How do you know love is real?

lt-beccaWhen you feel the groove in your heart and you’re inspired to dance.

Becca Bing, Boulder Creek, Teacher

Sculpted Frames

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Shelby Graham lives surrounded by artwork—it’s in her gallery, her UCSC office, and in her photography studio behind her home near West Cliff Drive. Images—both making and organizing them—have been her passion since her very first camera, a high school birthday gift from her brother.
Graham exactly suits her studio space, which is sleekly equipped with computer, copier, scanner, photographic infrastructure, and loads of oversized images of butterflies, rocks and botanica. She is selecting large photographs from her haunting Drought Series when I visit her studio, some of them destined for the Valentine’s Ball auction at the MAH.
“The series began two years ago at a residency where I was encouraged to try new work,” Graham says. “I wanted a subject that was current. I came home and saw some dried, withered jasmine vines in my yard. So I turned my backyard into a studio and began to photograph.”
Utilizing matte white backgrounds, Graham turned the drought-twisted vines into a photographic series. “A site-specific modular installation—it was a way of creating a large-scale project that would also be easy to transport and store,” Graham says. “I learned that when I lived in Japan for two years during the early 1990s. The aesthetics of small living quarters. I had big ideas, but not enough space or time,” she says.
Director and curator of UCSC’s Sesnon Art Gallery since 1999, Graham has even less time to juggle the hats of photographer, mom, lecturer in photography, and primary curator of exhibitions. “The biggest change at the Sesnon over the years is that now there are more ambitious projects. We used to do unique exhibitions that featured artists no one had ever heard of,” she says with a laugh. “Now we want a broader reach.”
Feb. 12 kicks off Sesnon’s first collaboration with UCSC’s Institute of the Arts & Sciences. The Collective Museum Exhibition is the result of three visiting artists who re-envisioned the university—all 2,000 of its acres—as a museum. Artists will lead an all-day tour of the outdoor museum, including a walk through the site and the people and stories that comprise the unique UCSC campus. “Like artists, gallery directors in the 21st century have to promote their own work. You have to champion your own shows,” says the tireless promoter of Sesnon exhibitions.
“When I’m in curator mode I want to look at a wide diversity of ideas. I know what it takes to mount a show. It’s an architectural skill,” Graham contends, flashing a million-watt smile. “I can visualize how to put up the show, yet still leave room for the happy accident. You have to be open to letting the materials speak.”
How do you mount an exhibition in a gallery space? “You need a strong idea. One that you can pitch,” she stresses. “So I always work hard on the concept and in having a strong title. That’s incredibly important.” Then Graham moves the idea forward. “You figure out how you can show the idea, and then pull images together to illustrate that concept.” Will it be a solo show, or a group show? “To actually select the work, I do a lot of studio visits, asking artists to create specific pieces. I wear all these hats,” she says. Even with plenty of student assistants, she is a hands-on curator personally doing painting, hauling, dismantling, heavy lifting, and all-around schlepping.
“Everything is a decision-making situation,” Graham says. “There has to be a reason why you paint the wall blue, or that a certain piece should be selected, or that the items should be displayed in certain ways and not others. It comes with practice.”
Born in Wisconsin, to a painter mother and an engineer father, Graham was hooked early. “When my mom went to art events, I came along with her. She used my kiddie pool for one of her ’60s happenings,” she says. Graham soaked up museum collections in Chicago while in high school and enrolled in the art program at Colorado State University. “That’s where I also learned to ski,” she says with a grin.
Devotion to outdoor sports—including mountain biking and tennis—led to meeting her future husband, novelist Thad Nodine, at an ultimate frisbee tournament in Denver. “We moved to Santa Cruz where he went to grad school. I taught high school for four years and then got my M.F.A in photography from San Jose State,” she says. “There I found my creative identity as a sculptural photographer.” It’s an identity she explored during her two years teaching in Japan.
With her sons now in college, Graham looks forward to pursuing artist residencies and expanding her own photographic work. “I work more hours at UCSC now because I’m not going to basketball games. There aren’t enough hours in the day,” admits the high-energy arts czarina with a serious yoga practice. “I try to carry that practice through my week, being grounded and balanced, and yet being ready for anything that comes at me.”
Graham, the photographer, has enjoyed the transition from traditional darkroom photographic techniques to digital photography. “Even though you can see what you’ve got right away, there are always surprises,” she says. “That’s the best part—finding something that I didn’t expect.” shelbygrahamart.com.

