When it comes to economic performance and financial management, states in the West are fairly typical. Or so says a study whose results were recently published on the Atlantic magazine's website.
Factors considered ranged from violent crime rates and median income to employment trends. To quote from the article, "well-run states have a great deal in common with well-run companies: Books are kept balanced. Investment is prudent. Debt is sustainable. Innovation is prized. Workers are properly recruited and well-trained. Executives are chosen on the basis of merit."
Wyoming ranked first, "with the highest high school completion rate, sixth lowest debt per capita and second lowest poverty rate. But there are blemishes. Wyoming ranks 19th in median income and 32nd in health coverage."
Also in the top 10 was Utah at 6th, mostly on account of its steady economy and low unemployment rate.
At the other end of the scale was Kentucky, dead last at 50th, preceded by two Western states: Arizona at 48th and California at 49th. Nevada, at 41st, was also in the bottom 10.
Colorado finished right in the middle at 25th. As for other Western states, Washington was 15th, Oregon 27th, Idaho 28th, Montana 30th, and New Mexico 37th,
So the West has two top performers, a few near the bottom, and many in the middle -- that makes us fairly typical. As for other regions, New England and the upper Midwest (with the notable exception of Michigan at 47th) generally did well, while many Southern states (Virginia at 7th was an exception) fared poorly.
Ed Quillen is a freelance writer in Salida, Colorado.
A favorite quotation of my early twenties was by none other than the archdruid himself, David Brower, from an essay he wrote for the Sierra Club Bulletin in 1935. Having spent the previous summer wandering around and over the high peaks, Brower wondered whether his adventure was “the limit? Could the Sierra offer only transitory enjoyment, merely a temporary escape.” Fired by my own desire to escape suburban life, to test my mettle on hard terrain through performances that I later realized were central to modern masculinity, Brower’s answer to his question resonated strongly. Leaving the mountains “was not coming home--he had just left it!”
Of course, a twenty-something’s world eventually grows much messier, and Brower’s remark began to seem quaint. Outdoor play left permanent marks, but the wild itself was a transitory home. The same held true for most of my friends, as it did for Brower himself, and part of growing up was realizing that it had to be so. Manly adventure was a passage, a rite performed on the way to maturation, and once established, other challenges displaced the games and ideals of youth. Our time on the rocks, slopes, waves, and rapids were important, but we also moved on. Thus what are we to make of those adventurers who stuck it out, who did make the landscapes of play their literal homes?
This is not a prelude to a hoary tale about some legendary adventurer, usually seen at a distance in the early light on the way to the big one or virgin powder or a thin line, always alone with elemental nature in its purest form. Rather, my question is about the social and environmental implications of adventure. Outdoor sports can produce such intense emotions that the self merges with wild nature, and once that happens it seems natural for athletes to identify with nature. Although society deemed them marginal figures, outdoor athletes strongly influenced the history of environmentalism. For John Muir, Bob Marshall, Richard Leonard, David Brower, Ed Abbey, Andrea Mead Lawrence, Mark Massara, Galen Rowell, and Yvon Chouinard, their passion for play fueled their passion for the landscapes of play.Read More ...
Life is full of many painful decisions, but ending a beloved pet’s life has got to be right up there among the worst. Last Saturday morning saw us staring at x-rays on a monitor in our vet’s office, dutifully listening to her description of the effects of fluid on the lungs and dreading where all this was headed. Moments before, we’d confidently assumed Finley’s rapid breathing and negligible appetite would be fixed right up with a course of antibiotics; certainly it could be nothing much worse than a respiratory infection. Wrong. It was likely the final stage of some hidden cancer or other malady whose signs had been invisible until now. The tech carried her in wrapped in the blue blanket that would be her shroud, a catheter already inserted in her little gray front leg. Always a shy cat, the look of abject terror in her eyes was a terrible indictment of us that no reassurances of ending her suffering could mollify. This was not the first time we’d been in this situation, but each occasion has its own special sting. As we watched the labored breathing slow, then stop, it was terrible to anticipate the emptiness of her territory under the fruit trees, an area not to be entered without a tribute to its feline mayor in the form of a gentle pat or belly rub.
