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The city’s godawful computer problem

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Mission Local has a stunning report on a Board of Supervisors Public Safety Committee meeting, at which the supes tried to sort out the mess that is the city’s 14-year project to combine all public safety computer systems. Check it out:


Fourteen years later, there are still no answers as to when the project will be completed. And there’s no answer to another big question, as well: At a meeting of the city’s Public Safety Committee on Thursday, Deputy City Administrator Linda Young told Supervisor David Chiu that she is not even sure what the project’s current budget is.


“This is unacceptable,” said Chiu.


And:


Supervisor David Campos, also on the committee, chimed in, asking if Young had a timeline for the project’s completion.


Young looked beseechingly at the group of JUSTIS staff members standing behind her. None of them spoke.


“No,” she said, finally.


Not a pretty picture.

OneTaste opens orgasm pop-up shop

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Yes, you read that correctly. And no, they’re not providing customers with afternoon delights. OneTaste‘s “orgasm store” has academic goals: instructing the masses on how to please a woman based on Slow Sexa book by OneTaste’s founder Nicole Daedone. It’s kind of like that ancient proverb: Give a man (or woman) a fish and he eats for a day. Teach ’em to fish and she’ll cum again, and again, and again. 

The heart of Daedone’s goal is simple: spreading the should-be obvious notion that every woman deserves super-amazing orgasms. Unfortunately a lot of ladies and their partners don’t know how to make this happen. Daedone’s attentive approach is simple: combat ADD, settle the mind, and get all parties focused on the task at hand so the explosive ending happens organically. 

If you have yet to read Daedone’s book or if you’ve poured thousands into an orgasmic meditation retreat with her OneTaste empire, the pop-up shop is a great, free alternative. The former Loehmann’s on the corner of Sutter and Kearny will be home to the Orgasm shop for one month and besides glorifying the book, the space invites everyone inside for a daily to-do list of interactive options. 

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From the “Orgasm Genius Bar” to the opportunity to record a 30 second confession about what your vagina wants in the “Desire Booth,” this shop insists you contemplate your sexual fulfillment and then chat about it. Even the walls beg for input. Covered in the scribble-in-the-blank statement “Orgasm Is …,” from ceiling to floor, guests can chalk-in their personalized definition.

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The space also offers yoga classes, lunch hour discussions, happy hours and workshops like “Orgasm Is…Not Just for Younguns! Tips and Tools for Savvy Seniors” and “Behind the Scenes of the 15 minute Orgasm: A Meet Up for 4-Hour Body Fans.” Of course Daedone also pops into the store once a day for the promotional stuff, like readings and book signings, offering a motivational glimpse into her Turned-On Woman movement, probably similar to her TED talk.

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Even if you have your “regular sex” climax on lock, walking into an orgasm pop-up on your lunch hour could be inspiration for some after-work activities and it makes for a great Four Square check-in. Plus, free TCHO chocolate.

 

Project “Orgasm Is…,” 

June 22- July 18

Open daily 11 a.m. to 7 p.m (until 9 p.m. on Wednesdays and Thursdays)

211 Sutter, SF

www.onetaste.us

SFBG Radio: Is Rupert Murdoch done?

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In today’s episode, we talk about the future of media kingpin Rupert Murdoch, who just agreed to shut down his flagship British paper over charges of phone hacking. Is the News of the World really dead? Will it re-emerge as some other creature? Is the tabloid world of the press baron on the edge of collapse? Check out the discussion after the jump. 

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Art spotlight: D Young V’s post-Babylon transmutations

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What’s the story behind a work of art? You could make like that bammer guy at the gallery opening and schmooze the into a corner artist, force them to tell you the story behind every single piece when they should be taking shots and turning up in paparazzi photos — or you could just hang with us. We asked SF wheatpaste artist D Young V what the deal was behind his “Make An Effort” show opening at White Walls on Sat/9. Turns out, he’d reimagined what his buddies would be doing after the City By the Bay went Mad Max on us. Post apocalyptic bike messengers? We’ll let him tell you himself.

San Francisco Bay Guardian: We’re intrigued by the artist statement — you asked San Franciscans to imagine themselves post-apocalypse? Explain?   

DYV: (This is about the piece you see on this post) Aaron is a Tenderloin-based fine artist and extremely talented graphic designer. We’ve worked together on a number of occasions. He is one of the friendliest people I have ever met, and also an avid bicycle rider. The “A.C.S.” on his helmet stands for Armed Courier Services. This is sort of a rogue group of messengers in this world that handle the delivery of information, mail, packages, and the transportation of people through neigborhoods and cities (for the right price). They are an armed force that has taken on the roles of bike messenger, post office, and sometimes private security. They are more like a mercenary group or extremely organized militia, but also a necessary part of the city’s movement and traffic of information and goods. I thought Aaron would be a good candidate for this piece due to his bike riding and extremely high level of organization. I wanted to get his unique personality [to come out] through the piece as well. Despite the fact that he is holding an Uzi over his shoulder, he appears very approachable and friendly. Though nobody would be aware of this but Aaron and I, the color of the arrows represents the color of his helmet in real life. I am intrigued by his helmet and wanted to incorporate it somehow in the piece, if only symbolically. The handprint on the botton of his piece is his.

 

“Make An Effort: New Works by D Young V”

Through July 30

Opening reception: Sat/9 7-11 p.m., free

White Walls

835 Larkin, SF

(415) 931-1500

www.whitewallssf.com

Is Ed Reiskin the new MTA chief?

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It sure looks like it. And he could be the new Muni boss by the end of the week.


