib, and West Virginia’s Richard Ojeda, a pugnacious double-Bronze Star–winning hero.

This kind of energy is worth cheering over, rather than meeting the Trump catastrophe with loathing, laughter or utter despair.

Cover Story: From Russia with Beer

Around 1800, the Russian czar realized the obvious when it came to Russian America (now Alaska): it’s impossible to grow food there. To solve this problem, the Russia-America Company sailed south in search of fertile soil and a temperate climate. What would become Washington and Oregon were too cold and wet, but the Russians stopped to plant flags there just in case.

Then, in 1809 or so, Russia-America Company official Ivan Kuskov explored a river no European had ever traversed. Venturing inland, Kuskov discovered just what Russian America needed. In 1812 he founded Fort Ross, and for the next 30 years, the Russian Empire extended from the gates of Warsaw to the virgin wilderness that would one day become Santa Rosa.

Today we call the river Kuskov navigated the Russian River, and in Santa Rosa, the Russian River Brewing Company produces some of the world’s finest beer. As a history nerd and beer lover, I wondered about the beer in Russia. Was RRBC living up to the beer produced by its namesake country, or were Russian craft brewers playing catch-up with the West?

To find answers, on May Day I flew to Moscow with one goal in mind: to drink copious amounts of beer. The trip was a success, and I am now ready to present the results of my painstaking, inebriated research. What follows are seven Russian beers, one for each day of my trip abroad.

Thursday, May 3

Beer: IPA v.2

Brewery: Wolf’s Brewery

ABV: 5.9 percent

On my first full day in the Russian capital, I explored GUM, the famed shopping mall just off Red Square. On the first floor, I browsed the aisles of Russia’s most luxurious grocery store, Gastronom No. 1. With bottled beers left and right, I faced a hoppy dilemma. I purchased Wolf’s Brewery IPA v.2, the first of three IPAs I would drink during my trip. That afternoon, the beer chilled in my hotel room’s mini-fridge as I continued my adventure throughout the city.

The beer was Siberia-cold when I returned late that evening after witnessing the Victory Day parade practice. And before you ask, of course I took a selfie in front of an SS-29 mobile ICBM missile launcher. Popping the top (my hotel room had a bottle opener bolted to the wall above the bathroom sink—did Putin know I was coming?), I sat back and indulged in the great American tradition of drinking while watching Netflix—but in a foreign country.

The beer was a pleasantly bitter IPA, but a little light on the tongue. Not much going on with the flavor. I wondered how far the beer had evolved since v.1. The new version had to be better, right? Overall, it was a standard but inoffensive IPA, an excellent way to end a long, enjoyable day.

Verdict: Pliny Lite, not coming soon to a brewpub near you.

Friday, May 4

Beer: American Style IPA

Brewery: Jaws Brewery

ABV: 7 percent

I battled jet lag during my second full day in Moscow. After waking up from an afternoon nap, I set off for the Museum of the Great Patriotic War. Within the immense museum are many solemn exhibits detailing the Soviet Union’s role in defeating Nazi Germany: a gallery of books containing the names of the 25 million Soviet war dead, an impeccably detailed, life-size recreation of the Battle of Berlin and multiple murals that capture the horror of war from the perspective of soldiers and civilians alike. By the time I left the museum, I needed a beer and some traditional Russian cuisine.

On the menu that night were pelmeni (the best Russian food to pair with beer!) at Lepim I Varim. A waitress wearing a T-shirt that proclaimed “Make Pelmeni Great Again!” rang up my order. The fresh, piping-hot lamb and cilantro-stuffed dumplings arrived at my table less than five minutes later.

