San Francisco city lawyers head back to court in the morning, trying to persuade the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals to set aside last week’s court ruling that the city can’t require employers to help pay for Healthy San Francisco. It’s disgraceful that the Golden Gate Restaurant Association challenged the employer mandate on this innovative plan to provide universal access to health care, the product of a compromise between Sup. Tom Ammiano and Mayor Gavin Newsom (a former GGRA member and the later beneficiary of the group’s political support).
But then again, there’s plenty of disgrace to go around here, and plenty of chances for San Francisco political leaders to fix the situation. You see, the judge ruled that the city plan violated the federal Employee Retirement Income Security Act, which prohibits cities and states from demanding more of employers than the federal government has been willing to do. It’s similar to a federal law that prohibits California from enacting tougher fuel efficiency standards than the feds require. In both cases, the laws favor corporate profits and convenience over reasonable labor and environmental standards.
It’s probably not likely that the 9th Circuit will tomorrow rule that the city can make employers pay their fair share for Healthy San Francisco pending appeal. But the last time I checked, wasn’t the Speaker of the House from San Francisco? If the courts rule that good city and state policies keep running afoul of bad federal laws, maybe it time to do something about those bad federal laws. What do you say, Madame Speaker?
California
Unhealthy San Francisco
Editor’s Notes
› tredmond@sfbg.com
So you want the heartwarming Christmas story, and it almost happened: A 17-year-old girl in Los Angeles girl was dying of leukemia. She’d received a bone marrow transplant, and for some complicated and unexpected reason, her liver began to fail. The doctors at the University of California at Los Angeles Medical Center said she’d die without a liver transplant.
As it turned out, a liver was available and the operation could have gone forward except that the girl’s insurance company, Cigna, refused to pay. This set off a furor the California Nurses Association organized a protest, word got out on Daily Kos (thanks to blogger Eve Gittleson), and hundreds of people jammed Cigna’s phone lines, marched in front of company headquarters, and generally made such a stink that after 10 days of delay, on Dec. 20, the insurance giant caved and approved the operation.
But there’s no happy ending here: on Dec. 21, Nataline Sarkysian died. The nurses say that if she’d had the transplant as soon as possible, the outcome might have been different. I’m not a doctor and I wasn’t there, so I’m not going to wade into that one.
Here’s what I’m going to say:
Anyone who thinks it’s possible to reform our health care system while leaving these kinds of decisions in the hands of private, profit-seeking insurance companies needs a transplant of the cerebral cortex.
There are cases like this one all the time people who suffer because health insurance has become a big business that’s all about the bottom line. It’s not news that these big companies routinely reject valid claims and pay their employees bonuses based on how many people are denied health care.
There is no perfect way to provide health care for the entire population of the United States. Any structure that we create will by its nature be large and prone to bureaucratic snafus. There are always going to be limits on resources and hard decisions: Should an insurance pool cover liposuction for an actor who needs to lose 10 pounds for a starring role? (Probably not.) Should it pay for the same treatment for a morbidly obese person who is at risk of heart failure? (Probably so.) Should an 80-year-old person get a kidney transplant while a 23-year-old is left waiting? (I don’t know; do you?)
But I do know that if you leave those decisions in the hands of people who will make more money if they choose one path, then the path of one of the most important public policy issues in the nation will be selected on the basis of greed. That’s the fundamental flaw in our health care system.
I thought the comments of Rose Ann DeMoro, the head of the CNA, regarding the Sarkysian case were right on point. "Every politician who thinks the answer to our health care crisis is more insurance should stop and think about Nataline Sarkysian," DeMoro said. "Insurance is not care."
That’s exactly what’s wrong with the plan the governor and the State Assembly have passed.
Sure, it’s better to have people insured than uninsured. Universal insurance means fewer people getting very sick and dying for lack of primary care. It means fewer people jamming public hospital emergency rooms. But it doesn’t mean everyone’s going to get adequate or decent medical treatment not as long as health insurance is in the hands of people who consider it first and foremost a big business.
Iowa: young and old are caucusing with the stars
B3: Here is the Christmas Eve report from Carolyn Schmidt, our citizen journalist in Cedar Falls, Iowa. She will be reporting regularly up through and after the Thursday election. The key question remains: Will Iowans pick the president this time around?
By Carolyn Schmidt
Cedar Rapids, Iowa–The papers are so full of good stuff, I’ll give you some choices. It’s way more than you probably want to know.
Candidates are bringing in special guests to campaign with them these last few days. “West Wing” star Richard Schiff has been stumping with Joe Biden since Friday, and Martin Sheen, from the same show, is appearing with Bill Richardson. Hillary had the governor of Ohio with her for a few days.
Although his attack ads against Huckabee and McCain are still running on television, Romney has let up on his criticism of the other GOP candidates in person. Reminiscent of Howard Dean, for years ago, he’s saying, “I’m going to fight in Missouri, and Michigan, and South Carolina, and Florida, and California. I’m going to be all around the country making sure that if I get this nomination I’m not just a one-hit wonder.” Huckabee, on the other hand, is now hitting back at Romney, saying Romney is dishonest in his depiction of Huckabee and his policies. “If you get a job by being dishonest…how can you be trusted once you’re in that job?” Huckabee asks. (His audiences evidently haven’t reminded him that it’s been done before:)
Pork opera
› le_chicken_farmer@yahoo.com
CHEAP EATS Earl Butter was drinking rum and I was drinking whiskey. Earlier that day he had composed a song on the sidewalk, a sidewalk song, and it was perfectly pedestrian and wonderful. Guitar on lap on edge of bed, he figured out the chords and taught me my part.
He sang, deeply and feelingly, with an operatic, incrementally building pomp, "I want / To / Have / A pork sandwich!" And I went, in a fluty falsetto, "Lu lu lu."
Between sips we practiced and perfected our presentation of these two brilliant lines, or one brilliant line with an enigmatic postscript. And when I thought we’d gotten it down I said, "OK, I feel comfortable with it. What’s the next line?"
He said there wasn’t one, and what was I talking about? "’I want to have a pork sandwich.’ What more need be said?" he said. Lu lu lu.
Ah! It was a song about longing, a longing for pork no less, and it was over. Complete. Perfect. And downright farmerly in its simpleness. Perhaps more than anyone I know except maybe my old friend Bikkets, whose greatest imaginable worldly joy is to stomp on a cookie Earl Butter is tuned to the simple pleasures of life, the two simplest of which are, arguably: (1) a pork sandwich and (2) a one-line opera unambiguously expressing one’s desire for same.
Does it get any farmerlier than that? Oh, I would have liked a bigger role … what leading lady wouldn’t? As if reading my mind, Earl Butter came up with one. His face lit up as he hammered into his guitar. Clearly, this was an inspired moment. In addition to "Lu lu lu," I would now accompany him on the word "have."
So the song was reperfected thusly: "I want / To / HAVE / A pork sandwich! Lu lu lu."
I shouldn’t be letting you in on our creative process, I know. Earl Butter and I are both respected, published troubadours, with bands and albums, music publishing companies, BMI registration, and, every 10 years or so, a royalty check.
Another thing we have in common is a freezer full of soup. All poor people have one. Right? Well, assuming homefulness and electricity they do. Between my shameless scavenging skills and Earl’s all-out general charm, we are the recipients of more bones and meat scraps than most of the dogs in California put together.
A typical phone conversation between us goes like this:
Me: What are you making? Him: Soup. My neighbors gave me their turkey carcass. You? Me: Oh, soup too. I had a babysittingrefrigerator-cleaning gig yesterday.
Or another thing I’ll do is, I’ll go into a foofy food store and appear at the meat counter, barely visible under armloads of designer macaroni, p.c. coffee beans, free-range organic drinking water, imported small-press napkins, etc. I’ll ask after their Neiman Marcus beef, and then, while I’m deciding how many pounds of it to buy, suddenly remember that I also need chicken giblets, necks, and backs for some alternative-weekly performance piece I’m working on.
While they duck into the butchery to secure these to-them throwaway ingredients, I decide against the beef "for now" but they still don’t charge me for the scraps, because I’m such a good customer. "Next!"
Next-in-line steps forward, and I step around the place putting everything else back on its proper shelf, then check out with an onion and a carrot. This saves me the inconvenience of having to pick my soup out of their dumpster after hours, in the dark.