Which is not necessarily a bad thing — Reiskin’s well liked around City Hall, the bicyclists and alternative transport people think he’s a decent choice and he’s certainly run a big, complex city agency. But he’s never run a big transit agency — and that’s a very different experience from managing the Department of Public Works.


Sup. John Avalos, who is running for mayor, told me he thinks the MTA ought to take its time and look around a bit. “Nothing against Reiskin, but I think it’s important we make the most thorough effort to find the best person to fun this critical city department,” he said.


But from what I hear, Reiskin’s close to a lock. I just hope the MTA knows better than to offer him one of those five-eyar contracts with a rich buy-out provision. Look how well that worked last time.

Tom Ammiano and Brad Pitt

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That’s just the headline to get your attention. Actually, Tom made a great, impassioned speech on the floor of the state Assembly about Sen. Mark Leno’s SB 48, which would mandate that school textbooks include information on the historic role of LGBT people in the development of California. Seems like a no-brainer, but some of the Republicans were pretty awful about it, and there was a fair amount of talk about “sexual preference.”


So up stands Ammiano, who urges his colleagues: “Don’t live in a bubble and encourage me to live a lie because you aren’t confortable. …. I don’t want to be invisible in a textbook. I will not be erased.


“This is about education, about leveling the playing field. This isn’t about trivialization of a very important issue, a life-death issue for so many of us.


“And while I’m at it, let me correct something: My sexual orientation is gay. My sexual preference is Brad Pitt.”


One of the many reasons we love Tom.


Check out the video here.  Tom’s speech is at about 1:25.


The bill passed, 49-25.


 

Hot weather didn’t melt much snow

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The recent California heat wave has not brought with it a flood of icy water from the snow packed Sierra’s, and experts say the snow should instead melt off at a slow, gradual rate in the coming months.

Hydrologists initially worried about the excess snowfall that accumulated in late May and is still intact at higher elevations. Over the past month, though, their fears have eased as any flooding was minor and localized to back country creeks.

“Everything’s been controlled and very manageable,” said Mark McLaughlin, a Tahoe weather historian and writer with Mic Mac Media. “None of the worst case scenarios have happened.”

In the Central Sierra region snow pack conditions are 205 percent of normal and statewide conditions are 200 percent of normal, according to the California Department of Water Resources.

McLaughlin said any major flooding would be the result of “widespread, prolonged heavy rains” rather than a heat wave, and that it would most likely happen during the winter.

In the winter of 1997, reservoirs were filled to capacity and there had been six feet of snow fall when a storm brought 20 inches of rain to the area and flooded the San Joaquin River Basin.

Randall Osterhuber, a researcher and manager at the UC Berkeley Central Sierra Snow Lab, said reservoir managers have to keep a close watch on water levels. They can’t release too much water for fear of losing their reserves, but also can’t hold too much in case of an influx like in 1997.

“That’s the real challenge,” said Osterhuber.

Could CA really, actually end the death penalty?

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I don’t know. Maybe not this year. But we’re getting a lot closer — and in the end, it’s not coming down to morality or cruelty or effectiveness but to money.


State Sen. Loni Hancock of Berkeley had a hearing July 7 on the issue, and has a bill to replace death sentences with sentences of life without parole. Honestly? It’s the same thing right now, for all practical purposes — the number one cause of death on Death Row is old age. The whole process is so (necessarily) lengthy and expensive that it just doesn’t work. And it’s costing the taxpayers a fortune.


Wouldn’t it be odd if, after all these years people like me have spent talking about the inhumanity, unfairness and grisly brutality of the death penalty, it fiscal conservative argument carried the day and we stopped executions to save money? But hell, I’ll take it.

The Performant: Meme trope traditions

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Taking in the San Francisco Mime Troupe’s “2012: The Musical”

Even the most anarchic, atheistic, or contrarian among us deserve the comfort of a few holiday traditions, whatever the season — and come the Fourth of July weekend you’ll find a kindred crowd hundreds strong camped out in the lower quadrant of Dolores Park. Unusually for Independence Day frolics, the focus is not on the consumption of grilled foodstuffs or blowing things up (fine traditions both), but on the opening of the latest San Francisco Mime Troupe show. Although the largest crowds typically show up for the official opening, always scheduled for the glorious Fourth, the preview performances are also well-attended, and it’s not unusual for folks to pick a preferred date that remains constant for years on end. And no matter how fog-bound the holiday itself, somehow the Mime Troupe opening miraculously manages to fall on one of the sunniest weekends of the year, proof perhaps of some insidious cosmic intervention, either on behalf of the Mimes or the ‘Murkins.


Politicized street theatre will always have a rather niche appeal, but the Mime Troupe nonetheless packs parks and indoor venues all over California, and in years past, the nation, with its signature brand of comedic-leftist-satire-with-song-and-dance-routines. For many San Franciscans it may sometimes feel like they’re preaching to the choir, but as anyone who’s ever seen The Reverence Billy on a roll can attest, sometimes the choir needs preaching to same as anyone else. And when it comes to the Mime Troupe, they don’t just talk a good game, but do their best to abide by it. In addition to “overthrowing capitalism one musical comedy at a time,” the Mime Troupe operates as a multi-racial, multi-generational collective, and it’s actually thanks to them, defendants of a little-remembered obscenity case in the 1960s, that theatre companies can perform uncensored in the parks of San Francisco today. Not that there’s anything particularly obscene about this year’s offering—“2012, The Musical”—where the only affront to public decency are the villainous corporate green-washers written into the script.
 
