Marijuana Jobs in High Demand

America’s green rush is accelerating this month, with experts reporting a record exodus from Corporate America to an expanding, legal $5.4 billion-and-growing weed country. Ambition was in no short supply last Friday night at an industry-only “Budtender’s Bash” at a “secret” location that turned out to be a major music club on San Pablo Avenue in Uptown Oakland.

Hundreds of retail pot shop clerks — “budtenders” — just off shifts from dispensaries, many wearing work hoodies branded “Telegraph Health Center” and “Purple Heart Patient Center,” talked about pot around dimly lit club tables.

The dress code was a flossy, community college casual: fresh denim and Converse; yoga pants with faux fur-hooded jackets, branded football jerseys and boots, prominent tattoos, exotic piercings, and a splash of tie-dye. Vape lifestyle brand Bloom Farms sponsored the show by Zion I and the free bar, but drunken debauchery wasn’t an issue. Outside, the packed, hazy patio crowd was subdued yet extra-chatty.

Budtending is a beginning rung on the industry ladder — equivalent to a fast-food cashier’s job — yet it’s attracting as many aspiring CEOs with college degrees as community college and high school dreamers.

Thirty-six-year-old New Jersey native Dan Goldman moved ten months ago to Oakland’s Fruitvale area to budtend. With a college degree in history, graduate work in education, and ten years of pot activist experience, Goldman landed a cashiering job at Oakland dispensary Phytologie. “‘Should I jump in now? Am I going to miss it?’ — that sense is getting more acute among people who would have never thought about this five or ten years ago,” he said.

Goldman said friends who also want a job at Phytologie ask him, “‘Do you know somebody?'” But he said there’s little turnover at the shop, and three hundred people want the next job that opens there.

Marijuana industry staffing firm owner Danielle Schumacher said in an interview, “We pretty much can’t keep up with demand [from job seekers].” Her two-woman, boutique firm, THC Staffing Group, focuses on top-shelf entrants to the industry: engineers, food scientists, chemists, sales and marketing directors, and business development directors. She said she gets about one hundred resumes per month and “10 percent of them are stellar. We say ‘no’ more than we say ‘yes.'” she said. Her firm, she said, averages one placement a month.

Job hunters are moving from prohibition states, living off savings, and taking big pay cuts to get into cannabis. “They’re willing to do almost anything to break into the industry,” she said. “A majority of them are disillusioned with their current career path, and maybe at least half of them are motivated by money. Not only would it be something interesting that they could feel good about, they think they would be able to make more money or easier money.”

This fever is reflected in new events and publications. This winter, The Newbie’s Guide to Cannabis and the Industry by Chris Conrad (a longtime Oakland marijuana figure) and Jeremy Daw is being released. And in his April 2016 book Hot To Smoke Pot (Properly), David Bienenstock, a High Times and VICE writer, talks about joining the green rush.

Earlier this month, more than 1,200 women assembled in Denver for the national female professional pot industry networking conference, WomenGROW, which was headlined by Melissa Etheridge. In March, the Marijuana Investor Summit will draw thousands more to San Francisco.

Still, Schumacher cautions that outsider perceptions and expectations don’t match industry reality. “The industry still has a long way to go as far as professionalism,” she said.

Job seekers must put in extra time to build trust and reputation in an industry still subject to both federal raids and rampant hucksterism. “It’s not something you can get into overnight,” she said. The best shot that corporate transplants have is volunteering and accruing “actual time invested in the movement,” she said. “Even though it’s becoming more of an adult use industry, it’s coming from a political, medical, and civil rights movement.”

Patience and faith landed one seeker his dream job. Twenty-six-year-old Oakland native Jasper Steen celebrated his sixth week at Phytologie by hanging with work friends until midnight at last week’s bash. Steen enjoyed pot in his teens. Later, he said, “I looked it up and I realized that people are actually needing cannabis to help them get along.”

His eyes well up with tears when talking about soothing his grandmother’s disabling arthritis with non-psychoactive cannabis juices, rubs, and balms. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s my grandma.”

When the Oakland Coliseum area club opened, “I knew I wanted to be in there,” he said.

Steen’s past jobs were at Sears, FoodCo, and in construction. He applied to Phytologie over and over again, he said, and kept following up. One day a hiring manager called, and he started the next Monday.

He is a product manicurist, cutting dried buds from their branches, and then the leaves from the buds — working through about a pound of flowers per day. “It’s been the smoothest, easiest job,” he said. The pay is “fine by me — fantastic. I can keep going and move forward. I can make a life with this.”

Something Is Rotten in Afghanistan

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Admirers of Tobias Lindholm’s high seas actioner A Hijacking — aka the anti-Captain Phillips — will want to catch the Danish helmer’s latest, an Afghanistan military tale simply called A War — even though it’s not quite as compelling as the earlier pic.

Writer-director Lindholm aims for the same ultra-realistic tone and underplayed anxiety as the aforementioned Indian Ocean-set drama, this time in the story of a Danish army contingent manning an outpost in a Taliban-infested Afghan province. Seemingly every time company commander Claus Pedersen (Pilou Asbæk, from A Hijacking) takes his men out on patrol, one of them gets blown apart by an IED or shot through the neck. The carnage wears heavily on Claus, but he’s too kindhearted to take it out on the innocent villagers caught between the insurgent Taliban and the tall, sandy-haired occupying armies.

Thanks to modern telecommunications, Claus is also obliged to listen to his wife’s (Tuva Novotny) problems with their three kids back in Denmark, every evening on his civvy mobile. So Claus worries about the men under his command plus his temporarily fatherless family, 24 hours a day. As it turns out, he would do well to worry about public support for the Danish expeditionary force back in Copenhagen.

