Heart of Glass

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Two decades after founding the Annieglass house of designer glass tableware, Ann Morhauser still shapes every facet of her business. A quick tour of her fabrication studio/plant in Watsonville renews my appreciation for Morhauser’s attention to both craft and detail. From sheets of architectural glass—delivered in two-ton batches—the future-bowls and plates are cut into manageable sizes, then cut again by hand or by water jet pressure into Morhauser’s various custom shapes.
Before heading into the main production room for heating, the cut-glass pieces are beveled smooth to make them chip-resistant. After careful washing, each piece moves into the next room, where skilled artisans hand-paint platinum and 24-karat gold onto the edges.
The best-selling items? “The ripply glass,” Morhauser reveals. “It’s especially popular in the South and the Northeast. Santa Cruz loves the aquatic theme, the blue-green glass lines.” She nods toward towering racks of teal glass shaped into shells, waves and even dolphins.
Morhauser bought the huge industrial building in 1996, filled it with racks, work tables, precision computer-regulated equipment, and 30 electric ovens. The production is housed under a single high ceiling, and one of the new line of Edgey ruffled bowls can begin life as a sheet of glass, be cut, detailed, gilded, then slumped and fired, detailed a final time, packed, and shipped just by moving through a series of adjoining rooms. “We used to be busy primarily in the first and fourth quarters,” Morhauser tells me as we continue through tall racks of shimmering glass pieces. “Now it’s year-round.”
About 200 to 300 pieces are shipped out each day. Morhauser runs her hand along a two-foot green glass leaf, part of an upcoming line that needs more fine-tuning. “We change the product every three months,” she says.
Morhauser’s team helps manage her glass empire. “Eighteen people work on the glass here, and there’s a national sales manager, 60 road reps and six major showrooms in L.A., Vegas, Dallas, Seattle, New York, and Atlanta—our biggest wholesale site,” she says. One of her deeply fluted sculptural bowls has even been used for a private baptism.
“I make the clay molds myself,” Morhauser says, patting the cast of an oblong serving dish. Masters are then made from the molds. The cut and gilded glass piece will be placed on the master mold, then fired until the flat glass “slumps,” relaxing into the desired curved shape. Giant clam shells? Who uses these? I wonder out loud. “The Marriott see-through buffet uses these,” she calls back over her shoulder, leopard-print heels clicking toward the packing tables. Packing is crucial, she says: “It doesn’t matter how much work goes into a piece—if it isn’t packed well, it can be ruined.”
Morhauser affectionately pats a gigantic roll of green bubble wrap suspended over countless flats of cardboard. And it all ships out through the doors at the back of the huge facility.
Annieglass’ biggest account? “Bloomingdale’s online is our biggest single account. Then Nieman, and Gumps. We’re in most of the big stores,” she says. And the Smithsonian.
A New Jersey native, Morhauser came west for college. “My oldest brother was out here. I was always into art,” she says. It was a raku party at Waddell Beach that ignited Morhauser’s destiny. “Somebody showed up with a propane glass furnace and that was that,” she remembers. At San Francisco State, “we had to learn to build furnaces—anything to do with it fascinated me,” she says. At Cal Arts & Crafts, she did glass blowing. Encouraged by her professor and mentor “to express my own vision,” Morhauser responded by working “300 percent.”
In Santa Cruz, she got a studio and finally her first employee. “Santa Cruz Glass Company gave me their scrap glass,” she says. Morhauser went from museum shops to trade shows. “I marketed my own product for a long time. It was all men in those days, and they wouldn’t let me in,” she says. She persisted, learned retail, and Annieglass was born in July 1989. “I knew it was working when I had a big story in the New York Times. It was a total thrill,” she says, her eyes gleaming.
“I’m busy introducing the South Bay to Annieglass now,” she says. Her daughter Ava runs the new Santana Row store. “At Santana Row here’s Tesla, Gucci, and now Annieglass,” she smiles. “I’m still an entrepreneur. I make most of the prototypes, new ones twice a year. It all has to work, I have to test every phase of it—that’s my primary job.”
There are so many technical issues, she says, scrutinizing a shimmering bowl the size of a wading pool. And yes, she does dine on Annieglass plates. annieglass.com.