Soquel Vineyards

With Valentine’s Day coming up this weekend, a voluptuous velvety wine to share with your sweetie is bound to be on your agenda. This special day should be celebrated by lovers everywhere—think hearts, flowers, and, of course, red vino. You don’t want to be drinking some flabby wine without any backbone—better by far to splurge on a sexy elixir that will make your sweetheart swoon.
Soquel Vineyards’ 2012 Cabernet Sauvignon Napa Valley ($55) falls easily into the sensuous category. Drenched in serious flavor, it’s not surprising that this wine was a gold medal winner in the 2015 San Francisco Chronicle Wine Competition.
“The regional character of the Napa Valley is showcased in this Bordeaux blend,” say the winemakers at Soquel Vineyards of this classic Cab. The blend includes 80 percent Cab, 15 percent Malbec, 3 percent Cabernet Franc, and 2 percent Petit Verdot, and offers “layers of sweet, creamy French oak with aromas of dark plum, blueberry, tobacco, and sage.” Full of dark fruit flavors and black pepper—with a dash of vanilla—this full-bodied wine pairs well with everything from burgers and sausage to prime rib and lamb. Start out with a bit of Stilton or blue cheese and a glass of Cab—you can’t go wrong. This wine just loves fat and protein.
Soquel Vineyards also makes a very wallet-friendly Trinity Rosso—a complex blend of old-vine Zinfandel, Cabernet Sauvignon and Malbec, which sells for a reasonable $16. A winding drive up Glen Haven Road takes you to Soquel Vineyards’ beautiful property and tasting room, a perfect destination for Valentine’s weekend!
Soquel Vineyards, 8063 Glen Haven Road, Soquel, 462-9045. Open for tasting Saturday and Sunday, 11 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. soquelvineyards.com.

Salmon Release

Santa Cruz Fish Company is importing some delicious Mt. Cook Alpine Salmon from New Zealand’s pure glacial water, which New Leaf will be showcasing this weekend. This is the first farmed salmon to get the best choice in sustainability by Monterey Bay Aquarium’s Seafood Watch program. santacruzfish.com.

Be Our Guest: Santa Cruz Symphony Family Concert

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There’s no shortage of classical compositions about disaster, heartbreak, loss and devastation. But, there are also plenty of joyful, light-hearted pieces that act as fantastic gateways for newcomers to the genre. The Santa Cruz Symphony has rounded up four mostly classical pieces to introduce the younger set to the wonders of the symphony, performing Lennon and McCartney’s “Beatles Guide to the Orchestra,” “Aquarium” from Camille Saint-Saëns Carnival of Animals, Louis Prima’s “Sing Sing Sing (With a Swing),” and the Finale to Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9. The performance promises to be a lively, engaging time for the whole family.
INFO: Sunday, March 6, 2 p.m. Santa Cruz Civic Auditorium, 307 Church St., Santa Cruz. $8-$12. 426-6966.


WANT TO GO? Go to santacruz.com/giveaways before 11 a.m. on Friday, Feb. 12 to find out how you could win a pair of tickets to the performance.

Love Your Local Band: Charmas

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The original incarnation of Charmas formed some years back. The players met while at traditional Irish music jam sessions. And this is precisely the kind of music Charmas played in the beginning. But over time, and with some lineup changes, the group has really broadened their definition of what a “Celtic” band can be.
“We do some shows that are real Celtic traditional, like our Christmas shows. Other times we’ll play at Boardwalk Bowl and we’ll do ‘The Distance’ by Cake. I’ll play the guitar riff on the bagpipes,” says fiddle and bagpipe player Elise MacGregor Ferrell. “We also know a lot of sea shanties.”
In addition to Ferrell, the band includes Aaron Clegg (vocals, flute, sax), Jim Powell (vocals, guitar), Mick O’Briain (vocals, bass), and Devin Lara (drum kit). Richard Dwyer (vocals, low whistle, bodhran hand drum) is a frequent guest.
Often times, audiences won’t experience every side of Charmas at a single show. It’s the venue/setting that dictates what kind of material they’ll bring. Depending on the night, they might seem like a totally different band.
“We play at wineries and we just play instrumental, beautiful music and some gentle love songs and people love that. If they saw our rock show, they’d be like, ‘what?’ It’s just a little schizophrenic,” says Ferrell.
In this tradition, Charmas have a very unique show set up for this coming Valentine’s Day. They are billing it as a sort of anti-love show, or as they call it “Songs From Cupid’s Blacklist.” Within the context of traditional Irish love songs, it makes sense.
“In almost every Celtic song, the lovers are murdering each other, or it doesn’t come out well—the hearts are always broken. We’re going to do both dark comedy songs and some really beautiful songs, but the love doesn’t turn out too happily,” Ferrell says. “We do a beautiful song where the guy is trying to cross the Annan River to his lover, but he drowns. That’s how Celtic songs go.”