Accompanying this excellent meal was an American Style IPA courtesy of Jaws Brewery. The beer caught my eye for the psychedelic design on the bottle. As you’ll see again with the next beer, I’m a sucker for flashy labels. Unfortunately, the beer did not live up to its counter-culture advertising. Again, there just wasn’t a lot going on with the taste. Light on the bitterness, not much mouthfeel, not much anything. But it was a good beer to pair with pelmeni, as the flavor, what there was of it, didn’t overpower the dumplings. The only surprise was that the taste didn’t suggest anything near 7 percent ABV. However, I didn’t doubt that fact an hour later when I nearly dozed off during the metro ride back to my hotel. Jet lag and alcohol made for a sleepy combination.

Verdict: The beer is a square in hippie’s clothing. Also, I’m a lightweight.

Saturday, May 5

Beer: Rizhaya Sonya Ginger IPA

Brewery: One Ton Brewery

ABV: 6.2 percent

It took three days, but I finally visited the real Russia on Saturday morning when I traveled to the Central Air Force Museum in Monino. During the hour-and-a-half commuter train ride, local entrepreneurs walked between train cars, hawking everything from knives to umbrellas. Just take a moment to imagine what would happen if a guy started waving around a knife on a SMART train.

Arriving in Monino, I walked a mile among crumbling apartment blocks before reaching one of the largest outdoor aviation museums in the world. I giddily snapped pictures of MiGs, Ilyushins and Tupolevs. It was a blast getting to see all those Cold War–era fighter jets and passenger planes, but by the time I returned to Moscow around 2pm I was hungry and, more importantly, thirsty for beer.

Rizhaya Sonya Ginger IPA’s label depicts a grinning ginger lass brandishing a Medieval mace wrapped around a bazooka. Like the old warplanes I had seen that morning, it has an industrial vibe, so I had a bottle with lunch.

The beer was an acceptable complement to the food, but didn’t deliver on the promise of ginger. It was there, but only slightly, as if the brewer had thrown a single hand of ginger into the tank at the last minute. Honestly, the beer would have been better without it.

Verdict: Sorry, fellas, but she’s not a natural redhead.

Sunday, May 6

Beer: Unfiltered Lager

Brewery: Sibirskaya

ABV: 5 percent

Do you enjoy the kitsch of a ’90s Applebee’s, the nostalgia of a ’50s diner and the Soviet Union? If so, then Varenichnaya No. 1 is the restaurant for you! The chain appeals to Russian adults who grew up in the late ’70s-early ’80s and now pine for the era’s simple comfort food. Surrounded by knick-knacks that included an old Soviet radio and television, I ordered a Sibirskaya (Siberian Crown) unfiltered lager and two pastry shells stuffed with minced lamb.

Sibirskaya has an interesting American connection. A couple of years ago, some company reps pulled up to actor David Duchovny’s house in a dumptruck full of rubles and convinced him to star in a two-minute commercial where he extols the virtues of being Russian. To its credit, the ad boasts the highest production value of any Russian propaganda since the end of the Cold War.

But like life in the Soviet Union under Brezhnev, the beer was stagnant. The lager’s only redeeming quality was that it cut the taste of my meal—the pastry shells exploded with grease the moment I cut into them.

Verdict: David, you fool! You sold your soul for some ersatz Blue Moon!

Monday, May 7

Beer: Red Whale Amber Ale

Brewery: Landau Beerlab

ABV: 5.5 percent

The Tretyakov Gallery contains one of the most stunning paintings you’ll ever see. Ilya Repin’s Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on November 16, 1581 depicts the crazed czar just moments after he struck his heir on the head with a gold scepter. His eyes haunted and devastated, Ivan futilely attempts to stop the flow of blood from his adult son’s left temple. Blood stains the ornate carpet beneath the two men.

I felt compelled to imbibe an amber ale.

Just down the street from the Tretyakov was Miles, a chill cafe that serves beer, burgers and coffee. While sitting on a couch on the upper floor, I sipped a Landau Beerlab Red Whale Amber Ale. The name was a mouthful, and so was the beer. The initial taste was light and fruity, but after swallowing, it left a denser flavor, a pleasant spiciness that lingered on my tongue. It was my first beer in Russia that I savored to the last drop.

