Music: Miles to Go

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Bay Area alt-folk string band The Brothers Comatose has never been bound by tradition. After eight years, countless tours and three acclaimed albums, Petaluma natives and brothers Ben and Alex Morrison, along with fellow band members Gio Benedetti, Philip Brezina and Ryan Avellone, are changing the formula in 2017, putting their efforts into a series of strategically released singles—including this month’s wistful acoustic gem, “Joshua Tree.”

“The last record [2016’s City Painted Gold] inspired that [idea] a lot,” Ben Morrison says. “Putting out an album is a long process; you’re sitting on music [for] over a year after you’ve recorded it before it’s released, and that just seems so crazy to me.”

Instead of holing up for months to record, mix, master, print, promote and tour behind one set of songs, The Brothers Comatose is popping into studios like Tiny Telephone in San Francisco and recording a single track. Once those songs are mixed, they’re released as soon as possible, one at a time. “It’s mostly to keep us interested and excited,” Morrison says. “Because you’re releasing the music while it’s still fresh.”

After releasing three raucous and rowdy singles earlier this year, the band makes a departure with “Joshua Tree,” a slow-building and intimate song featuring Morrison’s resonant baritone voice invoking the national park’s famous sense of serenity. “It is a magical place; it’s got this beautiful prehistoric vibe to it,” Morrison says.

After the band plays a blowout New Year’s Eve party at Cornerstone in Berkeley, The Brothers Comatose will prepare to travel to China as part of a cultural music exchange with the American Music Abroad program. “It’s going to be a mix of shows and educational performances,” Morrison says, “bringing American music to other parts of the world.”

Brothers Comatose, Sunday, Dec. 31, Cornerstone, 2367 Shattuck Ave., Berkeley; 9pm; $44-$49; 510/214-8600; cornerstoneberkeley.com.

Arts: Tainted Tales

“I was 10 years old—or right around that—when I stopped believing in Santa Claus,” revealed actor Courtney Gains, taking a break from signing autographs at the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival, in Portland, Oregon, in early October of this year. “I remember it happened right after my mom took me to see The Exorcist. That movie really freaked me out, and after that, somehow, I just put two and two together and realized there couldn’t possibly be a Santa Claus.”

In any other setting, this sad tale might have drawn sympathy and tears from those who heard it. But because this was a convention catering to fans of horror and dark fantasy, Gains’ story was greeted with soft, appreciative laughter—and at least one cryptic contribution from a few feet away.

“Take down the old myths,” murmured an eavesdropping young woman with bright yellow hair, making eye contact while perusing the book table adjacent to where Gains was seated. “Take them down. Put up new ones.”

Gains is best known for his role as the murderous Malachai in the 1984 horror classic Children of the Corn. Having appeared in nearly 50 films and countless television shows since, he was at the film festival to introduce screenings of Corn, and to talk about Dreams in the Witch House. Originally released in 2013, it’s a heavy metal rock ’n’ roll concept album executive produced by co-lyricist Mike Dalager, adapted from the short story by Lovecraft, and featuring some very intense spoken-word contributions by Gains himself.

Every year, in the months before the Christmas holidays, I ask interesting people to recall the moment they stopped believing in Santa Claus. This year I decided to ask attendees of the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival. Given Lovecraft’s notoriety as the creator of hundreds of gruesome and nightmarish tales, the festival seemed like the perfect place to talk about discovering the truth about Santa, among the most formative moments in a child’s life.

Well, many children’s lives.

“I don’t remember it being a sad moment,” Gains said. “It just made sense to me that no world in which people made movies about demons, and little girls spitting pea soup, could also contain a happy, magical guy who lives with elves and gives presents to kids on Christmas Eve.”

“I never believed in Santa,” said a gentleman standing in line to meet Gains, a few moments later. Giving the name Paco Bloodhammer (“Paco is short for ‘Apocalypse,’” he said), the 40-ish gentleman was dressed in black, and wore his long beard in a braid that stretched down to his chest. He was also bedecked in a baseball cap emblazoned with the words, “Cthulhu for President 2016.” Asked why he never believed in Santa, Bloodhammer shrugged.

“My dad was a non-observant Jew and my mom was a lapsed Jehovah’s Witness,” he said. “Santa was just never their thing. They asked me, I kind of remember, when I was really little, if I wanted to do the Santa thing, and I said no, not really.”