INFO: 7 p.m. Sunday, Feb. 14. Don Quixote’s, 6275 CA-9, Felton. $12/adv, $14/door. 335-2800.

Temple of Umami at Miyuki

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My friends can be divided into two groups: those who have never heard of Miyuki, a Japanese restaurant in Watsonville, and those who worship it. The eyes of the latter would widen as they recounted unfamiliar dishes—and quickly turn distressed when they found out that I’d never been there, after which they would insist that we make a pilgrimage at once.
So last week, I finally wound my way through the strawberry capital to the temple of all things umami. Two loyal Miyuki-ers (Miyuki-ites?) joined me. One friend is from Watsonville and the other grew up in Japantown over the hill, so I didn’t even bother picking up the menu, and let them fill our table with plate after plate of Japanese homestyle cooking.
The first dish to arrive, Tataki, turned out to be my favorite of the evening: slim slices of raw, buttery albacore, lounging under onion, seaweed, fresh ginger, and lime.
Next up was the mysterious yet aptly named Scallop Dynamite, which was a steaming egg custard served in an oyster shell with tiny pieces of tender scallop hidden within. The whole thing is bubbling and golden, glazed with salty ponzu sauce and dusted with sesame seeds. I investigated this delightful dish with my chopsticks before giving up and happily slurping it, Hog Island-style.
More dishes arrived. My friend opened a snug lacquered box and revealed a dark filet of grilled eel, caramelized with sweetened soy sauce, on a bed of rice.
Steam flowed from Udon Nabeyaki, a hot pot of thick, toothsome noodles in a rich, deeply flavorful broth, in which a dropped egg poached itself among the fish cake and mushrooms, accompanied by a crispy pile of crackling vegetable and shrimp tempura. Removing the lid from a painted tea cup, I found a steamy egg soup with bites of seven different kinds of seafood (I counted). We cleansed our palates with dignified pyramids of rice sprinkled with black sesame seeds and slices of pickled beet. Somehow we managed to cram a platter of Chef’s Choice sashimi and a few bombers of Asahi beer among the mayhem.
Embarrassingly full, we extended our meal by reliving it in detail on the drive home. And lo, I was thus anointed.


452 E Lake Ave., Watsonville, 728-1620.
 

By the Numbers

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To most people, an environmental document—like CalTrans’ draft on Highway 1 improvements—seems more like a cure for insomnia than an interesting read.
But that apparently isn’t the case for activist Jack Nelson, the retired county planner who went looking for the projected annual carbon emissions of possible plans to add lanes to Highway 1. Nelson eventually found them, buried on page 408 of the air quality study’s online PDF. The figures appear to be off, though, he says, possibly by a magnitude of a couple hundred.
“Those are important numbers,” says Nelson, the co-chair of the Campaign for Sustainable Transportation. “That’s the future of our sky.”
A chart on that page shows a few inconsistencies, appearing to mix up daily figures with yearly ones. It says, for instance, that if no changes were made to the highway, carbon emissions would total 380 metric tons per year—a figure Nelson says would be impossible, based on the daily vehicle-miles-traveled figures in the chart.
The same chart, just a few rows away, also states that the average miles traveled on a weekday would be 650,000. According to EPA numbers for carbon emitted per mile, that would create about 265 metric tons of carbon emissions per day—over two thirds of what CalTrans projected per year.
So, where did CalTrans get its projection? An input error is Nelson’s guess.
The chart states that weekend emissions, daily peak-hour emissions, and daily non-peak-hour emissions come out to 86, 248 and 46 metric tons respectively.
Add all those up, and you get 380—CalTrans’ magic number.
The Campaign for Sustainable Transportation is lobbying against a possible ballot measure to fund local roads, public transit, rail corridor improvement, the rail trail and the highway, which would get 25 percent of the funds.
Of course, the numbers in the draft study may turn out to be a tiny detail in discussions over the future of transportation in the county, but it is worth mentioning these same figures are indeed referenced in the accompanying 528-page environmental document.
CalTrans officials tell GT they can’t speak about the report while they review comments from the public, which were due on Jan. 18, and compile the final report. But Casey Beyer, executive director of the Santa Cruz County Business Council, says a couple of wrong numbers shouldn’t be blown out of proportion.
“One fact in a 500-page document can and should be corrected,” Beyer says. “But to take that one fact that doesn’t seem accurate and make the assumption that the whole EIR is flawed—that’s not accurate, either. You have to look at the whole EIR.”

