M. Richard: The model maker sitting on his railroad car at the Golden Gate Live Steam Club. He grew up in Berkeley and developed a passion for model trains. He first visited the Live Steam Club as a teenager and fell in love with the model steam-engine locomotives big enough to ride behind..
M. Richard: The model maker sitting on his railroad car at the Golden Gate Live Steam Club. He grew up in Berkeley and developed a passion for model trains. He first visited the Live Steam Club as a teenager and fell in love with the model steam-engine locomotives big enough to ride behind..

Page One

Welcome to the Readers’ Issue

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Welome to the Daily Planet’s annual Reader Contibution Issue. We received many wonderful stories, too many to fit in this issue, so we will publish a second installment of contributions on Friday. -more-



The Life and Times of a Berkeley Kid By MINA EDELSTON

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Even after 50 years of practice he still enjoys cutting away excess material to reveal the finished part inside a rough chunk of metal. “Each part is inside the piece of metal,” he tells me, “Just cut away everything that is not the part.” -more-



Baked Goods Make For Good Neighbors in Westbrae District By HEJI KIM

Tuesday December 27, 2005

The first Christmas in my Westbrae neighborhood, I was completely taken aback when a neighbor shyly handed me a package of her home baked anise biscotti. -more-



A Thank-You Note For December By ANN SIECK

Tuesday December 27, 2005

December in Berkeley. Rusty notes from flocks of geese heading south at last. A trickle of warblers and flycatchers continue to visit streets where fall colors are still on display only a few days before the solstice. -more-



I Have Become A Local By Patrick Fenix

Tuesday December 27, 2005

I have become a local ... a West Berkeley resident of long standing ... all of a sudden that is given to me ... it has been happening delicately, almost imperceptibly, to be sure, but the realization is sudden, breathtaking ... -more-



Features

Once Upon A Christmas By Maya Elmer

Tuesday December 27, 2005

It is the first of November. The second floor up-elevator at Macy’s literally deposits me into the midst of CHRISTMAS! Six feet away stands a fir tree, encrusted and fililgreed with golden ornaments edge-to-edge. I gasp at the suddenness of its being and feel assaulted. To the left, out of the corner of my eye, rows of tiny, red santas—or reindeer—or toy soldiers. They demand that I linger; to finger them. Or do they coax me to pick out what should be on my tree this year. I turn my shoulder to their messages, and leave. I am affronted. The first days of November are too soon for me to reach out to the celebrating days of holiday-December. It’s not time yet. -more-


Cat Notes By ELLEN SCHEINER

Tuesday December 27, 2005

In front of the fire. -more-


Berkeley Recycles By C.C. Saw

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Since I haven’t seen yours firsthand -more-


The Worm Of Thought By Nancy Schimmel

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Though I can’t remember their names, I liked my English teachers at Long Beach Poly High. They both had us read plays aloud in class, and I can still hear some 11th grade boy crying “What, you egg! Young fry of treachery!” We were reading 1984, too (this was in 1951, when 1984 seemed like the distant future), and one of the boys “translated” Lady Macbeth’s dagger speech into Newspeak. In twelfth grade English we read Idylls of the King, among other things, and some of us started writing a parody of it, in which due to shoddy construction by a corrupt contractor, a castle wall fell into the sea, killing some royal who had been doing a yoga headstand by it. -more-


Cat Nap By GREGORY PEDEMEINTE

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Pip takes a nap by the fire in his Berkeley home.. -more-


December Morning By Sandra J. Whittaker

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Snowflakes ... Soft ... silence -more-


Holiday Cheer, Grandpa Style By Rachel Trachten

Tuesday December 27, 2005

“Why spend the holidays at a resort?” Even over the phone, I could see my urban father’s quizzically raised eyebrows. “There’s so much more to do right here in New York.” But in spite of his muttered objections, my sisters and I organized a Christmas/Hanukkah reunion in Florida. Holidays with the cousins would be splendid, we agreed. “Staying at a hotel all week sounds dreary,” my father countered. “Are there any museums nearby? Any sights to see?” -more-