Be Our Guest: Santa Cruz American Music Festival

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Last year, the Santa Cruz American Music Festival launched in fine style with an epic Memorial Day weekend that included sets by Bonnie Raitt, Big & Rich, and Ryan Bingham. This year, the festival is back, with a two-day lineup that features 11 artists spanning country, blues, roots, New Orleans, and more. Blues legend Buddy Guy and multi-platinum country star Josh Turner are headlining, but the fest is full of gems straight down the bill, from Trombone Shorty and Carolyn Wonderland to David Nail and Leaving Austin. CAT JOHNSON


INFO: 11 a.m. Saturday and Sunday, May 28 and 29. Aptos Village Park, 100 Aptos Creek Road. $65-$120. 454-7900. WANT TO GO? Go to santacruz.com/giveaways before 11 a.m. on Friday, March 17, to find out how you could win a pair of Sunday tickets to the festival.

Film Review: Embrace of the Serpent

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The journey is definitely the destination in Embrace of the Serpent, a haunting meditation on culture, colonialism, and loss which this year became the first film out of Colombia to be nominated for an Academy Award in the Foreign Language category. Shot in captivating black-and-white on location in the remote jungles of the Amazon, it’s an absorbing piece of filmmaking with the power of myth in every frame.
The third film from Colombian director Ciro Guerra, Embrace Of The Serpent is inspired by the published journals of two real-life scientists who visited the Amazon at separate times: Theodor Koch-Grunberg came from Germany at the turn of the 20th century, followed by American Richard Evans Schultes some 40 years later. Each man recorded what he found in words and drawings, and their journals have become the only documented evidence we have left of several indigenous Amazonian cultures that have long since vanished.
Filmmaker Guerra decides to combine these two stories by inventing a character both expeditions have in common: the shaman Karamakate. A young man when Grunberg arrives in 1909, Karamakate is the last of his people after Europeans destroyed his village in their insatiable lust to harvest rubber from the region. An older, crankier Karamakate is no more impressed with “the whites” when ethnobiologist Schultes appears during World War II, following the course described in Grunberg’s book.
In both cases, the shaman reluctantly agrees to guide the travelers along the river. Through his eyes, we see the often devastating disruptions of tribal culture in his lifetime alone—before, during, and after exposure to the outsiders. And yet, Karamakate accompanies each explorer on his mission, hoping to persuade the white men to see and listen as the journey continues along the serpentine twists and turns of the Amazon into each man’s private heart of darkness.
The movie, too, glides elegantly in and out of its dual time frames as the parallel stories unspool. In 1909, young Karamakate (Nilbio Torres) tries to chase off a canoe bearing Grunberg (Jan Bijvoet). But Grunberg’s companion, Manduca (Yauenku Migue), a tribesman dressed in shirt and trousers, tells him they’ve been sent to ask the shaman the other tribes call the “World Mover” to help heal Grunberg, who is dying of fever.
Karamakate tells them the only way to heal him is with the yakruna plant, which only exists in some distant region. He doesn’t want to help any more white men, but when Grunberg says he’s seen members of the shaman’s lost tribe in that direction, Karamakate agrees to go with them. Along the way, he cooks up a daily brew of smoked coca leaves he blows through a pipe up Grunberg’s nose to keep him going.
By the time Schultes (Brionne Davis) paddles up to his bend in the river decades later, Karamakate (now played by Antonio Bolivar) says he can’t remember his culture. He fears he’s become a “chullachaqui”—an empty vessel with his own face, but nothing left inside. But Schultes (also in search of the yakruna plant) represents Karamakate’s last chance to make the white man understand the people of the Amazon and what’s become of them.
Guerra’s dreamlike pacing and sensuous imagery are often enthralling, even though the incidents the travelers encounter on the way can be harrowing. (Even the chevron-shaped scars of the tapped and bleeding rubber trees have a kind of grim beauty.) The story’s awful centerpiece is a mission school in the middle of the jungle where a Spanish priest beats “the devil” out of the young boys he’s stolen to convert, and forbids “pagan” languages. When Karakamate returns as an old man, the boys have grown into middle age unsupervised, cobbling together an obscene faux religion from Christmas carol lyrics, flagellation, and lurid snippets of Messiah mythology.
Things go a bit astray at the very end, with a hallucinatory color sequence that feels cliched. But the impressive cast of nonprofessional actors who are native to the region, and the grandeur of the natural world that Guerra captures so well make this a journey worth taking.