Cole Miner

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Last year, Bay Area guitarist and vocalist George Cole got an unexpected valentine of sorts from Green Day frontman Billie Joe Armstrong, on Twitter: “my friend & old guitar teacher george cole…rad music, amazing guitar player & musician I’ve admired since I was 8.”
In fact, Cole mentored both Armstrong and his Green Day bandmate Mike Dirnt, and while you might not hear much of Cole’s virtuosic vintage-jazz style—he’s often compared to Django Reinhardt—in “Basket Case,” Cole appreciates not only Armstrong’s shout out, but his music, as well.
“Even if I didn’t like it, I would probably say I did,” Cole admits snarkily over the phone. “But I actually do. Green Day’s awesome. I’m a huge fan.”
His former pupils have even turned the tables, Cole says, with their unshakable allegiance to their native East Bay and Bay Area music scene. Cole used to downplay his own roots in NorCal—which, let’s face it, isn’t exactly considered the height of urban sophistication by jazz types—but he’s changed his tune.
“In a way, they’ve influenced me,” he says. “They’re so proud to be from the East Bay that it makes me think ‘wow, I am, too.’ I’m really proud to be from the East Bay and the Bay Area music scene. I think it’s a great place to be from musically.”
It’s certainly provided him with some of his most interesting collaborators, the most recent of them being David “Dawg” Grisman. Cole has been playing guitar in Grisman’s band for two years now, and it was Grisman who gave Cole the idea for the “Cole Sings Cole” show he’ll be performing at the Kuumbwa on Valentine’s Day. Cole and his trio will be performing the songs of Nat King Cole, as well as some of his original songs.
Cole knew and loved Nat King Cole’s hits, but when Grisman loaned him a box set, Cole dug into the jazz icon’s piano trio work, which features what he describes as “amazing interplay between the musicians.”
Cole, pianist Larry Dunlap and upright bassist Jim Kerwin will go for the same interplay as they play Cole’s best-known songs and lesser-known gems. They plan to record an album of Cole’s work—at Green Day’s Jingletown Studios.
“It’s like worlds colliding,” says Cole.
As for doing the “Cole Sings Cole” show on Valentine’s Day in Santa Cruz, Cole says, “It makes perfect sense. Hey, I love Bruno Mars, I love urban funk, but the thing about Nat Cole is these love songs. These songs never go out of style.”


‘Cole Sings Cole’ will be performed at 3 p.m. Sunday, Feb. 14 at the Kuumbwa. Tickets are $25; 479-9421.

Heart Me Up

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If you hate Valentine’s Day, you’re doing it wrong.
That may seem like a bold statement, but it’s nothing compared to the vitriol that’s directed at this holiday. Every year I see Valentine’s Day attacked and slandered, but if people knew Valentine’s Day like I do, they wouldn’t say such mean things. My love for Valentine’s Day is pure and decidedly unromantic, and the time has come to stand up for it. Come on and drink the cupid Kool-Aid.
I’ve spent all of January nursing a hangover from December, dieting and downloading fitness apps. Now, when I think I can’t handle another kale salad, Valentine’s Day will sashay in with a bottle of prosecco and a plate of pink cupcakes, ready to finally kick the new year into high gear.