Berkeley: Then and Now By CAROLYN SELL (Berkeley High School class of ‘67 and proud of it)

Tuesday December 27, 2005

THEN: Ozzie knew us all by name and welcomed “loitering.” Wells Fargo accepted nickels and dimes from my whole class and gave us our first lesson in financial planning. -more-


a dance of Berkeley seasons By C.C. SAW

Tuesday December 27, 2005

the slowpoke’s tempo’s -more-


Alright By Donna Cummings

Tuesday December 27, 2005

I’m curled in the fetal position on the cool bathroom tiles. I suck my thumb while Mommy strokes my head. Except, I’ve never sucked my thumb and the only stroking Mommy ever did killed her a year ago. I’m really on a ladder painting the bathroom. My mind wanders when I paint. Sweat slithers down my back and sides. I’ve picked the hottest day in a string of hot days to work near the ceiling in the smallest room in the house. Luckily, the latex fumes don’t seem to bother me. Still, I must be nuts. -more-


My Grandmother’s Holiday Cookies By Charron-Tae Barnes

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Ooooh! I remember making and baking holiday cookies with my grandmother. -more-


The Fugleman By Phyllis Henry-Jordan

Tuesday December 27, 2005

The fugleman’s song begins at dawn, -more-


Merry Christmas (I Think) By madeline smith moore

Tuesday December 27, 2005

I’ve tried to love Christmas. I really have. To look forward to it; to wallow in its expectations. From my earliest childhood memories, Christmas has been the biggest deal of the year, even bigger than my birthday which nobody but me took seriously. And as long as I can remember, Christmas has proven to be a disappointment. Being the middle of three children didn’t help. Children, selfish little monsters, count their losses at Christmas, or at least their perceived slights. The others always had more and better than I. The oldest got the bicycle which had to be handed down—no money for more than one bicycle in the family. -more-


CLAUS-trophobic By Sonja Fitz

Tuesday December 27, 2005

To Claus or not to Claus, that is the question. Santa Claus, that is. -more-


Election Section

Coffee Coffers By Estelle Jelinek

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Mocha with whipped cream -more-


Sending In The Troops By Margot Pepper

Tuesday December 27, 2005

“How long would authority and private property exist, if not for the willingness of the mass to become soldiers, policemen, jailers and hangmen?” -more-


Elevator Paranoia By PAUL DALMAS

Tuesday December 27, 2005

I’ve lived in Berkeley for 40 years, and I’ve seen Telegraph Avenue in all its incarnations—war protests in the ‘60s, drug sales in the ‘70s, street punks in the ‘80s, and rampant seediness in the ‘90s. So a week before Christmas, I barely notice the holiday crowd, a mix of shoppers, students, panhandlers, hawkers of cheap jewelry, and purveyors of anarchist bumper stickers. Carrying a sack of Christmas purchases from Cody’s Books and Amoeba Records, I make my way toward the concrete parking structure off Durant and enter the dark corridor that will return me to my car. -more-


Street Corner Society By TED VINCENT

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Drunks and drug addicts are as much a part of city life as are the earnest citizens who seek to clear their neighborhood of undesirables. Recently, discussion in the Daily Planet of these issues has confused serious problems with discarded beer cans and used condoms. Some writers seem to think anyone walking past their residence is up to no good. If I lived on these writers’ blocks and I didn’t have a car I would sure feel tense passing their houses on my way to the bus stop. -more-


Ambling Toward Christmas By Dorothy V. Benson

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Not something outlandishly lacy from Macy’s -more-


LISTEN TO ME, Jack By RHODA LEVINSON

Tuesday December 27, 2005

The neighbors used to criticize me. Said I was too hard on Jack. Always picking on him. Like the time I made him take the cow to market. I could have done it but I had to teach him. A farm boy can’t make a pet out of an animal we raise for food. -more-