Philip Gelatt, writer/director of the 2016 horror film They Remain—starring William Jackson Harper, of The Good Place—had a somewhat similar loss-of-Santa experience to that of Gains.

“Weirdly, my recollections of the time in my life when I was beginning to doubt the existence of Santa Claus are all tied up with my memories of reading Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark,” he said, just after a screening of his film. “You know that book, right? It’s this collection of really terrifying short stories in which terrible things happen to kids. In my mind, the shock of learning that Santa Claus was not real is wrapped up in the shock of reading those stories about monsters and ghosts. I remember it was a very upsetting time.

“But then I got over it,” Gelatt continued, with a grin. “And now I make really scary movies. So … ho-ho-ho.”

Food & Drink: Snowball Season

With so much interest these days in gluten-free products, it’s still surprisingly difficult to find baked treats that actually taste good. Many are too sweet or don’t have the feel in the mouth and texture that most of us expect from our favorite baked foods. Fortunately Heather Hardcastle’s Flour Craft Bakery in downtown San Anselmo gets it right.

The landscape-designer-turned-pastry-chef opened Flour Craft with her husband more than four years ago. She has since developed a robust online business, provides her bread and granola to cafes and independent retailers and has even developed a special line for Williams Sonoma.

Along with savory items, scones, cookies and granola, Flour Craft offers up a full holiday menu that includes a Buche de Noel, vegan donuts, orange polenta cake, a vegan cranberry and orange galette and panettone.

Take note, gluten-free lovers: Hardcastle will be opening a second location of Flour Craft Bakery at the Mill Valley Lumber Yard site next spring. In the meantime, here is a recipe for a cookie that wheat-fearers and wheat-lovers alike will find scrumptious. 

Flour Craft Bakery, 702 San Anselmo Ave., San Anselmo; 415/453-3100; flourcraftbakery.com.

Gluten-Free Pecan Snowball Cookies

Yields around 40 cookies

Ingredients

1 cup brown rice flour

1/2 cup white rice flour

1/2 cup tapioca starch

2 cups pecans

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/2 teaspoon kosher salt

1 teaspoon xanthan gum

2 sticks unsalted butter, room temperature

1 cup powdered sugar, for dusting

Method

-Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line two baking sheets with parchment.

-In a food processor, grind the flours, pecans, sugar, salt and xanthan gum together until the mixture resembles a coarse meal and no pecan chunks remain.

-Add soft butter a bit at a time and pulse until mixture comes together and a dough forms. The dough will be quite soft.

-Using your hands, form the dough into a wide, flat disk, picking up any loose pieces along the way to reincorporate them.

-Wrap disk tightly in plastic wrap and refrigerate until completely chilled, at least two hours, or overnight.

-Remove dough from the fridge and allow to come to room temperature. Roll the dough into balls between your palms, about the size of 1 tablespoon. Place on lined baking sheet, spaced 1 inch apart.

-Bake cookies 10-12 minutes until center is just set and edges are very light golden brown. The cookies will firm up as they cool.

-Allow cookies to cool completely before covering in powdered sugar.

Enjoy!

Upfront: Wastewater Land

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Last week I jumped in the car on a breezy morning and headed up Highway 1 (“The One,” see Letters) to Lawson’s Landing in Dillon Beach to try and figure out just what the heck is going on at the campground, which recently lost in the latest vote taken by the California Coastal Commission (CCC) over its land-use plan.

I spent the morning with Marin-based attorney/consultant Tom Flynn and the affable Mike Lawson, a co-owner of the grounds, touring the acreage and getting the explainer on their plan for a new wastewater system, after their latest plan for the system was shot down by the CCC.

To hear the pro-Lawson’s forces tell the tale, Lawson’s has been working to come into compliance with various upgrades and demands to the facility since 2008, when the Environmental Action Coalition (EAC) of West Marin, based in Point Reyes Station, appealed a Marin County Supervisors’ decision to approve low-cost camping on about 90 acres in the 950-acre spread. Lawson’s has been in operation since the 1950s and mostly serves a client base of out-of-town campers rolling in from the hot and bothered Central Valley.

A new Coastal Development Plan (CDP) was submitted and approved by the CCC in 2011, but pro-Lawson’s advocates now say the approval was vague insofar as what it required of Lawson’s. Over the next six years, the family set out to work with the EAC and the CCC to accommodate the demands, says Flynn. The transition at Lawson’s appeared to reach its most physically obvious and painful nadir when the Lawsons removed the last of the funky old legacy trailers from the site in 2016.

