Saturday, October 21, 2006

some magazine reviews from utne

If you've ever eyed a Dumpster with more than just a twinge of curiosity or despair at what discarded valuables may lay inside, the Fall trash issue of LOUDmouth contains a few tips you might want to thumb through before going scavenging. Aside from the tutorial on "Why Trash is Your Friend," and other literal Dumpster stories, the latest issue of the quarterly zine, published by the Women's Resource Center at California State University, provides a forum to challenge its readers on waste more figuratively conceived. Liz Ohanesian laments that "[w]e are treating bands like the fad accessories of our junior-high years," while Fabiola Sandoval, who works for a nonprofit housing developer, touts revitalizing LA without throwing out poorer members of the community. -- Jenna Fisher

"This is written by teens?" was my first thought upon reading a piece in the issue of New Youth Connections that just landed in our library. This New York newsprint magazine, started in 1980, comes out seven times during the school year and is edited by young journalism professionals. Reading through the September/October issue I was impressed with the scope of issues and the quality of writing. An article by Daniela Castillo traces the reaction of teenagers in New York City to two teens hanged for being gay in Iran, while Gamal Jones reports in "Harlem's Hazards" on a day spent with a nonprofit fighting environmental racism in northern Manhattan. -- Jenna Fisher

Thursday, May 11, 2006

websites of interest

some stuff by jenna fisher and the gang here: http://www.nyrm.org/contributors.htm

some stuff by rpcv friends here www.ragingface.com

some stuff by dave turk (to come)

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Contact:
Kristen Allbritton
New York Review of Magazines


The New York Review of Magazines takes on the magazine industry in its soon-to-be-released Spring/Summer 2006 edition.

NEW YORK, May 11, 2006 — The Spring/Summer edition of The New York Review of Magazines (NYRM) will be released on May 11. In this issue of the magazine about magazines, you will find an interview with legendary profiler Gay Talese, who sexually interrogated a NYRM contributor; a piece on the possible re-launch of the now twice-defunct Radar magazine; and a story of how the IRS flexed its censorship muscles and tried to squash a controversial arts magazine.

Other feature articles in this year’s magazine include a profile of a prison magazine edited by a convicted ex-con (and banned in 19 states); “The ASME Curse,” which offers suggestions on how the American Society of Magazine Editors can remain a top-notch trade organization; the ridiculous and sometimes depressing assumptions of bridal magazines; and what a reader can learn about the war in Iraq in the pages of Us Weekly.

This is the sixth edition of NYRM. Pieces range from Q-and-As with industry notables such as Cary Tennis and Deborah Solomon to reviews of new and not-so-new magazines. The magazine is overseen by The Nation publisher emeritus Victor Navasky, former TV Guide editor Roger Youman, and ex-Radar entertainment editor Danielle Stein.

“This issue of the New York Review of Magazines, written, reported and edited by graduate students at the Columbia School of Journalism, shows that the blogosphere to the contrary notwithstanding, magazines are here to say,” said Navasky. “And smart editors will go out and hire the entire staff."

In addition to unveiling a new print edition, NYRM also presents its most sophisticated online version to date. Visit www.nyrm.org starting May 11 to view the new site.

For information: www.nyrm.org or
Contact: kea2106@columbia.edu
Phone:

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

a quick quiz

test your belief system. where do you lie? pretty interesting eh?

http://www.selectsmart.com/PRO/beliefnet/index1.html

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Rabies is a slow and painful way to die.