Merry Christmas From UC By James K. Sayre

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Merry Christmas from UC (or should I say “Happy Holidays from UC?”). Have fun decorating that “holiday” tree, no, not the Memorial Day holiday tree or the Groundhog Day holiday tree, silly, the holiday-Holiday tree... you know, the one that comes around at (whisper) Christmastime...). Please note that even the word “holiday” has traditional Christian religious overtones, for it was derived from the Old English “haligdoeg,” meaning “holy + day.” So, who knows, maybe even the term “holiday” is next on the PC hit list and may soon be replaced with the phase, “Celebration Day,” “Festival Day” or even, “Pleasant Euphemism Period,” but I digress. -more-


At The Table By CRAIG FAIRBURN

Tuesday December 27, 2005

How sweet -more-


The Legend By CRAIG FAIRBURN

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Meeting Allen Ginsberg -more-


Visiting Jane Austen Chawton, Hants By Phyllis Henry-Jordan

Tuesday December 27, 2005

I must visit Jane Austen in her family -more-


Public Comment

Dream Of The Earth By Nozomi Hayase

Tuesday December 27, 2005

The earth axis shifts and latitudes change. The sun is hidden by the shadow of the moon. At the sound of ice melting on the North Pole, a white bear opens his eyes. An epidemic breaks out in Africa, rain falls in the Sahara, and Palestinian refugees escape imprisonment. Something is going on in the world. Something is going on. Every minute and every second, the earth revolves and the world changes. Everyone deeply in dream, not noticing unusual scenery, day after day read poems whose rhythm is out of time…. While a fresh couple with joyous smiles presses a seal on a marriage registration form, somewhere, someone pushes the pedal of a bicycle to buy sweet potatoes roasted on hot pebbles. While a newborn baby gives a first cry somewhere on the earth, someone somewhere passes away, in a birth of new life and a departure named death. As we fall asleep to a dream called “ordinary life” …. Not knowing that something is happening somewhere. A year, 365 days, 24 hours, each minute and each second, on the stage of the earth, various plays are unfolding. When a sun’s spotlight is on, somewhere a curtain of night falls. Each is not aware of each other's play. At the time the curtain closes, we get sleepy and yawn. On the other side of the earth, in darkness of night, the shade of the daytime, something is happening. Samurai at the Meiji Restoration, without falling asleep, run around all over Japan for the sake of revolution. At the time of war, the captain who received saddening news, not sleeping into comforting words, keeps his dignity. Great heroes at various times, backstage of the play “our ordinary life,” shake our history—change the world. While we are snoozing, while we are having a sequel of a dream, the earth revolves, the world changes. The earth axis shifts and the latitude changes. The moon is hidden by the shadow of the sun. While we do not know, someone with a sharp look witnesses the change of the world. Just now, just right … now, someone is watching. -more-


Fred Korematsu, Hero By Kay Wehner

Tuesday December 27, 2005

In honor of Fred Korematsu of Oakland, who refused Japanese internment camp in 1942, and was tried, convicted and imprisoned for his “crime.” Federal court in 1983 ruled the internment unjust. He died this year, and I would like to submit my poem in his honor. -more-


The Bus Poet By RUBY LONG

Tuesday December 27, 2005

When I worked at UC I took the No. 51 bus to my Oakland home nearly every day. It was often a ride of surprises. -more-


Christmas Cookie Head By William smith and Lisa Wenzel

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Her name is Desdemona. Yes, a color-specific name for our white kitty-cat, inspired by the lead female character in the Shakespeare play Othello. -more-


If Your Blind Friends Don’t Tell You... By Arlene Merryman

Tuesday December 27, 2005

If you ever offered to help a blind person and were rudely rebuffed or felt unappreciated, or if you find unseeing people puzzling or scary, please take note of the following. -more-


Merry Christmas

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Christian Curry on skis, wishing you a Merry Christmas. -more-


