Staying relevant

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Diversity, environment, High Country News, history, Literature, news, Staying Relevant, Sy Safransky, The Sun Magazine, the west, Tom Bell

I’m that linear person who reads publications cover to cover. It’s a slow process, therefore I subscribe to only two monthlies: The Sun Magazine, and High Country News. The first nurtures my soul and inspires me to think deeply. The second informs me about the land I live on, the peoples, plants, and animals with whom I share this magnificent land, and the intricate interrelationships between us all.

Both publications sprang from humble beginnings. The Sun, an entirely ad-free literary journal, first hit street corners in 1974 with editor Sy Safransky barely able to drum up the courage to charge 25₵ for his manually typed, Xeroxed copies. The magazine survives today with well over 60,000 subscriptions and a stalwart eye for thoughtful interviews, poetry, short fiction, provocative black and white photography, and the beloved “Readers Write.” The editorial board deploys unmatched sensitivity. Even a letter to the editor doesn’t get published without author approval of editorial revisions.

High Country News (HCN) began in 1969 when WWII veteran, Tom Bell, published Camping News Weekly out of Lander, Wyoming. Initially geared toward anglers and hunters, Bell was driven to expand into environmental issues that he saw as a threat to the West he so loved. The early years were tough, and the magazine, later dubbed High Country News, struggled to make ends meet. By 1983, Bell was tired and overwhelmed with the task of keeping the paper going. Transplanted New Yorkers, Ed and Besty Martson, took the helm and moved the paper to Paonia, Colorado, where it flourished.

HCN has evolved rapidly during the past decade. Once, a mostly black and white, semi-monthly, printed on newsprint, it has blossomed into a glossy monthly with color photography and stunning original art. But more importantly, beyond the outer beauty, this publication has expanded its scope and reportage by mining once-unheard voices from the west. In the past year, the business office has decentralized from Paonia, Colorado, utilizing digital tools that make instant communication and document collaboration possible across vast distances.

Administrative, editorial, and reporting work is spread out from coast to coast. Dedicated reporters and content creators are young, fierce, and eager to dig into the cultural and socio-economic aspects of the western political landscape.

Some readers have not appreciated the changes. I freely admit that some of the stories push my buttons, challenge my assumptions, and simply don’t interest me. I don’t like graphic novels or content. I was never a comic strip reader, and that style just doesn’t work for me. But how many young readers might be attracted to a graphic news story? And I confess that every now and then I catch my eyes rolling at the asomatous musings of a 20 or 30-something trans writer. But THOSE are my teachable moments! When my eyes are rolling, my judgement is impaired. I come at text from my highly privileged white background. These voices deserve to be heard as much as my voice does. And that it has taken this long for them to emerge is only proof of how narrow the playing field has been until recently.

Just look at those bright young faces in the Featured Contributors column. They span myriad shades, ethnicities, and gender personas. And each of them is talented beyond belief. My mission is to keep learning. And these two publications help me on the journey.

How important is human fertility?

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endocrine disruptors, fertility, over-population, phthalates, plastics, Shanna Swan, The Sun Magazine

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Over the past 50 years, sperm counts around the world have declined by over 50%. Environmental and reproductive epidemiologist, Shanna …

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The mortality that binds us

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humanity, insignificance, mortality, overpopulation, selfishness, The Sun Magazine

What can we learn from mortality? Mortality, like the air we breathe, the sky above our heads, and threads of …

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The Scrawny, Scowling Youth Inside

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anger, Buddhism, emotions, human nature, intelligence, interpesonal relations, Jack Haubner, self-control, The Sun Magazine

What in the world could I have in common with a Buddhist monk? I am as far from Zen Buddhism as a person could be. But the things that connect us are no larger than the things that separate us; the human condition does not discriminate.

In his essay, “A Zen Zealot Comes Home,” Shozan Jack Haubner struggles just as fiercely with relationships as I do. You would think his spiritual knowledge and transcendental practice would elevate him above interpersonal chaos. But knowledge and determination are not enough to overcome the automatic defensive reflexes that undermine our attempts at inner peace and acceptance.

Haubner’s story, published in the September 2011 issue of The Sun, describes his experience of returning to the nest, older and supposedly wiser, but still a child at heart:

A Zen Buddhist monk … gets exactly one week off a year. This time is specifically designated for a “family visit.” I always take my week at Thanksgiving and every year I prove right that old Zen adage: Think you’re getting closer to enlightenment? Try spending a week with your parents.” … We hugged, and I smelled the rifle-barrel business all over him: metallic, rusty, and wet. Instantly I was transported back to my scrawny, scowling youth. The combination of my father’s machine-shop musk and coffee breath retarded any and all spiritual progress I had made over the past year, and I was, like the hero of some Hollywood time-traveling comedy, fourteen years old again.

