
Dear Reader,
In a forest in Thailand, I saw pails hanging on tree trunks gathering white liquid rubber which the locals spread into towel-sized sheets, let dry, then sold. “Where I live,” I said to my Thai friend Nud, “we also collect sap from the trees. Then we eat it.” Nud shot me a quizzical look.
“Happy happy,” Nud liked to say. Once he said, “If no happy, cry.” To mull was not in Nud’s nature.
Thailand was lush: palm trees and orchids, massive limestone cliffs, water as clear as air. And—two dogs conjoined at the hip. At first, I thought they were two separate dogs. Tails wagging, they sniffed each other’s muzzle. Backtracking to find a restaurant, I saw them again, I saw nature’s error. Now they were growling. They moaned.
Signs along the island’s coast warned of tsunamis. The signs showed a stick-figure man bent toward a mountain as sharp waves surged toward him: international symbol for Run For Your Life. Nature’s danger and beauty had us surrounded.
Welcome to Status Hat’s May issue, in which Nature is questioned, despised, accepted, revered.
Enjoy.
—Mojie Crigler
Guest Editor, Spring 2011
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