Santa Cruz Council Votes to Reduce Library Positions

City Council voted 5-1 last night to reclassify positions in the municipal library system. Only Councilmember Tony Madrigal dissented. The new arrangement could lead to as many as 11 layoffs, though library staffers are hopeful that at least some of these will be eased by early retirements. Also possible, they say, is a new deal with the union to cut costs by as much as $900,000.

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Occupy Santa Cruz Plans Dance Protest

Will Robert Norse be doing the cha cha cha? Time will tell. Photo by Tessa Stuart.

Today’s Occupy Santa Cruz protest will mark a change not only from previous protests in the city but also from Occupy protests taking place across the country. Rather than marching and chanting slogans, the participants plan on dancing. After all, music is inherently related to the protest movements of the past, and this is the town most closely identified with the Grateful Dead, known for such iconic protest songs as Mr. Charlie.

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PRFF: Fantastic Voyage

Family of the Wa'a shows Sunday at the Rio.

It looks serene in the footage, the long slender fiberglass canoe and its outrigger slicing through sapphire water or filmed from below, silhouetted against the clear green of the shallows. The oars move in rhythm, the paddlers bend their broad backs to the task. And it is, in fact, quiet—if not exactly peaceful.

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PRFF: Trainspotting

A burned-out Japanese exec finds peace in 'Railways,' screening Oct. 18.

If you thought trains meant a lot in blues songs, consider how much metaphysical freight they pull in Japanese film. Donald Richie was one of the first westerners to write about Japanese cinema. His new collection Viewed Sideways (Stone Bridge Press) includes a 1993 piece on the importance of trains in Japan’s films.

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PRFF: Deadly Heights

Mountaineer Sergiu Matei's footage appears in 'Tibet: Murder in the Snow,' screening Oct. 16.

Luis Benitez paused when he saw me coming down and leaned into the axe planted in the snow above him. “Hey Sam, how’re you feeling?”
“Good . . . tired,” I replied, my voice weak.
“I’ll bet you are,” he said, and laughed. “Why don’t you go back to base camp, get yourself a coke, go to college, find a hot boyfriend—how ‘bout a junior—and forget this scene for a while,” he said.

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