I told Earl about the ham bone I’d scored from a holiday party cleanup and the gallons of split pea soup I’d made with it did he want any? Sure; did I want to take home a carton of frozen turkey soup? Sure!
But I was too dark and it was too drunk to drive. Earl was in the kitchen. I made my bed in his closet but didn’t lie in it, because South Park came on. And Earl Butter came back with I kid you not two pork chop sandwiches, merry Christmas. *
My new favorite restaurant is Mama’s Royal Café. It’s quaint, it’s cool, it has good food and great booths, and it even offers salsa along with hot sauces a fresh tomato, carrot, and cilantro blend that saves the potatoes and doesn’t cost extra! Just forget about Mama’s on the weekend, unless you keep chicken-farmerly hours or enjoy standing in line.
MAMA’S ROYAL CAFÉ
Mon.Fri., 7 a.m.3 p.m.; Sat.Sun., 8 a.m.3 p.m.
4012 Broadway, Oakl.
(510) 547-7600
Takeout available
Beer/wine
Cash only
A lousy casino deal
OPINION After spending millions in campaign contributions, four of the state’s wealthiest and most powerful tribes Pechanga, Morongo, Agua Caliente, and Sycuan have cut themselves sweetheart deals for one of the largest expansions of casino gambling in United States history.
As a California Indian and vice-chairman of the American Indian Rights and Resources Organization, an organization working to protect the civil rights of Native Americans, I am deeply concerned that the deals on the February ballot Propositions 94, 95, 96, and 97 benefit four tribes at the expense of other tribes, the workers at these tribes’ casinos, and California taxpayers.
The big four tribes bring in huge profits from their existing casinos and spend heavily to influence state laws. Yet they are eager to deny California voters their right to decide this issue and have fought to keep these deals off the ballot and prevent the voters from having their say. Could it be that the big four tribes know their sweetheart deals may not hold up to voter scrutiny?
Here are a few reasons to vote no on Props. 94, 95, 96, and 97.
Labor unions oppose the measures because the deals would shower four wealthy tribes with billions in profits but fail to ensure the most basic rights for casino workers, including affordable health insurance. A study conducted by David Farris, a University of California at Riverside professor of economics, found that Agua Caliente’s health coverage is so expensive that 56 percent of the dependent children of casino workers are forced into taxpayer-funded health care programs.
In addition, the expansion of tribal gaming in California has seen an increase in the number of human and civil rights violations, especially within tribes that have gaming operations. These abuses have resulted in thousands of disenfranchised Indians being cut off from or denied health care benefits, elder benefits, education assistance, and other social services provided by their tribal governments.
Other tribes also oppose the deals. Just four of California’s 108 tribes would get control over one-third of the state’s Indian gaming pie. The deals would create dominant casinos that could economically devastate smaller tribes and local businesses. Moreover, the big four deals fail to adhere to the purpose and intent of previous gaming initiatives, which led California voters to believe there would be modest casino expansion and that Indian gaming would benefit all California Indians and taxpayers.
The big four deals would give these tribes an additional 17,000 slot machines. That’s more than all of the slots at a dozen big Las Vegas casinos. As a result, California would become home to some of the largest casinos in the world.
While the big four would make billions of dollars from these new deals, promises to taxpayers would fall short. The claims about the amount of money the state would get under these deals are wildly exaggerated, and the state’s independent, nonpartisan legislative analyst called the tribes’ figures unrealistic. In fact, under these deals the big four tribes themselves would determine how much revenue they would pay to the state.
Join labor unions, educators, public safety officials, tribes, taxpayers, senior groups, and civil rights and environmental organizations and vote no on 94, 95, 96, and 97. *
John Gomez Sr.
John Gomez Sr. is vice-chairman of the American Indian Rights and Resources Organization.
Editor’s Notes
› Tredmond@sfbg.com
A friend of mine used to play defensive end for one of the big football schools, one of those places that are constantly in the top 10, win a few national championships, and send a couple of people to the NFL every year. The football players had their own dorm, far away from everyone else on campus. The mirrors in the bathrooms were stainless steel instead of glass, so they wouldn’t get broken when the guys got a bit out of control.
Everybody juiced. That’s what my friend told me. If you wanted to star at the national level and you thought you had a chance at the pros, you took steroids. You just did. It was part of the deal.
So I had a hard time getting agitated about the Barry Bonds scandal, and I’m still having a hard time getting agitated about the Mitchell Report. What, nobody knew there were drugs in major-league baseball? Does anyone believe the owners weren’t encouraging it? Buffed-up players sell tickets.
And now there’s talk of asterisks the idea that anyone who may have used steroids shouldn’t remain in the record books or in the Hall of Fame without some sort of formal indication that the milestones might be tainted which strikes me as silly. How will we know for sure who did what when? Are we basing all of this on Mitchell Reportstyle hearsay? How about the people who may have juiced or may have just worked out harder and suddenly started performing better?
How about the fact that almost every professional athlete today has the advantage of better nutrition, better training, and better medical care than even the most lucky and privileged had 50 years ago?
Besides, steroids are chickenshit.
See, when I look out the window of my office near Mission Bay, I see this fancy new University of California complex that’s going to be home to a huge, brand-new industry based on genetic technology. I’m in favor of stem-cell research, and I have no problem with using embryonic cells, but I think we need to understand what we’re doing here before unregulated private and public sector researchers start doing some truly funky stuff.
Tali Woodward wrote about this in the Guardian three years ago, and plenty of others have been talking about it. It’s going to be possible pretty soon (in 10 years? 20?) to alter the genetic makeup of a fetus to select for or enhance certain characteristics. Some couples may want a boy or a girl. Some may want to avoid a family history of hemophilia or heart disease.
And some may want a kid who can run really, really fast or has exceptional vision, lightning reflexes, and the strength to hit a baseball 500 feet.
Lee Silver, a molecular biologist at Princeton, talked about this in 1997 in a book titled Remaking Eden (Avon Books). His thesis, in part, was that certain human beings the "GenRich" will be born with powers and abilities far beyond those of the weaker "Natural" class.
And which people do you suppose will play professional sports?
When there’s so much money at stake and the private sector is running the game, steroids are going to seem like lemonade. That’s what we should be getting agitated about.
“Insurance is not care.”
If you want a little perspective on the Governor’s health plan, take a minute and read this amazing story (thanks, Calitics) about a massive protest organized to get a desperately ill 17-year-old girl a liver transplant. The liver was available; the doctors were ready. The insurance company wouldn’t pay for it.
Here’s what Rose Ann DeMoro of the California Nurses Association had to say:
“Every politician who thinks the answer to our healthcare crisis is more insurance should stop and think about Nataline Sarkysian,” said DeMoro. “Insurance is not care. Paying for insurance coverage is not the same as assuring you will receive appropriate care, even when recommended by a physician as it was for Nataline. Insurance corporations profit by denying care to the sick, and that is no way to run a humane healthcare system.”
I hope the California state Senate is listening.
Feeding the food brainiac
› paulr@sfbg.com
Amid the agonies and anxieties of last-minute holiday shopping can be found at least one sure stocking stuffer, provided your list includes a food brainiac (with a Christmas stocking). You’ll know one when you meet one; a large clue will be a passionate interest in not merely recipes and restaurants but also the cultural story they help tell.
And what is that sure thing, in a world where many a gift goes astray like a bad JDAM? A book, of course, since the reports of print’s death have been greatly exaggerated and the food brainiac loves books. One of the better food brainiacfriendly books available is Lilia Zaouali’s Medieval Cuisine of the Islamic World (University of California Press, $24.95), whose subtitle, A Concise History with 174 Recipes, suggests that we aren’t talking about a volume with a companion Saturday-morning, how-to-cook-it series on public television.
No, Zaouali’s book dwells more on the history than the recipes, which are interesting though possibly too vague to be of much use in the contemporary, anal-retentive kitchen. Even a reasonably competent home cook is likely to be uneasy about such instructions as "put some red meat cut into small pieces in a pot with some water. When it is cooked, strain it and brown it in fat" (from a recipe for rutabiyya, or meat with dates).