I can not count the times I have been “instantly transported back to my scrawny, scowling youth.” Friends and acquaintances would be surprised to witness how quickly the even-tempered, logical, serenity for which I am known, shatters like a thin film of ice over a mud puddle.

My job provided a wonderful training ground for self-control and moderation. At work I was the odd one out. I saw the world differently than my colleagues and my approach to work was different from most of those with whom I worked. I did not share the Christian values—two words that send the shivering willies right up my spine—or the political affiliations of my co-workers. Early in my career I was outraged by what I considered illogical or uninformed comments and perspectives. Like an annoying little rat terrier, I self-righteously defended my values. Through the years, I came to realize that my hot-headed tirades changed no one’s mind and served no purpose other than to raise my own blood pressure and create stress in the office. I began to clamp my overactive jaws shut. This was not easy for a young woman who’d been taught to speak her mind and defend the underdog. But it made my relationships at work much easier. I learned to breath deeply and simply listen to the conversations around me. I interacted with my colleagues on a surface level and turned away from baited topics. Life at work was boring, but a lot less emotionally stressful.

Similarly, with my mother, I learned how to avoid certain topics and when she launched into a rant of her own I let her ramble unaccosted. This, off course, was easy to do from a distance. We communicated through brief phone conversations and exchanged frequent chatty letters. It was a lovely relationship—by mail. Our face-to-face visits were another story. Without a 700-mile buffer zone, mother’s comments frequently awakened the sleepy child inside. Suddenly, I’d be responding like the nasty, fourteen-year-old I was so ashamed of.

I was mortified by my knee-jerk reactions and continued susceptibility to hot buttons. After each outburst, I counseled myself that next time I would take several deep breaths rather than allowing the adrenaline to hit the gas. But invariably, I failed. Even after deep breathing I was prone to explosive and nasty quips.

My poor abused mother is gone now, no longer a victim of my childish impetuousness. Yet skeletons still rattle the hangers in my closet of inner peace. I can count on two people, in particular, to quite unconsciously press my hot buttons. My wild reactions evidence a childhood not quite resolved. Certain word patterns and inflections trigger a psychological threat to my intelligence. Once tripped, the trigger sets off the fight or flight adrenaline rush that is preprogrammed into homo-sapien’s survival code. Even if I hold back the angry words, my body bubbles with anger and tension. If Shozan Haubner’s spiritual enlightenment is not enough to hold defensiveness at bay, how in the world can I ever hope to master the child inside? Is enlightenment simply unattainable in certain situations? How can I defuse the automatic response to what my inner child perceives as a threat? I know I’m reasonably intelligent and I’ve lived my life happily and successfully so what do I have to fear? Why does that inner brat still emerge to question my competence?

Dichotomy of Thought

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Literature, opinion, perspective, The Sun Magazine, Thought

Personal. Political. Provocative. Add-Free

 

In the March issue of The Sun magazine, two readers’ letters jabbed each other on the Correspondence page. Both readers were responding to the same story in the December 2010 issue. The author of letter A was moved to tears by the entire issue, but especially by the short story, “The Immortal Zelensky” by Boomer Pinches. The letter raves that Pinches’ “fine use of telling details was…a graduate course in writing, without being the least bit didactic or contrived or self-conscious.”

Letter B followed. Its author proudly reports to having read every poem, essay, or short story in The Sun for eight years. This reader even marched through those entries that failed to resonate, simply because “if it was in The Sun, it had to have some intrinsic value (reasoning of which I am also guilty)”; HOWEVER, author B continues, “The Immortal Zelensky” was “so self-conscious, awkwardly written, rambling, and uninteresting” that it was completely without merit.

You’ve got to love it! Two devoted, well educated, and articulate readers take away completely opposite opinions regarding the same collection of words on a page. It happens all the time, particularly in this literary magazine, which tends to push at conventional boundaries.

This dichotomy excites me because it demonstrates how there is no “right” and no “wrong” in the murky sphere that is art, thought, and opinion. Each of us responds to stimuli differently. Our backgrounds, our locales, our life circumstances, our ages, our genders, and an entire spice rack of other elements shape us and thereby shape our responses to what we see and what we read and how we think.

This reality is freeing. Each person who stumbles upon my blog will react differently. Some will judge my words callow and shallow, which is fine because others will find them perplexing, and someone may actually find a few of my words moving or helpful. But they are my words, reflecting my thoughts. These thoughts are all that I truly own in this life. And you, dear readers—your thoughts are your own! We share equal opportunity thoughts, no one individual’s ideas any more or any less important than the next person’s.