Saturday, April 30, 2005

Becoming a “Wisdom Keeper”

Today I attended at writing conference at Brookdale Community College in Lincroft, New Jersey. I always enjoy getting to as many of these as I can afford, not necessarily because I expect to learn some new writing secrets, but mostly to fraternize with other writers. Networking is often the best part of any conference.

During this conference, I attended a journalism and magazine writing seminar led by Harvey Arden. His bio told me he had been a writer for National Geographic for more than 20 years and I fully expected to hear some of the usual instructions about organizing a non-fiction magazine article, and maybe a bit about the inner workings of getting published – things such as studying a magazine before querying, and being sure to spell the editor’s name right.

Instead of this typical workshop scenario, the group was instead treated to the details of what Arden has been doing since leaving National Geographic, and the books that have come out of it.

In short, Arden has been documenting the words of what he has dubbed as “Wisdom Keepers,” specifically, the elders of indigenous people, such as America’s Lakota Indians. His passionate belief in the importance of preserving this information, and how it transcends trends in publishing and political climates was inspiring. He was very aware of the passing of time, and the damage time causes. “They are dropping like leaves from a tree,” he said of the tradition-bearers he has written about. I wondered if he realized that he, himself, was functioning as a “Wisdom Keeper” to those of us in his session. You can read more about this at his webpage at
http://www.dreamkeepers.net/3765/3873/4029/


Particularly compelling was the way this drew out stories from some of those in attendance. Marc Bonagura, also a conference presenter and the son of a soldier who fought at Guadalcanal, shared his recent project to honor his father’s experience (an experience he never really spoke about) by interviewing and documenting the stories of other soldiers who fought in the same bloody battle. You can read about this at his webpage;
www.thetigerisdead.com One of the points he made so poignantly was how most of these soldiers have never told their stories; they have borne the memories through long silent lives; when all along they could have been passing on their wisdom to the next generation.

We also listened intently to a woman who spoke with a German accent, as she detailed her own story of growing up in Germany during the Nazi years. She spoke of how her father, jobless for 4 years, finally relented and signed up for the Nazi Party, even though he despised the idea. He had a family to feed. She sighed sadly and admitted that she fears for a world that didn’t seem to learn much from those years. She admitted it had taken her all these years to finally speak about her personal experiences, and she was finally writing it down to pass to her grandchildren, so they might learn from it.

So, instead of an outlined how-to presentation of textbook non-fiction writing points, we came away with insight into what it means to tell a true-life story, and how important it is for the journalist or nonfiction writer to strive to document and preserve those things that he or she feel passionate about. And for me especially, it drove home the point that as we age, we have a moral obligation to strive to become the “Wisdom Keepers” for those who follow us.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Presidential Hand Holding

Just for the record, I need to say, that I am not comfortable seeing the President of the United States strolling through a garden holding hands with a foreign government official. He hasn't even appeared to be that chummy with his own Vice President. I looked around to see if there was any history of Presidents holding hands with world leaders, and all I could find is this, which I suspect, now has to be updated: TIME.com Print Page: Nation -- A Short History of Presidential Hand-Holding

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Ann Coulter and TIME, a Very Odd Couple

How interesting, that after noting on this blog several weeks ago, that women are disproportionately represented in the OP-ED world, that TIME magazine devotes its cover story to perhaps the highest profiled, opinionated woman being read and quoted today. Ann Coulter. Her conservative, even reactionary, rantings are the stuff of sound bytes, used to ignite fires at water coolers all around the US.

As an American, I defend her right to express her opinions, no matter how bizarre. As a woman, I am offended that somehow her appearance and gender is considered a contributing factor in how seriously she is taken. But as a writer, I am disappointed in the attention she garners, the opportunities she is provided, and the excuses made for her. In his TIME cover article, author John Cloud says "most of the time, people miss her humor and satire and take her way too literally."

If people miss your humor "most of the time," it is because you aren't funny. Plenty of serious insults are tucked behind the convenient "I was only joking." That excuse never worked before, and it doesn't work now. If people are taking you "way too literally," then the problem isn't with the people, it is with you, and your inability to properly express yourself. Any decent writer who wants a chance of survival learns quickly how to use humor and doesn't need someone to follow behind with a "just kidding" sign. And the writer, pundit or commentator who needs constant translation in order not to be taken "way too literally" has no business in the communications field.

Sure, this is a person who I would expect to see profiled in People Magazine - just another substance-less personality of the month. For TIME Magazine to profile her, especially is such a soft-pedal way, is to give undeserved credibility and further attention to a lightweight.

AOL users can read about it here: AOL News - Cover Story Controversy


Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Lists and More Lists, and Some Real Encouragement

Since my birthday, I have been spending time contemplating who I am, where my life is going, and what the future could hold for me. I soon found that I was just spinning my wheels, stuck in a chasm, balancing between feeling as if there is nothing I CAN'T do and feeling as if it's too late to do ANYTHING.

