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"I rarely buy art because artists are my friends and we are generous so we trade pieces. I have a large wonderful collection of artists work I love. I don't think about artists being established only-- Do I love the work? Who knows what will survive history? Its a gamble. Young people are often rotated and dismissed. As a young person I was simply ignored which is worse unless you are in it for the long haul".

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"Certain artists have definitely benefitted from the establishment of auction history, while others have a "ways to go". It would be very helpful if when auction estimates come in line with the African American galleries offering similar works. Condition issues should be taken into account, and in my opinion this is where Swann can/should/must improve".

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"In the UK we are feeling a great sense of concern as the powers above are trying to prevent and reduce opportunities for artists to create and survive. There is now talk of the government axing all funding for Arts and Humanity courses".

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Troy Stanton explains his mission with humility and charm, beginning with “I am a barber” and quickly expanding to “I build bridges and fill gaps.” His goal is to bring the arts to his community, especially the young men and women who may never find their way to a museum or library on their own.


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Why Rand Paul just can't say no to white supremacists

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Why Rand Paul just can't say no to white supremacists


Why Rand Paul just can't say no to white supremacists

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Republican candidate of U.S. Senate Dr. Rand Paul, R-Bowling Green, speaks at the Southern Kentucky Tea Party rally Sunday, Sept. 12, 2010 at the National Corvette Museum convention hall in Bowling Green, Ky. (AP Photo/Daily News, Alex Slitz)

Kentucky Democratic Senate candidate Jack Conway made one simple demand of his opponent, Tea Party favorite Rand Paul. The demand was to give back some money his campaign received. The money in question is not drug, or laundered money, or over the limit campaign contributions. It is the $1,200 that Paul got from unabashed white supremacists.

Former Vanderbilt professor and self-described "ethnic separatist" Virginia Abernethy gave Paul $500 in March, records show. Separatist movement leader William Johnson gave Paul $500 in August, 2009, and Carl Ford, a Mississippi attorney, and a former member of the separatist League of the South, gave Paul $400 in March. Paul campaign spokesperson Gary Howard shrugged it off as much ado about nothing, "We cannot perform background checks on all of our 35,000 plus donors."

At first glance, Paul's spokesperson is right. In the second quarter of this year, the Paul campaign reported contributions of $1.1 million. The disputed $1,200 from white supremacists is a bare drop in the campaign money bucket. But the money that he received from the white separatists may be the tip of Paul's racist funding iceberg. The assorted neo-Nazi, KKK, and Aryan nation groups have thousands of members and can funnel considerable funds to a cause or a candidate. It's no stretch to think that Paul is the candidate that they feel most comfortable giving too.

Dozens of fringe groups have endorsed Paul and are actively working for his election and they read like a who's who of militant far right anti-government groups. The groups are linked directly and indirectly through the unofficial Paul related Take Back Kentucky website. All are, and have been, potentially lucrative fundraising channels for the Paul campaign.

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Paul's coy refusal to give back the contributions from white supremacists, though, is much more than just the act of a principled libertarian candidate that believes that even bigots have a right to contribute to campaigns. Paul is an ultra-conservative, Tea Party backed politician who at times has been at odds with GOP mainstream leaders who at least publicly squirm at some of Paul's far out views on civil rights, social security, and government, not to mention his white supremacist ties. But Paul sniffs victory in Kentucky and he'll need to appeal to and keep his grassroots Tea Party leaning backers fired up on Election Day to win.

While Tea Party leaders loudly protest that neither their movement, nor they are racists, a sizeable number of Tea Party adherents are bigots. And given the loose, disjointed structure of the movement, and the near impossibility of purging racists overt from the various Tea Party factions, Paul cannot afford to do and say anything that will alienate any of the factions. He needs them to win.

His initial denunciation of the 1964 Civil Rights Act that government passed and enforced civil rights laws did nothing to solve the country's racial ills, and worse, fueled even more racial polarization touched off a firestorm of protest from civil rights organizations, drew ridicule from the mainstream media, and stirred jitters among GOP mainstream leaders. But his stance was applauded by wide segments of Tea Party activists. Paul slightly backed away from his open assault on the Act, but his point that government should have minimal or better still, no role in civil rights laws and enforcement was made. This old, worn, and thoroughly discredited view warmed the hearts of the packs of closet bigots who long for the old days when racial and gender discrimination was the American norm and government did little to protect black rights.

Paul did see not a trace of bigotry in this. It's was a simple defense of the libertarian ideal that America must return to a small, free market driven, unobtrusive government. This position that he hides behind to explain the money he got from white supremacists and why he won't give it back isn't enough to damp down suspicions that you can judge a candidate by the company, or money he gets and keeps. Paul grasped the potential public relations disaster of this and issued another statement saying that he condemned racial hatred and discrimination. The proof, he said, is that 20 percent of his campaign staff is made up of African-Americans. But Paul still didn't offer to give back the money.

Ex-Separatist League member, Ford was asked what he thought Paul should do with the money he gave him. Ford was blunt, "He can keep my money. If he wants to send it back that's his business."