EMBRACE OF THE SERPENT
***1/2 (out of four)
With Nilbio Torres, Antonio Bolivar, Jan Bijvoet, and Brionne Davis. written by Ciro Guerra and Jacques Toulemonde Vidal. Directed by Ciro Guerra. An Oscilloscope release. 125 minutes. In Spanish, Portuguese, Catalan, and German with English subtitles.

Opinion

EDITOR’S NOTE

One of the complaints I hear most often from locals about Santa Cruz County is that “there’s nothing happening on the food scene.” This isn’t literally true, but then, they don’t mean it literally. We all have our favorite dining spots, and our favorite locally produced foods, and would wail to high heaven if they suddenly disappeared (I am still wailing about Lou’s Cajun Kitchen). But we also get so used to our regular meal haunts that we start to take them for granted after a while, and when we hear about snappy new food trends elsewhere—smoke, algae, moringa, whatever—we wonder if and when we’re going to get a taste. So, what people are really saying when they complain about “nothing happening” is that they want to see bold new culinary ideas here.
The thing is, they are here. It’s great when there’s a high-visibility place to find them, like the Santa Cruz Food Lounge, but sometimes they’re hidden away. One of our food writers who has dedicated herself to finding them is Lily Stoicheff, who recently started writing the “Love at First Bite” column every other week in GT for that exact purpose. This week, she’s written about a little-known nexus of culinary experimentation in Santa Cruz, the Commercial Kitchen Incubator Program in Watsonville. Home to almost three dozen food start-ups over the last three years, this program from the El Pájaro Commercial Development Corporation is nurturing exactly the kind of innovative ideas locals say they want to see on our food scene. And the stories of the people behind these startups are often what you’d least expect. Let’s all support the foodies who are feeding both our stomachs and our thirst for the new.
STEVE PALOPOLI | EDITOR-IN-CHIEF


LETTERS TO THE EDITOR

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Trust Betrayed
Re: “Posner Undisclosed” (GT, 3/9): You know that Santa Cruz has a housing crisis when our own city council member Micah Posner rents an illegal shed out of his backyard and doesn’t disclose the income because the unit is “unpermitted.”
Note to the voting public: no matter how “cool” your chosen politician appears to be, they generally don’t want to live under the same rules they would like to enforce upon the rest of us.
An elected official who votes for laws that restrict the housing market, while simultaneously benefiting from that same tight market by illegally renting a shed for $700 a month and then lying about it and hiding the income, epitomizes the corruption in government that the public is so angry about.
His actions are hypocritical, illegal, and dishonest, and they betray the public trust. Santa Cruz deserves better.
Richard Graves
Santa Cruz

Get Real
Re: “Posner Undisclosed”: I was amazed at the time spent explaining the Micah Posner cardinal sin of renting out a room for $700/month. The idea that such a thing could inspire any action at all demonstrates a clear lack of direction for our housing issues in Santa Cruz.

There is a significant housing shortage here. It hits renters, the single people and lower income people worst of all. Where are these people supposed to go when units like this are taken off the market? We need to get real—what happens to them?
It was cheap. $700 a month was a figure that Micah’s former tenant will not find elsewhere. I only hope that said tenant finds something that he/she can afford after being kicked out by the city.
There actually are some really squalid and abusive housing situations existing in Santa Cruz and Live Oak, and no one seems minimally interested in addressing these disgusting situations.

I find this ridiculous. We need to move on to the real issues.
Paula Barsamian
Santa Cruz

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Re: Electoral College Local Talk
California has enacted the National Popular Vote bill. It would guarantee the presidency to the candidate who receives the most popular votes in the country. Every vote, everywhere, would be politically relevant and equal in every presidential election. No more distorting and divisive red and blue state maps of pre-determined outcomes. There would no longer be a handful of “battleground” states (where the two major political parties happen to have similar levels of support among voters) where voters and policies are more important than those of the voters in 38-plus states, like California, that have just been “spectators” and ignored after the conventions.
The National Popular Vote bill would take effect when enacted by states with a majority of the electoral votes—270 of 538. All of the presidential electors from the enacting states will be supporters of the presidential candidate receiving the most popular votes in all 50 states (and D.C.)—thereby guaranteeing that candidate with an Electoral College majority.
The bill has passed 34 state legislative chambers in 23 rural, small, medium, large, red, blue, and purple states with 261 electoral votes. The bill has been enacted by 11 jurisdictions with 165 electoral votes–61 percent of the 270 necessary to go into effect.
—Susan Anthony