Scott Hochstrasser, a former Marin County environmental review officer, submitted a letter to the CCC that summed up the history at Lawson’s to date, and the pro-Lawson’s frustration at the EAC. The California Coastal Act that gave rise to the CCC required that localities come up with Local Coastal Programs, and back in 1981 Marin County’s Local Coastal Program was approved. Hochstrasser wrote that Lawson’s was “an appropriate place for expansion of visitor-serving facilities including overnight camping and boating, providing appropriate environmental resources were protected and sewage disposal facilities were improved to State Regional Water Quality Control Board standards.”

To hear Flynn and Lawson tell it, there’s kind of a “move the goalposts” dynamic that they’ve been dealing with insofar as the environmental community. The latest setback for Lawson’s ensued after the CCC voted 3-2 against a wastewater treatment plan that was prepared by the hydrologist who was recommended by the EAC, says Flynn. At issue in the latest ruling, is the fate of a resident population of endangered California Red-Legged Frogs, and making sure a wastewater system doesn’t mess with their habitat. Flynn says the wastewater plan was supported by CCC staffers but that a push from local environmentalists swayed a few of the commissioners.

In his letter to the CCC, Hochstrasser accused the EAC of setting out to “exclude rural property owners from succeeding to provide low-cost, visitor-serving recreational opportunities on coastal lands for future generations who live outside of Marin County.”

The EAC has a rather different view of things. Executive Director Morgan Patton notes that the latest offering from Lawson’s had two problems—the frog corridor in light of a proposal to build some new buildings along with the wastewater infrastructure, and the other, she says, was pegged to a conflict resolution process that’s enshrined in the Coastal Act. That was done in 2011, she says, when Lawson’s was given permission to develop recreational camping in wetlands areas, and also agreed to build-out a new wastewater system.

“The EAC has worked with the Lawsons along the way,” says Patton, strongly dismissing any suggestion that her organization is trying to drive them out of business, “and we are supportive of what they are doing. We just want to make sure it’s in the appropriate place that’s not damaging the habitat.”

Patton says that the EAC is simply trying to hold the Lawsons to the agreement they signed in 2011. “It’s not moving the goalposts,” she says, “it’s looking at the CDP.”

Feature: The Year in Review

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Twenty seventeen may go down as the Year of Venting Spleen (and not just because “spleen” rhymes with “seventeen”), but because of media events such as the December 12 USA Today editorial which led with the observation that a president who would all but call New York Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand a whore is unfit to clean toilets in the Obama presidential library. You had to think: Whoa, is this USA Today or John Oliver?

USA Today, the American favorite in hotel lobby newspaper boxes, was characteristically balanced in saying that President Trump was equally unfit to shine George W. Bush’s shoes. The editorial wins the Pacific Sun’s year-end award for the most pungently spleen-clearing moment.

At the end of 2017, there are also local blessings wherever you look and especially in the spirit of community that emerged in the aftermath of the catastrophic fire-borne losses in October. In life, as in the partially burned Luther Burbank Center in Santa Rosa, the show must go on, and it has, as we all grapple with a nation divided, regions across the state burned to a crisp, a tax “reform” bill that just might kill the California economy, and a beat-down media on the ropes with fake news charges on the one hand and a never-ending shameful parade of groping media moguls on the other.

For the North Bay, the historically rainy winter was equal parts blessing and blight, and gave us plenty to write about, but the horrible local fires came with no actual silver lining. The flood and fire events framed a natural year for the books, as the bestial politics of our time unfold in the outer-outer sphere of Cocoon California, at a place known as Mar-a-Lago.

Outside the Cocoon

But that USA Today editorial got me to thinking outside the cocoon and about how much of a pain in the neck it is having this maniac in the White House. The editorial’s arrival into the growing file on Trump-as-disaster had a historic irony in that nobody took USA Today seriously when it was launched 35 years ago—the colorful, general-interest pretense signaled the death of serious journalism, said serious journalists.

Meanwhile, in 2017, a trove of serious journalists—Glenn Thrush at the New York Times, Ryan Lizza of The New Yorker, Charlie Rose, not to mention seriously funny Sen. Al Franken—found themselves out of work thanks to #MeToo, a powerful, ongoing movement that holds men accountable for sexual harassment and abuse. A movement powerful enough to garner Time’s Person of the Year.