Ford doesn't have to worry. Paul just can't just say no to his and any other white supremacist's money.

Earl Ofari Hutchinson is an author and political analyst. He hosts a nationally broadcast political affairs radio talk show on Pacifica and KTYM Radio Los Angeles. Follow Earl Ofari Hutchinson on Twitter: http://twitter.com/earlhutchinson

Why Rand Paul just can't say no to white supremacists

Craft Los Angeles defines fine dining: restaurant review - latimes.com

he Review: Craft Los Angeles

The local flag carrier for Tom Colicchio's fine-dining chain upholds the big-city restaurant concept with high style and nimble execution.

The Ellensburg roasted lamb sirloin is served sliced off the bone in its own juices.

The Ellensburg roasted lamb sirloin is served sliced off the bone in its own juices. (Lawrence K. Ho / Los Angeles Times)


Before the Bravo network ever dreamed up "Top Chef," Tom Colicchio, the show's head judge, already had a remarkable career. He was chef and partner at New York's Gramercy Tavern in the mid-'90s, then in 2001 opened his own restaurant, Craft, a block away, holding down both kitchens for a while. Craft was followed by Craftsteak, Craftbar and the cleverly named sandwich spot 'Wichcraft. Soon he was opening versions in Atlanta, Dallas and Vegas and more.

Then came "Top Chef" in 2006, making Colicchio one of the most recognizable chefs in the country. A year later he opened Craft Los Angeles. At this point, he could easily rest on his laurels, relax and let his name bring in the crowds. And yet despite being one of a collection spun off from the original, Craft Los Angeles continues to be a serious restaurant with seriously good food.

When Craft opened in 2007 next to the offices of some of the biggest players in the entertainment industry at ICM and CAA, it didn't take Madame Solange and a crystal ball to predict that the glossy, high-end restaurant would become a power-lunch spot. It had the right look — sumptuous, with generously spaced tables, and a menu showcasing great American cooking and top-notch local products.


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But as anybody who has frequented L.A.'s power restaurants can tell you — Spago and the Grill on the Alley being the exceptions — the quality of the food is often the least important element in the equation. Craft didn't have to be great, just good enough. But the restaurant is much more than that. Colicchio doesn't fool around.

Sure, Craft is formulaic. But so is truly regional cuisine anywhere in the world for that matter, in that pretty much the same ingredients are used to make pretty much the same dishes season after season. The surprise for me is that the L.A. Craft has such a sense of authenticity. The menu offers a master class in contemporary American cuisine. You won't find recipes with 17 ingredients or unnecessary frills. Each dish relies on simplicity and elegance, superb ingredients and expert execution to make its point.

Now the initial buzz has died down, and the key staff at Craft Los Angeles has changed. Opening chef Matt Accarrino has been replaced by Anthony Zappola, who moved over from Craft in Dallas, as did pastry chef Shannon Swindle. I've been hearing good things about the new team recently, so it seemed the ideal time to check in and see how things are going.

The service is as crisp and professional as ever. Waiters know their food and are observant and truly helpful. A new sommelier, John Dal Canton, also from the Dallas Craft, has added some exciting, well-priced choices to the already excellent wine list. And French sommelier Emmanuel Faure, a veteran of three-star Marc Veyrat in France, is a welcome, high-energy presence in the dining room.

And the food? I'd go back on my own money (rather than the paper's) in a heartbeat.

The menu is printed every day, sometimes with big changes, sometimes with relatively few. The names of the farmers who supply the restaurant run in a column on the left, a nice touch. I'd forgotten, though, how challenging the menu format is to decipher. Dishes are listed by main ingredient (veal sweetbreads, pork loin and belly, skirt steak, diver sea scallops) and technique (raw, braised, roasted, sautéed) without adjectives or description, which means consulting your server for any details. Vegetables and sides need to be ordered separately.

I can't recall a server ever pointing out the size of the portions, which, unless you're a world-class trencherman, are best meant for sharing. Everything is served family-style, often delivered in gleaming copper serving pans. Fortunately, the handsome wood tables are wide enough to accommodate everything, just one of many details that make the restaurant so comfortable. Tip: You probably won't need an appetizer and a main course for each person at the table.

As a starter, Hawaiian blue prawns, roasted with head and tails on, are delicious set on a pine nut butter that tastes unexpectedly earthy and rich against the sweet shrimp. Braised octopus is thinly sliced and scattered with diced potato in a lilting mint vinaigrette. It's a lovely light dish in which the subtle taste of the octopus shines.

Frisée salad is a wonderful surprise — the delicate, feathery greens topped with fine slices of cured Arctic char, a few piquant sliced cornichons and pickled onions, and showered with chives and dill. Beautifully cooked sweetbreads with a distinctly custardy texture are paired with ribbons of crunchy sweet and sour cabbage for another fine starter. Summer truffle and ricotta cavatelli are fabulous, the shaved truffle tossed in butter with the gnocchi-like pasta.