When Yosemite Calls By Janis Mitchell

Tuesday December 27, 2005

I did not grow up in an outdoorsy family. We never played sports, took hikes or went camping. When I was 27 I married a man who had been a camp counselor. John loves the outdoors. He can walk all day in any terrain and he has an unerring sense of direction. I can get lost in a parking lot. About a year after our wedding I succumbed to his romantic descriptions of the pastoral life and agreed to go car camping. It would be fun, he promised. We would go with a gang of friends to Yosemite. We would take turns cooking. I was not to worry because he was experienced and confident and he owned all his own equipment. -more-


The Collector By IRENE SARDANIS

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Bertha (not her real name) sat in a chair opposite my desk, a woman in her ‘60s, thin, wearing a faded print blouse and pants that I could see were held up with a safety pin. The sandals she wore looked like they were two sizes larger than her feet. -more-


Light Your Candles By MARY WHEELER

Tuesday December 27, 2005

This is the song that my first-grade students will sing for our school holiday performance: -more-


Man of Courage By David Bunnell

Tuesday December 27, 2005

The most courageous man outside the gates of San Quentin on Monday night, Dec. 12, was this guy. Hundreds of angry people shouted him down and he did not budge an inch. He kept reminding us, “It’s 11:31 and Tookie is going to die in 30 minutes.” The most courageous man inside the gates was Tookie himself. Being there was easy for the rest of us.. -more-


Editorial

Beyond Curry Powder and Soy Sauce By DEBBIE CHANG

Tuesday December 27, 2005

As a student in a professional cooking school in the Napa Valley, I knew I was lucky. Within walking distance, there were great restaurants to train at, artisan olive oil makers, and organic produce at the Farmers market. Napa Valley, however, lacked one thing. Ethnic cuisine. By ethnic, I don’t mean Asian-fusion, Rachel Ray’s “thirty-minute” version, or the high-priced “____-influenced California cuisine” (fill in the blank with your choice--Mediterranean, French, Japanese, Indian, etc.) -more-


Columns

A Modern Atlantis By MELISSA KIRK

Tuesday December 27, 2005

“New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don’t want to swim.” -more-


In My Museum By Phyllis Henry-Jordan

Tuesday December 27, 2005

I am that stately woman -more-


Serve With Crackers, Aquavit, and Love By D. E. Gilbert

Tuesday December 27, 2005

The handwritten sheet is punctuated with splotches of mustard-dill sauce, the garnish complement to my father’s “Gravad Lox” or “gravlax” recipe. An urgent note labeled, “Important” and triple underlined, is appended vertically along the left-hand margin: -more-


O’ Hanukkah, O’ Hanukkah By Eva M. Schlesinger

Tuesday December 27, 2005

I am Jewish. I celebrate Hanukkah. Many know I’m Jewish, yet still ask, “What are you doing for Christmas this year?” -more-


Mary, Queen Of The Cosmos By Carmen Hartono

Tuesday December 27, 2005

The apparitions of Mary in the last century have brought forth new titles for Our Lady. Among the most intriguing for me is thinking of the Blessed Mother as Queen of the Cosmos. While common sense dictates that no words can adequately address the Mother of God, for me ‘cosmos’ encompasses everything. And now that I am studying the New Cosmology at the Sophia Center at Holy Names University, I am becoming more in awe of the vastness of the universe. -more-


John Lennon Was Shot to Death Last Night By JULIA ROSS

Tuesday December 27, 2005

In the less than middle of the night of our lives -more-


That’s The Thing About. . . By Paul Vontron

Tuesday December 27, 2005

On Christmas some years ago, three months after my wife was killed by a drunk driver, I recognized for the first time that I’ve more or less never had a bad experience that couldn’t be bettered somehow by interacting with a dog. Others feel similarly. The biologist Lewis Thomas, for example, wrote the same thing about otters. He found it impossible to be unhappy while observing them. Neither dog nor otter would matter much to a murder victim at the scene of the crime. For those still living, however, other living things can be a help. -more-