Something awful happens that causes everyone concerned to rethink the whole Afghanistan thing, and we follow Claus through it every step of the way. Filmmaker Lindholm takes pains to use actual Danish soldiers and Afghan civilians in his terse war drama. The scenario, however, peters out in the last third and leaves us wondering, as do Claus and his wife Maria, if all that self-sacrifice is truly worth it. A War may not be as visually exciting as Hollywood war movies, but the questions it raises linger after the credits fade.


Free Will Astrology

Aries (March 21–April 19): Just one species has a big enough throat to swallow a person whole: the sperm whale. If you happen to be sailing the high seas any time soon, I hope you will studiously avoid getting thrown overboard in the vicinity of one of these beasts. The odds are higher than usual that you’d end up in its belly, much like the Biblical character Jonah. (Although, like him, I bet you’d ultimately escape.) Furthermore, Aries, I hope you will be cautious not to get swallowed up by anything else. It’s true that the coming weeks will be a good time to go on a retreat, to flee from the grind and take a break from the usual frenzy. But the best way to do that is to consciously choose the right circumstances rather than leave it to chance.

Taurus (April 20–May 20): You have cosmic clearance to fantasize about participating in orgies where you’re loose and free and exuberant. It’s probably not a good idea to attend a literal orgy, however. For the foreseeable future, all the cleansing revelry and cathartic rapture you need can be obtained through the wild stories and outrageous scenes that unfold in your imagination. Giving yourself the gift of pretend immersions in fertile chaos could recharge your spiritual batteries in just the right ways.

Gemini (May 21–June 20): “Hell is the suffering of being unable to love,” wrote novelist J. D. Salinger. If that’s true, I’m pleased to announce that you can now ensure you’ll be free of hell for a very long time. The cosmic omens suggest that you have enormous power to expand your capacity for love. So get busy! Make it your intention to dissolve any unconscious blocks you might have about sharing your gifts and bestowing your blessings. Get rid of attitudes and behaviors that limit your generosity and compassion. Now is an excellent time to launch your “Perpetual Freedom from Hell” campaign!

Cancer (June 21–July 22): “A vacation is what you take when you can no longer take what you’ve been taking,” said journalist Earl Wilson. Do you fit that description, Cancerian? Probably. I suspect it’s high time to find a polite way to flee your responsibilities, avoid your duties, and hide from your burdens. For the foreseeable future, you have a mandate to ignore what fills you with boredom. You have the right to avoid any involvement that makes life too damn complicated. And you have a holy obligation to rethink your relationship with any influence that weighs you down with menial obligations.

Leo (July 23–Aug. 22): “Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory,” writes William Faulkner in his novel Absalom, Absalom! If that’s true, Leo, you now have a chance to be a miracle worker. In the coming weeks, you can summon the uncanny power to rip at least two of your illusions out by the roots — without causing any permanent damage! You may temporarily feel a stinging sensation, but that will be a sign that healing is underway. Congratulations in advance for getting rid of the dead weight.

Virgo (Aug. 23–Sept. 22): “We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by,” says Virgo writer A. S. Byatt. That’s a key meditation for you as you enter a phase in which boundaries will be a major theme. During the next eight weeks, you will be continuously challenged to decide which people and things and ideas you want to be part of your world, and which you don’t. In some cases, you’ll be wise to put up barriers and limit connection. In other cases, you’ll thrive by erasing borders and transcending divisions. The hard part — and the fun part — will be knowing which is which. Trust your gut.

Libra (Sept. 23–Oct. 22): When life gives you lemon juice from concentrate, citric acid, high-fructose corn syrup, modified cornstarch, potassium citrate, yellow food dye, and gum acacia, what should you do? Make lemonade, of course! You might wish that all the raw ingredients life sends your way would be pure and authentic, but sometimes the mix includes artificial stuff. No worries, Libra! I am confident that you have the imaginative chutzpah and resilient willpower necessary to turn the mishmash into passable nourishment. Or here’s another alternative: You could procrastinate for two weeks, when more of the available resources will be natural.

Scorpio (Oct. 23–Nov. 21): Your Mythic Metaphor for the coming weeks is dew. Many cultures have regarded it as a symbol of life-giving grace. In Kabbalah, divine dew seeps from the Tree of Life. In Chinese folklore, the lunar dew purifies vision and nurtures longevity. In the lore of ancient Greece, dew confers fertility. The Iroquois speak of the Great Dew Eagle, who drops healing moisture on land ravaged by evil spirits. The creator god of the Ashanti people created dew soon after making the sun, moon, and stars. Lao-Tse said it’s an emblem of the harmonious marriage be-tween Earth and Heaven. So what will you do with the magic dew you’ll be blessed with?

Sagittarius (Nov. 22–Dec. 21): It’s prime time for you to love your memory, make vivid use of your memory, and enhance your memory. Here are some hints about how: 1. Feel appreciation for the way the old stories of your life form the core of your identity and self-image. 2. Draw on your recollections of the past to guide you in making decisions about the imminent future. 3. Notice everything you see with an intensified focus, because then you will remember it better, and that will come in handy quite soon. 4. Make up new memories that you wish had happened. Have fun creating scenes from an imagined past.

Capricorn (Dec. 22–Jan. 19): Most of us know about Albert Einstein’s greatest idea: the general theory of relativity. It was one of the reasons he won a Nobel Prize in Physics. But what was his second-best discovery? Here’s what he said it was: adding an egg to the pot while he cooked his soup. That way, he could produce a soft-boiled egg without having to dirty a second pot. What are the first- and second-most fabulous ideas you’ve ever come up with, Capricorn? I suspect you are on the verge of producing new candidates to compete with them. If it’s OK with you, I will, at least temporarily, refer to you as a genius.