When it comes to main courses, Craft is strongest on meat, which is of the highest quality and expertly cooked. Think lamb is ho-hum? Try the Ellensburg roasted lamb sirloin, a deep, rosy pink and almost velvety in texture and served sliced off the bone (bone included, though) in its own juices. It's a superb cut of meat treated with great respect. A sampler of roasted and braised Niman Ranch pork with fat cranberry beans and pickled peppers features the pork loin, sumptuous pork belly and delightful pork cracklings. Every bite is different.

Veal with sherry sauce is stunning, cut off the bone, strewn with dried fruits. The sherry works the way Marsala does, but because it's less sweet, the result is more elegant. What a brilliant combination of flavors. The 35-day dry-aged sirloin for two at $105 isn't as pricy as it seems because it could easily feed three. The steak arrives in a copper oval dish with two marrow bones set on end sprouting long skinny spoons to dig out the marrow. This is real prime, close to 2 inches thick and marbled with fat that floods the palate with flavor.

Sides are standouts too. I happily could have had the applewood bacon and abalone risotto as a main course. Few chefs can turn out a risotto this perfectly cooked. And yet the components are entirely original — big, tender cubes of abalone and half-inch cuts of bacon.

I was a goner once I tasted the sweet corn cooked in butter with corn milk, the best corn dish of the season. Order baby shiitake and you get a cute little cast-iron casserole piled with seared mushroom caps just over an inch in diameter, the full flavor beautiful with any of the meats. For potatoes, you can't beat the luscious, deep-dish gratin served from a small, round copper pot.

There are some missteps, mostly due to overreaching for effect. Bulky duck tortellini needs a more supple dough, but even so, braised peanuts and Concord grape gastrique do not a happy marriage make. Not only is black sole rolled up like a cigar on top of carrot purée unattractive, the fish has an odd metallic taste. We leave half of it. And though barramundi in coriander vinaigrette with greenish fresh chickpeas strewn over is pretty, it's too bland to hold much interest.

Swindle, the new pastry chef, doesn't miss a beat. Pre-dessert might be a thimble of plum sorbet or a glass of coconut horchata. An individual blackberry pie has a fragile short crust filled with luscious dark berries and served with an utterly enchanting wild fennel ice cream that strikes a perfect balance between sweet and herbal. Though strawberry shortcake skimps on the Harry's berries, the shortcake is marvelous. O'Henry peach cobbler arrives in the oval cast-iron casserole with a biscuit topping and a small dish of gorgeous vanilla ice cream, a great example of an all-American dessert. And I thoroughly enjoyed the combination of silky dark custard tart with a gorgeous, sliced-plum compote.

Craft gets all the details right, from an amuse of diced Jidori chicken with pecans and pickled peppers, to the mignardises of tiny lemon-glazed marshmallows or miniature peanut butter cookies, and the parting gift of ginger and thyme biscotti, house-made granola or a muffin.

Casual bistros, trattorias, taverns, canteens, pop-up restaurants and food trucks make up more and more of L.A.'s exciting dining scene. But we're seriously short on grown-up big-city restaurants run with passion and professionalism. Craft is one to treasure.

CRAFT LOS ANGELES

RATING: Three-and-a-half stars

LOCATION: 10100 Constellation Blvd., Century City; (310) 279-4180; http://www.craftrestaurant.com.
Craft Los Angeles defines fine dining: restaurant review - latimes.com

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Savannah, Ga., was named “America’s Most Haunted City” in 2002 by the American Institute of Parapsychology. The city was home to a Revolutionary War battleground and was the site of the Civil War capture of General Sherman. Many tourists choose to take haunted ghost tours while they’re in town, and are excited to learn about the city made famous by the bestselling book Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.
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The New Patriotism - TIME

The New Patriotism

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Patriotism has always been the most abstract of American virtues--which may be why we fight so ferociously over the symbols that help us define it. Too often those symbols--flags, anthems, slogans--which are meant to unite us, end up dividing us.

To many people, the meaning of patriotism is simple: love of country. But love of a country that is dedicated to a proposition, not a king or a religion--a nation that is based on ideas, not blood--has always created a different kind of citizen. American patriotism expresses itself most truly in actions, not words. Our patriotism shapes our responsibilities as citizens, how we navigate in the world and, ultimately, what it means to be an American.

There is nothing more important than those ideals, and we are in the midst of a historic presidential race that will help redefine them for the 21st century. There have always been twin strains of patriotism in our history, two different definitions of American exceptionalism: a sense that our greatness is based on our provenance and what we have achieved, and a belief that our greatness lies in our promise and how we attempt to live up to our ideals.

Conservatives and liberals have been arguing about these two strains for years, and that debate has become the pivot of our politics. Republicans have contended that they are the true legatees of the nation's heritage and attack Democrats for being ashamed of America. Democrats in turn depict Republicans as chest-thumping nationalists who prevent America from living up to its ideals. Both of these are caricatures.

