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Brilliant Bookish Families

Whenever I figure out that two people I adore are related, I feel pangs of jealousy for members of their family. Have you noticed all the talented families out there creating great art?

• Decemberists’ wunderkind (and Montana native!)  Colin Meloy not only has a artistic wife in Carson Ellis, with whom he is releasing a book (Wildwood) this fall—but a gifted sister as well! Recently Maile Meloy wrote a piece for the New York Times called “Reading and Its Rewards,” which linked books with bikes. A winning combination!

• If you’re not familiar with Mark Bittman, he is a New York Times columnist and brilliant food writer. Follow his blog and you will be drooling on yourself regularly—and the best part is, his recipes are usually fairly simple and able to be prepared by those of us who haven’t attended Le Cordon Bleu! His daughter Kate works for The New Yorker, and in June they produced a video together for the magazine about cooking on Father’s Day.

• Perhaps less modest than the other two families, but certainly more amusing, are the Talent FamilyAmy and David Sedaris. Individually they create very different books, David having earned his notoriety by personal essay and Amy coming to books via comedy, first withWigfield and then her breakout title I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence. To date they’ve only worked together as the Talent Family once, to write the script for The Book of Liz. Independent projects aside, they often appear in one another’s work: Amy has cameoed in David’s stories and provided voice talent for his audiobook recordings; and David has contributed recipes to Amy, including instructions for the notorious “Fuck-It Bucket.” Even David’s partner Hugh Hamrick contributed endpaper design for Amy’s first book, and usually takes David’s portrait for the back cover of his books.

• The previous families are still alive and working, but the Brontë sisters were another noteworthy bookish family. Writing originally under male pen names, their novels are still considered noteworthy classics of English literature, with compelling stories that continue to enthrall readers more than a century later.

Do you know of any other families where genius runs rampant?

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Jag: Montana Governor Brian Schweitzer’s Secret Weapon

Oregon’s governor John Kitzhaber is a great guy. He unites an Oregon traditionally divided between metro (liberal) and rural (conservative) areas. He has been a cowboy-hat wearing rural doctor, yet he’s a Birkenstock-wearing liberal who has created initiatives for forest health.

While visiting Helena this weekend though, my desire to be a Montana resident skyrocketed due to Montana governor Brian Schweitzer.

What’s Schweitzer’s secret weapon that threatens to steal me away from Oregon, you ask? A spunky little border collie named Jag.

On press releases Jag is described as the Governor’s “constant companion and special assistant.” I asked Schweitzer’s office if that means he’s an assistance dog—I was told no. According to the Helena residents I met, Jag goes with Governor Schweitzer almost everywhere. He helps the governor sign bills. Jag has an email address (jag@mt.gov), which means he must also have some administrative assistance translating and typing responses (no thumbs!).

Jag is even the subject of a children’s book: First Dog: Unleashed in the Montana Capitol. In the great tradition of dog biographies such as Millie’s Book, Seaman’s Journal, and even Virginia Woolf’s Flush: A Biography (about Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s dog), the book is great fun and features strikingly real art, down to Jag’s two-colored eyes!

Over at the Montana Historical Society, just a few blocks from the Governor’s mansion, word is that Jag can sometimes be a little protective of the governor—true to his border collie nature. When the Governor came to an event at MHS, Jag couldn’t go into the exhibit area and was not terribly happy about it.

Schweitzer’s office has a postcard sporting a photo of him with Jag, for mega-fans like me. Call during normal business hours—they’ll send you one! They even rubber-stamped Jag’s pawprint on the back of mine. If I had time to return to Helena in the next few weeks before returning home to Portland, I think my goal would be to meet Jag.

Border collies aren’t my favorite breed, but they’re a short step away from my beloved Australian shepherds. The two breeds share many physical and behavioral characteristics, from sporting two-color eyes and a huge smile to the “velcro dog” phenomenon. (That’s what Aussie owners call it when our dog won’t leave our side.) Jag seems like he is a great little dog.

Kitz, unless you’re planning to get an Australian shepherd, Schweitzer wins this round—paws down.

