Post by The Late Mitchell Warren on May 16, 2009 1:13:36 GMT -5
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Just for the record, here's a little bit of info about our staff. Thanks for visiting!
Publisher: The Late Mitchell Warren
The Late Mitchell Warren is a freelance writer and novelist living in Texas. He is the current publisher of Subversify Magazine and hopes this magazine will disillusion readers all over the world so that they become more negative, learn to distrust authority, hopefully lose hope, religiously question faith and generally help bring a nihilistic air to humanity.
Editor-in-Chief: Karla Fetrow
“Some great perversity of nature decided to give me a tune completely out of keeping with the general symphony; possibly from the moment of conception. I learned to read and speak almost simultaneously. The blurred and muffled world I heard through my first five years of random nerve loss deafness suddenly came alive with the clarity of how those words sounded on paper. I had been liberated for communications. I decided there was nothing more wonderful than writing. It was easier to write than carefully modulate my speech for correct pronunciation, and it was easier to read than patiently follow the movements of people’s lips to learn what they were saying. It was during that dawning time period, while I slowly made the connection that there weren’t that many other people who heard the way I did, halfway between sound and music, half in deafness, that I began to understand that the tune I was following wasn’t quite the same as that of my classmates. I was just a little different.
General education taught me not only was I just a little isolated from my classmates, my home was just a little isolated from the outside world. I was born in Alaska, making me part of one of the smallest, quietest minorities on earth. I decided I could live with this. What I couldn’t live with was discovering a few years later, in the opening up of the pipeline, which coincided with my first year of junior college, that there were entire communities of people; more than I could possibly imagine; living impossibly one on top of another in vast cities. It wasn’t even the magnitude of this vision that inspired me so much as the visitors who came from these populous regions and seemed to possess a knowledge so great and secretive I could never learn it in any book. I became at once, very conscious of how rural I was and how little I knew beyond the scope of my environment. I decided it was time to travel.
The rest is history; or at least, the content of my stories. I traveled… often to college campuses, dropping in and out of school until one fine day by chance I’d fashioned a bachelor of arts degree in psychology. I’ve worked a couple of newspapers, had a few poems and stories tossed around in various small presses, never receiving a great deal of money, which I’m assured is the norm for a writer. I spent ten years in Mexico, watching the peso crash. There is some obscure reason why I did this, tightening up my belt and facing hunger, but I believe at the time I said it was for love.
Here I am, back home, in my beloved Alaska. I’ve learned somewhat of a worldly viewpoint; at least I like to flatter myself that way. I’ve also learned my rural roots aren’t so bad after all. I work in a small, country store. Every day I greet the same group of local customers, but make no mistake. My store isn’t a scene out of Andy Griffith. The people who enter the establishment, which also includes showers, laundry and movie rentals, are miners, oil workers, truck drivers, construction engineers, dog sled racers and carpenters. Sometimes, on the liquor side, the conversations became adult only in vocabulary. It’s a good thing, on the opposite side of the store is a candy aisle filled with the most astonishing collection, it will keep a kid occupied with just wishing for hours. If you tell your kids they can have just one, you have an instant baby sitter; better than television; as they agonize over their choice while you catch up on the gossip with your neighbor.
We also receive a lot of tourists, a lot of foreign visitors. They are usually amazed at this first sign of Alaskan rural life style beyond the insulating hub of the Anchorage bowl. Many of them like to hang around and chat. They gawk at our thieves wanted posters. They laugh at our jokes and camaraderie with our customers. I’ve learned another lesson while working there. You don’t have to go out and find the world. If you wait long enough, it comes to you.”
Executive Producer: Grainne Rhuad
Grainne Rhuad gained a love of learning at a young age at her grandfather’s knee. It was he who taught her that all that could be known was out there for the taking. She has made it her life’s work ever since to know as much as possible. Her incurable inquisitiveness and her sometimes irritating ability to remember diverse and seemingly meaningless facts has served her well in her quest to bring learning and entertainment to people through her writing.
Grainne currently resides in Northern California, although her restless gypsy background takes her on many excursions. It was here that she settled long enough to complete her B.A. In Psychology and spend 8 years working in the Social Work field with Children, Adolescents and Families.
Grainne is wife, mother and sister. Her madly passionate redheaded genes lend themselves to argument but should always be taken in the best of spirits. She sees argument mainly as a sport which needs constant conditioning. She also prides herself in being oxymoronic in all things. She highly suggests that every reader fact check everything for themselves as she sees herself as a storyteller, a bard, and a suggestor of themes more than a historian. Her main purpose is to cause feelings in the reader which may or may not be comfortable, but which should make them think on either a cognitive or subliminal level. She would say, “If you feel, my work is successful. If you respond…well that is the highest of complements.”