So here’s where it begins. A sunny Saturday in the park. Picnickers and space hoarders arriving hours early to ensure a good seat on the grass. By noon the Troupe is working out last-minutes staging kinks and sound mix, as eager, unaffiliated petition-bearers circulate the area. This year’s theme combines the personal (struggling radical theatre company looking for funding) with the political (when they find it, where is it really coming from, plus a side-plot involving an incompetent Senator running for President at the behest of the Rand Corporation). In keeping with the 2012 trope, a play-within-the-play is staged complete with spandex-clad denizens from the future, mad scientists Nostradamus, and a befeathered Mayan priest. But for the Mimes, it’s the memes they help disseminate that impact most. Self-determined collectivism. Radical inclusion. Art for people not for profit. The uncensored, uncensured use of public space. And an unabashed fealty for showtunes.
 
Through September 25,
Various locations
Free
(415) 285-1717
www.sfmt.org

Hot sexy events: July 6-12

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Good news this week’s gang: Femina Potens has found a new brick and mortar gallery! The sex-positive, high-art fetish org will be moving out to Cesar Chavez between Mission and Valencia, high times for those of us in favor of artsy bondage nights and feminist porn-o-rama. We’ll keep you posted as this story progresses… now onto the sex events!

 

Feelmore510 erotic film night

Didja catch our recent profile of Oakland’s dopest new sex toy store? Certainly worth a trip to downtown Oak-town, so why not make it tonight for owner Nena Joiner’s screening of blue films. Tonight’s theme is vintage – maybe it’ll get you all stoked for next week’s YBCA retro porn festival?

Weds/13 7:30-9 p.m., free

Feelmore510 

1703 Telegraph, SF

(510) 891-0199

www.feelmore510.com


Pink 

Oh man, you’re all dressed up in your marabou finery, you’re at Mission Control, there’s a sexy cat or Dorothy or mermaid sitting across the room giving you the come-hither gaze – and you freeze. Don’t worry, times like these just call for a workshop. You can get that before you hit this week’s Pink play party at the regular pre-party class, which this time around features Martha Baczynski teaching you the fine art of the swinger come-on. Just remember, you gotta bring a “responsible partner” to Pink.

Pre-workshop 9-10:15 p.m.

Play party 10 p.m.-3 a.m., $30 for both, members only

Mission Control 

www.missioncontrolsf.org


Screwup

Guess what trannies, genderqueers, and the like: you now have your very own coffee meet-and-greet! Hie thee hence to Wicked Grounds, where you will find not only a gender-nuetral bathroom, but a roomful of fun, interesting, sexy folks who defy the gender binary that persists in asking: coffee or tea? at SF’s S-M cafe extraordinaire. 

Sat/9 7-9 p.m., free

Wicked Grounds 

289 Eighth St., SF

(415) 503-0405

www.wickedgrounds.com

 

11th Annual South Bay Kink Ride

Board your choppers and bring your appetite – this South Bay tradition takes you to that most suburban of restaurants, to a small park for singetail slingin’, and then out through the Santa Cruz Mountains – and lunch, of course. Perfect for those who enjoy the feel of fresh air whipping by their sexy loins. And whips, of course. 

Sun/10 9 a.m. breakfast, 10:30 ride, free except for cost of food

Marie Callender’s

18500 Sutter, Morgan Hill

www.soj.org/calendar

 

Naked Girls Eating

The gang — Lady Monster, Carol Queen, Cherry Galette, Ophelia Coeur de Noir, and Isis Starr from Naked Girls Reading is back — and they’ve brought snacks. This month, the rude nudes will be orating from tales of delectable food porn — and all the while you can feast on their bodacious bods and treats from SF’s own BDSM coffeeshop, Wicked Grounds. Delicious!

Sun/10 8-10 p.m., $15-20

Center for Sex and Culture

1349 Mission, SF

(415) 552-7399

www.sexandculture.org

 

 

 

“Fabulous Fellatio: The Art of Oral Sex” and “Petting the Kitty: Cunnilingus and Female Massage”

Megan Andelloux‘s gotta have a great mouth. The sexpert is teaching not one, but two nights that’ll teach all comers the art of going downtown on their Charlie Brown (and Lucy). Hetero couples: going to one and not the other? Not fun at all, make it a two-fer and everyone goes home happy! 

Fellatio: Mon/11 6:30-8:30 p.m., $20-25

Petting: Tues/12 6:30-8:30 p.m., $20-25

Good Vibrations

1620 Polk, SF

(415) 345-0500

www.goodvibes.com 

 

Competing claims mark the final pension reform ballot push

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Public Defender Jeff Adachi held a press conference on the steps of City Hall this afternoon, talking about how his pension reform measure is on track to qualify for the November ballot, calling for the Board of Supervisors to strengthen a rival measure so he can drop his, and wielding a series of colorful charts showing how his measure would save the city far more money.

But those involved with crafting the measure that has come out of City Hall – including Mayor Ed Lee and Sup. Sean Elsbernd – tell the Guardian that Adachi is misrepresenting the numbers in a way that amounts to lying, and that he’s employing a legally risky strategy that could either sink pension reform for the year or set a troubling legal precedent that diminishes the vested rights of all public employees.

The conflict – with its complex claims and counter-claims and dizzying array of big numbers derived from speculative actuarial tables and predictions of future economic realities – offers a preview of what is likely to be a bruising yet bewildering battle if both measures make the ballot.