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Midwestern Bible: Preachin’ the Chicago Manual of Style

Senseless bickering is one of my least favorite things to be around. And in the MPub program, if there was one way to guarantee a testy exchange, it was to insert an Oxford comma into a group project document. Even if you were the designated copy editor, other group members would alter the source document to reflect your changes, and varying personal styles within the group would soon come to a head. A heated five minute discussion could be born out of whether the word is free mason, free-mason, or freemason. (Bonus point if you noticed the Oxford comma in that list!)

It’s not like that in the real world though, right? RIGHT?

Sadly, I’ve encountered institutions saying that they generally adhere to a widely-accepted style (usually Chicago Manual of Style or AP Stylebook), when practice may indicate otherwise. Unless they have a written style sheet of their own, or at minimum can explain what their rules are to you, it becomes very difficult to edit copy for consistent style. Then there are the places where different departments use different standards and don’t talk to each other about it…!

Perhaps the bickering wasn’t so bad. At least that meant that people were informed and truly cared.

As you may be able to tell by the photo, my preferred house style is Chicago. Since 2003 I’ve spent a good deal of time working with the book and familiarizing myself with the details of their approach. One example: researching various approaches to how minority groups are named (African Americans? African-Americans? Afro-Americans? Blacks?) for the curator of a high-profile, potentially controversial museum. Chicago’s goal is academic clarity—a goal I can get behind—whereas AP style was born of a desire to save space and use less newsprint.

After spilling blood, sweat, and tears familiarizing myself, I’ve become pretty passionate about the Chicago Manual of Style. Thus, my pet name: “Midwestern Bible.”

So what do you think happened when I recently saw an early edition of Chicago, titled A Manual of Style with Specimens of Type, at a Missoula thrift store?

I gasped. I snatched. I read the tag. A green tag—that means it’s 50% off today! Meaning this baby’s only…$1.50!

Now, I already have far too many books. On this day, I justified the purchase by telling myself I knew plenty of other people who would be wild about getting this as a gift if I decided to part ways with it. And yet here I am, taking photos of this early edition of Chicago to make it look like it has a halo. Here’s a photo of the stylized bookplate in the front. And here’s one of the many pages of type specimens. And the original purchase information. And a page of University of Chicago Press seals! It’s a gorgeous book—being the grandfather of my well-loved reference book makes it even sweeter.

Something tells me I won’t be getting rid of this one for a while.

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My Experience in MPub: A Haphazard FAQ for Prospies

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been contacted by a few prospective students of the Simon Fraser University MPub program, asking me questions about the program and my experience in it. Last night I was typing another novel-length email and an idea struck: what if I consolidated this information, and built upon it so I wouldn’t be writing the same thing to five different people? Students could read what I (and hopefully my classmates) have to say, then contribute their own questions for me/us to answer.

If there is a subject you’d like to know more about, I hope you will use the comment function to ask more, which I (and hopefully others) will respond to, so future students can benefit from our collective knowledge being gathered in one place. I also hope that my fellow MPub students will feel free to chime in and relate their own experiences as well. MPub professors may not want to read further, as you may stumble across the awful truth as your students see it.

If you’ve been referred here, please know that many of us MPub students really love getting your inquiries and truly want to connect with you and help, it’s just difficult to write detailed emails with all our thoughts when we’re supposed to be working at our internships. 🙂

Here we go!

Q: Tell me about your MPub experience.

MPub is very specifically about the Canadian publishing industry. As a US student who came in not expecting to stay in Canada, this was an aspect I disliked, although I still learned a lot and gained a far more international perspective. I had the choice to attend another publishing program in the United States, but it was at a school that isn’t known for its academic rigor, and there were personal development reasons for me to leave my hometown rather than stay in its safety net. I’ve also heard from a publishing professional since I came back that the other program is seen as more highly literary (and technically, their degree is an MA in English), whereas our program is much more business-oriented. That’s definitely something I prefer.

The program is intense. Your time management skills will be developed far beyond what you ever dreamed possible. There will be an amount of work that is impossible to do in the time you have to do it, and yet somehow, you will get it done. And you will learn that just getting it done is often good enough, because you just don’t have enough time to let your inner perfectionist dictate your work.

The first semester is intense because everybody is freaked out and adjusting to being in the program, and also because the book project is very demanding (more on that below). The second semester is intense because you are constantly preparing seminar presentations, working on obtaining your internship, writing papers, trying to do impossible amounts of reading, etc.