I’ve been here in Uganda for a little over two weeks. I’m practically local. Well, in a pretend hypothetical world.
Yesterday I was walking the bright rust colored road to town and met a man named Patrick who knew a friend of mine. He explained to me he knew I couldn’t have lived in Africa long. I naively inquired how. To which he informed me I was the whitest "mazungo" he had ever seen. but not to worry because my skin would become as black as his if I stayed long enough.
It’s hard to believe it’s already February as I sweat through these sultry days in the high 80s 90s.
A couple days ago I went on Safari in south west Uganda on the Congolese border. The road from Mbarara (where I’m staying with Brent and Jen) was unreal. There were potholes in the red roads but nothing like the massive ones that swallow whole vehicles in Kazakhstan. There were six of us packed into the Toyota Corolla, which apparently is capable of fitting 11. Just how fitting 11 in that clown vehicle, aside from stuffing people in the trunk and halfway out the windows, is yet to be determined. We rode half sitting on each other’s laps a bit over 2 hours passing soft, rolling, green tea fields and banana plantations, and small villages before we reached the national park where we would begin yet another adventure. As we drove down from the hills knowing that we were now in the middle of the park I spotted something in the trees and actually swinging from tree to tree. I don’t think I could have kept quiet had I wanted to and out popped a loud "BABOONS!!!!!!" accompanied with a sweeping gesture and silly grin that I’m sure none of you have ever seen.
After that we spied some crazy looking birds, eagles, then some water buffalo, water buck and then warthogs and A BABY ELEPHANT! And we hadn’t even made it to the main gate. Brent, Jen and I ate lunch on top of this hill that overlooked a lake full of hippos and crocodiles. We sat under a tree and had warthog visitors. I read a sign that said "Leave the mongoose alone and they will leave you alone. Mess with the mongoose and they WILL bite. Rabies is a slow and painful way to die." On cue a possy of 10-15 mongoose raced by from under some bushes passed our tree and scuttled around the building. I admired them from a healthy distance. A stray elephant wandered into the camp. We watched wide eyed as she played with a tree and tried to squeeze into a makeshift kitchen. The woman who ran the café came out and scolded her. I couldn’t believe this was life here.
A huge lizard appeared from the bushes, green striped yellow and slunk around the edge of the bush; And started to make its way up toward us. I thought I’d practice my stealth and "stalk" the great "Gila Monster."…in case you didn't know, Monitor lizards are poisonous. apparently they bite like the dickens when cornered. I , unfortunately did not know this as i was "tracking" it down a hill here in the bush of Uganda. my gila monster was really a Monitor Lizard...I was tripped by a root that jumped out at me (also dangerous items) and tumbled a bit down the hill. that sort of scared him a bit and he took off running away from brent and jen. so basically i saved them. you might not see the correlation, but it's true. the thing was FAST. and a couple meters long. if i wasn't there to tumble he could have turned on them. i dont' have to justifiy this.so the moral of this story? come hang out with a jenna and she saves your life.yeah.

the safari:

We awoke before the sun rose, and were warned about the grazing hippos as we walked alone down the road. Apparently, though hippos are vegetarians, if you get between them and the water they will charge you and they will bite. They are considered the most dangerous animals in Africa, responsible for more deaths than any other animal. In the darkness I saw something in the shadows, but remained calm. And calmly switched places with Brent farther from the hidden hippo. J no worries. That day was amazing. We drove past a crater lake that had rings of salt as a tree has rings of age. We passed all sorts of animals waking to the morning sunrise, and then saw a lone hyena looking for his breakfast along the road. A HYENA! Wasn’t expecting that! We wound through the waterbuck mating grounds saw HUGE vultures and then everything was still. We stopped the truck and noticed that every animal out in the great field was still. Heads up, bodies poised, all were looking at something in the distance. After a few minutes we drove off over some small bumps and around a few bush clumps and came up on two male lions. Hakuna matata.
On the drive back through the park (which in no way felt like a park aside from our land rover skirting around bush and along the dusty track back to where we were staying) may have been my favorite part. Everyone else sat down, satisfied with the safari, already recounting the animals of the day, and naming animals they would have liked to have seen but didn’t. I remained standing and let the rush of the wind sooth my hair back and just grinned. My eyes tried to take it all in, tracing the valley, the shapes of the trees, the color of the sun burnt grasses and the contour of the water buck and water buffalo of which we had already seen so many, but were still amazing to me. I could not feel anything but full.
How had I gotten so lucky as to deserve to see all of this? Africa, Uganda, these special wilds. It seemed a lot like church out there, alone on top of the vehicle skimming across the land. Not church in the organized religion sense, but in a deeper, quite reverent way.
Green -Green meets dirt-brown and clay-orange
Bright teeth and smiles on dark skin and troubled pasts
I’m in the middle of something almost incomprehensible. Penury of wealth and no dearth of beauty this place is filled with something special.