“We have to have real reform,” Adachi told assembled journalists and activists. “If we had real reform coming from this building, City Hall, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

But Elsbernd and Lee each told us that the event had more to do with grabbing headlines with sensational yet misleading claims during the final six days of signature-gathering than it did with Adachi’s claim that his measure will save $138 million annually by 2014-15 compared to a $84 million in the city’s plan.

“It is critical people understand the difference in these costs,” Adachi said.

Lee called the event “weak antics in trying to get a headline,” and said, “His claims are false.” Elsbernd said he spoke with Adachi on the phone for an hour yesterday trying to convince him that his fiscal claims were wrong, but to no avail. “Facts don’t seem to matter to him anymore,” Elsbernd said. “He’s not playing straight with the facts.”

Two issues are central to Adachi’s claims of a big cost savings: his plan’s requirement that employees pay more into their pensions without the city’ plan’s promise of lessening that burden during good years – which city officials say is legally dubious because it simply takes away something to which current employees are entitled to under their contracts – and the deal that the city cut last week with public safety unions to give them the 4 percent raise they were scheduled to receive this year but to increase their pension contributions by a similar amount.

“It’ll cost taxpayers even more than the amount of the raise,” Adachi argued, wielding charts and figures to show that the higher pension payouts due to the increased salaries of cops and firefighters will cost the city $45 million over the next 10 years, and as much as $381 million by 2042.

But Elsbernd said that the raises were part of a contract approved back in 2007 and can’t be just unilaterally taken away. “The raises have been incorporated into pension projections,” Elsbernd said, accusing Adachi of essentially double-counting them in his calculations. “He’s saying this action increases the costs, and that’s just wrong. This deal lowers those costs.”

When we asked Adachi about that point during the press conference, he argued that in these dire fiscal times, all public employee contracts should be renegotiated from scratch and therefore his fiscal claims were correct. “Why should we be talking about a 4 percent raise for anyone when we’re cutting basic services?” Adachi asked.

But simply invalidating approved contracts puts Adachi’s measure on shaky legal ground, Elsbernd said. But it’s ground that the wealthy funders of Adachi’s measure are anxious to plow because if the measure survives a legal challenge, it will weaken the ability of current employees to get the benefits they were promised.

“He wants to challenge the issue of vested rights, and in the end, that’s what this is about,” Elsbernd said, noting that if Adachi’s measure gets more votes and is invalidated, as he thinks it will be by the courts, than the city’s pension problem gets worse as the solution gets pushed back a year.

Adachi claimed during the press conference that he has privately been offered support by some union leaders who are attracted to the big cost savings and what it would mean to the city’s future fiscal health, but he wouldn’t name them or indicate whether they will go public at some point. But Lee said Adachi is just desperately looking for allies.

“He’s looking for someone to support his view of this, but we’re very confident that our proposal is better,” Lee told us, noting how important it was to develop the measure with input and help from the unions. “We’ve done it the right way. You do it with people, not to people.”

But Elsbernd also said Adachi’s pushing of pension reform last year and again this year is a big factor in the union givebacks that the city has received: “We would not be in the place we are with labor if not for Jeff Adachi.”

The board is set to consider the city plan next week, while Adachi says he has 60,000 signatures and plans to gather 5,000 more by the deadline of Monday at 5 pm, which should be enough meet the threshold of about 47,000 valid signatures.

The faces of High Sierra

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All photos by Erik Anderson

Consider the camping festival. A chance for music, art, and recreational drug use fans to slough off the shackles of outrageous office jobs in the summertime and head out for the hills, to engage in traditional Mardi Gras mode where playing is your job, three concurrent stages of live music is the norm, and everyone — everyone! — has the residue of somebody’s glitter in their facial hair (and they all have facial hair).

Such was the 2011 High Sierra Music Festival in Quincy, Calif. — can you tell it was a good time?

High Sierra, I’ve always thought, is one of the most manageable festivals out there. It’s not too big — but not too small (typically, it hosts about 10,000 happy campers). It’s far enough from the city that you feel like you’ve achieved something when you round that last bend of the Feather River into the clear night of the Sierras, but you can still get out there if you leave mid-afternoon from the Bay.

Most importantly (unless like me you like to spend these weekends shooting the shit with friends you only get to see come festival-time), the music is supremely varied — Maceo Parker’s soul jazz rocked the main grandstand in the Saturday afternoon gleam and then the gleamy-eyed Sunday night late night party. Electronic beat maker Emancipator zoomed prettily through a Blackalicious remix that made the post-Dawes and Diego’s Umbrella-klezmer-power-surge crowd sink into a deep groove at the Vaudeville stage. Local boys Soft White Sixties brought the rock, Morning Jacket and Ween headlined, Sunset Productions‘ Silent Frisco silent disco — which will make an Outside Lands appearance this year — provided essential (lack of) background music for the dawn games of kickball in the shady grove, small impromptu sessions sprang up in every camping zone and bend in the dirt paths by the vendors and late night venues, and the kid’s stage — well hell, Dead-style environmental educators Banana Slug String Band killed it, per usual.

But hey, every music festival’s got music — and you can peep all these bands in the Youtube links I just shared with you. What you can’t catch on Youtube is the baby balancing on his dad’s outstretched palm (gonna be a surfer!), the impromptu high fives after the Samba Stilt Circus, parachute parties, and the innertube suspenders that some lucky man was still wearing after taking the customary HSMF break to dunk into the freezing cold mountain waters. 

So lucky us, photographer Erik Anderson’s sharing his flicks to those effects. You’re officially invited to clear your mind, click through the slideshow above, and pretend you spent your Fourth of July weekend with us. 

 

The BART shooting: Fishier and fishier

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BART’s official account of the latest shooting — and the assertion that the officers acted properly — is starting to look more and more dubious.