The silver lining: because the program is so intense, you’ll also make some lifelong friends!

On a personal level, I was seriously entertaining quitting the program the first couple of weeks. Some painful stuff happened right before I left home, I wasn’t really prepared to move to a different country, and I took very much to heart the tough talk the head of the department offered at our orientation. There wasn’t a single day the first semester that I wasn’t sobbing at some point, mostly in the comfort of my apartment, but sometimes secretly wiping away tears in the middle of class. Don’t let that scare you though—most of it wasn’t caused by school, and being in such a dark place kick-started close friendships with some of my classmates. The point is, if I did it through all of that, I know that you can do it too.

Q: Any advice for international students?

Going in, I kind of scoffed at the idea of being an “international student” because my lifelong home was just a few hours away. However, it turns out that Canada is like a whole other country! The invisible line is very, very real. At the beginning, professors and students alike were making Canadian references that made me dizzy, zinging past my head too fast to figure out or write down to ask questions about later. It wasn’t until February when I bussed past Duthie Avenue in Burnaby that I realized the lamented closed bookstore that had been discussed all fall semester was Duthie Books, not Duffy Books! Professors made assumptions that we all knew how various things worked in Canada during lectures, which made learning rather confusing [please note: several classmates insist that those lectures were confusing to everyone, not just me]. Fortunately by the second semester I started making good friends, and had specific go-to people I could use to ask, say, how the Canadian parliamentary system worked. Actually for that last one, I wrote a final paper for a class about a failed piece of legislation—it wasn’t until I was almost done that I realized that the bill was dead, and felt pretty silly about even choosing that paper topic to begin with.

If you are an international student, you will likely make close friendships with the other international students in MPub, even if it seems your backgrounds are too dissimilar. Puzzling over something together is very bonding. Hopefully you’ll eventually find a go-to person among the Canadian MPub students who doesn’t mind you asking all sorts of stupid questions so you can figure out their country.

Definitely keep connected with the International Student Office during your time at SFU! Before I moved they helped me with my visa paperwork and answered my questions regarding moving all my stuff through the border; they had by far the best orientation the week before classes started; I got an international student mentor and asked her a bunch of questions about Vancouver when I first got here; and finally, I took advantage of some of the International Student Office outings that allowed me to meet great people from other countries, people from outside my department, have a ton of fun, go to places I otherwise wouldn’t have been able to. One of the most fun things I did in Vancouver was going on a snowshoeing trip organized by the International Student Office in March. If you’re an international student, even just from the US, there is nothing I would highly recommend more than hooking up with the International Student Office.

Q: I haven’t been in school in X years and I’m nervous about going back. 

Yeah, I was too! Most of the students in our class had at least a few years away from school, many with ten or more. The fact is that if you got into the program, the faculty know that you can complete it. At least with our cohort, only about 30% of the people who applied were accepted. You will be among a group of overachievers, and believe it or not, that’s exactly where you belong. It’s not easy, for sure, but you can do it!

Q: What is the average age of MPub students? The brochure says it’s a mid-career program.

In our class (yours may vary!), I believe the bell curve peaked around 27 years old. I was 32 when MPub started, and was the third eldest student in the program. There were also three students, I believe, who had just graduated from their undergrad programs, which was interesting. Several of us expected a little more of a mid-career feel to the program, an over-30 cohort, more discussions based in previous professional experience, that sort of thing—but alas. We all still learned a lot, though.

Q: What should I be studying to prepare for the program? Accounting? InDesign?

Personally, I’d probably put the priority on learning InDesign, because you’ll use it a lot throughout the year. Don’t get too worried: just get familiar with the program. I did so by taking a self-paced community college course the summer before. As for accounting, I probably shouldn’t put this up on the internets, but I still have not completed my accounting book, despite the requirement that we turn them in the first week. However, I had enough super-basic accounting experience from my past ten years of working at non-profits that I was able to get by just fine.

The other thing is that I was given the wrong list of prerequisites, so I initially bought the wrong set of books to study over the summer. It wasn’t until I communicated with another student that the fact came to light. And you will see that these sorts of miscommunications and assumptions by the program that you know something come pretty frequently. The mind will boggle.

Q: What about the book project?