But even if your brainiac never boils a dollop of honey in a splash of vinegar (medieval Islamic cooking being rich in sweet-sour effects), pleasurable sustenance can be had from the book’s many fascinating historical nuggets: the migratory route of couscous from North Africa through Sicily into Tuscany, for instance, or the Moorish roots (culinary and linguistic) of the dish the Spanish call escabeche, or the religious importance to Muslims of eating meat (other than pork) with most meals. As Zaouali puts it, "One may wonder whether a vegetarian could be admitted to the community of believers."
Of transcendent interest is not the bequest of medieval Islamic cooks to their modern heirs in both the Middle East and Europe but their own debt to the Romans, many of whose ingredients and flavor patterns they adopted and continued. The Roman gastronome Apicius, who lived at the time of Christ, is especially relevant here. For details, consult your stocking.
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ALEXIS GEORGOPOULOS’S TOP 10
WRITER/EDITOR, ARP
•<\!s><0x0007>Panda Bear, Person Pitch (Paw Tracks). One of the few albums that deserved the hype, Person Pitch delivered what Animal Collective could not.
•<\!s><0x0007>Various artists, Zanzibara, Volume 3: Ujamaa (Buda Musique). Ujamaa focuses on 1960s Tanzania and recalls the ecstatic languidity of Tabu Ley Rocehrau and the imprint’s Angola ’60s compilations.
•<\!s><0x0007>Various artists, Dirty Space Disco (Tigersushi). Parisians Pilooski and Dirty Sound System are some of the most exciting discoveries of the year.
•<\!s><0x0007>Thomas Fehlmann, Honigpumpe (Kompakt). This was the year I got back into minimal techno after a few years away. Lodged somewhere between Kompakt’s "Pop Ambient" series and Superpitcher, Fehlmann made his strongest album since 2004’s Visions of Blah.
•<\!s><0x0007>Lilith Records. In 2007 the enigmatic new label that appears to come from the Russian Federation reissued lavish vinyl versions of Caetano Veloso’s Araca Azul, Harmonia’s De Luxe, Tim Hardin 2, No New York, Claudine Longet’s Colours, Black Merda’s Black Merda, and Cluster’s Zuckerzeit. The only reissue imprint that rivals them in scope and quality is the Bay Area’s Water Records.
•<\!s><0x0007>Iasos, Inter-Dimensional Music (Iasos Unity/Em, 1975). With so many new artists taking the easy electronic-prog route, it’s good to realize there’s much more where that came from in the place between space rock and new age. This makes me think of Alice Coltrane and Robert Fripp and Brian Eno’s Evening Star (Editions Eg) but doesn’t really sound like any of them. The sleeve is incredible.
•<\!s><0x0007>Niger: Magic and Ecstasy in the Sahel DVD (Sublime Frequencies). The last 15 minutes, focusing on Tuareg musicians, contain some of the most ecstatic and tranced-out jams I’ve heard or seen.
•<\!s><0x0007>Various artists, Brazil 70 (Soul Jazz). No longer borrowing from John Cage or the Beatles, Jards Mascale, and Novos Baianos ushered in what may be the most exciting time in Brazil’s musical history.
•<\!s><0x0007>Frank Bretschneider, Rhythm (Raster-Noton). He may be working in the domain of clicks and cuts, but instead of pursuing pure sine wave research, Bretschneider picking up where SND left off but surpassing them mimics the rhythms of dubstep, minimal techno, and hip-hop. Listen loud and your mind will be rearranged.
•<\!s><0x0007>Shit Robot, "Chasm"/"Wrong Galaxy" (DFA). Yes, the name is awful. Nevertheless, DFA’s recent signing of this Markus Lambkin project is too good to pass over. Lambkin has been learning from the best of Carl Craig and Berlin and Cologne techno, and his full-length is eagerly awaited.
WILL YORK’S TOP 10
WRITER
(1) <0x0007>Miles Davis: The Complete On the Corner Sessions (Sony Legacy)
(2) <0x0007>Ace Records: Bob Lind, Elusive Butterfly: The Complete Jack Nitzsche Sessions; various artists, Phil’s Spectre III: A Third Wall of Soundalikes; and various artists, Hard Workin’ Man: The Jack Nitzsche Story, Vol. 2
(3) <0x0007>Bloodcount, Seconds CD/DVD (Screwgun)
(4) <0x0007>Clockcleaner, Babylon Rules (Load)
(5) <0x0007>Terminal Sound System, Compressor (Extreme)
(6) <0x0007>ugEXPLODE label: Nondor Nevai, The Wooden Machine Music, and Flying Luttenbachers, Incarceration by Abstraction
(7) <0x0007>Down, Over the Under (Down)
(8) <0x0007>The Pipettes, We Are the Pipettes (Cherry Tree/Interscope)
(9) <0x0007>Slough Feg, "Tiger! Tiger!," Hardworlder (Cruz del Sur)
(10) <0x0007>Tesla, "Ball of Confusion," Real to Reel (Tesla Electric Co.)
MARCUS CROWDER’S TOP 10-PLUS
WRITER
•<\!s><0x0007>Aretha Franklin, Aretha Live at Fillmore West (deluxe edition) (Rhino). So electric you’ll get goose bumps.
•<\!s><0x0007>Jason Lindner Big Band, Live at the Jazz Gallery (Anzic)
•<\!s><0x0007>Charles Mingus Sextet with Eric Dolphy, Cornell 1964 (Blue Note)
•<\!s><0x0007>Sam Yahel Trio, Truth and Beauty (Origin). Talented friends get into the groove of a young man and his keyboard.
•<\!s><0x0007>Joshua Redman Trio, Back East (Nonesuch)
•<\!s><0x0007>Joe Henry, Civilians (Anti-). Fiercely literate adult rock without acronyms.
•<\!s><0x0007>Wayne Shorter Quartet at the Mondavi Center, UC Davis, Feb. 2.
•<\!s><0x0007>Jason Moran with T.S. Monk and ensemble, the Monk Town Hall Concert, Herbst Theatre, May 19. A large band swings very, very hard.
•<\!s><0x0007>SFJAZZ Collective, Live 2007: Fourth Annual Concert Tour (SFJAZZ). Smart arrangements with the necessary new blood of underrated pianist Renee Rosnes.
•<\!s><0x0007>Kiki and Herb, American Conservatory Theater, July 13. We need their holiday show.
•<\!s><0x0007>The Sea and Cake, "Up on Crutches," Everybody (Thrill Jockey). The song I couldn’t stop playing.
AMANDA MARIA MORRISON
WRITER
•<\!s><0x0007>MIA, Kala (Interscope)
•<\!s><0x0007>Feist, The Reminder (Cherry Tree/Interscope)
•<\!s><0x0007>Calle 13, Residente o Visitante (Sony)
•<\!s><0x0007>Chamillionaire, Ultimate Victory (Motown)
•<\!s><0x0007>Kanye West, Graduation (Roc-A-Fella)
•<\!s><0x0007>Apostle of Hustle, National Anthem of Nowhere (Arts and Crafts)
•<\!s><0x0007>Jose Gonzalez, "In Our Nature" (Mute)
•<\!s><0x0007>El-P, I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead (Definitive Jux)
•<\!s><0x0007>The Federation, "It’s Whateva" (Southwest Federation/Reprise)
•<\!s><0x0007>Chingo Bling, They Can’t Deport Us All (Asylum)
THEO SCHELL-LAMBERT
WRITER
(1) <0x0007>Aaron Ross, Shapeshifter (Grass Roots Record Co.). The Hella member’s solo LP is ragged singer-songwriter stuff that seems to do everything wrong. It’s strident, too long, and too loud; it’s chirpy and pained; it must have broken a guitar’s worth of strings. And then, somewhere around the point it stops being ugly, it becomes transcendent an album with more heart than any I’ve heard in a while.
(2) <0x0007>The Arcade Fire, Neon Bible (Merge). How quickly you realize the stunning last song, "My Body Is a Cage," will be a testament to the trust the Montreal group has built, understood, and not yet defaulted on. Few groups have a better sense of what they are and mean, and the Arcade Fire know what they do right: write hymns.
(3) <0x0007>MIA, Kala (Interscope). On her second album, Maya Arulpragasam turned a government-forced world tour into an excuse to make her music even better traveled.
(4) <0x0007>Ferraby Lionheart, Ferraby Lionheart EP (Nettwerk). Lush, antique, richly sung pop that plays like an argument for Jon Brion. Wes Anderson will one day base an entire script on a Lionheart disc.