Props to the Bay Citizen’s Zusha Elinson for getting the first real break on the case — an interview with a witness who says the man who got shot wasn’t running or lunging toward the cops, that he didn’t seem to pose an immediate threat, and that the shooting may not have been justified:


Hollero said that from her view of the incident, police officers should “absolutely not” have shot the man, who she said “just looked like a drunk hippie.”


That’s the kind of information that will be key to the investigation — was this guy just a drunk with a knife who could have been restrained without lethal force? Or was he an immediate threat to the lives of the cops?


One of the nice things about having some journalistic competition in town is that it drives reporters to go beyond the official statements. When I covered the Jerrold Hall shooting in 1992, nobody from the Chronicle or its (then) sister paper, the Examiner, lifted a finger to challenge what BART was saying.


This time around, after all the bad publicity BART has been getting from police shootings — and with more reporters covering the story — BART’s not going to be able to keep a cover-up going. (In fact, I’m surprised nobody’s come forward yet with a cell-phone video of the shooting; if you’ve got one, call me). At some point all of this will come out — and the more BART tries to pretend everything is just fine, the worse the agency is going to look.


Obviously, there has to be a full investigation here, by the SFPD,  the BART Police and BART’s new civilian review operation. And the officers involved shouldn’t be disciplined until all the facts are in and the various agencies come to their various conclusions.


But opening some of this up to the public now won’t hinder the inquiry; if anything, more discussion will bring more witnesses forward. That’s why BART absolutely needs to release the security video feed from the station, make the initial police reports public and stop stonewalling reporters.


There may be — may be – a valid legal reason for BART to refuse to release information on the case; the California Public Records Act gives some latitude to police agencies involved in ongoing investigations. But there’s nothing in any law that says the material MUST be confidential; BART has full discretion to release that video.


It’s going to come out at some point anyway. Why wait? 

(Summer) Trash Lit: Adrenaline

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Adrenaline, by Jeff Abbott


Grand Central Publishing, 400 pages, $24.99


There’s a CIA agent who has a wife who also works for the CIA, and she’s seven months preggers with their kid, and life in the London Station is just dandy. Already a very bad sign: CIA agents with spouses and kids are prime fodder for thriller writers. It never works out. James Bond figured that out early, and since then, everyone else in the genre has fallen in love at his or her peril.


So naturally the wife gets kidnapped (or maybe she’s really a double agent) and the London CIA Station is blown up by a bomb that she might have planted (or maybe she didn’t) and our hero, agent Sam Capra, gets the full-on spook interrogation treatment, including all manner of fine drugs and devices, to see if he’s a traitor, too.


Of course, he’s entirely clueless. But by the time the manages to (maybe) convince CIA management that he doesn’t know where (or who) his wife is, he realizes it’s been nine months and the baby must have been born. So he sets off to find the kid, and the wife along the way, and the guy who either snatched her or hired her.


It’s a fun ride. Capra has to pretend he’s a smuggler who’s ready to steal counterfeit goods from Chinese gangs and reuse their trucks to get some nasty stuff into Great Britain. Much discussion of the modern underworld:


The postmodern criminal networks come together for a particular function — smuggling in ethnic laborers, muling heorin hidden inside televisions from China that were diverted first to ports in Pakistan, or setting up a train bombing to short-sell a transportation stock price. The cells are small and nimble, and they snap together and break into new shapes, like a child’s plane of tank or wall made from little plastic blocks. … When you cannot break a wall, you can shatter a single brick. I just needed to find the right brick.


In the weak tradition of this year’s top thrillers, there’s absolutely no sex. But Adrenaline does offer more than the usual amount of shooting, beating, and assorted personal violence:


[I] Found two Glock 9 mms, spare clips, silencers.


“What else do you need?”


“I have to fight a large number of people,” I said. “They will be heavily armed and I’ll be alone. So I guess I have to kill them all.”


You get the picture.


In the end, nothing is as it appears, the whole situation is a masterfully tangled mess that works its way through a string of bars in Europe and winds up with an ending that makes it very clear this is just the start of a Capra series. Don’t get too drunk when you read it or you’l lose track; the twists and turns require a little more concentration than the typical beach novel. But that’s not a bad thing, and this one goes on my summer list.


 

CPMC to City: Drop Dead

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The astonishing cluelessness of the folks at California Pacific Medical Center continues.

In our last episode, CPMC’s chief, Dr. Warren Browner, announced to the City Planning Commission that the hospital had no interest in following the normal rules that apply to every developer planning a massive $2.5 billion project. Developers have to pay fees for transit and affordable housing. Nonprofits like CPMC are supposed to spend money on charity care. Nobody — not even the more moderate members of what is by no means an anti-development commission — was ready to accept Browner’s line.

And now the hospital chain has officially told San Francisco to go fuck itself. 

Sorry, Doc — this isn’t going to work.

IF Ed Lee has any integrity at all (and I hope and believe that he does) he’ll stick to his original position and demand a reasonable community benefits agreement that includes housing money, transit money, increased charity care and a commitment to keep St. Luke’s Hospital open in the Mission for the forseeable future. And he’ll tell the white coats and suits at CPMC that if they don’t want to do that, then San Francisco isn’t interested in their project.

CPMC can’t exactly pull up stakes and move: The Sutter affiliate makes its money by serving San Francisco residents (and working with San Francisco doctors who send insurance money into the hospital system). Go ahead, Dr. Browner — try to build in Brisbane. You’ll lose all your San Francisco patients — and all that Brown and Toland insurance money.