The book project is very intense. Essentially you’re creating a new publishing company from scratch. As you develop your plans, you present before one or two panels of experts each week(!) who give you feedback. Sometimes the panelists give you conflicting advice and you have to decide within your group how to handle it. They call the book project presentation a “rite of passage.” There is a program-sponsored party afterward (with a lot of alcohol!) which often leads to hilarious photos being posted on Facebook the next day.

(The photo at the top of this post is from one of the final meetings of HivePress, the book project group I was in.)

Q: What about the magazine project?

Well, I learned some things I didn’t know before about magazines, and also a new way of thinking about magazines and brands. Nobody who has contacted me seems very nervous about the magazine project, so perhaps if someone has specific concerns I’ll revise this in the future.

Q: What about the tech project? It looks scary.

Keep in mind that you’re not starting the tech project until halfway through the second semester, meaning you’ll have had a solid six weeks of the tech class. This means that you’ll already be familiar with many of the concepts and technologies tackled in the tech project. Also, at least in my experience it’s really more of a project management project. Documentation is key, and John is generally good about communicating with the groups and guiding them along the way. Also, remember: this is a group project, and people often have complementary strengths and weaknesses. You’ll get through it.

Q: Did the program help you obtain your internship?

No. Because I planned to go back to the US for my internship, the program didn’t help me formally whatsoever. (I did have several helpful conversations with my mentor professor, though.) In fact, the head of the department said they wouldn’t help Canadian students get a visa to the US either, so I am the only person interning here.

However, if you are planning to intern somewhere in Canada, I believe the program will help make connections on your behalf if they can. There are a few cases where they need to play gatekeeper. For example, if eight students want to intern at UBC Press, which only has two internships, the program often recommends those they think would be most appropriate. Other than that, students are largely on their own. It’s tough to work on getting your internship while also taking on a full classload in the spring, but they do their best to communicate that you should be thinking about the issue early in the year for best results. Keep in mind that 90% of Canadian publishing happens in Toronto, and because the MPub program is in Vancouver, the publishing companies in Vancouver are up to their ears in MPub graduates.

Q: What was the project report process like?

Here’s a blog post, now that I’m done (April 2012), about my MPub project report.

Q: Did the program help you prepare for a career in publishing?

I’m not sure I’m fully qualified to answer this, for a couple of reasons. First, I’ve been in publishing since I was an undergraduate student at Lewis and Clark College, when I helped two professors on the books they were working on. Also, I’m not out of the program yet, so I can’t really say that MPub has made people line up at my door with job offers. What I can say is that I feel more well-rounded coming out than I did going in, which was one of my goals. And when I arrived in Missoula for my internship, a local book publisher was interested in talking to me in hopes of helping them kick-start ebook production.

Q: Where did you live? Did you have an apartment? Is Vancouver expensive?

Good lord, yes. At the International Student Orientation I believe they said that despite Vancouver being the third most populous city in Canada, it had the highest cost of living. I was lucky enough to find a basement suite a mere mile from Harbour Centre, on the best little block in Strathcona, on a major bikeway (I am a cycling fanatic), a block away from a huge park where my awesome dog and I could walk or play daily. However, I paid for it. I paid $1200 a month to live in a basement. And the landlords easily could have gotten more. At first I intended to entertain getting a roommate, but the bedrooms were so small it ended up being necessary to use the second bedroom for storage.

Groceries are pretty expensive in Vancouver, especially dairy products. A block of plain cheddar cheese that I could get for as low as $2.50 at home cost at least $5.79. Cream cheese could be purchased at home for $3, but at my preferred grocer it was usually $4.75 for the same size. When I came back from winter break, I “smuggled” in three huge blocks of Tillamook cheddar, an award-winning and far superior tasting cheese from home which were a steal at $6 each!

Because I was only living off my Canadian bank account which only had my student loan money in it, I had to be especially tight with money.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Again: if you want something clarified, or if there’s something I haven’t included here, add a comment! Let’s have a conversation that can benefit all.