I started making lists. The first list I titled "Dreams" and began writing down those real tasks, accomplishments and personal relationship goals that are closest to my heart. The next list, I called "Realities" and in that list, I included those unchangeable things which are permanent roadblocks. The third list is named "Possibilities" and consists of what dreams, if adapted to deal with the Realities, can still be accomplished. For example, I will never be able to go to college full time or out of state and lines of study such as medicine or law are out of the question, considering the amount of time needed to get through them. However, the possibility does exist of finally obtaining a bachelor's degree if I buckle down to the work and try obtaining some life credits or credit from other alternate learning experiences I have had.

I concluded that retirement will most likely be a financial impossibility for me, and that I have mostly likely already passed the halfway point of my life. Unlike some late bloomers who use the financial independence of retirement to finally pursue dreams, I must find the time to squeeze in the dreams as I continue to function in the work world. I am contemplating re-reading Judith Viorst's Necessary Losses, a book I strenuously opposed in my 30s. Something tells me it may make more sense now.

Of course, none of us know what will happen tomorrow, we could win the lottery or get hit by a bus. So, when I read Suzanne Beyer's essay about becoming a writer at 60, it encouraged me to keep plugging along. Bravo, Suzanne, I'm right behind you!

My Writing Life Began at 60 By Suzanne G. Beyer

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

50 years ago this week

Fifty years ago this week, the Salk Polio Vaccine was approved - the same week I was born. Since that time, this yearly terror faded from our collective minds, andalong with it, the spectres of leg braces and iron lungs. Yet, polio came as close as possible to me - a girl the same age as me who lived down the street contracted it, as well as the son of a good family friend. Of the three of us, I was the only one to get the inoculation - thanks to my grandmother winning the debate with my mother. Her fear of polio was greater than my mother's fear of a new vaccine. I've been reading some retrospectives about those years this week, and had forgotten what a frightening thing an iron lung was. You can read some of these articles here:
HoustonChronicle.com - The legacy of the polio vaccine, 50 years later http://www.postgazette.com/pg/05094/482468.stm

Sunday, April 10, 2005

)This Will Make Anyone Feel Young

Compared to the item being celebrated in the following article, we can all feel like veritable babies!
CNN.com - Earth's 'oldest thing ever' gets viewing - Apr 9, 2005

Friday, April 08, 2005

A Day Late,But Not My Fault

Yesterday was the "big day" and around 10 PM I wrote a blog entry describing my day. That blog entry evaporated into the night air, and I have been unable to get back into my blog until just now! So, to re-cap, I spent the day getting a manicure, a pedicure a haircut and a chinese dinner. I am pleased to report that nothing bizarre happened to me, my hair did not turn white, and I didn't wake up with a "dowager's hump." But, there are changes - changes that have been going on inside me for months - changes that will continue as I count out the days of this monumental year. As I mentioned previously, I have gained a lot of comfort and knowledge from Sue Shellenbarger's book, and I am happy to say that I have been given permission to provide my readers with an excerpt. I highly reccomend this book for all women at whatever age they begin to hear that inner voice - and take my word for it, you WILL hear it, sooner or later.

"Long stereotyped as the province of men, today the midlife crisis is reported with greater frequency by women than men. Though the female midlife crisis travels many courses, WallStreet Journal Work-Life columnist Sue Shellenbarger found that most women's angst is propelled primarily by one powerful, repressed passion -- a part of oneself that begs for expression and reintegration. These archetypal drives -- Shellenbarger labels them the Lover, the Leader, the Adventurer, the Artist, the Seeker, and the Gardener -- reflect our core human capabilities to love, to create, and to learn." - Cover Notes

Excerpt

The following is an excerpt from the book The Breaking Pointby Sue ShellenbergerPublished by Henry Holt; April 2005;$25.00US/$35.95CAN; 0-8050-7711-1Copyright © 2005 Sue Shellenbarger

The Archetypes of Midlife Crisis
The Adventurer. Many women seek the catharsis of physical adventure or bold travel at midlife. In endeavors ranging from skydiving to hiking in the Andes, the woman in the Adventurer role strives to conquer her fears and transcend old limits. She plunges into extreme physical effort or into the detachment and freedom of travel, escaping anxieties and compulsions and probing her own personal limits. The Adventurer enlarges her world, encourages risk taking, and vanquishes fear.

The Lover. Many women seek a soul mate at midlife -- a lover who promises a chance of attaining complete psychological intimacy. This archetype bears the hope, the seeking, and the building of a life partnership to fulfill that desire. It motivates some women to work on their existing marriages, to draw closer to their partners. Others find a new partner who seems to promise unprecedented intimacy. Women drawn to the Lover role sometimes enter a series of relationships at midlife, each one healthier and more fulfilling than the last. The Lover also sparks formation of more intimate friendships at midlife, affording women the freedom to be spontaneously, unabashedly themselves.