The inferno brought some clarity to the role of local media in 2017. Since the 2008 economic crash, community newspapers have folded or been enfolded into larger media conglomerates. To be locally drawn and based, if not biased under this administration, is a more difficult enterprise given our at once media-hating and media-loving president. At the same time, the man has inspired some of the fiercest investigative reporting in the big national dailies since the days of Woodward, Bernstein and Hersh.

Locally, we can blame Trump for a lot of things, including our generally foul mood, but he’s not responsible for the quality of the roads in Petaluma or the fact that Marin County emerged in 2017 as one of the least pro-pot counties in the region, despite having birthed the 4/20 movement. We can, however, blame Trumpian politics for Walmart and the wealthiest family in the country selling T-shirts over the summer that called for the lynching of American journalists. The shirts have since been removed, but not the stain of violence directed at reporters in 2017.

Election Day 2017 was a far more joyful occasion than 2016, with victories for progressives, LGBT candidates around the country and on turf previously targeted by the likes of the Christian Coalition—school boards, local councils and the election of transgender Democrat Danica Roem to a Virginia seat in the statehouse formerly occupied by a homophobe.

The Bar is Low

Notable deaths in 2017 included the death of satire, the death of consumer financial protections, the death of net neutrality and the death of renewable energy tax credits.

It’s a soul-crushing time to reflect on a hard-bent year that has been kind of relentless with the stressors. So here’s to CBD oil and to legalization generally under Proposition 64, with benefits that kick in on Jan. 1. And here’s to radio station KRSA, the San Francisco–based K-Love, aka 103.3 Relax FM on the FM dial—if only to hear that guy with the deep, rich voice jump on between songs and say: Relax.

The station switched to a contemporary Christian format in October. Speaking of contemporary Christianity, at least it can be said that this country didn’t send a child molester to the U.S. Senate in 2017. This year, victories over the right-turned America came in small doses, and a Doug Jones victory in Alabama underscored just how low the bar is these days.

Dialing us back to the local scene, many would head to the bar in 2017 in the North Bay. In the aftermath of the fires, social media reported that drinking heavily and doing yoga were key North Bay healing strategies. After the fires, the good people of Marin County took in thousands of refugees, who decamped in far-flung locales including Lawson’s Landing at Dillon Beach to hidden glamping spots on the coyote-strewn mesas of West Marin.

As 2017 draws to a close, the indicators call for a recession within two years and the pressure is growing in the North Bay to deal with its chronic absence of affordable housing. An already tight real estate market felt the hurt badly with the destruction of 6,000 homes around the region—and average home prices spiked by $100,000 on average a month after the fires. At the end of 2017, the median price for a home in Marin is closing in on $1.3 million; in Sonoma County, it’s half that at $680,000. Check in on those numbers this time next year.

Summer of Dud

There were some moments of love; love was in the air and love rose from the ashes. Love continued to do its thing in 2017, despite the challenges and temptations of, well, hate. The 50th anniversary of the Summer of Love was celebrated locally, but it all felt flat and defeated, counter-nostalgic and out of place in the currently harsh times. Activists appeared to be more focused on the #MeToo movement, the Trump onslaughts on civil rights for immigrants and on national monuments such as the Bears Ears in Utah, and in taking back the House and Senate in 2018.

The summer was too hot, again, and in Marin County, Highway 1 south of Stinson Beach was closed all year because of the spring rains, which washed out the road and made it impassable in both directions. As a result, the traffic in West Marin was epic all summer and the snarls were unbearable, as was the parking in Bolinas—which only got worse when a poor blue whale washed ashore after getting hit by a ship and drew thousands of gawking tourists.

At the same time along Highway 101, the congestion-beating emergence of the SMART train provided commuters with an alternative to road-raging along the Narrows, even if the train’s impact on traffic was barely a blip, but that could change. The endless delays in getting SMART off the ground were met with immense popularity for the new ride, and plans afoot in 2018 will perhaps add a car to the train to accommodate the demand.   

Across the Border

A rolling storyline along the Marin-Sonoma border could not have been more poignant for what it might signal for the new year: The emergence of people shutting up about how they just had to vote for Trump because Hillary was such a nightmare. Anti-Trump graffiti has popped up across from a Trump campaign sign hung way up in a tree that declared the silent majority was back in town.