In Barack Obama, the first African-American presidential nominee, the mixed-race child of a single mother, we have a candidate whose perspective on--and experience of--America are different from those of any other nominee in history. In John McCain, we have the son and grandson of admirals who suffered grievously for his country and has spent his life as a public servant. To say that one of these represents the American Dream and the other does not is to set up a false choice. As they show in their own words on the following pages, both men embody the great traditions of American patriotism.

What we need going forward is third-way patriotism, a new patriotism that blends the faith of our fathers with, as Lincoln said, the unfinished work remaining before us. That new patriotism, as Eric Liu and Nick Hanauer write in The True Patriot, means "appreciating not only what is great about our country but also what it takes to create and sustain greatness." That formulation is what this campaign should be about: defining America's course in the 21st century. The candidates may have different views on what makes us proud to be Americans, but they share a belief in a modern American exceptionalism: that America has a greatness of purpose that no other nation does, and that for all our achievement, our greatest tasks remain before us.



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Locked and Loaded: The Secret World of Extreme Militias - TIME

Locked and Loaded: The Secret World of Extreme Militias

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ODF militiamen Frank Delollis, right, signals for a patrol party to turn around while searching the Old Roseville Prison property in Roseville, Ohio for enemy combatants during the Ohio Defense Force's annual FTX on Aug. 21, 2010.


Camouflaged and silent, the assault team inched toward a walled stone compound for more than five hours, belly-crawling the last 200 yards. The target was an old state prison in eastern Ohio, and every handpicked member of Red Team 2 knew what was at stake: The year is 2014, and a new breed of neo-Islamic terrorism is rampant in Michigan, Illinois, Indiana and Ohio ... The current White House Administration is pro-Muslim and has ordered a stand-down against Islamic groups. The mission: Destroy the terrorist command post — or die trying. The fighters must go in "sterile" — without name tags or other identifying insignia — as a deniable covert force. "Anyone who is caught or captured cannot expect extraction," the briefing officer said.

At nightfall the raiders launched their attack. Short, sharp bursts from their M-16s cut down the perimeter guards. Once past the rear gate, the raiders fanned out and emptied clip after clip in a barrage of diversionary fire. As defenders rushed to repel the small team, the main assault force struck from the opposite flank. Red Team 1 burst through a chain-link fence, enveloping the defense in lethal cross fire. The shooting was over in minutes. Thick grenade smoke bloomed over the command post. The defenders were routed, headquarters ablaze. (Watch TIME's video "Homeland Security Tradeshow.")

This August weekend of grueling mock combat, which left some of the men prostrate and bloody-booted, capped a yearlong training regimen of the Ohio Defense Force, a private militia that claims 300 active members statewide. The fighters shot blanks, the better to learn to maneuver in squads, but they buy live ammunition in bulk. Their training — no game, they stress — expends thousands of rounds a year from a bring-your-own armory of deer rifles, assault weapons and, when the owner turns up, a belt-fed M-60 machine gun. The militia trains for ambushes, sniper missions, close-quarters battle and other infantry staples.

What distinguishes groups like this one from a shooting club or re-enactment society is the prospect of actual bloodshed, which many Ohio Defense Force members see as real. Their unit seal depicts a man with a musket and tricorn hat, over the motto "Today's Minutemen." The symbol invites a question, Who are today's redcoats? On that point, the group takes no official position, but many of those interviewed over two days of recent training in and around the abandoned Roseville State Prison near Zanesville voiced grim suspicions about President Obama and the federal government in general. (See Obama's troubled first year.)

"I don't know who the redcoats are," says Brian Vandersall, 37, who designed the exercise and tried to tamp down talk of politics among the men. "It could be U.N. troops. It could be federal troops. It could be Blackwater, which was used in Katrina. It could be Mexican troops who are crossing the border."

Or it could be, as it was for this year's exercise, an Islamic army marauding unchecked because a hypothetical pro-Muslim President has ordered U.S. forces to leave them alone. But as the drill played out, the designated opponents bore little resemblance to terrorists. The scenario described them as a platoon-size unit, in uniform, with "military-grade hardware, communications, encryption capability and vehicle support." The militia was training for combat against the spitting image of a tactical force from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF), FBI or National Guard. "Whoever they are," Vandersall says, "we have to be ready."

As militias go, the Ohio Defense Force is on the moderate side. Scores of armed antigovernment groups, some of them far more radical, have formed or been revived during the Obama years, according to law-enforcement agencies and outside watchdogs. A six-month TIME investigation reveals that recruiting, planning, training and explicit calls for a shooting war are on the rise, as are criminal investigations by the FBI and state authorities. Readier for bloodshed than at any time since at least the confrontations in the 1990s in Ruby Ridge, Idaho, and Waco, Texas, the radical right has raised the threat level against the President and other government targets. With violence already up on a modest scale, FBI, Department of Homeland Security (DHS) and state agencies point to two main dangers of a mass-casualty attack: that a group of armed radicals will strike out in perceived self-defense, or that a lone wolf, trained and indoctrinated for war, will grow tired of waiting. Even the most outspoken militia commanders worry about the latter scenario. Kevin Terrell, a self-described colonel who founded a group of "freedom fighters" in Kentucky and predicts war with "the jackbooted thugs" of Washington within a year, says he has to fend off hotheads who call him a "keyboard commando." Some are ejected from his group, he says, and others are willing to wait a little longer. "You have to have the right fuel-air mixture, the piston has to be in the right position, the spark has to be perfectly timed," he says. "The day will come — sooner than later."