Just for the record, here's a little bit of info about our staff. Thanks for visiting!
Publisher: The Late Mitchell Warren
The Late Mitchell Warren is a freelance writer and novelist living in Texas. He is the current publisher of Subversify Magazine and hopes this magazine will disillusion readers all over the world so that they become more negative, learn to distrust authority, hopefully lose hope, religiously question faith and generally help bring a nihilistic air to humanity.
Editor-in-Chief: Karla Fetrow
“Some great perversity of nature decided to give me a tune completely out of keeping with the general symphony; possibly from the moment of conception. I learned to read and speak almost simultaneously. The blurred and muffled world I heard through my first five years of random nerve loss deafness suddenly came alive with the clarity of how those words sounded on paper. I had been liberated for communications. I decided there was nothing more wonderful than writing. It was easier to write than carefully modulate my speech for correct pronunciation, and it was easier to read than patiently follow the movements of people’s lips to learn what they were saying. It was during that dawning time period, while I slowly made the connection that there weren’t that many other people who heard the way I did, halfway between sound and music, half in deafness, that I began to understand that the tune I was following wasn’t quite the same as that of my classmates. I was just a little different.
General education taught me not only was I just a little isolated from my classmates, my home was just a little isolated from the outside world. I was born in Alaska, making me part of one of the smallest, quietest minorities on earth. I decided I could live with this. What I couldn’t live with was discovering a few years later, in the opening up of the pipeline, which coincided with my first year of junior college, that there were entire communities of people; more than I could possibly imagine; living impossibly one on top of another in vast cities. It wasn’t even the magnitude of this vision that inspired me so much as the visitors who came from these populous regions and seemed to possess a knowledge so great and secretive I could never learn it in any book. I became at once, very conscious of how rural I was and how little I knew beyond the scope of my environment. I decided it was time to travel.
The rest is history; or at least, the content of my stories. I traveled… often to college campuses, dropping in and out of school until one fine day by chance I’d fashioned a bachelor of arts degree in psychology. I’ve worked a couple of newspapers, had a few poems and stories tossed around in various small presses, never receiving a great deal of money, which I’m assured is the norm for a writer. I spent ten years in Mexico, watching the peso crash. There is some obscure reason why I did this, tightening up my belt and facing hunger, but I believe at the time I said it was for love.
Here I am, back home, in my beloved Alaska. I’ve learned somewhat of a worldly viewpoint; at least I like to flatter myself that way. I’ve also learned my rural roots aren’t so bad after all. I work in a small, country store. Every day I greet the same group of local customers, but make no mistake. My store isn’t a scene out of Andy Griffith. The people who enter the establishment, which also includes showers, laundry and movie rentals, are miners, oil workers, truck drivers, construction engineers, dog sled racers and carpenters. Sometimes, on the liquor side, the conversations became adult only in vocabulary. It’s a good thing, on the opposite side of the store is a candy aisle filled with the most astonishing collection, it will keep a kid occupied with just wishing for hours. If you tell your kids they can have just one, you have an instant baby sitter; better than television; as they agonize over their choice while you catch up on the gossip with your neighbor.
We also receive a lot of tourists, a lot of foreign visitors. They are usually amazed at this first sign of Alaskan rural life style beyond the insulating hub of the Anchorage bowl. Many of them like to hang around and chat. They gawk at our thieves wanted posters. They laugh at our jokes and camaraderie with our customers. I’ve learned another lesson while working there. You don’t have to go out and find the world. If you wait long enough, it comes to you.”
Executive Producer: Grainne Rhuad
Grainne Rhuad gained a love of learning at a young age at her grandfather’s knee. It was he who taught her that all that could be known was out there for the taking. She has made it her life’s work ever since to know as much as possible. Her incurable inquisitiveness and her sometimes irritating ability to remember diverse and seemingly meaningless facts has served her well in her quest to bring learning and entertainment to people through her writing.
Grainne currently resides in Northern California, although her restless gypsy background takes her on many excursions. It was here that she settled long enough to complete her B.A. In Psychology and spend 8 years working in the Social Work field with Children, Adolescents and Families.
Grainne is wife, mother and sister. Her madly passionate redheaded genes lend themselves to argument but should always be taken in the best of spirits. She sees argument mainly as a sport which needs constant conditioning. She also prides herself in being oxymoronic in all things. She highly suggests that every reader fact check everything for themselves as she sees herself as a storyteller, a bard, and a suggestor of themes more than a historian. Her main purpose is to cause feelings in the reader which may or may not be comfortable, but which should make them think on either a cognitive or subliminal level. She would say, “If you feel, my work is successful. If you respond…well that is the highest of complements.”