Over the past several months, the war of competing images and sentiments escalated, and the anti-Trump stuff was met with an American flag with the cross sticking out of it. The image is pretty alt-right folksy (see photo) and featured olive drab electrical tape shaped to a crucifix.

It was there for quite a while, and the image was straight out of the Roy Moore campaign via his ever-present crucifix-meets-flag lapel pendant. All the graffiti and imaging was taken down and painted over around Thanksgiving. The “Silent Majority Stands for Trump” sign is gone, too.

The generally held existential pain of 2017 was eclipsed by a life-altering local catastrophe. In 2017, we witnessed the startling right-wing violence against Charlottesville protesters on our devices and on CNN, and we witnessed—or lived through—the soul-crushing Coffey Park inferno. And yet there was also an amazing solar eclipse to reflect upon.

Good News, Bad News

Democracy is on the ropes—that’s the bad news. The good news is that in lowering the bar, Trump has raised the possibility that, indeed, anyone can be president some day.

We’re media folks over here, so the bad news for us is that The Village Voice, the venerable New York City weekly, went out of business in 2017, one of a handful of media properties to go belly-up in one way or another this year. Those other papers include the Houston Press, which folded soon after economy-killing Hurricane Harvey hit, and the LA Weekly, which has apparently been bought by a cabal of Republicans who want to run a newspaper where nobody gets paid for writing.

The really good news is that with the death of The Village Voice, the Pacific Sun is now the oldest continuously published alternative newspaper in the United States. It hasn’t been bought out by Republicans; king tides have not, and will not, flood us out, and we, along with the team at our sister paper, the North Bay Bohemian, just published our first edition of Explore the North Bay, a lifestyle magazine about food, drink, outdoor adventure and the arts—all of the great things we have to be thankful for in our neck of the woods. Long live print.

Hero & Zero: You’re Forgiven & Crimes Against Seniors

Hero: Do you hang your head in shame every time you pass a library? How long overdue is that book sitting on your nightstand? Well, Marinites, you’ll soon stand proud again, because the 10 branches of the Marin County Free Library (MCFL) are forgiving your late fees. Director Sara Jones said that her staff hopes to retrieve some long-lost materials that are no longer being published, and they’d like to welcome back patrons who may have been gone for a long time. Simply return that book to its rightful shelf during the amnesty program that runs from now through January 31 and you’ll have a clean slate. The MCFL system includes the Bolinas, Civic Center, Corte Madera, Fairfax, Inverness, Marin City, Novato, Point Reyes, South Novato and Stinson Beach libraries.

Zero: What is up with crimes committed against the elderly in our lovely county? Last week, a 92-year-old woman, shopping at Safeway on Diablo Ave. in Novato, had her purse in the child’s seat of her cart when a depraved man swooped in, grabbed her bag and fled. (He was soon apprehended after the County of Marin Probation Department identified him from a photo.) You may remember that two weeks ago, we shared the sordid story of a mature gentleman who was convinced that he’d won a million dollars from a scammer, and a couple of months ago, we reported that a trio of women snatched a purse from yet another 92-year-old woman. It’s perverse to prey upon our seniors. Go find someone your own age to pick on.

Free Will Astrology

ARIES (March 21-April 19): According to a Sufi aphorism, you can’t be sure that you are in possession of the righteous truth unless a thousand people have called you a heretic. If that’s accurate, you still have a ways to go before you can be certified. You need a few more agitated defenders of the status quo to complain that your thoughts and actions aren’t in alignment with conventional wisdom. Go round them up! Ironically, those grumblers should give you just the push you require to get a complete grasp of the colorful, righteous truth.

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): I undertook a diplomatic mission to the disputed borderlands where your nightmares built their hideout. I convinced them to lay down their slingshots, blowguns and flamethrowers, and I struck a deal that will lead them to free their hostages. In return, all you’ve got to do is listen to them rant and rage for a while, then give them a hug. Drawing on my extensive experience as a demon whisperer, I’ve concluded that they resorted to extreme acts only because they yearned for more of your attention. So grant them that small wish, please!

GEMINI (May 21-June 20): Have you ever been wounded by a person you cared for deeply? Most of us have. Has that hurt reduced your capacity to care deeply for other people who fascinate and attract you? Probably. If you suspect that you harbor such lingering damage, the next six weeks will be a favorable time to take dramatic measures to address it. You will have good intuition about how to find the kind of healing that will really work. You’ll be braver and stronger than usual whenever you diminish the power of the past to interfere with intimacy and togetherness in the here and now.