Twisted Patriots
Within a complex web of ideologies, most of today's armed radicals are linked by self-described Patriot beliefs, which emphasize resistance to tyranny by force of arms and reject the idea that elections can fix what ails the country. Among the most common convictions is that the Second Amendment — the right to keep and bear arms — is the Constitution's cornerstone, because only a well-armed populace can enforce its rights. Any form of gun regulation, therefore, is a sure sign of intent to crush other freedoms. The federal government is often said in militia circles to have made wholesale seizures of power, at times by subterfuge. A leading grievance holds that the 16th Amendment, which authorizes the federal income tax, was ratified through fraud. (Read "America's New Patriotism.")

In a reversal of casting, the armed antigovernment movement describes itself as heir to the founders. As they see it, the union that the founders created is now a foreign tyrant. "It's like waking up behind enemy lines," says Terrell. He says he smelled a setup when the FBI arrested nine members of Michigan's Hutaree militia in March and charged them with plotting to kill police. (Their trial is set to begin in February.) Terrell and other leaders put their forces on alert, anticipating a roundup. "There was a lot of citizens out there in the bushes, locked and loaded," he says. "It's only due to miracles I do not understand that civil war did not break out right there."

Some groups, though not many overtly, embrace the white-supremacist legacy of the Posse Comitatus, which invented the modern militia movement in the 1970s. Some are fueled by a violent stream of millennial Christianity. Some believe Washington is a secondary foe, the agent of a dystopian new world order.

Read "The Threat from the Patriot Movement."

See "Five Great Reads on Patriotism."



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Locked and Loaded: The Secret World of Extreme Militias - TIME

Pot growers find fertile ground in Malibu hills, Santa Monica Mountains | L.A. NOW | Los Angeles Times


Pot growers find fertile ground in Malibu hills, Santa Monica Mountains

September 30, 2010 | 7:12 am

MRCA 1The Santa Monica Mountains have become fertile ground for illegal marijuana growers, with authorities reporting a major uptick in the discovery and eradication of pot-growing farms.

In the last year, park rangers and Los Angeles and Ventura County sheriff's deputies have confiscated about 42,000 marijuana plants -- worth $130 million -- in areas under the jurisdiction of the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area or the Mountains Recreation and Conservation Authority, said Walt Young, chief ranger for the MRCA.

The haul from the mountains is a nearly threefold increase over last year, which marked the first year of an aggressive and sustained effort by park rangers, the U.S. Forest Service and the Sheriff's Departments to eradicate the marijuana plantations, Young said.

"Our whole goal is to make this [pot farming] economically unviable," he said.

Officials said the farms damage the environment and present a public-safety threat because of fires and possible harm to park visitors that unwittingly stumble on them. The installations can wreck natural soil and vegetation and disturb wildlife in remote areas that are home to species such as bobcats and mountain lions, Young said.

The cost of cleanup, which can often total more than $10,000, takes money away from worthwhile scientific projects that protect the fragile ecosystems, officials said.

So far in 2010, seizures have taken place in Malibu Canyon, La Tuna Canyon, Tuna Canyon, Rocky Peak, Whittier and Zuma-Trancas Canyon. About 27,000 plants were seized and destroyed on Santa Monica Mountains Conservancy Land, and an additional 15,000 were confiscated on public parkland. The street value of $130 million for those plants compares with $49 million worth of plants confiscated during the 2009 growing season, Young said.

In all, there have been 13 successful interdiction operations this year, officials said.

Multiple marijuana plantations have been discovered in Malibu Creek State Park in the Santa Monica Mountains. It was during one of the rangers' back-country patrols in August that they found the skeletal remains of Mitrice Richardson, the 25-year-old Los Angeles woman who vanished after being released from the Lost Hills Sheriff's Station on Sept. 17, 2009.

Another notable incident took place in April when authorities arrested two men after locating nearly 1,000 pot plants and 3,000 seeds in a remote section of Malibu Creek State Park in the Santa Monica Mountains.

Sheriff's deputies and park rangers found the operation near Malibu Canyon Road and Piuma Road while conducting a routine search for possible cultivation sites. The men fled but were later tracked down. One of the men was treated for injuries after falling off a 15-foot-high rock face.

-- Andrew Blankstein

Photo: Removing pot in the Santa Monica Mountains. Credit: Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area


Tony Curtis, Hollywood Leading Man, Dies at 85 - Obituary (Obit) - NYTimes.com

ony Curtis, Hollywood Leading Man, Dies at 85

Tony Curtis, a classically handsome movie star who earned an Oscar nomination as an escaped convict in Stanley Kramer’s 1958 movie “The Defiant Ones,” but whose public preferred him in comic roles in films like “Some Like It Hot” (1959) and “The Great Race” (1965), died Wednesday of a cardiac arrest in his Las Vegas area home. He was 85.