The activists at every level have made it pretty clear that they’re willing to work with CPMC and accept a gigantic project on the edge of the Tenderloin, on a street that already has terrible traffic and transit problems — but not without a solid, acceptable community benefits agreement. So the hospital crew is going to have to learn to work with San Francisco. 

 

 

 

 

 

After 31 years, the Red Vic says farewell

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You read it here yesterday: the gloomy news that the venerable Red Vic Movie House is officially closing shop July 25 (the theater’s 31st birthday). I caught up with Red Vic collective member Claudia Lehan today to talk about the rep house, whose signature red building has long been a Haight Street institution.

SFBG: There’ve been rumors for a little while that the Red Vic was in financial trouble. What ultimately led to the decision to close?

Claudia Lehan: We’ve known for awhile that it was coming, we just weren’t sure when to tell everybody. It’s this month because it’s our birthday, as you pointed out — July 25 — and we just thought that would kind of be a way to set a marker for ourselves for the closing.

SFBG: Was it just that not enough people were coming to the theater, that you weren’t selling enough tickets?

CL: Yeah, that’s kind of the bottom line, lack of attendance or lower numbers. It’s been a long, slow, steady decline. Then again, I worked last night and it was pretty busy for Vertigo. So it’s just hard to know, but if it’s not busy enough on a regular basis that we can make it a sustainable a business…

SFBG: It must have been pretty serious, since I remember from writing my article on the Red Vic’s 30th last year that the building is actually owned by a collective member, Jack Rix, and his wife, Betsy Rix, a former collective member and one of the Red Vic’s founders.

CL: Right. Yeah, it’s hard for them. There’s definitely no bad guys in this story. I know people are always like, “Is it your rent?” — and it’s obviously not. It is really hard for them, and I think they let us go quite a lot longer than is really sensible in order to, like, hit this marker of our birthday, which is really sweet.

SFBG: What’s the mood among the staff? You mentioned you were sad, but kind of ready, too.

CL: I think for us — we’ve been telling patrons who come in to see a movie, people are asking and we’re like, “Yeah, we are closing,” and it’s kind of like doing a bit of grief counseling. People who you tell are sometimes really sad about it. I think for us we’re sad but we’re kind of at the acceptance stage. But…it is a sad thing. We definitely don’t want to close, but it’s just sort of not realistic.

SFBG: What’s next for the Red Vic staff and space?

CL: I’ve been in grad school part-time for something completely unrelated to film, Chinese medicine. And [collective member] Sam Sharkey is still gonna be hosting The Room at the Clay [every second Saturday of the month at midnight, starting August 13]. I’m glad all the people who come out to enjoy The Room can continue, and Sam is a great host.

It’s pretty sure that our neighbors the Alembic are going to expand into what is now our lobby, and the auditorium is — there’s a few different ideas up in the air. I think Betsy is someone who is just very community-minded, and she wants to put something else in there that’s gonna have that spirit of the Red Vic. Something that’ll be good for the Haight, as well as San Francisco. So there’s a small chance that there’ll be a small screening room in the back, much smaller than the 140 seats we have now. It’ll be more of a community space. Sort of a multi-use space. And with the rest of the auditorium, she has a couple of different ideas, I’m not sure yet.

SFBG: The theater is saying farewell with Red Vic favorite Harold and Maude.

CL: Yeah, it’s a four-day run, and we’ll end on the 25th, and we’ll try to make the whole run special, and then see what happens on the 25th. I think it will be bittersweet. We’re trying to keep it a little bit positive, you know — kind of, “We’re so grateful we’ve been here for 31 years.” It’s pretty amazing that a collectively-run, single-screen theater survived for that long. We kept plugging away, but it’s kind of time.

SFBG: Well, you guys will definitely be missed…everyone I’ve talked to about it has been like, “Red Vic closing? Noooo!

CL: I know! But, I don’t want to have any tone of, like, pointing fingers at people. I think people are very nostalgic for movie theaters and bookstores, and these places where we love to hang out, but they don’t really turn out in the numbers they used to. It’s just a different world.

Appetite: Breaking bar news — MacGregor joins Jasper’s

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We’ve been anticipating the opening of Jasper’s Corner Tap & Kitchen (slated for late July/early August) in the former Ponzu space downtown. With news of Chef Adam Carpenter helming the “upscale tavern-inspired” kitchen and none other than Kevin Diedrich as Bar Manager (who you’ve heard me talk about since early Burritt Room days), it’s sure to be an exciting opening all around.

There’s breaking news on the bar side today that ups the ante even further. Brian MacGregor is another bartender who’s long been slaking our thirst with superb imbibements since his Jardiniere days. He’s just signed on with Jasper’s bar team, making it officially an all-star cast. His Locanda gig fell through a couple months ago, which was entirely their loss, but that paved the way for his new role at Jasper’s.

As Jasper’s is part of the Kimpton restaurant group, Kimpton’s Master Mixologist Jacques Bezuidenhout is helping create the cocktail menu, heavy on fresh purees and juices, and, of course, local produce. Both Diedrich and MacGregor have been named Bay Area “Bar Stars” by the San Francisco Chronicle in recent years, and with Bezuidenhout also involved, we can expect a stellar cocktail menu and execution.

Along with 18 international beers on tap and a wine list assembled by Master Sommelier Emily Wines, Chef Carpenter’s menu will offer a line-up of gourmet comfort with the likes of homemade pretzels (accompanied by smoked cheddar and beer fondue), and creative versions of fish n’ chips (with polenta crust) or bangers n’ mash (spicy beer sausage). Open all day, every day, this promises to be not only a welcome downtown dining option, but with all that talent behind the bar, a drinking destination.