CANCER (June 21-July 22): “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” So said Helen Schucman in A Course in Miracles. Personally, I don’t agree with the first part of that advice. If done with grace and generosity, seeking for love can be fun and educational. It can inspire us to escape our limitations and expand our charm. But I do agree that one of the best ways to make ourselves available for love is to hunt down and destroy the barriers that we have built against love. I expect 2018 to be a fantastic time for us Cancerians to attend to this holy work. Get started now!

LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): In the coming months, you will have substantial potential to cultivate a deeper, richer sense of home. Here are tips on how to take maximum advantage: 1. Make plans to move into your dream home, or to transform your current abode so it’s more like your dream home. 2. Obtain a new mirror that reflects your beauty in the best possible ways. 3. Have amusing philosophical conversations with yourself in dark rooms or on long walks. 4. Acquire a new stuffed animal or magic talisman to cuddle with. 5. Once a month, when the moon is full, literally dance with your own shadow. 6. Expand and refine your relationship with autoerotic pleasures. 7. Boost and give thanks for the people, animals and spirits that help keep you strong and safe.

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Deuces are wild. Contradictions will turn out to be unpredictably useful. Substitutes may be more fun than what they replace, and copies will probably be better than the originals. Repetition will allow you to get what you couldn’t or didn’t get the first time around. Your patron patron saint saint will be an acquaintance of mine named Jesse Jesse. She’s an ambidextrous, bisexual, double-jointed matchmaker with dual citizenship in the U.S. and Ireland. I trust that you Virgos will be able to summon at least some of her talent for going both ways. I suspect that you may be able to have your cake and eat it, too.

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): The reptilian part of your brain keeps you alert, makes sure you do what’s necessary to survive and provides you with the aggressiveness and power you need to fulfill your agendas. Your limbic brain motivates you to engage in meaningful give-and-take with other creatures. It’s the source of your emotions and your urges to nurture. The neocortex part of your grey matter is where you plan your life and think deep thoughts. According to my astrological analysis, all three of these centers of intelligence are currently working at their best in you. You may be as smart as you have ever been. How will you use your enhanced savvy?

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): The classical composer and pianist Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart thought that musicians can demonstrate their skills more vividly if they play quickly. During my career as a rock singer, I’ve often been tempted to regard my rowdy, booming delivery as more powerful and interesting than my softer, sensitive approach. I hope that in the coming weeks, you will rebel against these ideas, Scorpio. According to my reading of the astrological omens, you’re more likely to generate meaningful experiences if you are subtle, gentle, gradual and crafty.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): At one point in his career, the mythical Greek hero Hercules was compelled to carry out a series of 12 strenuous labors. Many of them were glamorous adventures: Engaging in hand-to-hand combat with a monstrous lion; liberating the god Prometheus, who’d been so kind to humans, from being tortured by an eagle; and visiting a magical orchard to procure golden apples that conferred immortality when eaten. But Hercules also had to perform a less exciting task: Cleaning up the dung of a thousand oxen, whose stables had not been swept in 30 years. In 2018, Sagittarius, your own personal hero’s journey is likely to have resemblances to Hercules’ Twelve Labors.

CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): Humans have used petroleum as a fuel since ancient times. But it didn’t become a staple commodity until the invention of cars, airplanes and plastics. Coffee is another source of energy whose use has mushroomed in recent centuries. The first European coffee shop appeared in Rome in 1645. Today there are more than 25,000 Starbucks on the planet. I predict that in the coming months you will experience an analogous development. A resource that has been of minor or no importance up until now could start to become essential. Do you have a sense of what it is? Start sniffing around.

AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): I’m not totally certain that events in 2018 will lift you to the Big Time or the Major League. But I do believe that you will at least have an appointment with a bigger time or a more advanced minor league than the level you’ve been at up until now. Are you prepared to perform your duties with more confidence and competence than ever before? Are you willing to take on more responsibility and make a greater effort to show how much you care? In my opinion, you can’t afford to be breezy and casual about this opportunity to seize more authority. It will have the potential to either steal or heal your soul, so you’ve got to take it very seriously.