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Tony Curtis with his wife Janet Leigh in 1961.

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His death was confirmed by the Clark County coroner, The Associated Press reported.

As a performer, Mr. Curtis drew first and foremost on his startlingly good looks. With his dark, curly hair, worn in a sculptural style later imitated by Elvis Presley, and plucked eyebrows framing pale blue eyes and wide, full lips, Mr. Curtis embodied a new kind of feminized male beauty that came into vogue in the early 1950s. A vigorous heterosexual in his widely publicized (not least by himself) private life, he was often cast in roles that drew on a perceived ambiguity: his full-drag impersonation of a female jazz musician in “Some Like It Hot,” a slave who attracts the interest of a Roman senator (Laurence Olivier) in Stanley Kubrick’s “Spartacus” (1960), a man attracted to a mysterious blond (Debbie Reynolds) who turns out to be the reincarnation of his male best friend in Vincente Minnelli’s “Goodbye Charlie” (1964).

But behind the pretty-boy looks could be found a dramatically potent combination of naked ambition and deep vulnerability, both likely products of his Dickensian childhood in the Bronx. Tony Curtis was born Bernard Schwartz on June 3, 1925, to Helen and Emanuel Schwartz, Jewish immigrants from Hungary. Emanuel operated a tailor shop in a poor neighborhood, and the family occupied cramped quarters behind the store, the parents in one room and little Bernard sharing another with his two brothers, Julius and Robert. Helen Schwartz suffered from schizophrenia and frequently beat the three boys. (Robert was later found to have the same disease.)

In 1933, at the height of the Depression, his parents found they could not properly provide for their children, and Bernard and Julius were placed in a state institution. Returning to his old neighborhood, Bernard frequently found himself caught up in gang warfare and the target of anti-Semitic hostility; as he recalled in many interviews, he learned to dodge the stones and fists to protect his face, which he realized even then would be his ticket to greater things. In 1938, Julius Schwartz was hit by a truck and killed.

In search of stability, Bernard made his way to Seward Park High School on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. During World War II he served in the Navy aboard the submarine tender U.S.S. Proteus. His ship was present in Tokyo Bay for the formal surrender of Japan aboard the U.S.S. Missouri on Sept. 2, 1945, which Signalman Schwartz watched through a pair of binoculars. “That was one of the great moments in my life,” he later wrote.

Back in New York, he enrolled in acting classes in the workshop headed by Erwin Piscator at the New School for Social Research, where one of his colleagues was another Seward alumnus, Walter Matthau. He began getting work with theater companies in the Catskills and caught the eye of the New York casting agent Joyce Selznick, who helped him win a contract with Universal Pictures in 1948. After experimenting with James Curtis, he settled on Anthony Curtis as his stage name and began turning up in bit parts in films like Robert Siodmak’s “Criss Cross” (1949), Arthur Lubin’s “Francis” (1950) and Anthony Mann’s “Winchester ’73,” alongside another Universal bit player, Rock Hudson.

At first, Mr. Curtis’s career advanced more rapidly than Hudson’s. He was promoted to supporting player, billed as Tony Curtis for the first time, in the 1950 western “Kansas Raiders” — and became, he recalled, first prize in a Universal promotional contest, “Win a Weekend With Tony Curtis.” With his next film, the Technicolor Arabian Nights adventure “The Prince Who Was a Thief” (1951), he received top billing. His co-star was Piper Laurie, another offspring of Jewish immigrants (born Rosetta Jacobs), with whom he was paired in three subsequent films at Universal, including Douglas Sirk’s “No Room for the Groom,” a 1952 comedy that allowed Mr. Curtis to explore his comic gifts for the first time.

In 1951 Mr. Curtis married the ravishing MGM contract player Janet Leigh, whose beauty rivaled his own. The highly photogenic couple soon became a favorite of the fan magazines, and their first movie together, George Marshall’s “Houdini” (1953), was also Mr. Curtis’s first substantial hit. Perhaps the character of Houdini — like Mr. Curtis, a handsome young man of Hungarian Jewish ancestry who reinvented himself through show business — touched something in Mr. Curtis; in any case, it was in that film that his most consistent screen personality, the eager young outsider who draws on his charm and wiles to achieve success in the American mainstream, was born.

Mr. Curtis endured several more Universal costume pictures, including the infamous 1954 film “The Black Shield of Falworth,” in which he co-starred with Ms. Leigh but did not utter the line, “Yondah lies da castle of my foddah,” that legend has attributed to him. His career seemed stalled until Burt Lancaster, another actor who survived a difficult childhood in New York City, took him under his wing.