Aquarius (Jan. 20–Feb. 18): You may be familiar with the iconic children’s book Where the Wild Things Are. It’s about a boy named Max who takes a dream-like journey from his bedroom to an exotic island, where he becomes king of the weird beasts who live there. Author Maurice Sendak’s original title for the tale was “Where the Wild Horses Are.” But when his editor realized how inept Sendak was at drawing horses, she instructed him to come up with a title to match the kinds of creatures he could draw skillfully. That was a good idea. The book has sold over 19 million copies. I think you may need to deal with a comparable issue, Aquarius. It’s wise to acknowledge one of your limitations, and then capitalize on the adjustments you’ve got to make.

Pisces (Feb. 19–March 20): “People don’t want their lives fixed,” proclaims Chuck Palahniuk in his novel Survivor. “Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.” Your challenge in the coming weeks, Pisces, is to prove Palahniuk wrong, at least in regards to you. From what I can tell, you will have unprecedented opportunities to solve dilemmas and clean up messy situations. And if you take even partial advantage of this gift, you will not be plunged into the big scary unknown, but rather into a new phase of shaping your identity with crispness and clarity.

Bridging Cultural Gaps With a Snap

Glynn Washington thinks America is suffering from an empathy gap. “We can’t imagine anymore what it’s like to be someone else,” said the host and executive producer of the popular NPR radio show Snap Judgment. “And unless we’re able to do that, unless we’re able to understand someone else’s story, I think we’re lost.” On Saturday, February 27, at the Paramount Theatre in Oakland (2025 Broadway), Washington and his crew of storytellers plan to bridge that empathy gap with a live audience. “We’re trying to give you shards of someone else’s experiences, someone else’s life, so you can live that experience vicariously.”

On stage, Washington is a bright ball of MC energy. He shuffles out to the beat of the live band (the same band that creates the soundtrack for each episode of the radio show). He cracks jokes when introducing the storytellers. When we met in Snap‘s downtown Oakland studio, he was more serious and subdued. But he still had that voice — authoritative yet as soothing as a hot toddy — that, on the radio, makes you feel like he’s speaking directly to you. Dressed in all black, rather than the colorful untucked shirt and blazer combo that he tends to favor on stage, Washington pulled up a stool and told me why he thinks the work they’re doing is so important today.

“Our specialty is both the heart and the mind,” said Washington. “[The country is] talking in this overheated political rhetoric, where people don’t understand each other, where we’re going to deport a bunch of people, and we’re going to keep people out of the country. … I think that it’s our role to say, ‘No, this is who these people that we’re putting these crazy labels on really are. These are their real stories, and here’s how they resonate universally with everyone’s experience.'”

For the last six years, Washington and his fellow Snap Judgment staffers have been working hard to help, as their original business plan stated, “America to speak to America,” by presenting personal stories from a wide range of voices. Previous episodes have featured an illegal immigrant who worked as a DEA informant for more than twenty years, an army veteran who returned to Vietnam to meet the family of the man he killed and help them find his remains, and a live story by Tariq “Black Thought” Trotter from The Roots about playing onstage with Bruce Springsteen in Denmark and then being detained at JFK airport on the way home.

Judging by the show’s ratings, the nation’s ears have perked up. Snap is broadcast on more than 350 stations nationwide (including all top ten public radio markets), the podcast is downloaded more than 2.5 million times each month, and every Snap LIVE show has sold out. While Snap‘s radio audience mirrors NPR listenership in general — older and white — its podcast audience skews 60 percent female, and around 40 percent minority. The average Snap podcast listener is also much younger, with the show most popular with listeners between the ages of 27 and 46.

Part of Snap‘s appeal is that while the stories might be extraordinary, the people telling them aren’t professional storytellers. “Most of the people who we talk to would never get anywhere near anybody’s microphone or television camera,” Washington said. In that way, he likens the work of Snap producers to cultural anthropologists, bringing their listeners tales from communities that they might not have heard from before. And even when they broadcast an episode that could be considered risqué, “because it’s about a transgendered person’s job in the sex industry in San Francisco, or something like that,” they don’t receive angry phone calls after the show airs in “West Texas or deep Mississippi,” said Washington. “When the person just tells their story, the argument just goes out of listeners,” he said.

Given this commitment to exploring a diverse spectrum of experiences, it’s no coincidence that the Snap Judgment offices are in downtown Oakland. “Good stories happen when you live on these edges of race, class, culture, gender. There are 120 languages being spoken within blocks of where we’re talking,” said Washington. “Whenever you have that type of thing going on — that clash of cultures — you’re going to have great food and great stories.”

The lineup for the upcoming live show proves just what sort of voices bubble up along those fissures. The night’s local roster includes James Judd, a comedic monologist who has been likened to an overcaffeinated David Sedaris; Jamie DeWolf, whose storytelling ancestry can be traced back to his great grandfather, L. Ron Hubbard; and comedian Dhaya Lakshminarayanan, a former venture capitalist who once taught charm school at her alma mater, MIT.

Although the live shows require performers who feel comfortable in front of audiences of 3,000 or more, at their core, they’re the same as the radio show, said Washington. “We reveal aspects of ourselves that don’t necessarily paint us in a heroic light, and audiences respond to seeing something of themselves in our stories,” he said. “It’s raw, real, and intimate. Just like real life.”

