Farewell, Washington News Council/ Long live News Councils!

At the annual Gridiron West Dinner in November, 2007, the Washington News Council "toasted" Jill and Bill Ruckleshaus

My dad helped create the Minnesota News Council, one of the first in the U.S. of an important "third space" for media and community members to communicate about fairness and accuracy in media. For three years, I served as president of the Washington News Council, the fourth such body in the U.S. and an important forum for media fairness.

This weekend, I said goodbye to that board--a great group of people from across the state, half with media connections and expertise, and half with rich experience in public and civic affairs.

Here are my notes on what I said to them:

The Washington News Council: What’s possible now?

My major learning (or relearning): It’s hard to create a mediating institution in a polarized world.

It’s amazing that the News Council has made it through 10 years. My hat’s off to John Hamer, without whose daily dogged pursuit of fairness and accuracy in media we wouldn’t be here.

Working with John has been exciting, exhausting, sometimes challenging. But, as one of you said when I was working on John’s evaluation last year, there aren’t many people on the planet so dedicated to media transparency and accountability, and doing something constructive and creative about it daily.

Highlights of my years with the News Council:
• the hearings: every time we have one, it demonstrates the importance of improving communication about the way media work
• the forum in Spokane on coverage of Mayor Jim West: We demonstrated how an outside agency can help a community process and heal from a difficult situation – and examine journalistic ethics at the same time.
• The 2005 Gridiron Dinner: we honored Bill Sr. and Mimi Gates with great humor, aplomb, and financial success
• The amazing analysis of 10 years of coverage by the Spokane Spokesman-Review of the River Park Square redevelopment project, which property the newspaper company owned.

My biggest disappointments:
• when neither KIRO-TV nor the Seattle Post-Intelligencer showed up for those excellent hearings, where they could have been more transparent, and perhaps convinced more News Council members that their coverage was reasonable;
• the 2006 Gridiron Dinner, where Tom Foley was honored (along with Slade Gorton) and didn’t show up (we produced a cardboard cutout), and I was in a traffic accident on my way into town from which I’m only now recovered.

One of the things we’ve been working on in Journalism That Matters, our traveling think-tanks on the future of journalism, is adding a 6th W to the canon of journalistic w’s (who what where when why): And that is, What’s possible now?

So, what’s possible now with the News Council?

➢ helping the media make sense of its evolving role in the new news ecology
➢ helping the public make sense of where to find news we can trust
➢ involving more young people so the Council stays relevant & multi-media
➢ proving utility through continued hearings, web-education, educational programs
➢ be a model of a kind of institution that helps re-invent communication, community storytelling, vetting for truth.
➢ Give people tools for talking, for constructive conversation with and about (and creating new) media

How?
> Don’t just respond to complaints, highlight great reporting in various media
> Provide educational events that present new insights & action steps for both media and audience
> Create a website that helps citizens find news & info that’s truly useful to them – and shows them how to vet it
> Find new revenue streams that will support the news council’s work


Finally, I leave you with Silha’s two rules for a better life:

KISS & DBATA

KISS: Keep it simple, stupid!
DBATA: Don’t be afraid to ask!

Beaches and beaches

Beach below Soundcliff on Vashon Island

If life’s a beach, then Gordon and I are waves lapping on it, storms kicking against it, kids surfing it, cliffs wondering at it.

We live on an island, above a beach that looks rocky like the photo above.

So we were happy to spend the holidays on another island that has beaches like this …

A gorgeous beach near the Kona-Kailua airport on the Big Island of Hawai'i

In order to get to this beautiful white-sand beach, you have to walk across lots of hardened black lava, or drive in a 4-wheel-drive or high-axeled vehicle. We were lucky, after a long walk in, that Marshall, Olivia, and Josh offered us a ride back to our car on the way out...

College students Marshall, Olivia, and Josh gave us a ride in their truck, then posed for a photo!

We were also amazed to see the sea from lava-beaches like this …

Lava and coral combine to make dramatic beaches -- and locals like to write messages in white coral on black lava...

And to walk into dramatic valleys to large-stoned beaches like this...

The astounding black rock and black sand beach at Pololu Valley on the north end of the Big Island

And to sit on precarious cliffs like this …

Okay, Gordon got the nickname "Ansel" Barnett from our friend Zeke, and I misspoke. The name of the place is Kapa'au.
Accuracy in reporting! But you get the idea -- and hey, it's my first multimedia blog entry! How many mistakes do you hear on media every day?