Verdict: Russia’s secret weapon to close the beer gap.

Tuesday, May 8

Beer: Black Currant and Raspberry Berliner Weisse

Brewery: Bakunin

ABV: 4.5 percent

If I was going to write an article about Russian beer, I had to consult with an expert in the field. On Tuesday night I took part in a bar-hopping escapade organized by a local tour company. My guide for the evening was Anna, part-time tour guide, English tutor and, interestingly enough, former confectioner. The other members of the tour were a pair of Austrian nurses taking a break from their jobs and small-town life. The three bars we visited that evening were packed with Russian men and women who didn’t care if they had a hangover in the morning. The next day was a national holiday: Victory Day.

Between bites of salted fish, pickled fish and fried cheese, I sampled many unique beers that adequately represented the malty to bitter spectrum. However, the black currant and raspberry Berliner Weisse was the most memorable of the bunch. It poured dark purple and smelled of crushed berries. The taste was slightly sour, but not so much as the Russian River Brewing Company’s sour ale. It was a solid B+ beer. The only downside was that its flavor would overpower anything you might want to eat alongside it—a problem, as Russians always snack when they drink.

Verdict: Following in the footsteps of the real-life Mikhail Bakunin, this fruity beer wages anarchy on bourgeoisie flavors.

Wednesday, May 9

Beer: Boro-da Lager Premium

Brewery: Daka Brewery

ABV: 7 percent

To quote George Bluth from Arrested Development, “There’s a good chance I may have committed some light treason” when I wore the Ribbon of St. George during the Victory Day festivities on May 9. To patriotic Russians, Victory Day is like the Fourth of July, the Super Bowl, Thanksgiving and St. Patrick’s Day all rolled into one. Who says you can’t pay your respects to the past while simultaneously eating, drinking and partying yourself into utter oblivion?

In the morning I witnessed a military flyover near the Kremlin that climaxed with fighter jets streaming the colors of the Russian flag over the city center. “Not bad, Putin,” I thought before navigating the crowd of revelers in the fashionable Tverskoy District, home to the Bolshoi Theatre and hundreds of high-end shops. Bands played on every street corner, and most cafes and bars were full to the brim with Russian tourists making the most of their day off.

After finding a bar with an empty seat, I ordered a Boro-da Premium Lager. From appearances alone, it looked like a refreshing, malty beer, and for the most part, it was. Taking my first sip, though, I had to do a double take. I half-expected to find a handful of Werther’s Originals floating in my glass. To put it another way, if Starbucks ever plans to release a sugary-sweet Frappuccino beer, they know which brewery to consult.

Verdict: “I got a Frap Pliny for Vlad ready at the bar!”

A specter is haunting Russia—a specter of hops. IPAs are everywhere, and most rank as “good enough.” Russia’s best beers are those that brewers have imbued with traditional Russian flavors.

My fellow beer comrades, if you should find yourself in Moscow, St. Petersburg or somewhere in the provinces, seek out these unique beers over the IPAs and watery, imitation lagers. And whatever you do, avoid Sibirskaya like the pestilence it is.

Nazdarovya!

 

Dining: Beer Cycles

From the outside, Fairfax’s Split Rock Tap & Wheel (“A place to lose your bearings”) looks the same as it always has: bikes, parts, jerseys—business as usual. But once inside the 2,500-square-foot space, four picnic tables fill the front room that used to house helmets, gloves and gear. A mix of gray, blue and orange metal chairs lines the expansive bar that sits at the back end of the space. A chalkboard denotes the food and beer offerings that include pizzas, sandwiches and salads.

The menu has a Mediterranean slant and sticks with beer-friendly options. Ten-inch, thin-crust pizzas with clever cycling-centric names like the Rut (cheese), the Drop (pepperoni) and the Switchback (topped with prosciutto and arugula) are all priced between $9 and $13. A handful of calzones are also available and can be customized with the pizza-topping offerings. Look for the Drift, prepared with mozzarella and fresh basil, a meat version entitled the Tail Whip, and the Endo for vegetarians.