Gambler’s Last Exit By Joe Kempkes

Tuesday December 27, 2005

The “aesthetic of shock” that Walter Benjamin describes in a memorable passage in his essay on Buadelaire puts Buadelaire together with stories on Poe, the paintings of James Ensor, and a striking statement by Valery about the savagery of isolation in the urban crowd. -more-


Celebrating Diwali By Roopa Ramamoorthi

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Diwali is the most important festival for Hindus, like Christmas for Christians and Id for Muslims. It has always been that special time of year where mummy starts getting busy making sweets days in advance. When I was a child, I would make a long list of all the sparklers, rockets and flower pots that I wanted and my mother would see the eager look in my eyes and not want to disappoint me, but each year the price for these items kept increasing. And so I got my first economics lesson, of diminishing marginal returns. I needed some sparklers but there had to be limits set—balance price versus pleasure. -more-


One Fourth Monday In October By Garrett Murphy

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Take no joy for October 24, -more-


Arts & Events

Arts Calendar

Tuesday December 27, 2005

TUESDAY, DEC. 27 -more-


Arts Listings

Mont St.-Michel By Esther Stone

Tuesday December 27, 2005

The Day After Christmas By Claudia Pessin

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Another Night In Paris By MONK LUNG

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Forgive Yourself By William Warren Smith

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Berkeley This Week

Tuesday December 27, 2005

Back Stories

Opinion

Editorials

Beyond Curry Powder and Soy Sauce By DEBBIE CHANG 12-27-2005

Editorial: Impeachment’s Back in Style By BECKY O'MALLEY 12-23-2005

Public Comment

Dream Of The Earth By Nozomi Hayase 12-27-2005

Fred Korematsu, Hero By Kay Wehner 12-27-2005

The Bus Poet By RUBY LONG 12-27-2005

Christmas Cookie Head By William smith and Lisa Wenzel 12-27-2005

If Your Blind Friends Don’t Tell You... By Arlene Merryman 12-27-2005

Merry Christmas 12-27-2005

When Yosemite Calls By Janis Mitchell 12-27-2005

The Collector By IRENE SARDANIS 12-27-2005

Light Your Candles By MARY WHEELER 12-27-2005

Man of Courage By David Bunnell 12-27-2005

News

Welcome to the Readers’ Issue 12-27-2005

The Life and Times of a Berkeley Kid By MINA EDELSTON 12-27-2005

Baked Goods Make For Good Neighbors in Westbrae District By HEJI KIM 12-27-2005

A Thank-You Note For December By ANN SIECK 12-27-2005

I Have Become A Local By Patrick Fenix 12-27-2005

Once Upon A Christmas By Maya Elmer 12-27-2005

Cat Notes By ELLEN SCHEINER 12-27-2005

Berkeley Recycles By C.C. Saw 12-27-2005

The Worm Of Thought By Nancy Schimmel 12-27-2005

Cat Nap By GREGORY PEDEMEINTE 12-27-2005

December Morning By Sandra J. Whittaker 12-27-2005

Holiday Cheer, Grandpa Style By Rachel Trachten 12-27-2005

Berkeley: Then and Now By CAROLYN SELL (Berkeley High School class of ‘67 and proud of it) 12-27-2005