The Leader. Many women seek to make their mark on the world at midlife. They want to get past others' rules and their own people-pleasing behavior to create something new and uniquely their own. The Leader longs to influence others. These are the women who start businesses or political or charity movements at midlife. Some quit repressive jobs to escape leaders they no longer respect. The Leader seizes the opportunity to leave a meaningful legacy.

The Artist. The Artist organizes her life around self-expression, usually in art. She sets aside other pursuits to give number-one priority to her drama, music, writing, sculpture, painting, filmmaking, or acting. To support herself, she may become a teacher of art or take a second job. But there is no question that making her art, and living out her life as an artist, occupy center stage. Her primary joy arises from growing in creativity, manifesting her vision, and uplifting or stimulating others with her work.

The Gardener. Like the hero in Voltaire's classic eighteenth-century novel, Candide, the Gardener has traveled the world, discovered much evil, and come to a time of discouragement and disillusionment. At midlife, she concludes that the best path to wisdom lies in tending her own garden, a metaphor for the immediate world within her control. The Gardener focuses deeply on the elements of the life she already has and moves to expand and strengthen them. She strives to make the most of home, family, friends, community, and existing pursuits. She looks within herself to find meaning and new realms of discovery. Above all, this archetype helps a woman learn to cherish and live deeply in the moment.

The Seeker. This archetype motivates a woman to begin her midlife search where other women end theirs: searching for a spiritual path. Regardless of her religious affiliation or background, the Seeker ascribes central importance to finding a set of spiritual beliefs and practices that afford her meaning and serenity. She may spend a great deal of time trying out various religious traditions and teachings before settling on a particular set of beliefs. Some women get deeply involved in an established church. Others hew to nontraditional spiritual disciplines, attending seminars or practicing meditation. Regardless of a woman's individual path, the Seeker has the potential to foster a profound and sweeping life transformation -- in attitudes, in career, in love, in hobbies, on all fronts.

Copyright © 2005 Sue Shellenbarger
Author Sue Shellenbarger is the creator and writer of the Wall Street Journal's "Work & Family" column. The former chief of the Journal's Chicago news bureau, Shellenbarger started the column in 1991 to provide the nation's first regular coverage of growing conflict between work and family and its implications for the workplace and society.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Astroboy and Me


He has had a resurgence of popularity because his animated show was redone in the 1980s and again in 2003. I was unaware of this when I found the toy figure in a video store in 2004. I recognized him immediately, his pointy hair, bare robot chest, and jet-propelled boots, spewing flames as he flew through the galaxy.

I had no idea that this icon of my childhood is considered the forerunner of the Japanese style of animation called anime. I didn’t know that he was inducted into the Robot Hall of Fame in 2004.

All I knew is that seeing this animated robot hero, that I watched religiously on glorious 1960’s black and white television, brought back a flood of memories. I launched an immediate search on the Internet to learn that Astroboy has a following worthy of a rock star. I downloaded his theme song for my computer, and pictures for my desktop. I bought a coffee mug with his image. My son, a huge fan of DragonBall Z, could see the family resemblance of his heroes to mine.

Why my fascination with Astroboy? Maybe it was the exciting glimpse into the future. Maybe it was the thrill of seeing a child-like hero so empowered. Maybe it was the fact that, underneath it all, I could sense, or imagine I sensed, sadness in his robot heart. Sadness for not being human, sadness for not having a real family, sadness for the evil he was forced to fight. Built to “replace” a boy who died, he was eventually rejected by his father. This was a sadness that I shared, growing up in the shadow of alcoholism.

Whatever the reason, Astroboy was my kindred spirit. In those days, rare were the toy-tie-ins that riddle the marketplace today. I had to be content with pretending a tiny plastic basketball player, hands outstretched over his head, was my toy Astroboy. I carried him all over, my secret companion – perhaps a psychologist today might call him a literal symbol of my inner child. And my biggest secret was the fact that his official birthday, April 7, is the same as mine.

So, when I say the toy figure in the video store, I had to buy it. A far cry from my plastic basketball figure, this Astroboy even has light-up flamed feet. He now flies over my desk, appearing to be just another of the quirky decorative items I have.

But on April 7, as I celebrate that big 5-0 birthday, he’s coming down from his perch and going into my pocket.

Happy birthday to Astroboy, happy birthday to me.

http://www.brainyencyclopedia.com/encyclopedia/a/as/astro_boy.html

Monday, April 04, 2005

Three Days from Today

the clock is ticking...
the calendar is moving...
and the words that are my life seem to abandon me.
I am greatly afraid that this monumental day will pass me in total silence.
I'm feeling almost catatonic, as if it is just a great effort to move.
I'm either suffering some sort of traumatic distress
or the hour of sleep I missed this weekend is really taking a toll on me.

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