I remember when Wallace Baine was the new kid on the block, back in the early 1990s, when he first arrived at the Santa Cruz Sentinel.
Back then, the local literati got together weekly over stale popcorn and coffee for film screenings, held at the Nickelodeon, to promote the latest cinematic faire on the theater’s schedule. It was there that I was first introduced to this fresh-faced kid just hired by the Sentinel to serve as its new arts writer.
For those of us who came of age during the Counter Culture here in Santa Cruz, the Sentinel— with its conservative political leanings and Wall Street Journal sensibilities—was considered enemy territory, particularly for those of us who wrote for the two or three weeklies always in distribution here since the early 1970s, including Good Times.
Plus Letters to Good Times
Happy 11/11. Love those numbers. Nov. 11 is also Veterans Day. More on that in a second. Welcome to a new issue of GT. It’s a busy season and I’ve come across some noteworthy events that I have to share with you. Take note: There’s a great benefit for Save Our Shores (saveourshores.org) at 7 p.m. Wednesday, Nov. 17 at the Del Mar Theatre in Santa Cruz. On the roster: the award-winning film Bag It (bagitmovie.com), which chronicles an ordinary guy as he navigates through our plastic world and, it seems, a cultural love affair with plastics. The other event is Dec. 3, so mark your calendars. It’s called Decemberchild, and it benefits Children’s Hospice with a festive night at Kuumbwa Jazz Center featuring It's A Beautiful Day and Superior Olive. This is, actually, the eighth annual benefit concert and the proceeds go to Children’s Hospice and Palliative Care Coalition. Interesting to note: it’s a birthday party-themed event—free appetizers and birthday cake will be served; and a raffle will be held for the chance to win great prizes. Children are welcome, but must be accompanied by a parent or guardian. Learn more at decemberchild.org and childrenshospice.org.
As I prepare myself physically and mentally for an impending minor surgical procedure (nothing life-threatening, nothing to increase or decrease specific body parts, nothing I couldn’t discuss over cocktails in polite society), I look back at my journey to this point, the helpful advice received from friends and strangers, and the research into all of the options available to me. Then I smile and thank someone’s god for western medicine.
Before you get your yoga pants in a knot, allow me to continue.
I collect medical practitioners like kitchen appliances, and count among my handiest helpers chiropractors, acupuncturists, osteopaths and Rolfers, alongside ear, nose and throat and orthopedic doctors. I’ve had psychic readings from afar and visited gastroenterologists … for within. But my sigh of relief at western medicine stems from memories of my first brush with eastern medicine, a day I like to refer to as The Day My Black Heart Stood Still.
T he heavens are busy this week. Friday morning Chiron turns direct (26 Aquarius). As wounds manifest in the outer world, holistic approaches are sought. Friday night is Scorpio new moon, 14 degrees (degree of Venus retrograde). Scorpio/Venus underscore the new monetary structure that must come forth in our world, led by the United States whose esoteric purpose is to lead humanity into the “light.” From Nov. 6-9 the United States has transiting Mars (Sag) opposite natal Uranus (Gemini). Oppositions mean something new integrates. With Mars/Uranus a fierce revolution appears, disciples enter the battle, desire becomes aspiration to build everything new. Late night Saturday Neptune turns direct. We have less confusion; the “waters of life” appear everywhere. Sunday morning, 2 a.m., daylight-saving time ends (time “falls back”). Sunday night Venus re-enters Libra. Venus and Libra bring economic issues to the foreground. Venus retro signifies a reassessment of values, an investigation into things hidden (bank foreclosures and seized homes), a restructuring of our principles, standards, morals, ethics. A question (to ask of our selves, our town, city, county, state, nation, government, the world) is “What do we value?” Scorpio is about our and other people’s money. The field is ripe for a transformative economic structure. We remember in Scorpio, Mars brings forth the Nine Tests for humanity urging us to bring harmony out of chaos (Ray 4), raise the lesser values (desire) to the higher (aspiration). In Scorpio we battle with crystallized (old) ways and behavior. Humanity is in battle at present to reorient the economy, from greed and materialism to a world of sharing sustainability. We also remember that in Scorpio the power of the spirit of humanity can triumph.Esoteric Astrology as News for the week of Nov. 4–10, 2010 For Sun and Rising Signs
Plus Letters to Good Times
The Giants did it! After 56 years ... a World Series Win. Kudos to the Bay Area team, which generated so much excitement during the last few weeks, you couldn’t really walk down the streets without hearing the occasional loud cheers blasting out of local bars. Whew. A job well done, indeed.
And then ... there’s the election results. Thoughts? Send them to us at [email protected] We want your input. And so ... another new cycle begins.
Time, the passing of time, and things that leave an indelible imprint are, in fact, the theme of this week’s cover story, in which a few GT scribes expound upon the significance of the late Morton Marcus. The revered local and esteemed poet passed away a year ago. His words, his visions, his longtime creative contributions to the area are still being felt. And, fittingly, there’s now an annual memorial event that pays tribute to the poet, to poetry and to creativity—and, really, so much more. Learn more about all this beginning on. Godspeed Mort ... (wherever your spirit is soaring).
Resign. Probably the worst president we've had to date, he's taking us in a direction the founding fathers never intended us to be. He's a great believer in big government, which is just the opposite of where we need to be heading. So I'm hoping that there is a huge reversal of leadership as a result of the election on Tuesday.
Corralitos | General Contractor
When I was 12, I told my friends that I didn’t intend to have kids. “Yeah right,” they said. “You’re totally the type.”
After long negotiations held during a Wiffle Ball game, we settled on a two-stage wager: If I’m childless by 30, they owe me $5,000. At 50, it’s $30,000. Each.
Today, the warm feeling I get looking into the soft dark eyes of the fussy baby girl in my lap is surpassed only by the relief of handing her back to her mother. Kids are interesting, but I don’t need to own one any more than I do a Rototiller. In both cases, I can always borrow one. If I want to blend in at a Pixar or teen vampire movie, consider me a free babysitter for a few hours. And when it’s time to turn the garden soil, I’ll trade you a case of beer for the loan of your machine. If it’s busted, just send over your kid with a shovel. Work builds character.