Crosswords

Gay, thirtysomething male in DC. My boyfriend of three years has been acting strange — not taking his antidepression meds, says he’s feeling weird. He has withdrawn from me, sleeps fifteen hours a day, and has been canceling on commitments to socialize with friends. That I am fine with — he’s blue and I get it. Here’s why I’m writing: He was doing an online crossword, and when he got up, I was going to write a message in it — to be funny and sweet. What I saw messed me up. There was a browser window open about meth and depression. He is 48 and successful, and isn’t a clubber or party-going type. METH? What the hell? I snooped further, and there was a detailed search history on meth, meth and depression, meth and sex. He doesn’t seem to have been high around me — and I would never use meth, it’s not my thing and I have a security clearance (no drugs for me, ever) — but I don’t want to date an addict. I don’t want to be with someone who would take such a dumb risk. And for what? Dude! You’re 48, you have a career, a business, and a guy who cares for you! WTF?!? I know what you’ll say: Use your words — and, trust me, I will. But am I totally crazy? I feel shitty for having snooped, but it started innocently enough with me wanting to write a goofy note on his crossword puzzle.

Snoop Now All Fucked Up

Meth addicts aren’t known for sleeping 15 hours a day, SNAFU. Meth addicts aren’t known for sleeping at all. So perhaps your boyfriend abused meth before you met — and there’s no using meth, only abusing meth—and conquered his addiction and/or stopped abusing meth years ago. And now he’s depressed and off his meds, and he went online to investigate whether his past meth abuse could be contributing to his current depression.

As for the snooping angle …

When we snoop, we sometimes find out things we don’t want to know, don’t need to know, and don’t need to do anything about. For example, the new boyfriend has a few sexts from his ex tucked away on his computer, your dad is cheating on his third wife, your adult daughter is selling her used panties online. But sometimes we find out things we needed to know and have to do something about. For example, your 14-year-old daughter is planning to meet up with a 35-year-old man she met on Instagram, your “straight” boyfriend is having unsafe sex with dozens of men behind your back, your spouse is planning to vote for Ted Cruz — in those cases, you have to intervene, break up, and file for civil commitment, respectively.

Learning your depressed-and-off-his-meds boyfriend may have — or may have had — a meth problem falls into the needed to know/have to do something about category. So, yeah, SNAFU, you gotta use your words. Go to your boyfriend, tell him what you discovered and how you discovered it, and demand an explanation while offering to help. Urge him to see his doctor —whoever prescribed the antidepressants he stopped taking — and go into the convo armed with a list of the resources available to him.

“We’re lucky to have a lot of great resources in DC,” said David Mariner, executive director of the DC Center for the LGBT Community (thedccenter.org). “The Triangle Club (triangleclub.org) is an LGBT recovery house, and they host all sorts of 12-step meetings. Crystal Meth Anonymous is really active here. And we’re just kicking off a harm-reduction group here at the DC Center.”

I asked Mariner if your boyfriend sounded to him like someone currently abusing meth.

“I’m not an expert,” Mariner replied, “but he doesn’t sound like it to me. He may be having a hard time talking to his boyfriend about this because for folks who have a history of meth use, sex can be tricky. Meth use and sexual activity are often so intertwined that it can make it hard to talk to a partner.”

Finally, SNAFU, don’t make it harder for your partner to be honest with you by threatening to break up with him. You don’t have to remain in a relationship with an addict, if indeed he is an addict, forever. But start by showing him compassion and offering support. You can make up your mind about your future — whether you have one together — during a subsequent conversation.

I’m a 36-year-old hetero male, into BDSM and polyamory. I’ve been drinking deep from the bowels of the internet lately, getting laid more than I ever thought was possible. I’m open about the fact that I fuck around a lot and that monogamy would never work for me. I use condoms with everyone except my primary partner, and I abide by your campsite rule. I don’t want to be anyone’s wonderful husband; I want to be the Casanova who climbs in through the window. Last week, the internet was good at delivering. Usually I can talk to ten women who all seem interested, but in the end, only one or two want to actually meet. But last week, I had sex five times in five days with five different women. And that just made me feel awesome, turned on, and wonderful. Is there a term for someone who gets turned on by finding new people to have sex with? Have I discovered a new kink? Is there a name for people like me? If there is, I couldn’t find it. Google failed me. Can a person have a kink for finding new sex partners? What would it be called? Or am I just a slutty man-whore?

Dude Drinking Deep

I don’t think “drinking deep from the bowels of [blank]” is a good way to describe something you enjoy, DDD. Watching a GOP debate? Perhaps best described as drinking deep from the bowels of the terrifying American id. Enjoying consensual sex with people you’re into? Better described as “drinking deep from Aphrodite’s honeyed mouth” or “licking Adonis’s jizz off Antinous’s tits” or simply “killing it” — really, anything would be an improvement.

As for what your kink is called …

“What DDD describes is consistent with a motivational style once called Don Juan syndrome,” said Dr. David Ley, author and clinical psychologist. “It has also been called Casanova or James Bond syndrome. Essentially, these are folks most excited by the quest/hunt for novelty in sex partners. This was once viewed as deeply dysfunctional from a heteronormative, monogamy-idealizing therapeutic culture. What I appreciate about DDD is that, even though he uses sex-addiction language, it’s clear he has accepted himself and his desire. I’d say he has adapted fairly well, and responsibly, to that tendency in himself.”

I just posted a new word on the Physician Moms Facebook group and was told that I should send it to you. I got tired of hearing “She’s got balls,” so I made up a new word, clitzpah (klit-spe) noun: a woman with guts!

Origin of clitzpah: clitoris (kli-te-res) noun: an organ of the female genitalia, the purpose of which is purely to bring women pleasure, and chutzpah (hut-spe) noun: a Yiddish term for courage bordering on arrogance.

I hope this is useful!

Jill Becker, clitzpah.com

It’s a lovely word, Jill—and I’m happy to help you roll it out!