(5) <0x0007>Robert Plant and Alison Krauss, Raising Sand (Rounder). The best moments on this gorgeous, out-of-nowhere release are when you’ve been listening to sweetheart old-time country pop, then realize you are listening to Robert Plant. There’s a whisper of "Gallows Pole" in "Fortune Teller" and "Going to California" in "Please Read the Letter," and that’s the great pleasure here: an almost mystical Led Zeppelin overlay in music that’s nowhere near classic rock.
(6) <0x0007>Black Moth Super Rainbow, Dandelion Gum (Graveface). Psychedelia wouldn’t have a bad name if more of it were like this. The rural Pennsylvania group counters séance vocals and guitar and keyboard spazz-outs with focus and snappy drums.
(7) <0x0007>St. Vincent, Marry Me (Beggars Banquet). Anne Clark is a Sufjan Stevens crony, but Marry Me is eventually hers alone. Sinister electrofuzz, deft polyrhythms, and scarily chameleonic vocals give her indie pop a postmodern turn.
(8) <0x0007>Blitzen Trapper, Wild Mountain Nation (Lidkercow). At turns pure classic rock all jammy blues riffs and sun-dappled vocals countrified songwriter stuff, and something loudly proggy and textural, Wild Mountain Nation sends salvos in several directions.
(9) <0x0007>UGK, UGK: Underground Kingz (Jive). Bun B and Pimp C sound ecstatic to be back at it, and they turn in a two-disc Southern hip-hop epic with cameos that are actually exciting. André 3000 is drawly and perfect on "Int’l Players Anthem," and hearing Dizzee Rascal over this beat is a treat.
(10) <0x0007>Miracle Fortress, Five Roses (Secret City). Montreal’s Graham Van Pelt shoots straight for the Beach Boys here, which means his songs sound a little derivative and a lot lovely. Pop’s melodic purism, dressed up for audiophiles.
BROLIN WINNING’S TOP 10
442 RECORDS, MP3.COM
•<\!s><0x0007>Percee P, Perseverance (Stones Throw)
The long-awaited solo album from Bronx legend Percee P does not disappoint, with its intricate rhyme schemes and exceptional production from Stones Throw’s resident maestro Madlib. Alarmingly dope from start to finish, with collabos with Diamond D and Vinnie Paz. Look for the remix album in January.
•<\!s><0x0007>Prodigy, Return of the Mac (Koch)
A lot of older fans gave up on Mobb Deep years ago, and their horrible last record seemed to be the final nail in the coffin. But on this independent release, Prodigy comes alive, spitting flagrant murder raps over Alchemist’s outstanding blaxploitation-style beats. Unfortunately, P is heading into a three-and-a-half-year bid I hope he finishes his new solo joint first.
•<\!s><0x0007>Kamackeris, Artz and Craftz (Mindbenda)
Also known as Kwite Def or KD, Kamackeris is a New York rapper best known for his work with Monsta Island Czars and a show-stealing appearance on the first MF Doom album. He’s blessed with one of the grimiest voices in hip-hop, and his rugged yet introspective wordplay shines over X-Ray’s cinematic tracks. Completely slept on but crazy good.
•<\!s><0x0007>Camp Lo, "Ticket For 2" (self-released)
These cats have been MIA for a minute, and it’s been a full decade since their classic debut, but Cheeba and Suede come back something serious on this ultrasmooth single produced by longtime homey Ski Beatz. Unfortunately, it’s not on their recent album, but it’s all over the Internet.
•<\!s><0x0007>Snoop Dogg, "Sexual Eruption, a.k.a. Sensual Seduction" (unreleased)
Man! While T-Pain, Akon, and countless others assault the airwaves with their hypercomputerized, later-era Cher-style "R&B," Big Snoop takes it back to the Roger Troutman essence, freaking the (virtual) talk box on this ode to female orgasm. The song is awesome enough, but the throwback video, complete with flying saucers and a keytar, is something to behold.
•<\!s><0x0007>50 Cent, "I Get Money," Curtis (Aftermath/Shady/Interscope)
He lost the sales battle with Kanye West, G Unit is fading fast, and Curtis is his worst LP to date. However, even his millions of haters have to admit: this song is a banger.
•<\!s><0x0007>Devin the Dude, live at South by Southwest, March 14
Mild-mannered but funny as hell, Devin has been putting it down for a long time now, winning fans with his mellow storytelling rhymes, low-key singing, and affinity for all weed and women. I saw him live three times this year, but this show in his home state was the best: he rolled with the Coughee Brothaz and injected some much-needed funk into the indie-centric convention.
•<\!s><0x0007>Third annual Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival
Unlike the more hyped-up "Rock the Bells," this festival got everything right. Free show, great location on the water in BK, and all-day performances from Ghostface, Sean P, Large Professor, El Michaels Affair, Dres from Black Sheep, and others. Throw in surprise appearances from Chubb Rock and Jeru, and you’ve got middle-aged rap fan heaven.
•<\!s><0x0007>Sonic Youth at the Berkeley Community Theatre, July 19
As part of the "Don’t Look Back" concert series, in which artists perform a classic album in its entirety, Thurston Moore and the gang revisited their 1988 epic Daydream Nation (DGC) to the delight of a sold-out crowd. Next time I hope they do Bad Moon Rising.
•<\!s><0x0007>ZZ Top at Konocti Harbor, April 21
All I can say is "wow." Despite my driving several hours to and from Clear Lake and getting rained on the entire time, this was amazing. These dudes are mad old, but they put on a better show than most kids a fraction of their age.
KANDIA CRAZY HORSE’S TOP 10
WRITER
(1) <0x0007>Rufus Wainwright, Release the Stars (Geffen)
(2) <0x0007>Tinariwen, Aman Iman (World Village)
(3) <0x0007>Robert Plant and Alison Krauss, Raising Sand (Rounder)
(4) <0x0007>Betty Davis, Betty Davis (Light in the Attic)
(5) <0x0007>Miles Davis, The Complete On the Corner Sessions (Sony Legacy)
(6) <0x0007>Donnie, The Daily News (SoulThought Entertainment)
(7) <0x0007>Gogol Bordello, Super Taranta! (Side One Dummy)
(8) <0x0007>Hanson, The Walk (Three Car Garage)
(9) <0x0007>Babyshambles, Shotter’s Nation (Astralwerks)
(10) <0x0007>Beirut, The Flying Club Cup (Ba Da Bing)
VICE COOLER’S TOP GIGS
XBXRX, HAWNAY TROOF, KIT
•<\!s><0x0007>Playing to a confused crowd in Beijing, China, then riding on the back of a motorcycle cab. The next day I was eating at a vegan buffet in a mall where you paid not by what you ate but by how quickly you finished.
•<\!s><0x0007>In the Netherlands, I performed to 550,000 people on drugs who think that camping out in sewage is "awesome." Lots of moms and dads with huge glazed eyes, hula-hooping and juggling glow sticks at 4 a.m.
•<\!s><0x0007>XBXRX having to sleep at a (dirty and unkempt) brothel. There were bloodstains and tire treads (?) on my pillow. *
For more lists, go to www.sfbg.com/blogs/music.
Clay Oven
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Two cheers, then, for Google, which recently rerouted its Noe Valley shuttle-bus lines so as to cause less air pollution and other distress in the heart of a neighborhood that has become, in effect, Googleberry RFD, the nesting habitat for those countless Google employees who spend their working days in the suburban wilds of the Peninsula. The child is father to the man, and the city is now the suburb, a dangling appendage to industry but no longer itself industrial. Just recreational.
During the last dot-com boom, in the late 1990s, a rise in both quality and quantity was noted in Bay Area restaurants serving Indian food. Software engineers and other tech types of Indian heritage were drawn here for work, and they expected and got an improvement in Indian restaurants, which previously were scarce and abysmal. The renaissance, or naissance, first took hold in the South Bay, whose environs were and are dotted with gigantic tech installations (including Google’s, in Mountain View), but now that everyone has moved to the city, enabled by shuttle buses with wi-fi and probably whirlpools, the city is getting better Indian restaurants too. Two more cheers.