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Dick Meister: Farm workers need drastic change

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No workers are more in need of union protection than the nation’s miserably treated farm workers. Yet a promising new effort to ease their path to unionization has been blocked by one of their former champions, Gov. Jerry Brown.

Brown was rightly hailed for signing, in an earlier term as governor, the 1975 law that granted farm workers in California the collective bargaining rights denied them nationwide. It’s the weapon farm workers must have if they are to escape poverty and the arbitrary and often harmful actions of grower employers.

But now, Brown has vetoed a bill sponsored by the United Farm Workers union, the UFW, that would have made it much easier for farm workers to unionize. Currently, they can be granted bargaining rights only if a majority working for a particular grower votes for unionization. The vetoed measure, the so-called Card-Check Bill, would have granted bargaining rights simply on the showing of union membership cards or petitions for union recognition signed by a majority of workers.

Farm workers, of course, are among our most important workers. They help feed us, after all. Their pay nevertheless averages less than $10,000 a year, and most lack employer-paid health care and other benefits. They work hard, frequently under the blazing sun, with few  – if any – rest breaks and without even such simple on-the-job amenities as fresh drinking water and toilets.

The UFW, which sponsored California’s 1975 law, has been trying for many years to remedy farm workers’ conditions by leading them in drives aimed at winning union contracts that promise them decent treatment and an effective voice in determining their wages, hours and working conditions.

 It’s not been easy for the UFW, even with the law in effect. Thanks mainly to employer intimidation and high worker turnover, the union has been able to sign up only a small part of California’s farm labor force and to win only a relatively few contracts from growers. But it’s an important start. Without the law, it would have been nearly impossible.

So why in the world did self-proclaimed farm worker advocate Jerry Brown veto the bill that would have strengthened the union rights granted farm workers in the bill he signed 36 years earlier?

Well, Brown didn’t say much, but did say he didn’t like the bill because it called for “drastic change.”  Which it did, of course. That, as Brown must know, is exactly what’s needed.

Requiring union rights to be granted only by elections gives growers a great opportunity to unfairly pressure workers into voting against unionization – and many take full advantage of the opportunity.

It’s common for growers faced with elections to require workers to attend meetings at which they rail against unions, threaten to fire union supporters and warn that they might have to go out of business if their farms are unionized, or at least greatly curtail operations and thus job opportunities.

“You’re talking about voting on the employer’s site, with foremen and supervisors making eye-contact with you after they’ve alluded to or flat out threatened you with the loss of your job or your housing,” notes a UFW vice president, Armando Elenes. “It takes a lot of strength to even vote.”

There’s plenty of evidence that employers do indeed put lots of pressure on workers to vote against unionization. UFW President Arturo Rodriguez notes, for example, instances of growers pulling guns on workers who were trying to organize.  That may seem exaggerated – but not to anyone who’s experienced the superheated grower-worker confrontation up close.

The UFW is not giving up the struggle for Card-Check recognition. The union will soon re-introduce the Card-Check bill in Congress with the strong backing of the nation’s labor leaders. Some of them call it the single most important labor bill in the country this year.

It certainly is for farm workers and should be for workers in other industries throughout the country who also seek Card-Check rights, and for anyone who wants decent treatment for those whose vital work helps put food on our tables.

 

Dick Meister is co-author of “A Long Time Coming: The Struggle to Unionize America’s Farm Workers” (Macmillan). He can be reached through his website, www. dickmeister.com.

 

Na Nach-ing on (rave) heaven’s door

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In this week’s Super Ego nightlife column, I get all excited about the Na Nach subsect of Hasidic Jewish followers of the Rebbe Nachman of Breslov. The Na Nach embrace an endearing philosophy of ecstatic dancing in the streets (via their brightly colored vans) as a form of worship, equal parts Sufi whirling dervish and 1990s trance party. They also have a very active Web presence.

In the past couple of months, everyone from the Jewish Daily Forward to Vice Magazine has taken notice. Since dancing around crazily as a form of spiritual practice is basically my life, I’m less interested in the not-so-unexpected intersection of Jewish mysticism and raving in the streets. Over-the-top Orthodox Jewish men’s wedding dancing is, after all, one of those wonderfully bizarre and irresistible human cultural treasures, no matter what you may think of conservative religious practices. (Needless to say, there are no female Na Nach dancers in evidence.)

No, what mostly interests me is the charming — and sometimes really well-produced — homemade trance and electro music that accompanies the Na Nach dancers. And of course the inevitable gay parody. 

Below are some videos featuring Na Nach that give you some flavor of the dancing and the music. At the end, there’s a special treat from the great Tel Aviv gay club Arisa, whose slickly produced, hilariously parodic video flyers have been causing a sensation on the homo Web. Enjoy, and let these remind you to get outside and dance around a bit in this beautiful weather!

Na Nach renegades

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jL17-69b5yA&NR=1

Cosmic Na Nach groove

Dubbed out Na Nach psy-trance

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZX_yiy1ycQ

Funky Na Nach

The comedy TV parody

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DC_Jrw2X9Tw

The gay party parody from Arisa

 

A cheap shot at Tom Ammiano

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Elizabeth Lesly Stevens has done some good work on the insanity of Prop. 13. Check out this, and this, and this — all of which say, more or less, that rich people are getting a great deal under the tax law, and aren’t paying their share.


Correct. Well said. Good points.


So why did she decide to take a cheap shot at the one local politician who’s actually trying to do something about it?