The People’s Choice for Ethiopian Food

For the better part of the last ten years, Enssaro occupied a tiny, inconspicuous storefront in Oakland’s Adams Point neighborhood. But while many of Oakland’s other Ethiopian eateries have labored in obscurity, or mostly catered to the city’s sizable East African immigrant community, Enssaro’s tiny dining room was consistently packed — with some Ethiopian expats, yes, but also with a cross-section of the city’s young and hip crowd. Drive past almost any night of the week — but especially on First Fridays, with Uptown’s hub of art galleries and other assorted happenings just a short walk away — and you’d see a throng of tattooed and skinny-jeaned folk on the sidewalk waiting for a table.

Is there an Ethiopian restaurant in the East Bay that has a larger mainstream following, especially among non-Ethiopians? Cafe Colucci is probably the only other contender. So when Enssaro moved to a larger location across the street two months ago, it seemed like a good time to reinvestigate the source of its popularity.

Like many small, homegrown businesses, Enssaro wasn’t an immediate hit when it first opened in 2006, explained Nesanet Tamirue, who runs the restaurant along with her brother Solomon and mother Zenebech — the latter of whom is head chef. The Great Recession hit right after that, and for a few years the restaurant built a small but faithful following. More recently, though, Enssaro has become, arguably, the most popular restaurant in Adams Point.

Nesanet asked herself, “Why not continue this growth?” Enssaro had long ago outgrown its tiny kitchen. So when the Tamirues had a chance to move into a long-empty, and much larger, storefront almost directly across the street from the original restaurant, they jumped at it. (The family also still holds the lease on the old location and tentatively plans to turn it into a cafe specializing in Ethiopian-style ceremonial coffee service.)

While the new location has doubled the restaurant’s seating capacity, the chance of snagging a table during prime weekend dinner hours remains difficult, especially since Enssaro doesn’t take reservations.

The new restaurant doesn’t bother with any of the outward trappings of the traditional Ethiopian eatery. There are no colorful mesob wicker baskets here, no low-slung dining stools. With its largely white clientele (at least during my visits) and prominent bar section backlit with neon beer signs, the restaurant’s new digs could probably pass for, say, a Gordon Biersch brewpub — the unobtrusive African artwork on the walls notwithstanding.

The large crowds, however, did seem to make the serving staff a bit absent-minded. Water glasses were left empty for long stretches, and on one occasion it took so long for anyone to check on our table that I decided not to bother asking why one of our entrées came with a different side vegetable than what we’d been promised. It wasn’t, in my experience, the kind of place where you can expect to get detailed explanations of what goes into a dish or how it’s prepared.

Still, what Enssaro lacks in terms of polish and ambience, it mostly makes up for in the quality of the food itself.

One of the defining characteristics of Ethiopian cuisine is its abundance of vegetarian options, which is due in part to the fact that adherents to the Ethiopian Orthodox Church don’t eat meat for nearly half the calendar year. It isn’t surprising, then, that for many American diners, the quintessential Ethiopian restaurant dish is the vegetarian sampler — even if novices would be hard-pressed to name the assorted individual stews and sautés that comprise it. Enssaro’s four-item vegetarian sampler didn’t quite soar to the heights of a stellar version that I enjoyed recently at Injera in Alameda: The kik alicha (yellow split pea stew) and messer wot (red lentil stew) were more muted in their flavors than I would have preferred. But the ata-kilt — a stew of soft-cooked potatoes, carrots, and cabbage — was notable for how the sweet cabbage leaves had retained their crispness. And the highlight, by far, was what was probably the most flavorful and buttery version of gomen, i.e., sautéed collard greens, I’ve ever eaten. It was so tasty when scooped up with the spongy, tangy injera bread that accompanied the meal that I’ll probably just get a full order instead of the sampler next time.  

The restaurant also allows diners to create their own mix-and-match samplers of both meat and vegetarian dishes — an option that’s a boon to solo diners, who tend to get the short end of the stick with Ethiopian menus constructed with family-style communal dining in mind.

Enssaro’s other notable vegetarian dish is the buticha, aka “Ethiopian hummus” — a chickpea dip that’s offered as an appetizer. This consisted of three pale-yellow scoops of what looked an awful lot like potato salad but turned out to be a cold mixture of chickpea flour, olive oil, garlic, and serrano chilies, which gave the spread a nice, addictive kick. Meanwhile, I enjoyed the stretchy, flaky pastry wrappers and the well-seasoned beef filling of the fried sambusas — Ethiopia’s variant on a samosa-like meat or vegetable pocket.

With all the attention that the cuisine gets for its vegetarian dishes, it’s easy to forget how much Ethiopians love meat — and beef, in particular. And where Enssaro really stands apart is with these lesser-known meat dishes. The best was the bozena shiro, a beefy variant on shiro, a reddish-orange, deeply savory chickpea flour stew that you’ll find at every Ethiopian restaurant. Harder to find is Enssaro’s version, wherein a quick stir-fry of seasoned ground beef is added to the stew at the last minute. The extra bit of texture and meaty flavor was surprisingly addictive — not far removed from the pleasures of an extra-sloppy sloppy joe.

Enssaro also serves a respectable version of gored gored — large cubes of very lean, entirely raw beef eye round tossed in awaze (a red hot sauce), mitmita (a traditional spice blend), and seasoned clarified butter. The dish is a not-so-distant cousin of kitfo, aka Ethiopian beef tartare, and differs mainly just in the fact that the beef isn’t minced. In Enssaro’s version, the flavors were spot-on, but be warned: The large pieces of beef were tough enough to present a choking hazard for diners who don’t chew carefully.

Much better was the lamb derek tibs, a dish I rarely see on East Bay Ethiopian menus — and one of the few “dry,” unsauced dishes on the menu. If there’s such a thing as Ethiopian barbecue, this is it: thin strips of leg meat griddled in a hot skillet until the edges turn crispy, tossed with slivers of nicely caramelized red onion. The crowning touch was a couple of gamey, full-flavored lamb ribs. We wound up ripping the skin, fat, and flesh off the bone with our teeth and bare hands.