Lancaster cast Mr. Curtis as his protégé, a circus performer who becomes his romantic rival, in his company’s 1956 production “Trapeze.” But it was Mr. Curtis’s next co-starring appearance with Lancaster — as the hustling Broadway press agent Sidney Falco, desperately eager to ingratiate himself with Lancaster’s sadistic Broadway columnist J. J. Hunsecker in “Sweet Smell of Success” (1957) — that proved Mr. Curtis could be an actor of genuine power and subtlety.

The late ’50s and early ’60s proved to be Mr. Curtis’s heyday. Taking his career into his own hands, he formed a production company, Curtleigh Productions, and in partnership with Kirk Douglas assembled the 1958 independent feature “The Vikings” — a rousing adventure film, directed by Richard Fleischer, that has become an enduring favorite. Later in 1958, the producer-director Stanley Kramer cast Mr. Curtis in “The Defiant Ones,” as a prisoner who escapes from a Southern chain gang while chained to a fellow convict, who happens to be black (Sidney Poitier). The film may seem schematic and simplistic today, but at the time of its release it spoke with hope to a nation in the violent first stages of the civil rights movement and was rewarded with nine Oscar nominations, including one for Mr. Curtis as best actor. It was the only acknowledgment he received from the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences during his career.

Mr. Curtis began a creatively rewarding relationship with the director Blake Edwards with a semi-autobiographical role as a young hustler working a Wisconsin resort in “Mister Cory” (1957), which was followed by two hugely successful 1959 military comedies: “The Perfect Furlough” and “Operation Petticoat,” in which he played a submarine officer serving under a captain played by Cary Grant. Under Billy Wilder’s direction in “Some Like It Hot,” another 1959 release, Mr. Curtis employed a spot-on imitation of Grant’s mid-Atlantic accent when his character, posing as an oil heir, attempts to seduce a voluptuous singer (Marilyn Monroe). His role in that film — as a Chicago musician who, with his best friend (Jack Lemmon), witnesses the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre and flees to Florida in women’s clothing as a member of an all-girl dance band — remains Mr. Curtis’s best-known performance.

Success in comedy kindled Mr. Curtis’s ambitions as a dramatic actor. He appeared in Mr. Douglas’s epic production of “Spartacus,” directed by Stanley Kubrick, and reached unsuccessfully for another Oscar nomination in “The Outsider” (1961), directed by Delbert Mann, as Ira Hayes, a Native American who helped to raise the flag at Iwo Jima. In “The Great Impostor,” directed by Robert Mulligan, he played a role closer to his established screen personality: an ambitious young man from the wrong side of the tracks who fakes his way through a series of professions, including a monk, a prison warden and a surgeon.

Mr. Curtis’s popularity was damaged by his divorce from Ms. Leigh in 1962, following an affair with the 17-year-old German actress Christine Kaufmann, who was his co-star in the costume epic “Taras Bulba.” He retreated into comedies, playing out his long association with Universal in a series of undistinguished efforts including “40 Pounds of Trouble” (1962), “Captain Newman M.D.” (1963) and the disastrous “Wild and Wonderful” (1964), in which he co-starred with Ms. Kaufmann, whom he married in 1963. In “The Great Race,” Blake Edwards’s 1965 celebration of slapstick comedy, Mr. Curtis parodied himself as an impossibly handsome daredevil named the Great Leslie, and in 1967 he reunited with Alexander Mackendrick, the director of “Sweet Smell of Success,” for an enjoyable satire on California mores, “Don’t Make Waves.”

Mr. Curtis made one final, ambitious attempt to be taken seriously as a dramatic actor with “The Boston Strangler” in 1968, putting on weight to play the suspected serial killer Albert DeSalvo. Again under Richard Fleischer’s direction, he turned in an effective, rigorously deglamorized performance, but the film was dismissed as exploitative in many quarters (“An incredible collapse of taste, judgment, decency, prose, insight, journalism and movie technique,” Renata Adler wrote in The New York Times), and failed to reignite Mr. Curtis’s fading career. He divorced Ms. Kaufmann and married a 23-year-old model, Leslie Allen, that same year.

After two unsuccessful efforts to establish himself in series television, “The Persuaders” (1971-72) and “McCoy” (1975-76), Mr. Curtis found himself in a seemingly endless series of guest appearances on television (he had a recurring role on “Vegas” from 1978 to 1981) and supporting performances in ever more unfortunate movies, including Mae West’s excruciating 1978 comeback attempt, “Sextette.” A stay at the Betty Ford Center followed his 1982 divorce from Ms. Allen, but Mr. Curtis never lost his work ethic. He continued to appear regularly in low-budget movies (he played a movie mogul in the spoof “Lobster Man From Mars,” 1989) and occasionally in independent films of quality (Nicolas Roeg’s 1985 “Insignificance,” opposite Theresa Russell as a Monroe-like actress). He took up painting, selling his boldly signed Matisse-influenced canvases through galleries and department stores.

After divorcing Ms. Allen, Mr. Curtis was married to the actress Andrea Savio (1984-92) and, briefly, to the lawyer Lisa Deutsch (1993-94). He married his sixth wife, the horse trainer Jill VandenBerg, in 1998, and with her operated Shiloh Horse Rescue, a nonprofit refuge for abused and neglected horses, in Sandy Valley, Nev.