What's new?

The view from Soundcliff at sunrise

A new year
a new leaf
a new outlook
a new torch
a new touch
a new insight
a new longing
a new lease
a new dish
a new scent
a new hunger
a new regimen
a new prayer
a new player
a new ring
a new identity
a new game
a new juice
a new ruse
a new fight
a new conversation
a new resolve
a new dissolve
a new breath
a new love
a new song

Christmas Eve

John & Glenn's house near Captain Cook, Hawai'i

Even as we embrace the present, Gordon and I are exploring alternative futures.

Four years ago, our friends John and Glenn took a leap of faith toward warm ocean waters and part-of-the-year isolation by buying a house on the Big Island of Hawai’i. We’re grateful to be celebrating Solstice, Yule, Christmas, and the coming of the new calendar year with them here.

Gordon & Stephen by the koi pond, in the hula spirit

It’s indeed an island of contrasts. Such lushness and tropical beauty. Such stark volcanic ash. The largest number of growing zones in one place. The elements – fire, water, earth, air -- in high relief. All of them soft, and extreme.

John and Glenn have created a beautiful garden, complete with bananas, papayas, avocados, lemons, limes, spiders, toads, and exuberant fountains and ponds (that require lots of maintenance). Their house looks out over the ancient City of Refuge--the one place you could go, if you could run fast enough, when you did something wrong, and be forgiven. We could all use cities of refuge.

Near that city is some of the best snorkeling on the Island. And snorkeling, for me, is like a dream. I enter another reality. I can fly like in my childhood fantasies. And just when I think I’ve seen every color of luminous fish – green parrot fish, yellow angelfish, wild Picasso fish – there’s a black fish with opalescent stripes showing me how to swim and sway in a new way. Or a sea turtle blinking at me. Or an octopus curled up in a ball.

This is certainly a contrast to Christmases in Minnesota, where I grew up, and where, this year, they’re actually having a White Christmas. It seems a lot of folks who grew up with cold winters are loving being here -- surfing, snorkeling, sipping lilikoi margaritas.

Glenn & John enjoying sunset at Kealakekua Bay

Best wishes for balance and peace to those celebrating everywhere.

Travel is such sweet tonic!

Looking out from Roma Termini train station at a tourist bus; it only rained on the fast train to Venice!

I’ve always loved travel. Friends have dubbed me “En Route.”

After a challenging year of hard work and mood swings, I learned again how healing it is. I spent 2 wonderful October weeks in Italy with a friend — Rome, Venice, and Tuscany. Totally delightful. Beautiful weather. Good pacing.

Eduardo and Angela near the Roman Forum

A mini-skirted movie-star-style guide to the Roman Forum and a sweet, smart gay ex-Catholic guiding us through the Vatican. A hip-hop Italian version of “Peter Pan,” complete with magic wands and audience participation ("I believe in fairies!") Magical time in Venice including a jazz concert, a new-music-version of Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis,” an Indian dance performance — while staying at a new guest house with a stunning rooftop deck and brilliant views of the city.

Kids on a field trip to Piazza San Marco

Golden days in Tuscany, staying at a wonderful agriturismo with some other Americans, visiting stunning hill towns and ancient Roman baths.

Edward Guthmann loved our beautiful green Motiz as we traversed the Tuscan Hills!

There was a resonance with my very first trip to Europe in 1970, when I spent 3 months studying roots of Western Civilization... a month each in Greece and Italy, and 2 weeks each in France and England looking at all the things that had been ripped off from Greece and Italy. That was a life-changing trip. It opened the frame of my vision personally, socially, politically, creatively. I was also reading a book on alternative futures for America by Robert Theobald, who became a mentor and an important inspiration in my attitude and worldview. (He said: “Some of us have got to define ourselves and world problem-solvers.” and “You can get change, or you can get credit for change — but you can’t get both.”)

This trip could also prove life-changing, but in more subtle ways. I’m at somewhat of a crossroads with my work, and play. Gordon and I are facing a possible move in the next several years. We are also looking to spend winters in a warmer spot. He is interested in doing more teaching of the considerable things he’s learned and taught himself about wax-carving, and jewelry and bell making. I’m wanting to research and write a biography of James Broughton before his friends all die away.