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GOOD IDEA

JUST FOR BREW
Tensions at UCSC and among alumni reached a boiling point after the university announced it would be changing the way the Stevenson Coffee House operates and launching a renovation. Administrators later clarified that they plan to introduce Jewish foods and that the kitchen would need remodeling. UCSC has announced feedback sessions to hear from the community at 1 p.m. on Tuesday, April 5 and 6 p.m. on April 6 at the Stevenson Coffee House.


GOOD WORK

GREEN PLAYER
And now a post from our Department of Shameless Self Promotion: Good Times is now a Green Certified Business, we found out last week. GT is the only green-certified newspaper in the county, according to the Monterey Green Business Program, which recognized our LEED-certified printer and energy-efficient office building, among other eco-friendly elements. There are 3,000 Certified Green Businesses in the state. For more information, visit montereybaygreenbusiness.org.


QUOTE OF THE WEEK

“Know your food, know your farmers and know your kitchen.”

-Joel Salatin

From The Editor

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Gallery Tour

Over the next four weeks, the Felix Kulpa Gallery will blur the lines between visual, musical, kinetic, and even culinary arts, as it hosts choreographer Cid Pearlman’s latest reimagining of the divide between performer and audience.
“This is living art to me,” says gallery director, Robbie Schoen. “It moves on its own.”
Pearlman has designed “Economies of Effort 3” to go beyond the typical notions of what a dance show can be.
“We’re even planning to make soup,” says Pearlman, “So when dancers aren’t dancing, they may sit down and make soup.”
It’s all part of her larger creative philosophy, Pearlman says.
“I want the dances I make to show the complexity of the world and the people in it. It’s how we continue to grow audiences for live performance.”
Her vision fits into a maker movement that encourages open access to art: “People want to know about the process and be in the same room with it,” says Pearlman. “The closer they can get to us, the more permeable the membrane is, so there’s not a fourth wall. They’re with us.”
And they will get close, Schoen says. “People are falling and jumping. They’re swinging their limbs around. You’re within a fraction of an inch.”
Schoen and Pearlman have collaborated in the past, working together on “Economies of Effort 1,” and he’s thrilled to continue the conversation they began then about creativity and agency. In a slightly ironic nod to the name, “Economies of Effort 3” is free, although audience members are encouraged to reserve a space in advance, as the gallery can only accommodate 35 guests at a time.
“I’ve always been interested in interdisciplinary work,” says Pearlman. “In building that first piece, dancers basically created their own worlds, so we had control over the lighting, props and sound throughout. We were able to be creative and self-sufficient.”
The results can be seen in photographs from past shows covering the gallery walls, where the choreography included dancers constructing their own staging with power tools.
Using the Felix Kulpa’s indoor and outdoor sculptures (which include a converted telephone booth and junked television sets), Pearlman says, was a natural next step.
“I wanted to do something immersive and site-specific this time, as well as something really accessible to the audience. We’ve spent the last two months in the gallery creating micro-spaces throughout, so they’ll be able to move around inside and outside,” says Pearlman. “There will be more than one thing going on at any one time. [The audience] will have the freedom to choose their own path.”
In placing dancers within the confines of a gallery, even one with a range of architectures, she hopes to challenge the notion that dance is ephemeral.
“I want to make the labor of dance visible, and to question the idea that it’s more temporary and less tangible than other art forms.”
One of Pearlman’s dancers and collaborators, Collette Kollewe, says the audience will get to tour the performance the way they would tour a gallery, which will make the dancers’ movements more relatable.
“The objects we’re interacting with are extremely recognizable to the audience. They might not have a giant box in their house, or use a ladder the way we do,” she says. “But up close, they can imagine what it’s like to move with these limited resources in this limited space. They get to walk through it.”
Fifteen dancers, ages 22 to 66, comprise “Economies of Effort 3.” Pearl takes pride in the fact that their body types vary and their movement shifts all over the map between hard and soft, fast and slow, electric and deliberate.
She cites her background in punk rock and Aikido as fueling her creative and kinetic language.
“My work can have a darkness and thick physicality, but there’s also an inherent optimism to it,” she says. “I have a lot of faith in people, that given the right motivation and information, they’ll do the right thing.”
What has surprised her about collaborating with Schoen and the dancers at the Felix Kulpa Gallery is the endless opportunity to create micro-worlds of movement and meaning. What has surprised Schoen is the sheer joy of collaboration.
“It really turns me on,” he says. “I’m doing things I’ve always wanted to do. It makes me want to get up early and move.”