In addition to his wife, Mr. Curtis is survived by Kelly Lee Curtis and Jamie Lee Curtis, his two daughters with Janet Leigh; Alexandra Curtis and Allegra Curtis, his two daughters with Christine Kaufmann; and a son, Benjamin Curtis, with Leslie Allen. A second son with Ms. Allen, Nicholas Curtis, died in 1994 of a drug overdose.

He published “Tony Curtis: The Autobiography,” written with Barry Paris, in 1994 and a second autobiography, “American Prince: A Memoir,” written with Peter Golenbock, in 2008. In 2002 he toured in a musical adaptation of “Some Like It Hot,” in which he played the role of the love-addled millionaire originated by Joe E. Brown in the film. This time, the curtain line was his: “Nobody’s perfect.” His final screen appearance was in 2008, when he played a small role in “David & Fatima,” an independent budget film about a romance between an Israeli Jew and a Palestinian Muslim. His character’s name was Mr. Schwartz.


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Jose Bedia’s Tribal Artifacts

Courtesy Fredric Snitzer Gallery
Jose Bedia, "Utenu Kazaye (Angry Utenu)" (2007). On view at Fredric Snitzer Gallery

By Margery Gordon

Published: December 4, 2007
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A found image of a tribal elder flanked by idols is embedded in the trunk of a giant figure.


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Jose Bedia in his studio

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MIAMI—To enter Jose Bedia’s work space in an industrial park in southwest Miami—the painter’s home base since 1993, when he moved here from Mexico a couple of years after defecting from Cuba while traveling to an art exhibition—one must first pass through a narrow vestibule guarded by otherworldly sentinels, talismans, and relics from indigenous cultures. Most imposing is a standing scarecrow-like garment with skull-and-crossbones markings on its burlap knees, and a dark, peaked hood that nearly brushes the low ceiling and bears an ominous resemblance to Ku Klux Klan caps, the large appliquéd eyes its only features.

Bedia explains that this Cuban ceremonial costume was sent to him by a friend still living in his estranged homeland. “It has no nose and no mouth, because it is supposed to represent the spirit of the dead,” says Bedia. “However, it’s not something to be frightened of, but to respect. People go to these figures, call them Tata (elder), and ask what to do.” The artist points out other renditions of the character that appear in his studio: It plays instruments in a colorful burial scene that hangs in the bathroom among works by other indigenous artists; it also appears as a figure on Bedia’s altar (which is laden with stacked offerings of cigar butts) in an alcove at the end of a long wall pinned with canvases in progress and dripping with fresh paint.

The artist’s obsession with tribal objects dates back at least to the 1970s, when as a young art student in Havana he was more interested in mining folklore than in painting still lifes and figure models. One teacher understood and introduced him to books and ephemera about indigenous cultures, developing Bedia’s eye for the old Margaret Mead films he watches and the artifacts and oral histories he collects. “For me it’s more than a collection, it’s like an open-book library. I collect objects because I like physical proof of what I was looking for, that I was onto something.”

Bedia’s spiritual and anthropological leanings have long marked his large paintings and drawings peopled by elongated devils and warring natural and mechanical forces. His new exhibition, “First Hand,” at Fredric Snitzer Gallery in Miami’s Wynwood Art District from December 7 to January 5, reflects his efforts to connect with the beliefs behind the objects he collected during several visits to northwestern Zambia between 2004 and 2006. His participation in rituals and exchanges with natives there informed his understanding of the objects he will display alongside the paintings they inspired.

“Everyone knows that I base my work on those things. I don’t want to hide anything,” Bedia says. He gestures toward the found image of a tribal elder flanked by idols that he has embedded in the trunk of a hulking figure, tracing his finger-marks in the paint he applies freehand, using brushes and oil sticks only where needed for detail. “I try to recreate the power of that spirit force.”

In a sacred place beside the altar is a memento with special meaning for the artist, a photograph of the medicine man his mother took him to when he turned 18. The artist continues to practice Bantu, an Afro-Cuban tradition that reveres Mpungos, abstract life forces that manifest as natural elements like the ocean, river, lightning, moon, and sun. The erupting volcano and giant whale that appear in several recent canvases represent such natural forces. In one work, two tiny male figures carry a pregnant woman down the side of a spewing volcano, and Bedia’s trademark Spanish script spells out the “manifestation of something unpredictable.”

These primordial forces become politicized when he pits them against symbols of American military might like fighter planes and battleships. A toy aircraft carrier fills the corner of his crowded workbench, and another table across the room is topped by a bronze arsenal (cast with the help of Carlos Gonzalez, an artist friend with a neighboring studio). Bedia explains that his slotted sculptures of munitions are modeled after the piggybanks distributed by the U.S. government during the Spanish-American and World Wars to encourage war donations—but these are “open at the bottom, like a metaphor: the money goes nowhere.”


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