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Today's word on journalism

October 10, 2008

Editor's Note:

Today's offering from E.B. White, one of my heroes, is not strictly about writing or journalism, although it could be taken that way. It does, however, describe the life of both the writer and the teacher --at least, on a good day when the bag o' rocks we all carry isn't too heavy.

On these days, writers whoop when words, thoughts and intent come together right; and teachers glow like the little flickering light bulbs that sometimes appear above that kid in the fourth row. This morning I found this glowworm in my email: "You may be interested to find that your class has made me think a little bit about working for the newspaper. It sounds like a fun job! but that would require knowing what was going on in the world, not one of my strengths (but I’m sure you already noticed that. haha). . . I prefer the logical to the illogical anyway, thus I'm an engineer. Your class has really caused me to question most everything in the news. I think you are succeeding in your task of teaching us to think about ‘How we know what we think we know?'"

Hmmm. Even as NPR reports a new 200-point slide in the Dow during a single newsbreak, and nations crumble and slide into the sea, it's going to be a good day. Once I get this sent, I think I'll take the dogs up the mountain.

Good advice

"I get up every morning determined both to change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning the day difficult."

--E.B. White (1899-1985), wise man and writer, who knew when to take a walk with the dogs (Thanks to alert WORDster Louise Montgomery)

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The Shins' music brought wisdom that changed my life

By Kelly Greenwood

September 16, 2008 | There's a song adapted from Shakespeare's Twelfth Night that goes, "If music be the food of love, sing on, sing on. Sing on 'til I am filled with joy." I remember thinking about how cheesy this song was as my soprano voice sang the verses in high school choir. Who wrote this, anyway? I thought to myself.

But the more I learned about music, the more I knew those lyrics, however cheesy they were, to be true. Now as an amateur music collector, a supporter of arts, and an advocate for general feelings of mirth, I believe that anyone who truly appreciates music has experienced music that has changed their life or at the very least, rocked their world. This is the music that illustrates our back pages -- the songs that comprise our life soundtracks.

It's difficult to gauge the precise moment when I cracked - when my eyes and ears became glued open and there was nothing I could do about it. Spring semester freshman year. A burned copy of The Shins' sophomore album, Chutes Too Narrow. I discovered it in the depths of my CD collection and soon thereafter, my roommate Stephanie and I listened and sang and danced to it what seemed like a thousand times. It was pure, it was life; it was honest. My friend Andrew had given the copy to me in high school, but back then, my ears were only programmed for the likes of U2 and David Bowie, and I unintentionally turned a deaf ear to his thoughtful gift. I didn't understand.

Unfortunately, there are a lot of things high school kids don't understand. I became so proud when I finally awoke, and I wrote him a letter while he was in Ukraine as an LDS missionary. He responded with honest enthusiasm, saying things like, "The Shins will change your life, Kelly." He also said that memories of listening to their music during happier days were some of the things that kept him going in that bleak country of mud.

What was it about that music? It's not "better" than the other music I have come to adore. The thing is, it was the first of its kind in my life. The Shins were the first artists to offer insightful, deeply poignant messages of life wisdom to me. James Mercer's earnest, pining voice floating atop jangly guitars and 1960's-influenced pop orchestrations was striking and placidly haunting.

My ears only opened further when I moved back to my parent's house that summer and purchased The Shins' first CD.

Oh, Inverted World also affected me deeply, but did so in a different way. This album pierced to the core - to my innermost region that just may have been a soul amongst all of the sinew and bones. The thing was, that summer I truly felt that those inner workings had left me for dead with nothing but a vacuous hole. I felt lifeless - I was dead, as far as I was concerned. Days went by where I just stared at walls not even knowing if they were real. This sudden major depression had blindsided me with some kind of caustic veil. But no matter how achingly barren I felt inside, Oh, Inverted World was one of the few things that kept me going, that kept me trudging through the throes of that summertime with glazed eyes.

This is not an exaggeration. I would not volunteer to be revisit these less-than-delightful times in my life if I didn't need to in order to express the power this album had on my 19-year-old existence. It was raw and deep, but cheery and spontaneous - a perfect mixture that didn't cure me, but certainly did the most music could for a disenchanted college kid.

So, Andrew was right -- it turned out that The Shins did change my life. Though upon hearing me say this, some people ask if I stole that line from Natalie Portman's character in the movie Garden State, who expresses a similar sentiment about the band. I reply with distaste that I've never even seen that movie, and if I wanted to steal an attribute of Natalie Portman's, it would not be one of her movie lines. Then I proudly state that I came up with the notion all on my own. The discovery is my very own because the music literally changed my life, even if it meant said life had to be turned upside-down for just a little while.

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