Many of these dishes also make for great drinking food, so it’s nice that the new Enssaro has a greatly expanded booze selection — not just honey wine and craft beer on tap, but also several Ethiopian bottled beers.

Anyway, I can’t say with any confidence that Enssaro owes its popularity to the quality of its somewhat obscure meat dishes. And figuring out why one restaurant gains a massive following when others (that are perhaps equally good) never do still seems more like art than science. Clearly, though, it helps when your food, at the end of the day, lives up to the hype.

Correction: In the original version of this story, we misspelled the name of the restaurant as “Ensarro.” The correct spelling is “Enssaro.”

Oakland Cops Implicated in Home Invasion and Assault

Two Oakland police officers have been placed on administrative leave while the Oakland Police Department, the Alameda County District Attorney’s Office, and private civil rights attorneys investigate the circumstances surrounding a home invasion and assault committed by at least one of the cops on December 7. One city source, speaking on condition of anonymity, said the attack involved two Oakland cops who had been drinking heavily at a Montclair bar earlier in the evening. It’s unclear if the officers were on or off duty when the incident occurred. But one of the people who was allegedly assaulted is herself an Alameda County probation officer. Motives for the attack are unclear, and details have only begun to emerge.

According to Oakland Police Department records obtained by the Express, the home-invasion and assault happened at about 9:20 p.m. on Monday, December 7. Oakland police officers Christopher Lorenz and Huy Nguyen were patrolling the Oakland hills area when a call came over the radio reporting a “home invasion robbery” that had just occurred, and that the suspects were still in the vicinity of the crime scene. Lorenz and Nguyen sped to the location, a house on a secluded cul-de-sac off Mountain Boulevard, just east of Highway 13 in the Leona Heights neighborhood. A police dispatcher relayed more information to officers Lorenz and Nguyen from the person who called 911 asking for help. The caller, Olga Palafox-Cortez, who is a probation officer with the Alameda County Probation Department, told an OPD dispatcher that two white men, roughly 25 years of age, “came into [her] house.” One of the men was armed with a gun, and one of them “jumped on” Palafox-Cortez and “242’d” her. A “242” refers to Section 242 of the California Penal Code, which defines assault and battery, misdemeanor crimes that are punishable with imprisonment. According to the incident report, Palafox-Cortez and her husband, Nemesio Cortez, fought back against the intruders. Nemesio Cortez chased at least one of the assailants outside of the house, and the assailant was tackled and held down by the couple’s neighbors until officers Lorenz and Nguyen arrived in a marked Oakland police vehicle.

According to the incident report, the suspect who “jumped on” and assaulted Palafox-Cortez inside her home was Cullen William Faeth, an Oakland police officer who was hired in December 2013. Faeth was later described in a police report as “calm” and “polite,” by the officers who responded to the scene. Faeth was wearing blue jeans and a gray sweatshirt. The incident report notes that Faeth was taken into custody for suspicion of committing battery, and for public intoxication. The report did not state whether Faeth was the suspect armed with a gun, or whether any firearms or other weapons were recovered.

Officer Faeth could not be reached for comment, but Oakland police spokesperson Marco Marquez confirmed that the department placed Faeth on paid administrative leave after he was arrested. Faeth’s father, David Faeth, also works for the Oakland Police Department as a sergeant.

Marquez said that because Faeth’s arrest is a personnel matter, the department cannot offer any further comment. Marquez declined to name other officers who may have been accompanying Faeth when he allegedly attacked Palafox-Cortez. The incident report, however, notes that there were at least two suspects who entered Palafox-Cortez’s home, and Marquez did confirm that at least one other officer besides Faeth has been put on administrative leave as a result of the incident.

Teresa Drenick, a spokesperson for the Alameda County District Attorney’s office, confirmed that the Oakland police have forwarded the case to the DA for a possible criminal prosecution. “The matter is under review,” wrote Drenick in an email to me.

Few other details are known at this time. In response to a Public Records Act request, Oakland police released an incident report filed by officer Lorenz, but the names and other identifying information of every witness, and other possible suspects, were redacted. In fact, except for four lines of summary information, the entire six-page narrative of the incident report was redacted.

Palafox-Cortez’s attorney, Melissa Nold of the Law Offices of John L. Burris, said that she is still conducting an investigation and that Palafox-Cortez is not prepared to comment. But it appears that in addition to any department discipline and charges from the DA’s office, Officer Faeth and the Oakland police could be facing a civil lawsuit.

Letters for the Week of February 24, 2016

“An Intentional Homeless Community,” Feature, 2/10

Where’s the Compassion?

I can’t understand why it’s hard at all for people to see how wrong it is to allow a human being without a home only two square feet of space for the entirety of their belongings. I would like to see any current Berkeley resident attempt to do the same. Many of us who rent our homes here (I’ve been in mine for nine years now) could find ourselves homeless due to circumstances outside of our control at any time. The lack of compassion some of us are showing for our fellow human beings is disappointing to say the least.

Kasey Lindsay, Berkeley

“Inkworks Press, 1974-2016,” Culture Spy, 2/10

Long Live the Struggle

I’m proud to have been an Inkworks collective member for seven years, starting in 1995 — and to have spent the past fourteen years expanding on its mission via Design Action Collective. Thanks, Lincoln Cushing, for the great recap. The struggle continues!

Innosanto Nagara, Oakland

Workers Unite

Thanks to Lincoln Cushing for this review of Inkworks on the occasion of its demise. I was sorry to see it go. As a press operator at Inkworks from 1999 to 2008, I appreciated Inkworks as both a union shop and workers’ collective.