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Everything is a Choice

A Poison Tree
William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

A few weeks ago I was having a discussion with someone, and they mentioned they had taken an introductory course, several years prior, in forestry. One of their main take-aways was that there is really no such thing as letting a forest be “natural.” If you, as a forester, decide to clear out brush to reduce forest fires, that is a choice. Similarly, if you do nothing, that too is a choice. Decision through inaction is still a decision. Both approaches have consequences. Which is why forest management is tricky: it requires balancing the wishes of many stakeholders and trying to be a little psychic, in hopes of doing the best thing for the health of the forest.

Every so often I see rumblings on the internet from people who seem to consider themselves modern zen masters that encourage people to do nothing. Or that sometimes the way forward is actually the way back. Or sometimes the best response is no response at all. And so on. And I agree: sometimes those things are true.

And sometimes, I think some people use the convenience of those koans to justify not pushing past their personal limitations, and thus end up making their decision through inaction. An example: pet owners that fail to get medical care for their dog’s open wound. The show Animal Cops is filled with this sort of thing. When confronted, the owners always have an excuse—but their choice has born consequences. Owners may face animal confiscation or criminal charges, but the most important consequence is seen in the poor animal who suffers horribly because of their owner’s inaction.

Another example, relating to my favorite William Blake poem (from Songs of Innocence and of Experience), is with interpersonal conflict. If you’ve slighted someone, ignoring the whole situation can make the situation worse, with anger festering until it bears “an apple bright.” Recently I stepped on the figurative toes of a couple coworkers—and whereas in the past I would probably think the worst of myself and just avoid talking to them at all, then they’d probably interpret that as dislike for them and a downward spiral would be born, instead I brought one of them a small present, and found some common ground in a conversation with the other.

Lesson? Don’t let interpersonal conflict fester because it’s easier to do nothing, especially with people who are important to you. Even the act of avoiding an important someone sends them the message that they’re not important at all. And that is awesome fertilizer for growing angry apples.

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A Visit to Mountain Press

Everyone probably assumes that Missoula, Montana, is not a major center of the publishing trade. And mostly, everybody is right. But despite Missoula only being the second largest city in Montana, a state that doesn’t even have a million people living in it, the town’s not too bad off. In addition to Adventure Cyclist magazine (circulation 40,000), the magazine of the Adventure Cycling Association, there’s the publishing arm of the “conservation” group Boone and Crockett Club*, as well as book publishers Mountain Press.

Last Friday I got to meet up with Mountain Press. They specialize in natural history titles, from their Roadside Geology series to a couple of children’s books I find amusing, called Nature’s Yucky! (“Did you know that…turkey vultures poop on their own feet?”) Their content overlaps a lot with the subjects I was working with when doing museum projects for institutions like the National Park Service and Oregon State Parks.

Mountain Press is one of many small publishers finding they need to get into the ebook game. And they thought that I, a fresh young MPub in Missoula, might be the catalyst to get that project moving. (Meanwhile, I was afraid they were thinking I was the great white hope, and was much relieved to find that wasn’t necessarily the case.) Interspersed between a friendly lunch at The Good Food Store and a tour of the building, we talked about what I might be able to do for them when I’m not running to get Greg Siple another muffin because I accidentally stole his.

I started by offering up a “better practices” guide for ebook production written by five of my lovely classmates last semester, under the group name the ePublicans. It’s available online in wiki form, a downloadable ebook, or my personal favorite, the PDF.

Where will this lead? I’m not sure exactly. In the meantime though, they were gracious enough to give me some of their black and white back stock: Roadside Geology of Montana, and Roadside History of Oregon and Montana. And it was nice to be around people who not only highly respected the MPub program, but had a personal relationship with a couple of my professors. And if that wasn’t enough, I was introduced to my favorite cat in Montana—the extremely affectionate Jack Black the Cat.

*=”We want to save them…so we can kill them!”

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Anaconda and Butte, Montana: Putting the FUN Back in Superfund

Did you know that the EPA has a Superfund Coloring Book? It’s true! If you have a Java-enabled web browser you can color a polluted town, the EPA cleanup worker that saves the day, the waste removal truck, or the newly clean town. If your browser is not Java-enabled, you’ll just have to print them out to color, the old fashioned way.

This was one of the more unusual books I discovered when looking up titles that would be relevant to last Saturday’s adventure.

