I am from ocean air and silver fog. I am from marshes, blue herons, and white egrets. I am from Eucalyptus holding winds at bay, piebald cows blanketed in mist lichen on ghostly fences. I am from otters, whitecaps, and the sea spray of a whale’s journey. I am from Sunday beach picnics — golden […]
Arts + Scene
Reviews, interviews and upcoming highlights from the week in visual and performing arts around Humboldt County.
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‘Primate’ Fails to Evolve
PRIMATE. Upon re-examination of our newsroom Slack channel, it was Calendar Editor Kali Cozyris who first posted the link to the trailer for Primate and asked, “When are we seeing this?” But after the adrenaline rush of press day wore off and we remembered how goddamn unsettling simians are and how awful rabies is, we […]
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How to Meditate When the World is on Fire
This week has been incredibly trying for so many of us and our community. How do we move toward a sense of balance, ease and fulfillment in a world that is so loud? I don’t expect 2026 to feel easier or calmer than 2025, but I know I will move into it with some more […]
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The Mysteries of Cloud and Eephus
The year 2025 being what it was — and the less said about that, the better, although the New Year doesn’t seem much better, so far — it was easy to miss some things. No excuse, but the unraveling of the social fabric, geopolitical fuckery, one’s own laziness and the continuing inability of the movie […]
Posted inPoetry
Checking Out at Northtown Books (cancrizan)
She looks up. Smiles. “Are you in our system?” “Used to be, but I moved away.” “But you’re back now?” “Yes.” I smile at my son. “When I knew he was on the way, I brought us back.” She smiles at him, too. “I understand. I found you. You’re here.” I look from her to […]
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A Table for All
David Holper’s Bord för En At the beginning of the pandemic lockdown, a Swedish pop-up restaurant opened in an open field. There, a basket of food was sent to just one person at a time via cable. Bord för en, Swedish for “table for one,” closed on Aug. 1, 2020. In his fourth collection of […]
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Top 10 Dick Moves of 2025
It’s been a year of yikes, folks. Humboldt had far more bad looks and petty deeds in 2025 than a brief list can contain, but these are the selfish choices and low blows that really sprang out at us. 10. Painting hanging figures in Eureka. The graffiti that showed up on downtown buildings (and over […]
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On Screens in 2025
So. That has been the year that was. Anecdotally, I can’t say it’s been a good one for anybody who isn’t a despot. Despite having such a futuristic-sounding enumerator, it has been a time of regression, retrenchment and (justifiable) fatalism. Even the movie nerds, those definitive solipsists, have found occasion to gnash their teeth and […]
Posted inPoetry
Walk
I stopped to see the moon Sneaking through the day I watched a file of pelicans Patrol the breakers through the spray I spied a beached sea lion in the sand As two prospecting ravens pecked their prey While from the hills rang antiphonal psalmody Performed by rapt coyote choirs, far away. —Ellen Taylor
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Solo at the Mic
Stand-up from Hoffman, Nanjiani and Chappelle If we’re not laughing, we’re crying, right? Or, more often, both at the same time, in a rictal horror that may never be unmade; it is still 2025 after all. As much as I relish the grand collaboration of the movies, there is something immediate, undiluted and handmade about […]
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Holiday Dance Performances
Holiday magic takes center stage this weekend with two jolly dance productions for all ages. The Sundance Ballet Co. presents its 13th annual Nutcracker ballet at the Van DuzerTheatre on Saturday, Dec. 20, at 2 and 7 p.m. and Sunday, Dec. 21, at 2 p.m. ($25, $20 children, $20, $15 children advance). This classic production […]
Posted inPoetry
Soulstice
Fall has fallen The twilit light The day neatly folded into night White wintry eve The silent loon The frostbit fingernail called the moon The world is cold, my son, and bare And this, our darkest even of the year, May seem to cling forever near But feel this heart, its warmth, its care It […]