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): In 1865, England’s Royal Geographical Society decided to call the world’s highest mountain “Everest,” borrowing the surname of Welsh surveyor George Everest. Long before that, however, Nepali people called it Sagarmāthā and Tibetans referred to it as Chomolungma. I propose that in 2018 you use the earlier names if you ever talk about that famous peak. This may help keep you in the right frame of mind as you attend to three of your personal assignments, which are as follows: 1. Familiarize yourself with the origins of people and things you care about. 2. Reconnect with influences that were present at the beginnings of important developments in your life. 3. Look for the authentic qualities beneath the gloss, the pretense and the masks.

Homework: Make up a secret identity for yourself, complete with a new name and astrological sign. Tell all at Freewillastrology.com.

Advice Goddess

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Q: I’m a woman, and I recently made a new professional connection—a man who’s excited about my work. We’re planning on doing a big important project together. I’m worried that he’s interested in me romantically (based on a few things he’s said). I’m not interested in him in that way. What’s the right thing to say to get that across?—All Business

A: It’s tempting to get everything out in the open right away: “I’ve run the numbers on your chances of having sex with me, and they’re pretty close to the odds of your being crushed to death by a middle-aged dentist falling out of the sky.”

Informing a guy pronto that you aren’t romantically interested in him would be the right thing to do if he were just some persistent Tinder date you wanted to unload forever. But you’re hoping to have a continuing business relationship with this guy. So even if it were wildly obvious that he has the hots for you, the last thing you should do is mention that particular elephant in the room.

Cognitive psychologist and linguist Steven Pinker points out that “most social interaction” involves some conflicting goals. Pinker explains that “indirect speech”— not saying exactly what you think or want—is a way that two people can maintain their relationship as it is (even when both suspect or are pretty sure that their desired outcomes are in sharp conflict). The sometimes tiny measure of ambiguity—uncertainty about another person’s goals—that is fostered by indirect speech does a big job. It allows the person who wants something the other doesn’t to save face, enabling the two to preserve their common ground.

So, your refraining from telling the guy that you aren’t interested (in so many words) allows him to cling to the ego-preserving possibility that you might be. If he goes direct on you—tells you that he wants to sex up your business relationship—that’s when you likewise get explicit: Tell him straight out that you want to keep things strictly professional. However, this may not be necessary if you act in ways that say “just business!” Avoid going flirty in communicating with him, and schedule meetings for the utterly unsexiest times and places possible. Nobody ends up doing the walk of shame because they had one too many double espressos.

Q: There’s always been an attraction between this guy and me. I’ve been thinking of testing the waters with him romantically, but he recently mentioned that he freaks out when women cry. He says he just has no idea what to do. Well, I’m an emotional person—generally happy but also a big crier. Are we a bad match, or could I teach him to soothe me?—Waterworks

A: Most men are comfortable dealing with any leaky item—as long as it can be fixed with an adjustable wrench and a Phillips screwdriver.

If there’s a decoder ring for human emotion, it’s the female brain. Psychologist Simon Baron-Cohen finds that men, generally speaking, just aren’t as good as women at what’s called “theory of mind”—the ability to “infer what other people might be thinking or intending.” He explains that women, from childhood on, tend to be the “empathizers” of the species, driven to identify others’ “emotions and thoughts, and to respond with the appropriate emotions” (say, by hugging a teary-eyed person instead of treating them like a statue weeping blood).

In contrast with female “empathizers,” Baron-Cohen describes men as the “systematizers” of the species. This is a fancy way of saying that they’re engineering-focused—driven, from a young age, to identify how inanimate stuff works and “derive the underlying rules that govern the behavior of a system.” However, these are “reliable” rules, like the law of gravity—nothing helpful for fathoming what the girlfriend’s got swirling around in her head when she suddenly goes all funeralface.

Typically, women believe, “If he loved me, he’d figure it out.” Um, no. Not here in realityland. Assume that most heterosexual men are sucky at emotional tealeaf reading. When you’re in boohooville (or on your way), tell a man what you’re feeling and how he could help—for example, by just listening and rubbing your back. In time, this may help him avoid reacting to the welling of that very first tear by diving behind the couch and yelling, “Incoming! One o’clock! Alpha team, flank left!”

This Week in the Pacific Sun

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This week in the Pacific Sun, our cover story, ‘Olema, Olema’ is the tale of a post-post-hippie traveling through the sleepy village of Olema. On top of that, we’ve got a piece on the GOP’s “California problem,” a story on dual purpose cows raised for organic dairy and beef, a conversation with actors from the new film ‘I, Tonya’ and a review of ‘A Christmas Story,’ onstage at the San Francisco Playhouse. All that and more on stands and online today! 