Depending on how you look at it, I either visited three Superfund sites that day, or one enormous one—in fact, the largest in the US. Because they’re all connected by Anaconda Copper Company, a company that only exists today as yet another environmental liability for BP. But in the days of yore, Anaconda Copper was a booming operation responsible for the economic livelihood of several Montana towns along the Clark Fork River, including Butte and Anaconda.

Related to all this mining activity, some important moments in labor union history took place. The Granite Mountain Fire, which killed 168 miners in Butte, sparked an important strike, and the Anaconda Road Massacre happened a few years later. If you’re interested in finding out more about the labor movement in the area, watch Butte, America, a documentary that aired on PBS in 2009. Another documentary, An Injury to One, explores the death of Butte IWW organizer Frank Little. Interesting book selections include Anaconda: Labor, Community, and Culture in Montana’s Smelter City and Anaconda, Montana: Copper Smelting Boomtown on the Western Frontier.

But we’re here to talk about large-scale environmental disaster as it relates to that history. And lucky us! The Anaconda Copper Company gave us enough to last us a very long time.

Site #1: The Anaconda Stack (Anaconda, Montana)

Anaconda is about six miles away from I-90, but the 585-foot stack, completed in 1918, acts as a beacon to visitors. The town was founded by Marcus Daly when he started Anaconda Copper—which for a short time was the fourth largest company in the world. The stack has not been operational since 1980, but not every little town can boast having the tallest freestanding piece of masonry in the world, so the stack remains.

Since the last time I visited, I had read about both the creation of Anaconda Stack State Park, as well as the opening of Jack Nicholas’ golf course “The Old Works,” on the site of—well, the old works—just on the other side of town. Much to my chagrin, “Anaconda Stack State Park” mostly consists of a viewing platform at the north end of town with some interpretive signage. Adding insult to injury, it’s not even an adequate viewing site: power lines and passing trains obscure a visitor’s view of the stack, and you can’t see the enormous slag piles (at left in the above photo) or the tailings ponds (a former wetlands area) from the platform. Lucky for me, my own gumshoeing got me some better views, and Brad Tyer’s account of his behind-the-scenes tour filled in the holes.

It’s as if the state of Montana doesn’t want people to see the catastrophic damage that mining can do…!

Site #2: The Berkeley Pit/Silver Bow Creek (Butte, Montana)

How many Superfund sites do people pay $2 each to see? Only one that I know of—the Berkeley Pit in Butte, Montana.

Shaft mining is pretty dangerous, so this pit mine was opened in 1955 to reduce the number of miner deaths Anaconda Copper had been experiencing in the previous decades. When the pit mine stopped operating in the early 80s, water started accumulating at the bottom. It is now a one mile long by a half-mile wide poisonous lake! The waters contain high levels of zinc, copper, cadmium, and more, giving the lake a sheen that can only be described by the Crayola color “Burnt Sienna.”

Then sometime in the mid-90s migrating snow geese were passing through Butte. Shortly after they showed up, 342 of their carcasses were recovered from around the site. They drank the water. When I visited in 1996, speakers were placed around the pit to play strange sounds at 45 second intervals to scare away any curious birds. This past time, the noises were gone—meaning the noise method was likely not working. (Be sure to visit PitWatch online!)

The Clark Fork River starts in Butte as Silver Bow Creek, and the Creek is also part of the Berkeley Pit Superfund Complex. “Why should I care?” you ask, “I’m all the way over here in Portland!” The Clark Fork River winds through much of western Montana, provides drinking water for Missoula, and is eventually emptied into the Lake Pend Oreille. The lake then flows into the Pend Oreille River, which in turn empties into the mighty Columbia River. In other words, this area of Montana is ecologically connected to Portland, where this blog post finds many of you.

Not concerned yet?

Site #3: Milltown Reservoir/Clark Fork River (Bonner, Montana)

A curious thing exists on the banks of the Clark Fork River just upstream from Missoula. A large area of the banks have been completely cleared of trees and brush. When my dad and I noticed it during our ill-fated trip to Garnet a few weeks ago, we assumed a resort or fancy subdivision was being planned.