7:30 p.m., 9:30 p.m., March 17-20, 24-27. Felix Kulpa Gallery, 107 Elm St., Santa Cruz. Reservations suggested and entry is limited to 35 people per performance. cidpearlman.org.

What is the meaning of life?

lt-taschaBeing at peace. Connecting with other people, and with nature.

Tascha Foy, Santa Cruz, Speech Language Pathologist

Damned Yankees

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From January to Oscar night, the movies are in the doldrums. The last few Oscar contenders are trickling into neighborhood theaters, along with a few lumbering misfits that are not now, nor have they ever been, worthy of any kind of awards push. But it’s a very fertile time for horror movies, the traditional antidote to feel-good holiday fare, and the gnarlier, the better.
So you don’t expect much from a movie called The Witch (or, to be true to the advertising campaign, The VVitch). Its early colonial America setting suggests the Salem witch trials, satanic rites, vintage Hammer horror films. But this movie is nothing quite so cheesy, nor as gory, as you might expect; it’s an often squirmingly intense psychological drama of hysteria and religious fanaticism.
It’s still plenty scary (at least, very, very creepy), but it’s fearful anticipation that propels the narrative, not in-your-face violence. Like the best horror/suspense movies (think of the original The Haunting, from 1963), The Witch plays mercilessly on our dread of what might be lurking in the shadows, rather than actually showing much onscreen—and is all the more effective because of it. Oh, yes, there’s blood, but not so much of the usual fx gore-mongering.
Set in New England, ca. 1630—60 years before the famed Salem witch trials—The Witch is rich in period detail, meticulously researched by rookie writer-director Robert Eggers. (Historically correct stitching in the costumes, appropriate period objects and tools, etc.) The Puritan elders of a settlement called the “plantation,” are denouncing one of its members, William (Ralph Ineson), for the sin of pride. William, his anxious wife Katherine (Kate Dickie), and their five children are cast out of the community to homestead on a distant, isolated tract of land at the edge of a sinister wood.
Theirs is the first generation of settlers to come directly from England in search of freedom to worship their wrathful, demanding god. We don’t know the nature of William’s supposed “sin,” but the family spends every waking moment praying and repenting for their “corrupt nature,” while attending to the hard labor of running their farm. But their corn rots, their hen’s eggs are full of blood, and William decides it’s a punishment from God—leading to more praying and fasting.
At the center of the tale is eldest daughter, Thomasin (lovely Anya Taylor-Joy), dutiful and uncomplaining. Through no fault of her own, her pubescent body has begun to attract the covert attention of her kid brother, Caleb (Harvey Scrimshaw). But when a mishap occurs to one of the younger children while under Thomasin’s care, a psychic firestorm begins brewing around her that gradually engulfs the entire family.
OK, no spoilers here. But the hysteria and paranoia levels rise to a fever pitch, even as the movie’s visual focus becomes ever smaller, more claustrophobic and intense. The action is staged in cramped quarters by flickering firelight, a shadowy barn, or deep in the dense, dark woods. As family members alternately suspect, blame, and rage at each other, excessive piety toward their unresponsive god fails to produce good results, and the Devil is blamed for everything else. It’s no wonder everyone goes a little nuts, as Eggers suggests the most volatile “corruption” comes from inside the mind.
Eggers amps up the atmosphere: musical passages rise to alarming crescendos, even when nothing is happening onscreen. Twigs snap, and unseen predators rumble in the woods. Eggers shoots everything from the same close, realistic point-of-view, so if something weird does appear onscreen, we’re never sure if it’s meant to be a dream, the result of someone’s overstimulated imagination, or “real.”
This is the kind of eerie dynamic between reality and fantasy that was handled so well in Pan’s Labyrinth. Subtitled A New England Folk Tale, the film conjures classic images from fairy tales and folklore: a bloody apple; a red-cloaked figure glimpsed in the wood. Whether or not The Devil is loose among this family, or they’re preyed on by devils of their own making, Eggers leaves it up to the viewer to decide.