Beer also figures prominently in the large, open, concrete-floored space. The brew selection sticks with mostly California producers and with 12 taps there is plenty to choose from. Recently, Santa Rosa’s Henhouse brews were on tap, along with a NZ IPA from Faction Brewing Company in Alameda and even an Ace Space Bloody Orange cider from Sebastopol’s California Cider Co.

This something-for-everyone concept (did I mention that bike rentals and repairs are offered while customers eat?) is already attracting families, out-of-towners and, of course, the cycling crowd.

Split Rock Tap & Wheel at Fairfax Cyclery, 2020 Sir Francis Drake Blvd., Fairfax. 415.721.7644. splitrocktapandwheel.com.

Real Astrology

ARIES (March 21-April 19)  “The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.” So says poet and philosopher Mark Nepo in The Book of Awakening. Now I’m transmitting his observation to you. I hope it will motivate you to expend less energy fantasizing about what you want and devote more energy to becoming the beautiful, useful, irresistible presence that will attract what you want. The coming weeks will be an excellent time to make plans to produce very specific blossoms.

TAURUS (April 20–May 20)  Budi Waseso, the former head of the Indonesian government’s anti-narcotics division, had a radical plan to prevent escapes by people convicted of drug-related crimes. He sought to build detention centers that would be surrounded by moats filled with crocodiles and piranhas. But his replacement, Heru Winarko, has a different approach. He wants addicts and dealers to receive counseling in comfortable rehabilitation centers. I hope that in the coming weeks, as you deal with weaknesses, flaws, and sins—both your own and others’—you’ll opt for an approach more like Winarko’s than Waseso’s.

GEMINI (May 21–June 20)  In one sense, a “patron saint” is a Catholic saint who is a heavenly advocate for a person, group, activity, thing or place. St. Jude is the patron saint of lost causes, for instance. St. Francis of Assisi is the guardian of animal welfare, and St. Kentigern is the protector against verbal abusers. “Patron saint” may also be invoked poetically to refer to a person who serves as a special guide or influence. For example, in one of his short stories, Nathaniel Hawthorne refers to a veteran nurse as “the patron saint of young physicians.” In accordance with current astrological omens, I invite you to fantasize about persons, groups, activities, things or places for whom you might be the patron saint. To spur your imagination, here are some appropriate possibilities. You could be the patron saint of the breeze at dawn; of freshly picked figs; of singing humorous love songs in the sunlight; of unpredictable romantic adventures; of life-changing epiphanies while hiking in nature; of soul-stirring music.

CANCER (June 21–July 22)   In August 1933, author Virginia Woolf wrote a critical note to her friend, the composer Ethel Smyth, lamenting her lack of emotional subtlety. “For you,” Woolf told Smyth, “either things are black, or they’re white; either they’re sobs or shouts—whereas, I always glide from semi-tone to semi-tone.” In the coming weeks, fellow Cancerian, you may encounter people who act like Smyth. But it will be your sacred duty, both to yourself and to life, to remain loyal and faithful to the rich complexity of your feelings.

LEO (July 23–August 22)  “People think of education as something they can finish,” said writer and scientist Isaac Asimov, who wrote or edited over 500 books. His point was that we’re wise to be excited about learning new lessons as long as we’re on this earth. To cultivate maximum vitality, we should always be engaged in the processes of absorbing new knowledge and mastering new skills and deepening our understanding. Does that sound appealing to you, Leo? I hope so, especially in the coming weeks, when you will have an enhanced ability to see the big picture of your future needs for education.