Upon further research, I discovered that the Milltown Dam site on the Clark Fork River is yet another Superfund site related to Butte and Anaconda, and it sits just a few miles upriver from Missoula. In 1908 a huge flood carried millions of tons of mine waste down the river until it found a resting place behind the Milltown Dam. Little did anybody know this was an issue until the early 90s when groundwater in Milltown (a—um, mill town) was found to have arsenic in it! Today, Milltown is all but a ghost town, with many abandoned worker houses boarded up along the side of Highway 200. Creepier yet are the enormous buildings and storage yards of the old mill that lie empty.

No wonder I find Missoula’s tap water rather unpalatable, eh?

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Bossypants, or, I’m Totally Takei for Tina Fey

Tina Fey is one of my many female heroes. Back in the day, I thoroughly enjoyed her on Saturday Night Live’s Weekend Update. When I eventually learned she was also the head writer of the show, I was full-on smitten. An intelligent, dry-witty woman comedy writer who was finding real success in a male-dominated media landscape—what’s not to like about that?

Later, of course, came Sarah Palin. And 30 Rock, which I discovered less than a year ago. Now, everybody loves Tina Fey. But unlike all the other bandwagons I’ve jumped from when they got too crowded, I’m still totally Takei for Tina Fey.

Recently, Fey’s memoir Bossypants was released. I’ve not had a chance to read it yet—have you, dear reader? Tell me what you thought! Now that I have a Missoula Public Library card, do I need to rush out in a holding frenzy to get it? What I do know of the book is from a review I read by another great female comic I adore, Janeane Garofolo.

Strange thing I noticed though: as with this online article, there’s a phenomenon that happens when a famous person discusses pretty basic  concepts in a memoir. That is to say, pretty much all theater students are taught the rules of improv (discussed in the above article). But when Tina Fey writes about it, suddenly it’s important gospel that can be applied to life in oh-so-many oblique ways. (Incidentally, regarding that article, one important difference between theater and the business world is that most coworkers don’t have trust built between them as actors need to, making it nigh impossible to always say Yes.)

Truth be told, I probably won’t get around to reading Bossypants this summer. When I’m not at my internship, I’ll likely be hiking or biking, or exploring other parts of Montana. So if you’ve read the book, I want to hear from you! Leave a comment and tell me about what I’m missing, what’s great about it, what made you think about Tina Fey differently…

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A Visit to Cicely, Alaska

Northern Exposure, an adventurous, charming, intelligent, amazing television series fully captured my heart, brain, and soul way back in 1994. Three books I’ve never considered getting rid of are the NX trifecta that was released while the show was on the air:

  
Not only did I buy The Northern Exposure Cookbook, a wasteland for vegetarians like myself, but I’ve kept it for several years now. The Northern Exposure Book has a handy episode guide, and the Chris-in-the-Morning book continues to inspire whenever I read a quote from KBHR’s philosophical, gentle, and smoking hot DJ.

My love for NX has persisted through hardship. When I first started watching the show, it came on at 10pm when my parents were going to bed. So I wouldn’t disturb them, my dad would turn the volume down so low on the television that even I had a hard time hearing the dialogue from six feet away. But still I watched. Then in August 1996, when my dad and I were heading home from Yellowstone, I convinced him to find the illustrious Roslyn, Washington, where the series was filmed. However, as we drove around town it didn’t occur to him that I might want to get out and stay a while. It was really hard for me to ask favors of him back then, so I never got any quality time with the town of my dreams.

After fifteen long years, I recently rectified that situation on my way to Missoula, Montana. Part of my decision to make the drive in two days was that I could do side trips…and it wasn’t long before I was dead-set on visiting Roslyn again. It would be a chance to finally bury one of my big regrets.

When I arrived, I brought Atticus out for a bathroom break, and we passed by Cafe Cicely. The two women inside came out to meet Atticus and give him treats. One of them runs the local animal rescue, and graciously gave us a bowl of water which we could continue to use on our journey. After I enjoyed an inexpensive mango sorbet ice cream, Atticus went back in the car and I headed over to Cicely’s Gift Shop, inside Dr. Joel Fleischman’s office.

Like the women across the street, the man tending Cicely’s Gift Shop was extremely friendly and had lots of time to chat. As the entire gift shop is a shrine to NX (“Dr. Joel Fleischman” is still painted in the window, and the structure has not changed since Universal filmed the show), he told me tales of how far people had come to see Roslyn (Israel was the furthest as of five days ago). He had moved to town from the east coast after becoming a fan of the show.