Inkworks suffered from both the changing nature of the capitalist market, and the fact that small- to medium-size print shops just couldn’t compete in these new conditions. The demise of Inkworks was more than just a factor of its aging staff, of which I was one for a time. It was due to the fact that all co-ops, including worker-owned co-ops, are subject to operating within the capitalist market, which is a hostile and aggressive profit-driven environment to say the least. Only by overthrowing capitalism can we establish a truly cooperative economy, in which we say that “from each according to his means, and to each according to his needs” is the guiding principle.

Comradely greetings to all,

Chris Kinder, former Inkworker, Oakland

Thanks!

Thank you, Lincoln, for this beautiful tribute to an iconic movement institution. RIP Inkworks! Your legacy lives on!

Myrna Cozen, El Cerrito

Good Memories

I appreciate all the excellent printing I did with Inkworks over 25 years, especially the Berkeley Earth Day poster and so many years of La Peña’s calendar. Looking forward to the party and seeing the crew.

Karen Hester, Oakland

Bikes Rule

I worked at Pedal Express Courier for three years. What many folks don’t know is that Inkworks delivered many of their jobs by bicycle! In fact, their shipping forms had a little box that they would check for orders officially delivered by Pedal Express. Clients loved receiving deliveries by bike and it felt wonderful to deliver work for a fellow worker-owned cooperative. I have many memories of picking up jobs of all sizes from their shop — ranging from a small stack of papers to boxes weighing several hundred pounds. They were a longtime client of ours, and we thank them for all the years of support!

Dominic R. Lucchesi, Oakland

“Remembering Chris Thompson,” News, 1/27

Goodbye, Chris

I am so sad to hear this news. Chris Thompson was an amazing journalist and an honest writer. I had many professional interactions with him over my years working for Oakland Vice Mayor Henry Chang. Editorial board meetings, stories, tips, spin — he was always the consummate professional, albeit more than a little irreverent. After I left my job with Oakland City Council, I had a lunch with Chris and gave him my entire Transmetropolitan graphic novel collection, written by Warren Ellis. I told him that, now that there was no conflict of interest, I wanted him to have them as a gift, because he reminded me so much of the protagonist, Spider Jerusalem. Requiem in Pace, Chris. I will light a candle for you.

Jay Leonhardy, Berkeley

Correction

Our February 17 feature, “Will Oakland Lose Its Artistic Soul,” erroneously referred to AXIS Dance Company as Axis Dance Group.

Rayven Justice: His Brother’s Keeper

Rayven Justice’s new mixtape, Do It Justice, is a collection of high-energy club bangers and seductive romps with a hyphy-inflected bounce. But the party-ready project has a less upbeat backstory: It’s a tribute to the rising Oakland R&B singer’s late younger brother, Raymen Justice, who was just seventeen years old when he was gunned down six years ago near their family home in Oakland’s Cleveland Heights neighborhood in what witnesses said appeared to be a mugging gone awry.

During a recent phone interview, it was clear that the life-altering incident continues to deeply affect the 24-year-old Justice. He recalled rushing down the hill with his parents to find neighbors gathered to help his ailing brother. “When he felt my presence, he just said my name. He was just like, ‘Rayven.’ And then he heard my dad’s voice and he just said, ‘Dad,’ and those were his last two words.”

The two siblings were in an R&B group together called The Justice Brothers, and Justice said his brother was a major influence on his formative years as a musician. The night before he passed, his brother gave him words of encouragement that — in hindsight — seem hauntingly prophetic. “The night before he was murdered, he told me, ‘I love you, brother, and I’m proud of you, and I know you’re gonna be a star one day,’ and that was the last conversation I ever had with him,” Justice recalled.

While trying to cope with his loss, Justice spiraled into depression. And he didn’t return to singing until his brother’s best friend, the rapper Surfa Solo, encouraged him to do so. “My music career has a lot to do with my brother. When he died, I quit music. I really quit life,” he said. “At the time when I was grieving through that, one of his best friends — who is actually my boy now — came over and was always checking on me. One day he said, ‘You gotta do this for him now.’ … From that point on, I got serious with my music.”

Today, Justice is in a much better place, mentally and emotionally, as well as with his career. His 2013 hit, the infectious, bold squad anthem “Slide Thru” featuring Keak Da Sneak and Philthy Rich, received radio play on stations up and down the West Coast and garnered the attention of prominent music industry figures, some of whom have become Justice’s mentors and collaborators.

When “Slide Thru” was at the height of its popularity, Justice was in Los Angeles on business. He excitedly recalled how one day, when he and his friends were shopping on Fairfax Avenue, he noticed a red Hummer parked outside of a boutique. Curious, he and his crew went inside and encountered Keyshia Cole, the platinum-selling R&B singer who’s also an Oakland native. When Justice introduced himself, Cole recognized him from “Slide Thru,” and the pair exchanged Instagram follows. They stayed in touch over social media, and eventually Justice worked up the courage to invite her to collaborate. “She’s like a big sister to me,” said Justice, remembering the encounter fondly.

Last year, Cole even invited him to record with her in Atlanta, where they made the song “Tit for Tat.” Justice originally wrote the duet for Cole’s upcoming project, though he ended up including it on Do It Justice. Her vocals also appear on one of his biggest songs, “Hit or Nah.” The euphoric, bass-heavy track also features a guest verse from New York rapper French Montana, who’s steadily gaining prominence and just worked with Kanye West, Travi$ Scott, and Future on his new mixtape, Wave Gods.

