The North


Issue Nº 4

Printed Newspaper Journal – Summer 2014/2015

“there is no hierarchy in story telling”



It’s deadline day, we sit in the North Journal’s home office with the smell of old coffee cups, post-it notes, unlabelled hard drives, and the occasional heat induced freak out. The sun is sweltering today as the ominous 40 degree weather prediction mocks us and our lack of air cooling devices. As we sweat around, I mean, as we sit around, designing, proof reading, writing, calling contributors and wondering how the hell this is ever going to get to print; we reflect on the fact that this Summer issue will signify one year since we kicked off this project. It took almost a year to make that first issue a reality, we were all working other jobs and creating a 36 page newspaper journal turned out to be a lot of work. What the North would become or how long we would do it for was rarely discussed, it was impulsive, passion driven and we knew all we had to do was get that first one out. Issue 01 hit the shelves and we did something we knew we had to do, we promised a sequel, we locked in the next issue. And then by issue 02 we had committed to a quarterly publication. Shit. That means we need to make four of these. The day we deliver an issue we are already thinking about the next, we are excited about who we are going to meet, who’s story we will tell, who’s art we will view and who’s photos we will publish. Beers, coffees and cups of tea are consumed as we start contacting people about content and hi-fives are exchanged when we lock in people we never thought would even write back to our persistent emails.

Then, it’s 40 degrees. The files need to be uploaded this afternoon. We are missing images, we are missing text and people aren’t answering our calls. If we don’t go to print tomorrow the papers will not turn up at the launch party that we just invited 300 of you to. It’s like riding that roller coaster that used to be at Wonderland, the bush beast. Sometimes it’s the most thrilling, smooth adrenalin-fuelled ride, while other parts of the track are down right fucking dangerous and rusted out. It’s kinda like riding a horse whilst putting together a jigsaw puzzle.

As we get ready to tick off our fourth issue we remind ourselves of the stories we have covered and the amazing businesses that have helped support our story telling. Especially those businesses that supported issue 01. Who purely trusted an intangible idea; our plans for a local rag. The stories we have told have shown the truth to the idea that everyone has a story, no matter the circumstance. And it is through listening, we can truly appreciate someone’s point of view regardless of our own personal views on a situation. Recently, in an interview with Richard Fidler on ABC, Jacky Sutton, a former United Nations employee among other amazing roles, said something that has stuck with us, in fact, is literally stuck on the wall in barely legible text on a post-it note, unquestionably written in that light bulb moment rush… “there is no hierarchy in story telling”. A fabulous, poignant and simple statement that seamlessly rolled off Sutton’s tongue, as if she were ordering a coffee. The story of Carl Gonsalves and his family’s boat shed business (issue 03) is just as important as Mike Brodie’s photos documenting the Kerouac-esque hobo lifestyle and freight train hitch-hiking culture (issue 02). The story of the Avalon community garden (issue 02) is just as important as the Hurricane Sandy story from issue 01. All stories have their place, no king, no queen, no servants or aristocrats, just stories that help us understand
and connect.