Before the recent opening of Clay Oven, Noe Valley had no Indian restaurants at all, not a one, despite the neighborhood’s profound connection to Silicon Valley. An Indian restaurant in Noe Valley was arguably overdue and not just because of software engineers and other Googloids either, but also because many of the rest of us marginal-Luddite types happen to like Indian food and its hit parade of spices. Of course, Dosa and Aslam’s Rasoi, each within a few steps of Valencia and 22nd streets, aren’t exactly light-years from Noe Valley, but there is something cozier about Clay Oven’s setting on outer Church, amid a quieter but flourishing restaurant row and Muni’s J trains rumbling past at odd intervals: a real convenience for those lucky enough to catch one.
If you believe addresses are portents, then you might think Clay Oven’s prospects are no better than mixed. The space was occupied most recently by a California-style bistro that never quite caught on, and before that by a Chinese restaurant that never quite caught on, and before that by a Burmese-inflected spot whose owners kept an old sofa and a dead television at the back of the dingy dining room. The Burmese food was pretty good, but eating there was like having dinner in a U-Store warehouse.
All of that dimness and debris has been cleared away. The old TV and sofa are long gone, and the kitchen has been separated from the stylishly low-key dining room by a new wall. Even the building’s faded facade has been remade; it’s now clad in red granite. If you didn’t know what used to be here, you would never guess.
The food is what many of us would probably consider standard-issue in Indian restaurants these days, but it’s carefully prepared and intensely flavorful. (Clay Oven, not coincidentally, has a number of older siblings around the city, including India Clay Oven in the Richmond, as well as a namesake Clay Oven in San Mateo.) The only real disappointments for me were the pappadum ($1), the crinkly lentil wafers, which were cold and therefore a little flat, and the palak pakora ($3.50), fritters of spinach in a batter of chickpea flour also cold, and apparently fried (well ahead of time) in rancid oil.
Other than that: satisfaction. How about tandoori chicken, which is so cliché that it transcends cliché? You would expect a place called Clay Oven to have a pretty good version, since a tandoor is a clay oven, and Clay Oven’s version ($9.95 for a half bird) is exemplary, very tender and juicy, with the requisite reddish pink color (from the seasoned yogurt marinade), presented on a sizzling iron platter with slivers of onion and quartered lemons.
But we were pleased too to find tandoori chicken meat turning up in a dish called chicken makhai ($10.95): chunks of boneless flesh swimming in a voluptuous, spicy sauce very similar to that of chicken tikka masala. The restaurant offers this latter preparation too ($11.95), the only difference being … well, we couldn’t really detect any difference. If you’re concerned about the heat factor, incidentally, you needn’t worry, since the kitchen will tune the food’s fieriness to your specification.
Vegetarian dishes, as is typical at South Asian restaurants, are more than sufficient if you are a shunner of flesh. Saag paneer ($8.95) struck us as unusually and agreeably creamy, with a heavy allotment of white cheese, while chana masala ($7.95) chickpeas cooked in a spicy gravy was rich in said gravy, which helped allay any sense of dryness. (Chickpeas can be chalky.) Rice, of course, is offered to help capture the sauces of all of these dishes, but the breads work just as nicely, from a simple, well-blistered naan ($1.95) to a whole-wheat chapati ($1.50) glistening with oil.
Some of the humblest of dishes were among the most memorable. A cucumber salad ($2.75) turned out not to be a yogurty raita (though raita is available) but instead a heap of peeled coins sprinkled with salt and curry powder. And mulligatawny soup ($3.50), a hearty combination of shredded chicken and rice, was Soup Naziworthy, though served in a dainty little bowl. Ordinarily I might have hoped for a slightly bigger serving, but the world is not ordinary in the wake of Thanksgiving. So: two cheers yet again for little bowls of soup, and a dessert menu (of such usual suspects as rice pudding and saffron ice cream) from which one can abstain with a clear conscience. *
CLAY OVEN
Lunch: daily, 11 a.m.3 p.m. Dinner: daily, 410 p.m.
1689 Church, SF
(415) 826-2400
Beer and wine
AE/DC/DISC/MC/V
Not noisy
Wheelchair accessible
Reining in the UC
EDITORIAL The deal that’s slated to turn a former University of California campus into a private housing development in San Francisco is another demonstration of a long pattern of problems between the UC and local governments. Put simply, the university is a bad neighbor and a bad actor and it’s time the State Legislature did something about it.
The history of local communities fighting the UC is legend in this state, dating back at least to the People’s Park battles in Berkeley in the 1960s, and today that city is fighting the school’s plan to build a new sports stadium. In San Francisco the UC has tried to run over local planning laws to build a garage at Hastings College of the Law, is angering neighbors with its expansion plans at Mission Bay and is now in the spotlight at 55 Laguna Street, the site of an old UC Extension campus.
The university wants to let A.F. Evans Co. build 440 units of housing much of it high-end, with an average rent of $4,000 per month on the 5.8-acre site. Only 15 percent of the units would be available below market rate.
Sup. Ross Mirkarimi has been trying to increase the number of affordable units but has run into a giant obstacle: the UC is demanding $18 million for the land, and it won’t budge an inch. In fact, the university has told him it’s prepared to drop the whole deal and walk away (leaving the campus empty and crime-infested and angering its neighbors) if the city tries to get a penny of that lease money.
We recognize that, like every other state agency, the UC desperately needs cash but we’re sick of university officials acting arrogant, refusing to deal in good faith, and threatening to use the power of a state agency to bypass local land-use laws. While San Francisco struggles to make the 55 Laguna project work, the State Legislature ought to find a way to force the UC to work with local governments and remove its ability to circumvent local laws.
Don’t accept Bike Plan delays
EDITORIAL The way city officials are describing the situation, it’s going to be another 18 months at least before San Francisco can add even a single bicycle lane or road stripe or put in a single new bike rack. That’s because a lone nut who thinks bicycles shouldn’t be on the city streets sued San Francisco and forced it to do an environmental impact report on its Bike Plan. And that report has been delayed and delayed again as city planners have been unable to complete it.
That’s infuriated some advocates, including Sups. Ross Mirkarimi and Tom Ammiano and for good reason. The San Francisco Planning Department seemed to have no problem whatsoever forcing an EIR on the 55 Laguna Street development project onto the fast track, but the Bike Plan … that’s just creeping along.
And in the meantime, bicyclists and pedestrians continue to be run down at some of the most hazardous intersections in town, particularly Fell and Masonic streets and Octavia Boulevard and Market Street. City figures show that Fell and Masonic is one of the most dangerous places in town for pedestrians and bikers; the San Francisco Bicycle Coalition reports that at least eight collisions between cars and bike all of them causing injury to the rider have occurred at the intersection since April. It’s not an acceptable situation, and with a little creativity, the city ought to be able to do something about it.
The lawsuit, brought by blogger Rob Anderson, claims the city failed to do a complete EIR before approving its Bike Plan. That’s put everything even the restriping of pavements for safer bike lanes completely on hold.
In a sense, it’s absurd to have an environmentally positive change a city policy promoting bicycling held up by environmental law. But the California Environmental Quality Act and the way the city is interpreting it still have roots in the era when automobile traffic was considered the most important form of urban transportation.
For example, CEQA requires cities to evaluate how projects would impact traffic and San Francisco has always used a yardstick called "level of service," or LOS, which refers to the number of cars using a particular intersection and the speed at which those cars can proceed. If a project slows down car traffic beyond an acceptable level, there’s an environmental impact that has to be addressed.
But that’s a backward analysis; the city’s job shouldn’t be to find ways to facilitate more cars on busy streets. And it allows bizarre interpretations: if, for example, the addition of a bike lane on a street reduces the available space for cars, that ought to be looked at as a positive environmental step; the city interprets it as a negative impact.
State senator Carole Migden has discussed legislation that could exempt bike plans from CEQA, and while we’re nervous about any exemptions to the state’s premier environmental law, that might make some sense. But it might not even be necessary.
San Francisco’s city planners are still looking for ways to accommodate cars all of the city’s development policies are based on the assumption that the number of private vehicles in San Francisco will increase over the next 10 years. An assumption like that leads to mandates for more parking, wider roads, and (maybe) fewer bike lanes.
But there’s nothing in the law requiring the pro-car approach. The Planning Commission could simply adopt new rules that define the level of service on streets differently. Instead of tracking how many cars go through an intersection, the city could track the number of people including people on foot, people on bikes, and people in buses and made a determination that pedestrian and bike safety and the quality of the travel experience for noncar users is as important as the degree of auto traffic.