So, I find new inspiration in the Romans’ ability to see the big picture (even if they had other blind spots), be patient, and balance work and play. I’m ready to dive in — and want to still support the youth arts program Power of Hope, the news council concept (though I’m going off that board next year), and the youth communication projects on Vashon. So how to do all that, and still enjoy my gorgeous husband, the wonderful spot where we live, and leave time for nature and spiritual renewal?

Hmmm, it means making more conscious choices. [This, in the middle of increasing success of the Journalism That Matters project and my desire to do more writing of articles.]

We’ll see how I do.

Peggy Guggenheim's terrace on the Grand Canal, Venice; no place like it on earth!

Living on the Edge

For 18 years now, I’ve lived on the edge of a cliff. Literally. [I live on other edges, too, but that’s another story.]

It’s been an exhilarating ride, indeed. I feel honored to be steward of such a spot. It’s also been a major headache as the cliff is on an unstable part of the island.

Until this year, there has been little movement to speak of on my property (other than the 1999 storms which caused a mile of the island to sink 8 inches, ending at the edge of my house). This past March, we lost about 15 feet of the edge of our cliff.

The good news: we discovered the slide was caused by a leak in our own drainage. The bad news: we had to build a retaining wall and new drainage to ensure there won’t be more slippage. The better news: we built a new observation/yoga/meditation deck atop the retaining wall, giving us glorious views of Puget Sound and the Cascade Mountains.

Gordon and I call our house Soundcliff: both a description and a prayer [And – thanks to those who’ve asked – we fared OK in the recent rain and windstorms.]

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Soundcliff / Sacred Space

Our home is sacred space...
and on sacred land
Soft land that won't be here in centuries
But now both sacred and somewhat scared...
Amazing water views, floating...
Witnessing that majesty of horrible fire, Tahoma
Air creatures, sea creatures, land creatures all around
Botanical exuberance delights and feeds us
Each room a shrine to daily life
Each life altered at the altar of existence
Inviting inner reflection while inspiring outer beauty
Better not to talk about it
Just be in it
And listen...

World AIDS Month (or Year?)

This commemorative program which I edited was distributed at the dedication of Bailey-Boushay House in January, 1992

In the late 80’s and early 90’s I was nearly paralyzed with grief, as friends and acquaintances were falling left and right to the plague – Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome.

One thing I could do about it: say yes when Betsy Lieberman asked me to join the board of AIDS Housing of Washington, an organization created to build the country’s first AIDS hospice designed specifically for people with AIDS. (That organization is now called Building Changes, with a mission of eradicating homelessness in Washington State.)

What resulted was Bailey-Boushay House, a 35-bed residential care facility in Seattle’s Madison Park neighborhood which also runs an Adult Day Health program that serves, among others, many homeless people with AIDS.

On Saturday, December 1 (World AIDS Day), Bailey-Boushay House (the building) was turned over to the Virginia Mason Medical Center, the pioneering health care organization which has administered the hospice for 15 years and will continue to operate (and now own) it. The handoff happened at a joyous celebration at Seattle’s Museum of History & Industry, where a new documentary on the history of Bailey-Boushay was screened. Over 150 people showed up, even though it was snowing.

The reason: we’re all passionate about Bailey-Boushay, and we remember with great emotion people who’ve died there, people who’ve created art and music there, people who continue to thrive there. And we remember our struggles: how difficult it was to raise money, to change laws, to overcome neighborhood opposition to the hospice when it was in development between 1988 and 1991.

In the film, I recount one action by some Radical Faeries: when locals complained that an AIDS hospice might result in “overt homosexual behavior” in the neighborhood, we held a “terrorist shopping spree” where we dressed up in outrageous clothes and – as an example of “overt homosexual behavior” -- went shopping!

We think we diffused some of the negative opinions with humor.

I’m very proud of Bailey-Boushay (the first building I know of in the U.S. named after a gay couple) – and am delighted that Virginia Mason will continue the high level of care and compassion the community has come to expect there.

But I’m also concerned that the AIDS time bomb is still ticking – most obviously in Africa, but all over the world. Dr. Robert Wood of the Seattle/King County Health Department told me that infection rates are still high in the U.S. He estimates, for example, that 40% of gay men now alive will contract the virus if current rates continue.

Yikes!