Unlike Christmas or Thanksgiving, Valentine’s Day doesn’t burden me with a tight schedule of family obligations—it’s just about giggling and eating as much chocolate as possible. Valentine’s Day is sugar-coated and fizzy. It’s the pink marshmallow Peep of holidays. What’s not to love?
Since I was young, I’ve made Valentine’s Day cards for my family and friends. The task involves construction paper, Elmer’s glue, old fashion magazines and, since my 20s, quite a bit of wine. It’s childish and silly, but I look forward to collaging these dorky little gifts every year. And when I slide one under my roommate’s door, or hand one to my friend when we meet for coffee, their expressions are priceless. Whether I’ve chosen sweet, corny puns or covered the whole thing in boobs and penises, they’re always thrilled. Embarrassing your friends with hilariously lewd homemade cards is good, clean fun.
Sure, I’ve had some sweet Valentine’s Days with significant others, with gifts and plans and boot knockin’. But even if I’m not romantically attached when the middle of February rolls around, I still look forward to throwing on some red lipstick and putting those candy hearts that are 99.9 percent chalk into grammatically incorrect sonnets of love.  
Some argue that Valentine’s Day has been taken over by commercialism, and walking through a CVS in January, that certainly seems true. Yes, Americans can commodify anything. We’re really good at it. But people use this argument like they don’t have a choice in what to buy. The commercial onslaught is indeed troubling, but my advice is to turn off the TV, or TiVo through those ridiculous diamond commercials. Or better yet, create a drinking game with loved ones! Take a sip for every velvet box opened. Finish your drink if she gets a car!
We have so few genuine holidays, and it would be a shame to let cynicism win out again on this one. Based on the groans I hear from friends and coworkers when V-Day is brought up, I’d wager people have been pushing away from the romantic roots of this holiday for a while now. I know it’s cool to hate Valentine’s Day, but wouldn’t it be more rebellious to reinterpret the holiday so it’s useful to us? Let’s recycle Valentine’s Day, instead of throwing it the trash and waiting for the next new thing to come along. It’s more sustainable.
Hearing it called “Singles Awareness Day” makes me cringe, as if not being in a romantic partnership is something to overcome. Valentine’s Day is an opportunity to celebrate all forms of love.
I hear the naysayers: “We should celebrate love every day, not just one day a year.” Well, yeah, but the fact is we don’t. We’re way too busy and selfish most of the time. But is that any reason to neglect it on this day as well? Is saying “I love you” and “I appreciate and am thankful for you” less meaningful today because we didn’t say it yesterday and might forget to say it tomorrow?
Maybe rosy cocktails and lewd puns aren’t your jam. I’m not trying to tell anyone how to celebrate. I’m just suggesting that life is too short and full of dreary non-fun things to write off an opportunity to bask in love. If we’re not interested in planning a date with a love-ah or any of the above, maybe just take a few minutes of the day to love ourselves.
 

Walking With a Ghost

I was 19 when I was in the worst accident of my life: left knee dislocated, ligaments destroyed, right wrist broken, upper jawbone cracked, and three teeth gone for good. That all hurt, a lot, but being ghosted by the guy I’d been dating at the time—the same one who was with me during the accident, stayed at my side in the ER, and washed, fed, and clothed me when I was released from the hospital—that hurt more.
The term “ghosting” is not in the dictionary (yet), it’s a pop culture term for when someone drops out of another person’s life without explanation. Whether gradually or abruptly, it’s often marked by a deafening silence when texting, calling or communicating through social media.
Ghosting has become a shamefully integral part of dating culture for people in their teens to mid-30s, especially with the normalization of online chatting and text messaging. And it has got to stop.
“Ghosting is more prevalent with online dating, which didn’t used to be that way—you dated people because you had some sort of connection. Now people are dating outside their social circles,” says local marriage and family therapist Tracy Wikander. “That creates a feeling of being anonymous, which lends itself more to the process of ghosting. There’s less accountability.”
There are a number of things we might want to disappear from: work, school, doctor’s appointments, etc. And fading out of someone’s life instead of explaining the emotion behind our resignation sounds way simpler, right?  
“We have this concept that it’s easier, but emotionally, actually it isn’t,” says Wikander, explaining that the clients she’s had who’ve done the ghosting often remember the guilt of it longer than they remember flat-out rejecting someone. “That’s almost a sign of something being entrenched in the dating culture, of something really unhealthy, disrespectful and, frankly, emotionally immature.”
In her practice, Wikander says most people ghosting are 30 or under—“when a lot of people aren’t yet in their personal power,” she says. What’s really messed up, says Wikander, is that she sees people who’ve been ghosted turn around and ghost the next person.
While I’ve bonded in shame with many others on this point, I admit, I pretty much ghosted the rest of my way through college because I kind of thought that’s how it was done. I was also terrified of getting close to another person, and emotionless trysts lent themselves nicely to ghosting patterns. And it was very often mutual because, hey, college.
That’s pretty common, says Wikander, because being denied closure in a way that is now normalized can lead to severe trust issues in future relationships.
Elle writer Nora Crotty crafted her own survey about ghosting among 185 young people, 120 women and 65 men. Since the term is still relatively new, there is little statistical data on a wider scale, so Crotty recruited respondents through social media. From her small sample, 33 percent of men had been ghosted and had ghosted others while 26 percent of women fell in the same category.
It’s a reality of dating nowadays; “deal with it,” some say. And most of us have ghosted—even Charlize Theron broke up with Sean Penn by way of ghosting (celebrities, they’re just like us!).
“We each sit alone, staring at this black screen with a whole range of emotions,” writes comedian Aziz Ansari in his book Modern Romance. “But in a strange way, we are all doing it together, and we should take solace in the fact that no one has a clue what’s going on.”
Ansari has been a major catalyst for the recent broader conversation around dating culture. His book, stand-up comedy show and Netflix show Master of None all take on the romantic cowardice that technology has enabled.
“I think we hide behind texting,” says Wikander. Online dating and technology is great, she says, but it also gives us many more opportunities to swipe away a person’s “humanness.”
“People can be very conflict- or confrontation-avoidant. It’s a learned behavior that can absolutely change,” says Wikander. “A lot of times it’s around fear, insecurity within themselves—they’re so afraid of expressing themselves because they don’t want to hurt the other person.”