That simple change would render much of the Anderson suit moot: new bike lanes, for example, would no longer be a potentially adverse impact. The city could move forward with much of its bike plan, now.
CEQA doesn’t require cities to accept public safety hazards and the law clearly creates exemptions for situations in which lives are at risk. Mirkarimi has proposed legislation to change the LOS system, but it has languished; the supervisors need to move on it if the city planners won’t. You don’t need an EIR to tear down a freeway that’s about to collapse and you shouldn’t need an environmental review to fix the most dangerous intersections in the city, including Fell and Masonic. City planners should simply define those hazardous sites as imminent dangers to public safety and immediately start changing the traffic lights, rerouting cars, and redefining bike lanes to put an end to the carnage, now.
Ammiano on C.W.Nevius
C.W. Nevius blames homeless for Susan Leal’s accident, the upcoming drought, and for not sending the children to the Gap sweatshop.
(From the answering machine of Sup. Tom Ammiano on Tuesday, Dec. l8, 2007). Nevius is the ace Chronicle columnist in a long line of Chronicle editorial staffers who operate on a key Hearst principle: attack the homeless but don;t attack PG@E. And don’t attack PG@E and its illegal private power monopoly alone and unmolested. Note David R. Baker’s ad for PG@E, masquerading as a front page story with color and diagrams, about how PG@E is going to support a commercial wave power plant off the Northern California coast. Big deal. No matter how this pie-in-the-ocean project will turn out, the result will still be expensive private power which PG@E will send to the rubes in San Francisco in violation of the federal Raker Act that mandates cheap public power in San Francisco. (See Guardian stories back to l969). B3
FCC votes for Big Media
And now we need l00,000 people to get Congress to reverse the FCC of George W. Bush to reverse the commission’s sellout to the Big Media who supported us going into Iraq and are now helping keep us there
By Bruce B. Brugmann
(Scroll down to sign a protest letter to Congress and the New York Times story)
As expected, FCC Chairman Kevin Martin and his two Republican colleagues approved new rules that will unleash yet another flood oer media consolidation across the country. As expected, the Big Media is either blacking out or minimalizing the story, with the notable exception of the New York Times which ran an opposing editorial in Monday’s edition and a strong story online today. (See below).
As Robert McChesney, the president of Free Press, a valiant media reform group puts it in an action alert,
“This is about whether we will have access to the information that democracy requires. it is about whether or not we’ll have real news and local voices on radio, trelevision, and in the newspaper in your town. It’s about whether the public airwaves will represent our nation’s diversity.”
Or, let me add, a city’s diversity, such as San Francsico. Remember the Will and Willie show on the Quake on Clear Channel, a highly valuable show that was killed brutally with no explanation because it didn’t have high enough ratings and wasn’t able to go national? That’s but one local example of this dreadful phenomenon. There are some good people on the liberal Quake on Clear Channel (Thom Hartman, Big Ed Schulz, Randi Rhodes, Rachel Matteo, et al), but none of them bring a San Francisco perspective to the show, even though the city is one of the most liberal and civilized cities in tthe world and has the Speaker of the House and two California Senators (Diane Feinstein in the city, Barbara Boxer in Marin).
McChesney rolls the drums and points out that in 2003 the FCC tried to do the same thing, but millions of people demanded that Congress reject the FCC’s rules. And they did, thanks in large part to McChesney’s group. And it’s ttime to do it again. Sign the open letter to Congress, as suggested in the alert below. B3
Read the New York Times article here.

Dear Charles,
It happened. A few minutes ago, FCC Chairman Kevin Martin and his two fellow GOP commissioners approved new rules that will unleash a flood of media consolidation across America. The rules will further consolidate local media markets — taking away independent voices in cities already woefully short on local news and investigative journalism.
In 2003, the FCC tried to do the same thing, but millions of people demanded that Congress reject the FCC’s rules. And they did. It’s time to do it again.
We need 100,000 people to get Congress to reverse the FCC’s rules right now.
Sign Our Open Letter to Congress
Then get three of your friends to do the same.
This is about whether we will have access to the information that democracy requires. It is about whether or not we’ll have real news and local voices on radio, television and in the newspaper in your town. It’s about whether the public airwaves will represent our nation’s diversity.
Just yesterday — spurred by your calls and letters — 26 senators from both parties sent a letter to the FCC Chairman promising “to revoke and nullify the proposed rule” if the FCC voted to lift the longstanding ban on “newspaper-broadcast cross-ownership.” But Chairman Martin did it anyway.
Congress has the power to throw out these rules — and if 100,000 people demand it, they’ll have to listen.
Take action now and spread the word.
Some say that nobody listens to letters like this. Well they definitely do, and it’s a way you can truly help the cause with just a few clicks. Sign on now — and get your friends to do the same.
Your actions are making a difference. Let’s keep up the pressure. And stay tuned — this fight is far from over.
Thanks for bringing us this far,
Robert McChesney
President
Free Press
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P.S. Spread the word: Recruit three new friends to sign on to this letter and send the message to Congress.
P.P.S. Read Senator John Kerry’s blog post on today’s decision on the Free Press Action Network.
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High speed rail’s collision course

The California High Speed Rail Authority will convene tomorrow in Sacramento and could decide on the system’s Bay Area track alignment, but Chairman Quentin Kopp tells the Guardian that they probably won’t be able to make that crucial decision yet. That’s because powerful advocates for the Pacheco Pass alignment and those who favor Altamount Pass are each firmly entrenched in their respective positions and threatening to derail the already difficult project if they don’t get their way.
“People will either come to their senses or there won’t be any high speed rail in California until the next century,” said Kopp, who created the project as a legislator back in the mid-’90s. “If people want to be destructive instead of constructive, people can try to sink this project.”
High speed rail, which would take passengers from San Francisco to Los Angeles in two and a half hours at far lower financial and environmental costs than traveling by car or air, already faced problems with Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger, who has repeatedly delayed a $10 billion bond measure now set for fall of 2008. And now, even its supporters are threatening to jump ship over the Bay Area alignment.
Murdoched: the Stockton Record is next
By Bruce B. Brugmann
As things get tougher and tougher in the newspaper business, there are two jobs that are the toughest of all. One is writing the obituary for your own paper and your own job. The other is writing the story that tries to explain why the daily paper you work on keeps getting peddled about like the stakes in a Las Vegas poker game.
The latest example of the second story appeared in today’s Stockton Record by an unlucky soul by the name of Mike Klocke. He starts out as these stories usually do, citing the honor that came once upon a time to the paper when it was owned by a local family.
“The Irving Martin Assembly Room at the Record is named for the newspaper’s founder, whose family owned the business for its first 74 years,” Klock wrote. “Ironically, if the day comes when The Record once again is sold, employees will get the news in the upstairs room that honors one of Stockton’s historic figures.
“I bring this up because of last week’s $5 billion offer by publishing magnate Rupert Murdoch to purchase Dow Jones @ Co. The community newspaper division of Dow Jones, Ottaway Newspapers Inc., owns the Record.”
Wait a moment. There is a telling detail: the date on the story is May 6, 2007, the date of Murdoch’s offer to buy Dow Jones, and the Record is running the exact same story six months later on the day that the sale is finalized back on Wall Street.
Bravely, Klocke goes through the Record history of five owners since Loretta Martin ended the family’s association with the Record in l969. The Record, he says, “has been somewhat akin to a baton in a track meet relay.
The Martin family sold to Speidel Newspapers Inc. (l969: which merged with Gannett Newspapers Inc (l977), which sold the Record to the Omaha World-Herald (l994), which sold to Ottaway (2003).
Still more bravely, Klocke writes that “uncertainty can be draining on employees at all levels. If you’re not careful, it can make you lose your focus. I’Ive always believed working in the newspaper business is a mission. We cover news aggressively, help you decide where to shop with advertisements and put the newspaper on your driveway each morning.
“We also now put news and advertising at your fingertips online throughout the day. We also have a bit of the chameleon in our DNA. We embrace challenges and adapt to new environments. The future? Who knows?
“The Record could be sold again, or Ottaway (Dow Jones) still could own the company for decades. Our business model, news-gathering approach and company makeup likely will continue to change.
“Our commitment to the mission and the communities we serve will not falter.”