A column that ran in the New York Times July 3 talks about Assemblymember Tom Ammiano, who is leading an effort to reform the worst parts of Prop. 13 — the loopholes that allow commercial property to avoid reassessment, costing the state and local government tens of millions of dollars or more a year.


And what does Stevens, who based on her past writing clearly agrees this is a problem, have to say? Well, she says Ammiano is courageous for taking on the issue — then tweaks him for having a low, Prop. 13-protected assessment on his own house in Bernal Heights:


Yet the feisty Mr. Ammiano is quiet as a church mouse about altering the residential protections of Proposition 13 — of which he is a signal beneficiary.


Mr. Ammiano, who is also a comedian, pays just $530 a year in taxes on the Bernal Heights home he has owned since 1974. As far as the city and Proposition 13 are concerned, his house is worth $45,600. Zillow estimates its current worth at $645,000. At that value, the tax would be about $7,500.


That’s all perfectly true. It’s also true that Ammiano is (a) not rich and (b) has spoken for years of the need to reform all of Prop. 13, not just the commercial loophole he’s going after right now. I’ve known Ammiano a long time — and I can tell you that, since the days he was on the San Francisco School Board in the 1990s, he has consistently favored amending Prop. 13, including the residential benefits that he now enjoys.


So he hasn’t been “quiet as a church mouse.” He’s been pretty loud, for a pretty long time.


He also knows, as does Stevens, that repealing Prop. 13 entirely is a political nonstarter. Not going to happen. Too bad, but even talking about it is a waste of time right now. So Ammiano’s going after the only reform he has a chance of winning — and, by the way, attacking the most outrageous loophole.


I don’t think Stevens meant this to be a hit piece or anything; she, and her editors, are just fascinated by this strange law we Californians call Prop. 13. But when I read her piece, what I got out of it was: Here’s a guy who wants to make other people pay more taxes — but he’s not going to do anything about his own tax breaks. I just don’t think that’s terribly true, or terribly fair.


(By the way, Stevens is on vacation with her family, and, as is her usual practice, didn’t want to comment. She just said people can make their points in the comments section of her piece.)

Editorial: Mayor Lee’s budget deal

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The way the daily newspapers are presenting it, the budget that Mayor Ed Lee and the Board of Supervisors Budget and Finance Committee negotiated represents a new era of civility and cooperation at City Hall. The committee, after marathon negotiations, approved the $6.8 billion deal unanimously. Both sides called it a good process and a good result.

And indeed, by any standard, the way Lee worked with community groups was a huge breakthrough. After 16 years of essentially being cut out of the process under mayors Willie Brown and Gavin Newsom, the stakeholders — the people who provide the essential city services — were actually at the table. And the final blueprint isn’t as bad as it could be.

But it’s still a budget that does nothing to restore the roughly $1 billion of General Fund cuts over the past five years, that seeks no new taxes from big business or the wealthy, and that includes spending on a new Police Academy class that even the mayor doesn’t think the city needs.

And from the start, the mayor and his staff were absolutely determined to privatize security at the city’s two big public hospitals — even when it makes no political or fiscal sense.

The privatization plan was the centerpiece of what became a 13-hour shuttle diplomacy session, as staffers and supervisors sought to reach a deal they could all accept. The Mayor’s Office — particularly Steve Kawa, the chief of staff — put immense pressure on the committee members to accept a plan to replace deputy sheriffs with private security guards at San Francisco General and Laguna Honda hospitals. In the grand scheme of things, the $3 million in projected savings wasn’t a huge deal — but the politics was unnecessarily bloody. It’s as if Lee and Kawa were determined to privatize something, whatever the cost.

In the end, Sup. Jane Kim deserves considerable credit for holding firm and refusing to accept the proposal — and since Sup. David Chiu went along with her, they joined Sup. Ross Mirkarimi as a three-vote majority on the five-member panel and shot it down.

Police Chief Greg Suhr pushed for funding for a new police academy class to train 35 officers at a cost of $3.5 million (that’s $100,000 a cop). “I don’t think the department has looked hard enough at how we deploy the existing officers,” Sup. John Avalos told us.

And some key issues are still up in the air — for example, whether the mayor will adequately fund public financing of the November campaigns. With at least eight serious candidates running for mayor (not counting Lee), and most of them looking for the public financing that will help level the playing field, the city’s going to have to come up with at least several million dollars. That’s critical to the fairness of the election.

The bottom line remains: This city has been deeply damaged by years of cuts. And the next budget needs to start with a plan to repair that.

 

 

Another BART Police shooting

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It’s still too soon to determine whether the latest BART Police shooting was legit. There were witnesses. There’s station security video. Maybe the victim really was attacking the officers with a knife and a broken bottle. Maybe he was drunk. Maybe something else was going on.


But given BART’s horrible record on police shootings (even before the Mehserle case), this one ought to be investigated and debated in as open a manner as possible.


And already, the cone of silence has descended. BART public affairs says the station video won’t be released. The San Francisco Police Department, which is also investigating, won’t release any documents or information, the Public Affairs Office tells me.


I’m already dubious. Technically, it might be legal for a cop to shoot a man who has a knife — but is shooting a drunk guy really necessary? How much of a threat was he, really? Were there other ways to subdue him?


The BART Board ought to be asking these questions, too — in public. Because right now, I suspect I’m not the only one who doesn’t trust anything that BART administration or the BART Police say.


This is going to be a major test of how the new BART police oversight policy works. And since Step One is rebuilding the public’s trust, the typical secrecy has to end.