Film: Wheel on Fire

On the bright side, the new Woody Allen film Wonder Wheel has the finest cinematography, in the form of Vittorio Storaro’s gorgeously lurid display of Kate Winslet as a woman on fire. Hair dyed to the scarlet side of strawberry blonde, Winslet’s Ginny basks in the mercury-colored neon glow of the Coney Island attractions. She lives there in a wooden shack, spitting distance from the ferris wheel.

In the mid-1950s, the 40ish Ginny is stuck in a marriage of convenience with her dullard husband Humpty (James Belushi). It’s all about seafood around those parts. Ginny waitresses in a clam parlor, and, when Humpty isn’t tending the merry-go-round, he’s more interested in fishing than spending time with his wife. Ginny wanted to be an actress, but she dropped her career after a crackup.

On the beach, she meets a theater-loving lifeguard named Mickey Rubin (Justin Timberlake), who goes to New York University. An affair begins, but it’s ruptured by the surprise arrival of Humpty’s estranged daughter Carolina (Juno Temple), on the run from her gangster husband. The thug wants her dead for blabbing his secrets to the FBI.

The settings have familiar irony—the broken promise of happiness in a tawdry, fading seaside resort is grist for dramatists on both sides of the Atlantic. But Allen decided that it needed further distancing, through direct-to-the-camera address by Mickey. Based on the way that Mickey explains life, and himself, we’re unsure if Mickey is meant to be as callow as he seems. Allen’s script dithers, using anachronistic terms like “input” and “body language.” He repeats plot points as often as he repeats a Mills Brothers tune on the soundtrack.  

Without believing in this movie, one believes in Winslet. She’s as humid a Technicolor anti-heroine as ever seethed in a slip, lit through stormclouds of cigarette smoke. And the open ending is so brave that it makes Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri look over-determined.

Music: Miles to Go

Bay Area alt-folk string band The Brothers Comatose has never been bound by tradition. After eight years, countless tours and three acclaimed albums, Petaluma natives and brothers Ben and Alex Morrison, along with fellow band members Gio Benedetti, Philip Brezina and Ryan Avellone, are changing the formula in 2017, putting their efforts into a series of strategically released singles—including...

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Food & Drink: Snowball Season

With so much interest these days in gluten-free products, it’s still surprisingly difficult to find baked treats that actually taste good. Many are too sweet or don’t have the feel in the mouth and texture that most of us expect from our favorite baked foods. Fortunately Heather Hardcastle’s Flour Craft Bakery in downtown San Anselmo gets it right. The landscape-designer-turned-pastry-chef...

Upfront: Wastewater Land

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Feature: The Year in Review

Twenty seventeen may go down as the Year of Venting Spleen (and not just because “spleen” rhymes with “seventeen”), but because of media events such as the December 12 USA Today editorial which led with the observation that a president who would all but call New York Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand a whore is unfit to clean toilets in the...

Hero & Zero: You’re Forgiven & Crimes Against Seniors

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Hero: Do you hang your head in shame every time you pass a library? How long overdue is that book sitting on your nightstand? Well, Marinites, you’ll soon stand proud again, because the 10 branches of the Marin County Free Library (MCFL) are forgiving your late fees. Director Sara Jones said that her staff hopes to retrieve some long-lost...

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Advice Goddess

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Q: I’m a woman, and I recently made a new professional connection—a man who’s excited about my work. We’re planning on doing a big important project together. I’m worried that he’s interested in me romantically (based on a few things he’s said). I’m not interested in him in that way. What’s the right thing to say to get that...

This Week in the Pacific Sun

This week in the Pacific Sun, our cover story, 'Olema, Olema' is the tale of a post-post-hippie traveling through the sleepy village of Olema. On top of that, we've got a piece on the GOP's "California problem,” a story on dual purpose cows raised for organic dairy and beef, a conversation with actors from the new film 'I, Tonya' and...

Film: Wheel on Fire

On the bright side, the new Woody Allen film Wonder Wheel has the finest cinematography, in the form of Vittorio Storaro’s gorgeously lurid display of Kate Winslet as a woman on fire. Hair dyed to the scarlet side of strawberry blonde, Winslet’s Ginny basks in the mercury-colored neon glow of the Coney Island attractions. She lives there in a...
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