Idle question: Why can’t reporters who think like this, and editors who allow this kind of story to run when their papers are in play, end up running our valuable community daily papers?
Well, the word from my sources out in the valley is that there are only two real possible buyers: Singleton or McClatchy newspapers, both of whom already own a dangerously huge chunk of the California newspaper business.
They are members in what I call the Galloping Conglomerati. And they are poised to pounce at the very same time that the Big Media are blacking out or marginalizing the major Big Media story that the FCC is about to open the floodgates to even more local media consolidation and even more junk news. (See my blow below.)
Where it all will end knows only God. B3
Owners might change — but not the mission
The Irving Martin Assembly Room at The Record is named for the newspaper’s founder, whose family owned the business for its first 74 years.
Ironically, if the day comes when The Record once again is sold, employees will get the news in the upstairs room that honors one of Stockton’s historic figures.
I bring this up because of last week’s $5 billion offer by publishing magnate Rupert Murdoch to purchase Dow Jones & Co. The community newspaper division of Dow Jones, Ottaway Newspapers Inc., owns The Record.
Murdoch’s eyes, of course, are on The Wall Street Journal and Dow Jones’ myriad successful online ventures. For now, he’s been rebuffed by Dow Jones’ controlling shareholders.
News industry speculation is intensifying about whether this is a first foray by Murdoch and whether other potential buyers will materialize.
As for The Record? Editor and Publisher magazine’s online site reports that New England-based GateHouse Media Inc., a very active recent buyer of newspapers, would be a likely bidder for Ottaway.
GateHouse doesn’t have a West Coast presence, so The Record could in turn be sold to a company with successful California “clustering” of newspapers such as McClatchy (Sacramento, Modesto, Merced and Fresno) or MediaNews (Bay Area papers).
McClatchy and MediaNews both have pursued buying The Record in the past.
Sure, it’s speculation at this point. It’s difficult not to ponder the future when there’s the potential for a fifth different owner since Loretta Martin decided to end the family’s association with The Record in 1969.
In the past 38 years, The Record has been somewhat akin to a baton in a track-meet relay.
The Martin family sold to Speidel Newspapers Inc. (1969), which merged with Gannett Newspapers Inc. (1977), which sold The Record to the Omaha World-Herald (1994), which sold it to Ottaway (2003).
I’ve worked for three of the owners, and they’ve all contributed in positive ways to the company and community.
Ottaway – with excellent guidance and financial support from Dow Jones – made the dream of a new press facility a reality.
Company executives didn’t waste any time, telling us within 30 days of their ownership to get moving on the long-overdue project. The new press became a reality less than two years later.
Ottaway has given us – and Record readers – something we’ve needed for decades. Our Web site development also has been an Ottaway initiative.
The Omaha company proved to be a very good newspaper steward in its nine years of ownership. Omaha executives invested in The Record, and I believe the newspaper truly reconnected with the community during that time.
The Gannett years were, at times, tumultuous. Some excellent longtime employees were hired in various departments back then, and The Record benefited from the opportunities presented by a large, national chain.
Speidel was before my time.
Business uncertainty can be draining on employees at all levels. If you’re not careful, it can make you lose your focus.
I’ve always believed working in the newspaper business is a mission. We cover news aggressively, help you decide where to shop with advertisements and put the newspaper on your driveway each morning.
We also now put news and advertising at your fingertips online throughout the day.
We also have a bit of the chameleon in our DNA. We embrace challenges and adapt to new environments.
The future? Who knows?
The Record could be sold again, or Ottaway (Dow Jones) still could own the company for decades.
Our business model, news-gathering approach and company makeup likely will continue to change.
Our commitment to the mission and the communities we serve will not falter.
Contact Klocke at (209) 546-8250 or mklocke@recordnet.com.
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We CAN’T do this

The view from my classroom. Yes, life was good.
So yeah, I went to one of those “liberal New England colleges” that connote images of foliage and cute boys in tartan plaid scarves…but most of the 250 kids on my campus were sporting threads from the “free box” or swimming naked off the pier during lunch break. College of the Atlantic is not like other schools…at all. It’s more of an experiment in what happens when you mix education with extreme environmentalism. Recycling, composting, making fuel from veggie oil, eating local food, building sustainable structures — it’s all old news for them. For almost 40 years they’ve been practicing and preaching so much of what’s encompassed by the year’s biggest buzzword — “green.”
Plenty (It’s easy being green!) Magazine just profiled my alma mater, and as I was scrolling through the article online, up came an advertisement for Pacific Gas & Electric. “We can do this” it read, with a cute little wind turbine graphic.
What business — I ask you, I deeply ask you — does a Northern California utility company that gets most of its energy from burning fossil fuels and nuclear power have advertising in a New York-based magazine profiling a miniscule hippie school in downeast Maine?
Club Guide
PHOTO BY LYLE OWERKO
AMNESIA
853 Valencia
(415) 970-0012
ANNIE’S SOCIAL CLUB
917 Folsom
(415) 974-1585
ARGUS LOUNGE
3187 Mission
(415) 824-1447
ASIASF
201 Ninth St
(415) 255-2742
ATLAS CAFE
3049 20th St
(415) 648-1047
BALAZO18
2183 Mission
(415) 255-7227
BAMBUDDHA LOUNGE
601 Eddy
(415) 885-5088
BAOBAB
3388 19th St
(415) 643-3558
BAZAAR CAFE
5927 California
(415) 831-5620
BEAUTY BAR
2299 Mission
(415) 285-0323
BIMBO’S
365 CLUB
1025 Columbus
(415) 474-0365
BISCUITS
AND BLUES
401 Mason
(415) 292-2583
BOHEMIA LOUNGE
1624 California
(415) 474-6968
BOOM BOOM ROOM
1601 Fillmore
(415) 673-8000
BOTTOM
OF THE HILL
1233 17th St
(415) 621-4455
BROADWAY
STUDIOS
435 Broadway
(415) 291-0333
BRUNO’S
2389 Mission
(415) 643-5200
BUBBLE LOUNGE
714 Montgomery
(415) 434-4204
BUTTER
354 11th St
(415) 863-5964
CAFÉ CLAUDE
7 Claude
(415) 392-3515
CAFE COCOMO
650 Indiana
(415) 824-6910
CAFE DU NORD
2170 Market
(415) 861-5016
CAFE INTERNATIONAL
508 Haight
(415) 665-9915
CASANOVA LOUNGE
527 Valencia
(415) 863-9328
CATALYST
COCKTAILS
312 Harriet
(415) 621-1722
CAT CLUB
1190 Folsom
(415) 431-3332
CITY NIGHTS
715 Harrison
(415) 546-7938
CLUB CALIENTE
298 11th St
(415) 255-2232
CLUB DELUXE
1509 Haight
(415) 552-6949
CLUB NV
525 Howard
(415) 339-8686
CLUB SIX
60 Sixth St
(415) 863-1221
CONNECTICUT
YANKEE
100 Connecticut
(415) 552-4440
CRASH
34 Mason
1-877-342-7274
DALVA
3121 16th St
(415) 252-7740
DANNY COYLE’S
668 Haight
(415) 431-4724
DELIRIUM
3139 16th St
(415) 552-5525
DNA LOUNGE
375 11th St
(415) 626-1409
DOLCE
440 Broadway
(415) 989-3434
DOLORES PARK CAFE
501 Dolores
(414) 621-2936
DOUBLE DUTCH
3192 16th St
(415) 503-1670
DUPLEX
1525 Mission
(415) 355-1525
EAGLE TAVERN
398 12th St
(415) 626-0880
EDINBURGH CASTLE PUB
950 Geary
(415) 885-4074
EIGHT
1151 Folsom
(415) 431-1151
ELBO ROOM
647 Valencia
(415) 552-7788.