HOW TO NOT BE A JERK

Traci, 29, moved to Santa Cruz from Oakland a few months ago and she says that although dating is hard everywhere, one thing stood out.
“Santa Cruz is so small. It surprised me that people think they can still do that here. It’s not that possible to disappear,” says Traci, who wishes to keep her last name anonymous. “The likelihood that you will run into people should keep you honest.”
Traci says that when she’s only gone on a couple of dates with someone, she likes to wait for them to get in touch instead of obliterating their Monday with a surprise “Hey you’re great, but I’m not interested in you as a person. K thanks, have a good life” kind of text message.
Traci has ghosted and been ghosted, and she says that ultimately, both just feel gross. If you’re not feeling a connection with the person, it’s OK, she says: it doesn’t make you a bad person.  
“It’s never good to drop off when someone is reaching out to you,” she adds. Unless, of course, your physical safety is in jeopardy. Then, ghost fast and ghost hard and get the heck out of there. A quick and dirty guide to letting someone down easy? Don’t be a jerk.
One bizarre reality that Ansari writes about in Modern Romance and talks about in his stand-up show is that, oddly, we sometimes prefer being lied to. We’d rather hear something about the person just being too busy because it takes us out of the equation.
The problem with that, though, is that you can’t really be busy forever. In the long run, it’s simpler to let someone down easy with a message that keeps you “on your side of the street,” as Wikander says. And please, don’t use a fake death as an excuse.
“It’s really about being respectful to yourself in creating communication with another human being in a kind and appropriate way,” says Wikander. “When it’s important, pick up the phone.”
If the idea of speaking actual words to this person over the phone incurs instant nausea, a sensitively worded text message is better than nothing at all, says Wikander.

THE RABBIT HOLE

Last August, recent UCSC graduate Danny Williams had made plans to pick his boyfriend up from John Wayne Airport in Orange County. He had been in Spain for two months, and although Williams lived three hours away from Orange County, they’d agreed he’d pick him up and they’d drive to Arizona for a Sam Smith concert that Williams had purchased tickets for.
“We see his flight get there and I watched every single person get off and I’m looking and looking: and he just didn’t get off,” says Williams. “This was a week before our one-year [anniversary] and I still haven’t heard from him.”
Williams waited three hours in the airport, unable to get any information from the airline, rationalizing that maybe he had missed his flight—maybe his already-broken phone had finally given out.
What happens when someone stops responding is that our brains immediately go to the darkest possible place: “Oh my god, they’re dead.”
That’s because in the olden days, the only reason that someone didn’t text back or show up to a date was that they really were dead! At least, that’s what Ansari says. Today, people are flakier than ever before, so there’s also a million more reasons why they might not be responding and a million different hypotheticals for us to freak out about.
That “hamster wheel,” as Wikander calls it, is completely normal.
“It’s the nature of being ghosted that makes you overthink everything. It starts to get to a place of self focus and wreaking havoc on your self esteem,” she says. “At some point you’ve got to pull away from that and realize this behavior is not yours, it’s the other person’s, and you are worthy of closure. As hard as it sounds, you have to kind of not take it personally.”
To cope with the hurt, first allow yourself to feel whatever you’re feeling and don’t worry about why, Wikander says, but try your best to avoid the quicksand of self loathing and punishment.
“We can choose what we think about and how we think—it feels like we can’t but we actually can. I tell my clients ‘Imagine that you’re at a fork in the road: one path has got trees and meadows and the other road is filled with torture implements,” she says. “If you want to go down the torture road you are choosing pain, when you keep cycling in the hamster wheel you’re choosing your own personal torture. At some point you have to choose the path of peace.”