THE WITCH: A NEW ENGLAND FOLK TALE
***(out of four)
With Anya Taylor-Joy, Ralph Ineson, Kate Dickie, Harvey Scrimshaw. Written and directed by Robert Eggers. An A24 release. Rated R. 92 minutes.

Be Our Guest: Buika

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Spanish vocalist Concha Buika, better known as Buika, has been compared to some of the most powerful vocalists of all time: Nina Simone, Billie Holiday, Edith Piaf and Cesaria Evora. But Buika is an immense talent in her own right. Pairing Spanish coplas and American torch songs with pulsing Latin rhythms, she has established herself as a player on the international music stage. Buika has worked with an all-star roster of artists from different genres, including Pat Metheny, Chick Corea, Chucho Valdés, and Anoushka Shankar, and she took home a Latin Grammy for El Último Trago, her 2010 collaboration with Valdés. Her latest album, Vivir Sin Miedo, is her first with English lyrics.


INFO: 7:30 p.m. Sunday, March 20. Rio Theatre, 1205 Soquel Ave., Santa Cruz. $35/gen, $50/gold. 423-8209. WANT TO GO? Go to santacruz.com/giveaways before 11 a.m. on Friday, March 11 to find out how you could win a pair of tickets to the show.

Love Your Local Band: Michael Martyn

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Michael Martyn has been gigging locally as “Michael Martyn Good Medicine” since 1979. For a while, he was playing five nights a week, maybe more, and has played every venue in town. He’s a local legend, kind of.
“I’m one of the most well-known unknown musicians in Santa Cruz,” Martyn jokes. “I’ve been playing all around Santa Cruz forever. I’ve been on KPIG radio. I’ve hosted a ton of open mics, but since a lot of the venues are gone for solo or duo acoustic music, there’s not a lot. I’m persistent. I’m going to do it till I can’t play anymore.”
When Martyn does play these days, it’s usually a stripped-down Americana type thing, with influences ranging from Bob Dylan, Neil Young, and the Byrds. However, his 66th birthday bash show Thursday at Don Quixote’s will offer a rare glimpse of what he sounds like backed by a full electric band.
“I can’t afford my band. They’re like the top A-team of Santa Cruz,” Martyn says. “Everybody thinks I’m going to play country because I wear a cowboy hat. No, I do rock. It’s folk-rock, blues-based psychedelic rock. This show will be Americana rocked up.”
Through the years, as the lineups have changed, Martyn has considered changing his band name, but the more he thought about it, the more he knows it would set him back.
“I learned it from Willie Nelson. He said once that if you keep changing your name, no one is going to know who you are. If you keep the same name, they’re always going to know who you are.”


INFO: 7:30 p.m. Thursday, March 10 at Don Quixote’s, 6275 Hwy. 9, Felton. $10. 335-2800.

Heart of Glass

How a raku party at Waddell Beach led to Ann Morhauser's glass empire Annieglass

Be Our Guest: Santa Cruz American Music Festival

Win tickets to the Santa Cruz American Music Festival in Aptos Village Park May 28-29 on SantaCruz.com

Film Review: Embrace of the Serpent

 A culture fades on the Amazon in haunting 'Embrace of the Serpent'

Opinion

March 16, 2016

From The Editor

Plus Letters To the Editor One of the complaints I hear most often from locals about Santa Cruz County is that “there’s nothing happening on the food scene.” This isn’t literally true, but then, they don’t mean it literally. We all have our favorite dining spots, and our favorite locally produced foods, and would wail to...

Gallery Tour

Robbie Schoen lets Cid Pearlman loose in the Felix Kulpa to challenge traditional concepts of dance performance

What is the meaning of life?

Being at peace. Connecting with other people, and with nature. Tascha Foy, Santa Cruz, Speech Language Pathologist             Halloween is every day. Bunny, Santa Cruz, Teacher             Live it long, live it well, have a good kid, and leave a pretty corpse. Chris Curtis, Santa Cruz,...

Damned Yankees

Psychological dread amps up eerie ‘The Witch’

Be Our Guest: Buika

Win tickets to BUIKA at The Rio on SantaCruz.com

Love Your Local Band: Michael Martyn

Michael Martyn plays March 10 at Don Quixote's.
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