Selected Work
An intimate documentary, set in the woods above the Tomales Bay coast, reveals the last days in the friendship of reclusive architect Daniel Libermann and sound artist Henry "Sandy" Jacobs.
Last month, D.J. Barbarella, the host of KWMR’s Barbarian Beach Party, spun records for “Soul Nite” at the Old Western Saloon, a benefit for the Inverness Almanac. She granted few requests, and her playlist strayed far from the standard script. “This is not soul,” complained one local on his way out the door...
A friend of mine once remarked that the character of a city is more resilient than we think. Despite the surface changes of time—new clothes and cars, different shops and bars—there is something impalpable, determined by architecture and place, perhaps, or the taste of the air, that keeps a place what it is, even as it warps and alters unrecognizably. My friend was referring to Paris or New York, but as I am writing this, I realize the same may be said of the tiny town of Inverness...
Last Sunday, Steve Costa stood in the rain, guiding cars into the parking lot of the Presbyterian church with a patient, bemused air. “Now I can add parking attendant to my resume,” he cracked as he embraced a guest. Behind him, a large Monterey pine had crashed through the fence, toppled by the recent storm. The tips of its tallest branches had fallen just a few feet shy of the church.
The executive director of the Marconi Conference Center has stepped down from her position after less than two years, a move designed to soften public perception of a conflict of interest.