After seizing the opportunity to support the local economy with the purchase of a KBHR pint glass, NX long-sleeved T-shirt, and a legitimate copy of the “More Music from Northern Exposure” CD, I walked around town and shot some photos of buildings used in the show, and some that weren’t. The man at Cicely’s Gift Shop said that town opinion was divided about which town history to embrace: Roslyn’s past as a mining town, or its rebirth as the set of NX. There are scads of mining towns in this region, but it seems the people embracing the NX connection have it figured out, and are keeping their businesses afloat because of it.

See more photos from my visit here.

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Why and How I Gave Up My Books

This morning my technology class was discussing libraries and the hot topic (in publishing, anyway) of ebook lending, specifically in relation to the HarperCollins fiasco. Our professor asked the class if anyone used libraries a lot. When I raised my hand, I was put on the spot, and got to tell the story of how I made it a goal to get rid of most of my books, and strengthened my already staunch support of libraries in the process.

When I was in high school and college, I equated the size of one’s personal library to the amount of knowledge they had. Teachers and professors were extremely knowledgeable and wise, and their offices were often lined with books. Jocks at my high school on the other hand, often didn’t bring a backpack to school, their lives were so free of books—and my conversations with some of them suggested a distinct lack of knowledge. At some point while navigating high school, I decided to keep all books I had ever bought in case I ever needed to refer to them again. (“The medicinal use of nettle tea? A Midwife’s Tale talks about that! Let me grab it and look it up!”) The only book I valued so little to part ways with it before about 2007 was Alexis de Toqueville’s Democracy in America. Books had an almost mystical value, and getting rid of them was like throwing away knowledge.

After many years of acquisition, in about 2007 I had a dismal epiphany: I would never be able to move anywhere–I had too many books! Graduate school? Forget about it! Getting out of The Ghettohaus [the name of my grand estate], with its abysmally poor insulation, collapsing roof, sinking back end, lack of a foundation, mouse problems, etc.? It would be impossible to move, simply because of the sheer amount of books I owned! A friend suggested I toy with the idea of trying to sell some books to Powell’s (above), and soon I set along a new path.

Meanwhile, a love of libraries was being cultivated in my heart. As I worked as a researcher for several years, I was accessing library materials constantly. My usage ranged from checking out library books to find the exact translation of a quote, browsing titles to search for reference photos, to accessing online databases like the Oxford English Dictionary from off-site. Eventually I started checking out CDs to expand my musical horizons, and DVDs to get up to speed on the world’s cinematic classics. Later yet, when I was interested in a book but did not know if I wanted to buy it, I would put it on hold at the library in order to preview before purchasing, to ensure my limited dollars would be spent most effectively.

As I wanted at least the option of moving at some point, I decided to stop acquiring more books by instead checking them out of the library. Once I had my next step defined in my head (graduate school in Vancouver BC), serious efforts were made to sell boxes of books to Powell’s (with remainders being donated to Ledding Library for their annual book sale). Soon I discovered and started pondering minimalism literature, and expanded the downsizing to the rest of my belongings as well.

It was really tough giving up books in the beginning, as physical books are more valuable than just the information contained therein. They’re beautiful to look at and touch. Perhaps your copy is signed by the author or was given to you by a dead relative. The frayed edges of a paperback may jog special memories. Becoming Minimalist covered the sentimental issues of giving up books last August, and Rowdy Kittens covered purging of sentimental items (not just books) recently as well.

I did it in baby steps. Slowly.  It seems the more I’ve purged, the easier it has gotten. But I haven’t given up all my books yet. To date, I have sold or donated about 75% of what I once had, and hope to continue the trend when I return to Portland. The less stuff I have, the less there is to pack if I need to move, the less there is to clean, the less there is to worry about. One of my favorite things about getting books out of the library is that they’re often more beautiful than the copy I would have purchased for myself—I don’t have to store the thing and ruin it with dust, yet I can access it almost anytime I want!

As for the ebook lending fiasco, HarperCollins has nothing to fear from me. I don’t buy ebooks, I don’t borrow ebooks–the only time I have acquired an ebook at all was when it was the only available option, and free. But I do give both money and used books (to be sold for revenue) to my local library, and will continue to do so for years to come. Power to the libraries!

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