Wednesday, January 19, 2005

lost in the bush

yesterday i rode into Mburo National park on a Boda boda (something similar to a small motorcycle) I drove for a few hours after i hired the bike at the town at the foot of the mountain road that led to the park. It was absolutely amazing. I dont' think I've done something that awesome ever. The first step was actually learning how to drive the sucker, which proved a lot easier than i might have originally anticipated. a bit wobbly at first i picked it up pretty fast. The boda boda owners only looked a little hesitant as i drove up the red dusty hill, getting smaller and smaller and leaving them behind.....
amazing.
driving along, it took a while to get the hang of driving on the left side of the road.. in the hills and bush of Uganda with no cars around.. when we passed people and especially children on the way they looked shocked to see the white girl driving the boda boda and some cracked up laughing and most just shouted Muzungo!!! (white girl!!!) with enthusiastic smiles and waves.. up and over and down the hills i drove... passed bannana plantations, and small villages and people and goats and crazy long horned cattle.... and into the park where the guard only looked mildly amused at us coming into the park on boda bodas... there were a few signs posted warning that no one should walk into the park without an ARMED guard... hmmm.
we spotted zebra, and water buffalo, baboons and warthogs, crazy birds and waterbucks.. breathtaking and surreal. I was in the middle of africa..... holy kamoly..
at one point the bike of the friend that i was traveling with broke down. and we were in the middle of no where.. well. close to the water.. close enough where we could hear the hippo snorts.. just enough to make someone extra nervous. we tried pushing the boda boda but then we got to a very daunting hill and decided it would be better to send someone for help...
i took on this task and drove up to find someone.. on the way hit a sand pit and dropped the bike but after laughing my way out from underneath managed to find someone to come back and help figure out that the bike was more than just flooded..
we got out of the park around nighttime..
the day before that, brent and his friend jen had taken me into a Rawandan refugee camp.. how do you prepare yourself for something like that? Aparently Uganda is famous for the space and land and nature of it's camps. The ugandan govt supplies space for crops and buildings so unlike the sardine nature of most refugee camps this camp that i visited, like most camps in Uganda had a more friendly open feel to it. As we drove around from village to village within the camp we were met with excited wonderful playful children. who just relished any sort of attention or touch... overwhelming and exciting it was a lot to digest.
just before we left the camp we played a game of ultimate frisbee and my team and i laughed through the whole game. I feel like i have only met wonderful.. amazing people here..
there is so much to express..
VERY different from my touristy thailand experience... it's so different here from anything i have known before... amazing amazing amazing.
Anyway, this is the short version. no time..

Friday, January 07, 2005

media bias?

the question:

Former network correspondent Bernard Goldberg argues in his book Bias: A CBS Insider Exposes How the Media Distort the News that the media are biased in favor of liberal causes and issues. Do you agree with him? are some media outlets biased in favor of conservative causes and issues?

The South-East Asia Earthquake and Tsunami Blog

The South-East Asia Earthquake and Tsunami Blog


Check this out.... important info on how we can help.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Chaing Mai

The images that are presented in the Bangkok post daily are powerful. I walked past a wall of missing people, with pleas of help from their families to help find them. A huge donation box sat at the end of the wall with cut out images and an article from the newspaper. Bloated bodies face down in the water and faces of utter sorrow. Before I left Bangkok for Chaing mai I got into a couple conversations with some local Thai women about the disaster. I don't consider myself an emotional person, but it was hard not to be emotional about the images and the thought of so much tragedy. Every time I even think about this, goose bumps rise on my arms, and I twist in my seat.
The local friends I made for the day in Bangkok, Bah and Yod explained that from what their friends and family down south said, Thai people were giving as much as they could to help the foreigners out. That there were images though, of the foreigners not helping the other foreigners out but hoarding supplies that Thais so graciously gave them.. what sad western ideas we have.
I had already bought my ticket up here for Chang Mai, but would in a flash turn around and head south to help in any way that I could for the relief effort. The day I got here to the beauty that is Chang Mai, I would have turned around and gone south were it not for this group of people I met that showed me a bulletin explaining what kinds of help was needed down south. They don't want foreigners helping to catch more disease, or get in the way if they have no experience in relief work.

here are some sites to go to if you want to help: https://www.redcross.org/donate/donation-form.asp
www.bethechange.org www.tsunamipage.com also www.khoasanroad.com has some ideas.

just a few..