ELEMENT LOUNGE
1028 Geary
(415) 571-1362
ELIXIR
3200 16th St
(415) 552-1633
ENDUP
401 Sixth St
(415) 357-0827
FAT CITY
314 11th St
(415) 861-2890
FILLMORE
1805 Geary
(415) 346-6000
540 CLUB
540 Clement
(415) 752-7276
FLUID ULTRA LOUNGE
662 Mission
(415) 615-6888
FUSE
493 Broadway
(415) 788-2706
GLAS KAT
520 Fourth St
(415) 495-6626
GRAND
1300 Van Ness
(415) 673-5716
GRANT AND GREEN
1371 Grant
(415) 693-9565
GREAT AMERICAN MUSIC HALL
859 O’Farrell
(415) 885-0750
HARRY DENTON’S STARLIGHT ROOM
Sir Francis Drake Hotel
450 Powell
(415) 395-8595
HEMLOCK TAVERN
1131 Polk
(415) 923-0923
HIFI
2125 Lombard
(415) 345-TONE
HOMESTEAD
2301 Folsom
(415) 282-4663
HOTEL UTAH SALOON
500 Fourth St
(415) 546-6300
HOUSE OF SHIELDS
39 New Montgomery
(415) 495-5436
ICON ULTRA LOUNGE
1192 Folsom
(415) 626-4800
INDEPENDENT
628 Divisadero
(415) 771-1421
IRELAND’S 32
3920 Geary
(415) 386-6173
JACK’S CLUB
2545 24th St
(415) 641-5371
JAZZ AT PEARL’S
256 Columbus
(415) 291-8255
JELLY’S
295 Terry Francois
(415) 495-3099
JOHNNY FOLEY’S
243 O’Farrell
(415) 954-0777
KATE O’BRIENS
579 Howard
(415) 882-7240
KELLY’S MISSION ROCK
817 Terry Francois
(415) 626-5355
KIMO’S
1351 Polk
(415) 885-4535
KNOCKOUT
3223 Mission
(415) 550-6994
LASZLO
2534 Mission
(415) 401-0810
LEVENDE LOUNGE
1710 Mission
(415) 864-5585
LEXINGTON CLUB
3464 19th St
(415) 863-2052
LINGBA LOUNGE
1469 18th St
(415) 355-0001
LI PO LOUNGE
916 Grant
(415) 982-0072
LOFT 11
316 11th St
(415) 701-8111
LOU’S PIER
300 Jefferson
(415) 771-5687
LUCID BAR
580 Sutter
(415) 398-0195
MAD DOG IN THE FOG
530 Haight
(415) 626-7279
MADRONE LOUNGE
500 Divisadero
(415) 241-0202
MAKE-OUT ROOM
3225 22nd St
(415) 647-2888
METRONOME DANCE CENTER
1830 17th St
(415) 252-9000
MEZZANINE
444 Jessie
(415) 625-8880
MIGHTY
119 Utah
(415) 626-7001
MILK
1840 Haight
(415) 387-6455
MOJITO
1337 Grant
(415) 398-1120
MOOSE’S
1652 Stockton
(415) 989-7800
NICKIE’S
466 Haight
(415) 255-0300
OLD FIRST CHURCH
1751 Sacramento
(415) 474-1608
111 MINNA GALLERY
111 Minna
(415) 974-1719
PARK
747 Third St
(415) 974-1925
PARKSIDE
1600 17th St
(415) 252-1330
PIER 23
Pier 23
(415) 362-5125
PINK
2925 16th St
(415) 431-8889
PLOUGH AND STARS
116 Clement
(415) 751-1122
PLUSH ROOM
York Hotel
940 Sutter
(415) 885-2800
POLENG LOUNGE
1751 Fulton
(415) 441-1710
PUBLIC
1489 Folsom
(415) 552-3065
PURPLE ONION
140 Columbus
(415) 217-8400
RAMP
855 China Basin
(415) 621-2378
RASSELAS JAZZ
1534 Fillmore
(415) 346-8696
RED DEVIL LOUNGE
1695 Polk
(415) 921-1695
RED POPPY ART HOUSE
2698 Folsom
(415) 826-2402
REDWOOD ROOM
Clift Hotel
495 Geary
(415) 775-4700
RETOX
628 20th St
(415) 626-7386
RICKSHAW STOP
155 Fell
(415) 861-2011
EL RINCON
2700 16th St
(415) 437-9240
EL RIO
3158 Mission
(415) 282-3325
RIPTIDE BAR
3639 Taraval
(415) 240-8360
RITE SPOT
2099 Folsom
(415) 552-6066
ROCCAPULCO
SUPPER CLUB
3140 Mission
(415) 648-6611
ROCK-IT ROOM
406 Clement
(415) 387-6343
ROHAN LOUNGE
3809 Geary
(415) 221-5095
ROYALE
1326 Grant
(415) 433-4247
RUBY SKYE
420 Mason
(415) 693-0777
SAVANNA JAZZ
2937 Mission
(415) 285-3369
SHANGHAI 1930
133 Steuart
(415) 896-5600
SHINE DANCE LOUNGE
1337 Mission
(415) 421-1916
SKYLARK
3089 16th St
(415) 621-9294
SLIDE
430 Mason
(415) 421-1916
SLIM’S
333 11th St
(415) 255-0333
SOLUNA CAFE AND LOUNGE
272 McAllister
(415) 621-2200
SPACE 550
550 Barneveld
(415) 550-8286
STUD
399 Ninth St
(415) 252-7883
SUEDE
383 Bay
(415) 399-9555
SUGAR LOUNGE
377 Hayes
(415) 255-7144
SUITE ONE8ONE
181 Eddy
(415) 345-9900
SUPPERCLUB
657 Harrison
(415) 348-0900
1015 FOLSOM
1015 Folsom
(415) 431-1200
330 RITCH
330 Ritch
(415) 541-9574
TOP OF THE MARK
Mark Hopkins Intercontinental Hotel
1 Nob Hill
(415) 616-6916
TRANSFER
198 Church
(415) 861-7499
TUNNEL TOP
601 Bush
(415) 986-8900
12 GALAXIES
2565 Mission
(415) 970-9777
26 MIX
3024 Mission
(415) 826-7378
222 CLUB
222 Hyde
(415) 864-2288
UNDERGROUND SF
424 Haight
(415) 864-7386
VELVET LOUNGE
443 Broadway
(415) 788-0228
VODA
56 Belden
(415) 677-9242
WARFIELD
982 Market
(415) 775-7722
WISH
1539 Folsom
(415) 431-1661
BAY AREA
ALBATROSS PUB
1822 San Pablo, Berk
(510) 843-2473
ANNA’S JAZZ ISLAND
2120 Allston Way, Berk
(510) 841-JAZZ
ASHKENAZ
1317 San Pablo, Berk
(510) 525-5054
BECKETT’S
2271 Shattuck, Berk
(510) 647-1790
BLAKES
2367 Telegraph, Berk
(510) 848-0886
CAFE VAN KLEEF
1621 Telegraph, Oakl
(510) 763-7711
DOWNTOWN
2102 Shattuck, Berk
(510) 649-3810
FOURTH STREET TAVERN
711 Fourth St, San Rafael
(415) 454-4044
FREIGHT AND SALVAGE COFFEE HOUSE
1111 Addison, Berk
(510) 548-1761
JAZZSCHOOL
2087 Addison, Berk
(510) 845-5373
JUPITER
2181 Shattuck, Berk
(510) THE-ROCK
KINGMAN’S LUCKY LOUNGE
3332 Grand, Oakl
(510) 465-KING
MAMA BUZZ CAFE
2318 Telegraph, Oakl
(510) 465-4073
19 BROADWAY
19 Broadway, Fairfax
(415) 459-1091
924 GILMAN
924 Gilman, Berk
(510) 525-9926
NOMAD CAFÉ
6500 Shattuck, Oakl
(510) 595-5344.
PARAMOUNT THEATRE
2025 Broadway, Oakl
(510) 465-6400
RUBY ROOM
132 14th St, Oakl
(510) 444-7224
SHATTUCK DOWN LOW
2284 Shattuck, Berk
(510) 548-1159
STARRY PLOUGH
3101 Shattuck, Berk
(510) 841-2082
STORK CLUB
2330 Telegraph, Oakl
(510) 444-6174
SWEETWATER
153 Throckmorton, Mill Valley
(415) 388-2820
TIME OUT BAR AND PATIO
1822 Grant, Concord
(925) 798-1811
21 GRAND
416 25th St, Oakl
(510) 444-7263
UPTOWN
1928 Telegraph, Oakl
(510) 451-8100
WHITE HORSE
6551 Telegraph, Oakl
(510) 652-3820
YOSHI’S
510 Embarcadero West
Jack London Square, Oakl
(510) 238-9200