a dance of Berkeley seasons By C.C. SAW 12-27-2005

Alright By Donna Cummings 12-27-2005

My Grandmother’s Holiday Cookies By Charron-Tae Barnes 12-27-2005

The Fugleman By Phyllis Henry-Jordan 12-27-2005

Merry Christmas (I Think) By madeline smith moore 12-27-2005

CLAUS-trophobic By Sonja Fitz 12-27-2005

Coffee Coffers By Estelle Jelinek 12-27-2005

Sending In The Troops By Margot Pepper 12-27-2005

Elevator Paranoia By PAUL DALMAS 12-27-2005

Street Corner Society By TED VINCENT 12-27-2005

Ambling Toward Christmas By Dorothy V. Benson 12-27-2005

LISTEN TO ME, Jack By RHODA LEVINSON 12-27-2005

Merry Christmas From UC By James K. Sayre 12-27-2005

At The Table By CRAIG FAIRBURN 12-27-2005

The Legend By CRAIG FAIRBURN 12-27-2005

Visiting Jane Austen Chawton, Hants By Phyllis Henry-Jordan 12-27-2005

ZAB Gives Green Light To San Pablo Ave. Condos By RICHARD BRENNEMAN 12-23-2005

Suit Against Transportation Agency Moves Forward By RICHARD BRENNEMAN 12-23-2005

Voting Machine Certification Delays Raise Concerns By J. DOUGLAS ALLEN-TAYLOR 12-23-2005

Fee Increases Impact Peralta Community Colleges By J. DOUGLAS ALLEN-TAYLOR 12-23-2005

Police Blotter By RICHARD BRENNEMAN 12-23-2005

Can Evo Morales Foster a World Coca Market? By MARCELO BALLVÉ Pacific News Service Pacific News Serive 12-23-2005

Where Are The Immigrants in Immigration Debate? By EDUARDO STANLEY Pacific News Service 12-23-2005

Editorial Cartoon By JUSTIN DEFREITAS 12-23-2005

Letters to the Editor 12-23-2005

Column: Dispatches From the Edge: Israel and Palestine: Is There a Way Out? By Conn Hallinan 12-23-2005

Column: Undercurrents: A Call For Progressives to Reveal Their Defense Strategies By J. DOUGLAS ALLEN-TAYLOR 12-23-2005

Commentary: Reflections On War By Harry Weininger 12-23-2005

Commentary: Parking, Reputation Harm Downtown By CHRIS REGALIA 12-23-2005

Commentary: A Vision For Berkeley’s Downtown By STEVE GELLER 12-23-2005

Commentary: A Few Thoughts On Tookie and Arnold By MARC SAPIR 12-23-2005

Commentary: While 39 Witnesses and the World Stood Watch By MATT WERNER 12-23-2005

On His Birthday, Mao Continues to Inspire Many Chinese By PUENG VONGS Pacific News Service 12-23-2005

Landscapes of Point Molate By JOHN KENYON Special to the Planet 12-23-2005

Arts: Aurora Closes Year With Porter Tunes By KEN BULLOCK Special to the Planet 12-23-2005

Arts Calendar 12-23-2005

Berkeley This Week 12-23-2005

About the House: Getting To Know Your Handyman By MATT CANTOR 12-23-2005

Ask Matt 12-23-2005

Garden Variety: Last-Minute Gift Ideas For Your Favorite Gardener By RON SULLIVAN 12-23-2005

Columns

A Modern Atlantis By MELISSA KIRK 12-27-2005

In My Museum By Phyllis Henry-Jordan 12-27-2005

Serve With Crackers, Aquavit, and Love By D. E. Gilbert 12-27-2005

O’ Hanukkah, O’ Hanukkah By Eva M. Schlesinger 12-27-2005

Mary, Queen Of The Cosmos By Carmen Hartono 12-27-2005

John Lennon Was Shot to Death Last Night By JULIA ROSS 12-27-2005

That’s The Thing About. . . By Paul Vontron 12-27-2005

Gambler’s Last Exit By Joe Kempkes 12-27-2005

Celebrating Diwali By Roopa Ramamoorthi 12-27-2005

One Fourth Monday In October By Garrett Murphy 12-27-2005

Arts & Events

Mont St.-Michel By Esther Stone 12-27-2005

The Day After Christmas By Claudia Pessin 12-27-2005

Another Night In Paris By MONK LUNG 12-27-2005

Forgive Yourself By William Warren Smith 12-27-2005

Berkeley This Week 12-27-2005

Arts Calendar 12-27-2005