Yes, Finley was an outdoor cat. I know – in addition to annoying the neighbors, outdoor cats can wreak havoc on urban and rural wildlife, particularly birds. Two recent studies I’ve read, one from the U.K. and one from the U.S., identify specific at-risk bird species which are heavily affected by cat predation, including certain sparrows, bluebirds, and hummingbirds. Accurate estimates of total birds killed by domestic and feral cats are hard to come by, but the American Bird Conservancy suggests that “hundreds of millions” are killed annually, a shocking number. And I’m sorry to say that in her younger years Miss Finley contributed to this number. While pigeons, thrashers, and other large birds never captured her interest, we did sadly witness the odd dove and – sorry – hummingbird succumb to her lightning-fast leaps.
Surely by now you condemn me for my complicity in this environmental crisis, and I accept the blame. Until 10 years ago when Finley and her siblings came into my life, I smugly asserted to one and all that I would only keep indoor cats, and indeed I did, five of them. I repeatedly scolded my neighbor for neglecting her perfectly nice female tuxedo cat, who was forced to roam the streets day and night seeking food from me and others and enduring litter after litter of kittens. When the neighbor decided to get (and consequently neglect) two large dogs, the tuxedo cat disappeared. Weeks later she reappeared under my shed, five scared feral kittens in tow.
So what would you do? Some people, like my despicable neighbor, would do nothing. Others would trap the whole family and have them euthanized, or have taxpayers fund the euthanasia at the pound. Something must be done to stop rampant cat overpopulation. No-kill shelters are perpetually full. But hard-nosed realism has a way of eroding when one must look at unbelievably adorable wee kittens everyday. Many have faced this dilemma; some on a large scale. My plan was to tame them, get them neutered and find homes for the lot, and nearly all of those goals were accomplished. Two found homes, the Mom and a female. In the process of trying to do the right thing I’d fallen hopelessly in love with the others, sweet Finley and her siblings Berto, Vela, and Clarence. They couldn’t come in; my house was already full with five cats, two elderly. So that is how I became a big fat hypocrite. I got them I.D. collars and yearly vaccinations, and bribed them with good food and treats to stay (mostly) in the backyard. But still, there were the occasional feathers in the yard. As a society, this is one of the decisions we’re faced with, to balance justice with compassion. I haven’t figured that one out yet.
Jackie Wheeler teaches writing and environmental rhetoric at Arizona State University, where she is also the Associate Director of Writing Programs. Outside academia, she’s an avid rafter, kayaker, and horsewoman who also attempts to garden. When possible, she escapes the Phoenix metro area for an undisclosed location in Southeastern Utah.
Chip Ward, who used to write for High Country News, has just published an informative piece on wolf recovery in Yellowstone -- essentially calling it a success story that nobody appears to want to take credit for.
One interesting angle: Wolves improve the water supply. How? When there are no wolves to worry about, elk hang out on river bottoms and stream banks "where the grass is green and the livin' easy."
Western gray wolf photo courtesy Flickr user SigmaEye.
They chew away at willow and aspen, depriving beaver of food and shelter materials. Thus fewer beaver dams to slow and distribute the water, as well loss of habitat for bugs and amphibians.
There's a lot more to it, of course, and it's well worth a slow read.
Ed Quillen is a freelance writer in Salida, Colorado.
Editor's note: David Zetland, a water economist who recently finished a postdoctoral fellowship at the University of California, Berkeley offers an insider's perspective into water politics and economics. We will be cross-posting occasional posts and content from his blog, Aguanomics, here on the Range.
Can politicians overcome bias?
I don't know, but the ones in California who have been spouting
off outdated numbers on lost agricultural jobs from reduced water
deliveries to bolster their political agendas (pro- and anti-exports)
are going to have a hard time now.
Richard Howitt and Jeff Michael (and others) have co-authored a report [pdf] on the link between jobs and water. The money shot is below...
Now there's only one authoritative estimate on this hot topic, which means that politicians cannot selectively cite the numbers they prefer.
I am glad to see this, and happy to know I played a part in its creation :)
By Clarence Worly, NewWest.net Guest Writer, 9-22-10
Between 1999 and 2007 there were nearly as many suicides as
highway fatalities in the Mountain West states. In the case of
Colorado, Utah and Nevada there were more self-inflicted deaths than
traffic deaths. Am I the only person west of the Mississippi to see a
I attended my first funeral at the age of 15. It was for my friend and teammate who passed away in the spring of 1977 due to a self-inflicted gunshot wound. He just turned 16.