VIRGO (August 23–September 22)  Virgo businessman Warren Buffet is among the top five wealthiest people on the planet. In an average year, his company Berkshire Hathaway adds $36 billion to its already swollen coffers. But in 2017, thanks to the revision of the U.S. tax code by President Trump and his buddies, Buffet earned $65 billion—an increase of 83 percent over his usual haul. According to my analysis of the astrological omens, you’re entering a yearlong phase when your financial chances could have a mild resemblance to Buffet’s 2017. I’m not predicting your earnings will increase by 83 percent. But 15 percent isn’t unreasonable. So start planning how you’ll do it!

LIBRA (September 23–October 22)  As he stepped up to use an ATM in a supermarket, a Scottish man named Colin Banks found £30 (about $40 U.S.) that the person who used the machine before him had inadvertently neglected to take. But rather than pocketing it, Banks turned it in to a staff member, and eventually the cash was reunited with its proper owner. Shortly after performing his good deed, Bank won £50,000 (about $64,500 U.S.) in a game of chance. It was instant karma in dramatic action—the positive kind! My analysis of the astrological omens reveals that you’re more likely than usual to benefit from expeditious cosmic justice like that. That’s why I suggest you intensify your commitment to doing good deeds.

SCORPIO (October 23–November 21)  As you dive down into your soul’s depths in quest for renewal, remember this testimony from poet Scherezade Siobhan: “I want to dig out what is ancient in me, the mistaken-for-monster . . . and let it teach me how to be unafraid again.” Are you brave and brazen enough to do that yourself? It’s an excellent time to douse your fear by drawing wild power from the primal sources of your life. To earn the right to soar through the heights in November and December, delve as deep as you can in the coming weeks.

SAGITTARIUS (November 22–December 21)  According to author Elizabeth Gilbert, here’s “the central question upon which all creative living hinges: do you have the courage to bring forth the treasures that are hidden within you?” When I read that thought, my first response was, why are the treasures hidden? Shouldn’t they be completely obvious? My second response was, why do you need courage to bring forth the treasures? Shouldn’t that be the easiest and most enjoyable task imaginable? Everything you just read is a perfect riddle for you to contemplate during the next 14 months, Sagittarius.

CAPRICORN (December 22–January 19)  A blogger named Sage Grace offers her readers a list of “cool things to call me besides cute.” They include dazzling, alluring, sublime, magnificent and exquisite. Is it OK if I apply those same adjectives to you, Capricorn? I’d like to add a few more, as well: resplendent, delightful, intriguing, magnetic and incandescent. I hope that in response you don’t flinch with humility or protest that you’re not worthy of such glorification. According to my astrological analysis, now is one of those times when you deserve extra appreciation for your idiosyncratic appeal and intelligence. Tell your allies and loved ones that I said so. Inform them, too, that giving you this treatment could help mobilize one of your half-asleep potentials.

AQUARIUS (January 20–February 18)  Many educated Americans and Europeans think of reincarnation as a loony delusion, even though it’s a cornerstone of spiritual belief for over 1.5 billion earthlings. I myself regard it as a hypothesis worthy of intelligent consideration, although I’d need hundreds of pages to explain my version of it. However you imagine it, Aquarius, you now have extra access to knowledge and skills and proclivities you possessed in what we might refer to as your “past lives”—especially in those past lives in which you were an explorer, maverick, outlaw or pioneer. I bet you’ll feel freer and more experimental than usual during the next four weeks.

PISCES (February 19–March 20)  “When the winds of change blow,” says a Chinese proverb, “some people build walls while others build windmills.” Since the light breezes of change may soon evolve into brisk gusts of change in your vicinity, I wanted to bring this thought to your attention. Will you be more inclined to respond by constructing walls or windmills? I don’t think it would be foolish for you to favor the walls, but in the long run I suspect that windmills would serve you better.