Because of the Bay Area’s disconnect from music industry epicenters such as Atlanta, New York, and Los Angeles, it’s rare for an unsigned Oakland artist to work with such heavy hitters. But from a young age, Justice has demonstrated a knack for business. Inspired by local teenage rap groups such as The Pack, Diligentz, and Go Dav — which achieved considerable regional success in the mid-Aughts thanks to MySpace — Justice spent his years at Oakland High networking with peers from neighboring schools and cut his teeth making songs in other ambitious youngsters’ bedroom studios.

“It was like a movement. … If you had a group, you were poppin’ at the time,” he said.

Indeed, many of the people from the groups he looked up to in high school have gone on to have well-regarded solo careers: Lil B emerged from The Pack as one of the most idiosyncratic personalities in today’s pop cultural zeitgeist; Jay Ant, the rapper, singer, and producer from HBK Gang, got his start with Diligentz; and Bobby Brackins, a rapper and songwriter with credits on hits such as Chris Brown’s “Loyal” and Tinashe’s “2 On,” entered the music business as a member of Go Dav. While The Justice Brothers dissolved due to unfortunate circumstances, Justice has built his solo career — similarly to his peers — on savvy social media marketing and a business acumen he developed in spite of his lack of formal education or direct access to the industry.

An homage to his DIY beginnings, Do It Justice concludes with “Green Light,” a Justice Brothers track that’s more evocative of a syrupy, R. Kelly slow jam than Justice’s current, harder and more hip-hop-influenced sound. “You can tell from the recording quality that it’s an old song, and my voice sounds a lot younger on it,” Justice said.

Much like the mixtape’s cover art, which features a black-and-white photo of Justice’s family superimposed over his silhouette, “Green Light” serves as a subtle tribute to the singer’s late brother. Justice released the project through his new label, Rayven Justice Music Group, on February 11, his brother’s birthday. And, in fact, his first signee to his label is Surfa Solo, his brother’s childhood best friend who encouraged him to keep pursuing his goals in spite of his grief.

106 KMEL recently began playing Justice’s first single off of Do It Justice, “Roll Something,” which features a verse from Surfa. “He inspired me to keep doing the music for my brother, so I really look at him as my little brother. … He’s very talented himself. He’s gonna definitely be poppin’.”

Reality Bites

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Some people believe in Olympian or chthonic deities. Others worship the internet. Still others rely on worldly philosophers and visions of humanistic social justice. Karamakate, the Native American protagonist of Ciro Guerra’s dizzyingly multi-chambered Embrace of the Serpent, puts his faith in the Earth and the things that grow on it — including coca derivatives such as mambe and caapi. The Medora caapi, when ingested, will take the user to the mother snake, the anaconda that fell from the sky, the mother of the river. The cradle of all who came before.

Karamakate lives alone in a strong hut in the jungles of extreme Southeastern Colombia, with the Amazon River system all around him. A survivor of the ruthless rubber barons’ depredations that killed his family, Karamakate considers himself the last of the Cohiuano people. As such, he’s full of bitterness toward strangers and skeptical of white people’s motives in general. So naturally he bristles when, sometime in the middle of the 20th century, a canoe arrives bearing a German scientist named Theo (Jan Bijvoet) and his manservant Manduca (Yauenkü Migue).

Theo is deathly ill, so Karamakate reluctantly gives him a shotgun snort of his magic powder. It works, Theo recovers, and the grateful visitor enlists the native to help him explore the territory. So begins Karamakate’s mindwalk, a forty-year interrupted odyssey that imagines the stoic Native American — portrayed as a younger man by Nilbio Torres, and as an older man by Antonio Bolivar — as guide and mentor to two curious foreigners. First Theo, then a generation later, Evan (Brionne Davis), who’s on the lookout for the yakruna, a sacred plant that can cure disease. Both men claim to be researching lost tribes and botanical rarities and such, but we suspect they’re actually looking to score some righteous dope.

Colombian writer-director Guerra, who based his screenplay (co-adapted with French-Colombian writer Jacques Toulemonde Vidal) on the diaries of a pair of ethnographically minded scientists, paddles his cinematic dugout into an irresistible corner of the world with the story of Karamakate and his bearded huespedes estimados. David Gallego’s black-and-white cinematography sparkles with hyper-realistic depiction of fantastic scenes. Waking dreams of the jaguar, the boa, falling stars, a tribe of young orphans brutalized into Christianity, the horrors of the rubber plantations, historical murals painted on cliffs for an audience of one. Both the native non-actors playing Karamakate delve deeply into his ethos, the touchstones of the world mover, who follows the law of the jungle with its need for respect and permission. (“Why do you whites love your things so much?” he asks.) Remedies and cures are paramount in the all-devouring selva: “Every tree, every plant, every flower is full of wisdom.” Karamakate explains things to Theo and Evan that they have always known but have forgotten, in common with other “modern, developed” people. It all makes perfect sense while gliding down the river.

Anyone who has thrilled to Aguirre, the Wrath of God; The Emerald Forest; Samuel Fuller’s documentary Tigrero: A Film that Was Never Made; Akira Kurosawa’s Dersu Uzala (once again, one of the old master’s most heartfelt films); or even Crystal Fairy & the Magical Cactus will find her- or himself in familiar yet utterly strange territory with Karamakate and his adventures. On the literary side, we could throw in William Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg’s The Yage Letters and Carlos Castaneda’s The Teachings of Don Juan as preambles.

But of course none of those are entirely necessary once we set out for the Workshop of the Gods. When we’re in the Embrace of the Serpent we’re really in the hands of Don Karamakate. “The river’s the anaconda’s son,” he asserts. “More real than what you call reality. Hear the song of your ancestors.” In actual fact, we heard that song a little too late to put Guerra’s 2015 release on our Ten Best list two months ago. But it richly deserves your attention.


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