EN GUARD

Seven, maybe eight surgeries after my accident and many years later, I realize that there were more red flags in the relationship I had with my ghost than I can count on two hands.
That’s an unfortunate byproduct of all that brain chemistry stuff that’s happening when you’re liking on somebody, but if you know what to look for it’s possible to avoid similar situations, says Wikander.
“It truly may be really out of the blue, but I think anytime you’ve been ghosted it’s important to look, especially if it happens more than once,” says Wikander. “The red flags could be possibly someone who doesn’t consistently respond, if you’re always the one to initiate texts and phone calls. If you’re asking about relationship history and the person won’t tell you—that is a red flag, it’s probably something they’re hiding.”
Finding out how past relationships ended is also crucial, says Wikander, and checking in to see “What might I have been making OK because I just wanted a relationship so bad or really liked the person so much—what am I just denying?”
It’s always acceptable to ask what’s up, says Wikander. Testing the waters with someone can be terrifying and women in particular are often afraid of coming off as “nagging” or “pushy” when they ask about their partners’ feelings. (Ahem, women are allowed to ask about feelings just as men are allowed to share them—now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?)  
“You can be kind and appropriate and still take care of your needs,” says Wikander.
And for goodness’ sake, don’t do it over text!
“I think it’s better to get out of texting at this point so they can hear the intonation of your voice,” says Wikander. “I might say ‘Hey, I just wanted to let you know my experience is that I texted you two days in a row and I haven’t heard back and I want you to know I’m feeling confused, I don’t know what’s going on for you and would really appreciate it if you can let me know.’”
The bottom line, says Wikander, is that if someone ghosts, they’re not worth keeping around anyway.
We want to hate the ghoster, we wonder how they can be so cruel and insensitive, we methodically stab needles into their voodoo effigy while watching romcoms. But the ghoster is us and we are them—we make mistakes and we end up hurting people, often by accident.
Being young often goes hand-in-hand with doing stupid things: barfing in someone’s kitchen sink on New Year’s, shoplifting eyedrops from a CVS, or ghosting someone you’re just not that into. It’s chuckled at in the “ah, youth” kind of way. But as grown-ass people, there is simply no excuse.
And hey, Blane, if you’re reading this, just call me back already.

How do you know love is real?

When you feel the groove in your heart and you’re inspired to dance. Becca Bing, Boulder Creek, Teacher         When you can embrace them fully for being themselves and they can do the same to you, and you don’t weigh each other down. Grace Reed, Santa Cruz, Student   I guess it’s just...

Sculpted Frames

Shelby Graham on directing and curating UCSC’s Sesnon Art Gallery while also living the creative life

Soquel Vineyards

Sensuous wines for Valentine’s weekend

Be Our Guest: Santa Cruz Symphony Family Concert

Win tickets to SANTA CRUZ SYMPHONY FAMILY CONCERT on SantaCruz.com

Love Your Local Band: Charmas

Charmas plays Sunday, Feb. 14 at Don Quixote's

Temple of Umami at Miyuki

Miyuki
Watsonville’s Miyuki is homestyle cooking, Japanese-style

By the Numbers

Questions about carbon emissions in CalTrans report show discrepancies in projections

Cole Miner

George Cole performs the work of Nat King Cole on Valentine’s Day

Heart Me Up

Valentine's Day pink cupcakes
In defense of Valentine’s Day

Walking With a Ghost

How ‘ghosting’ has become a dating norm and why it needs to stop
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