 

 

Advice Goddess

Q: I’m a 22-year-old guy, but I look 14. Boomer co-workers often use me as an example of a bad millennial, attacking me for Dread Smartphone Overuse (conveniently forgetting that our work requires phone use). Older co-workers often launch into unsolicited 40-minute lectures on the “college path” I should take. (Already graduated, thanks!) How can I gracefully deal with this demeaning treatment?—Irritated

A: It’s no surprise some of your older co-workers smear you as a “bad millennial.” You’re younger and cheaper to keep around, and the hair on your head isn’t there thanks to a Groupon for Dr. Hair Plugs. So, yes, some of them probably do want to stick it to you. But for a little perspective on these unsolicited lectures on the value of the higher education you’ve already gotten, consider my critical take on what’s come to be called “mansplaining.” Merriam-Webster defines this as a man’s explaining “something to a woman in a condescending way that assumes she has no knowledge about the topic.”

As I see it, there’s a problem with this interpretation, and it’s the rather victim-thinky assumption that a man’s tone and line of blather are driven by his having little respect for a woman simply because she’s a woman. Sure, that could be the case. However, I’m with my evolutionary psychologist friend Diana Fleischman, who tweeted: “There’s already a word for mansplaining. It’s called being patronizing. And I’m as good at it as any man.”

Say some dude in a bar starts instructifying me (somewhat in error) on evolutionary psychology research, work by a researcher I know and whose papers I have been reading for going on 20 years. Chances are, Mr. Bar Dude does not have psychic powers and is probably just trying to sound knowledgeable and interesting to a chick in a bar.

Well, the same probably goes for your colleagues launching into these higher-ed-splainings. This doesn’t mean you have to go all ear-slave for them. Put your hand up—the international sign for “Would you kindly shut your big trap for a second?”—and say, “Thanks, appreciate your wanting to help.” Next, add some polite form of “Been there! Graduated that!” You might also give some consideration to your look. I’m not saying you should wear a monocle and carry a cane, but maybe grow a little facial hair and dress and accessorize like an adult. (Yes, this means avoiding T-shirts and Spider-Man backpacks and anything else that makes you look like a 14-year-old with a beard.)

Finally, there’s a little secret to getting treated as somebody’s equal, and it’s acting the part. If some graying co-workers makes age-related cracks about your tech usage, don’t go all woundypants. Laugh and tease ’em right back and tell them they should cut the hints and just ask you directly when they want your tech-savvy millennial help with texting nudies from their side-entry bathtub.

Q: I’m a bisexual 29-year-old woman. I just started dating an awesome guy and ultimately see myself in a long-term hetero relationship. However, though I’ve only dated a girl once, I am extremely aroused by women, and now I’m struggling to get turned on with my new partner.—Blahs

A: There’s an elephant in the room, but unfortunately, it isn’t the kind you can climb on and ride off to the nearest girl bar. Sexual orientation, as explained by Kinsey Institute research fellow Justin Lehmiller in Tell Me What You Want, is “the degree to which we are biologically predisposed to desiring men, women, both, or neither.” There’s another factor in play—“sexual flexibility”—which Lehmiller describes as “a willingness to deviate not only from our sexual orientation but also from what our culture and society have told us we should want when it comes to sex.”

You may see yourself in that classic hetero relationship out of a ’50s magazine ad, mommy, daddy, picket fence, and the rest. Unfortunately, wanting to be turned on by somebody isn’t enough to make it happen. Remove the labels from the equation—lesbian, bi, hetero—and figure out the physical characteristics that need to be present for you to be attracted to another person. Maybe it’s just this dude who doesn’t work for you, or maybe no dude would do it for you. Be honest with yourself about that, even if it would muck up your current relationship plan. For a relationship to be viable, the thing you say to your boyfriend in bed should not be: “Hey, honey, know what would really turn me on? If you left the room and sent Felicia in here in your place.”

Got a problem? Write Amy Alkon at 171 Pier Ave. #280, Santa Monica, CA 90405, or email ad*******@*ol.com. @amyalkon on Twitter. Weekly radio show, blogtalkradio.com/amyalkon.

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