This was my first experience dealing with the death of someone with whom I was close. I couldn’t get my mind around the fact he was gone. We wouldn’t be taking cheap shots at one another during football practice the next fall. We wouldn’t be shot-gunning beers stolen out of his dad’s garage fridge. We wouldn’t be grab-assing in the halls or lying to each other about all the girls from other schools.
He was gone, stuck in time as a standout high school half-back and all around good dude. After 33 years, I still feel the initial shock and emotional devastation when I dwell on it too long.
There were no warning signs, no telltale “I-should-have-seen-it-coming” behavior. I remember the last thing I said to him as we walked out to the parking lot after school like it was yesterday, “Let’s get shit-faced this weekend.” He yelled back over his shoulder, “Sounds good, call me.”
He died that night.
I wish I could say this was an isolated incident: Chalk it up to teenage angst and blame the mental health community for letting one rare case fall through the cracks. But I know better.Read More ...
By Lisa Stiffler
Portland's ecoroof program is enough to turn other sustainability-striving cities green with envy. The City of Roses boasts 351 green roofs and rooftop gardens covering more than 26 acres.* By comparison, Seattle has 62 vegetated roofs totaling about 9 acres.
How'd they do it?
I had the opportunity to talk to Amy Chomowicz, one of the city's top ecoroof officials, for a story that's out today on the Seattle P-I's website and got the skinny.
is courtesy of Flickr user Ben Amstutz under a .
Turns out that the roots of Portland's ecoroofs can really be traced back to one guy: Tom Liptan.
Here's the story.Read More ...
Often I have observed that September is our reward for putting up with Colorado the rest of the year: Generally clear skies, warm sunny days that don't get too hot, brisk mornings, glowing aspen leaves -- what's not to like?
Well, as the nights get cooler -- our first killing frost typically arrives around Sept. 20 -- there's a problem with windows.
Not with Windows on the computer in my home office; I eliminated those problems eight years ago when I switched to GNU/Linux. This window problem is distinctly low-tech. Like most old houses (mine was built in 1885 and expanded in 1908), mine uses double-hung sash windows with wooden frames. In theory, both the top and bottom sashes can slide up and down to provide for ventilation.
In practice, however, nothing just "slides."
By any objective measure Barack Obama has been the most engaged and effective president on American Indian issues since at least since Richard Nixon. You could even make the case that Obama is better than Nixon because there has been so much successful legislation and Executive Branch action in less than two years.
A quick review of the Obama record:
- A summit with elected tribal leaders where the president and cabinet members held a town hall. Immediately after the meeting the Office of Management and Budget was charged with the task of improving the government-to-government consultation process;
- Enactment of the Indian Health Care Improvement Act as a permanent statue;
- A significant number of key appointments of Native Americans at the White House, cabinet agencies, even the Interior Department’s chief legal counsel;
- Increased budgets at the Indian Health Service, the Bureau of Indian Affairs plus a sizeable slice – some $3 billion – of stimulus fund money that were directed at Indian Country.
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I could go on and on with the real results from this administration. (If you need a contrast, remember the frozen glare of President Bush when I asked him about tribal sovereignty or what it was like when the entire budget for urban Indian health programs was to be “zeroed out.”)
The scientific discovery of an ancient stress hormone by a tribal member could lead to the survival of the most ancient of the native fish in the Pacific Northwest, the Pacific lamprey, an eel like fish that evolved more than 500 million years ago.
David Close, Ph.D. is a Cayuse and a member of the Confederated Tribes of Umatilla in Northeastern Oregon, a Columbia River treaty fishing tribe that’s been at the forefront in calling the Pacific lamprey’s restoration.
Close, a professor at the University of British Columbia discovered the corticosteroid hormone, which is important for monitoring environmental impacts that stress the lamprey like when they’re going down river in barges or trying to negotiate fish ladders designed for salmon.
Like salmon, the Pacific lamprey is born in freshwater and travels to the ocean for its adult life, then returns to the upper reaches of rivers where it forgoes food for a year before spawning. Before construction of the dams, tribal peoples fished for the once abundant lamprey in the falls along the Columbia and its tributaries. There are only an estimated 11,000 left in the Columbia River.
The lamprey is a culturally important subsistence and medicinal fish for the Columbia River tribes, who want it targeted for conservation in the way that endangered salmon populations are in Washington, Oregon and California rivers.Read More ...