Friday, March 22, 2013

internships/careers masterpost(???)

> National park service internship
  - conservation? wildlife management? patrol?
> National Geographic internship (but sadly i'm gonna get very little chance of getting through unless im a US citizen or a journalist/photography/social media student?? u_____u but there's geography too so that's almost OK)
man all the results from google are giving me US-based internships what;s this

> horticulture/biology research intern
> marine biologist (BUT LIKE MY SWIMMING/PHYSICAL SKILLS MPOK bismillah bismillah)
may lead to antarctic conservation and research if i want/could
>http://www.ies-uk.org.uk/careers some reference videos for future careers
> this is not really an internship point but i'm gonna consider being an environmental advisor/consultant in some area or sth because it's actually pretty interesting
> humanitarian projects manager (career) omg this is beautiful but i'm advised to learn languages and i can't even speak my native tongue ;_______;
> environmental journalist, if i could find a way to continue actively writing w/o taking english in AS

bismillah.

(list might expand later)

Saturday, March 9, 2013

This is an allusion to The
Butterfly Effect:

Mama said,
"All life is precious."
As a child, I
picked the insects on the leaves
and gave them such affection.

Five squeezes.
Ephemeral wings underneath
the hungry cave of my swine fingers:
shadflies;
     ladybirds;
          crickets (they cry at night,
because that is the only way they know
how to sing);
and butterflies, whose flight might
have spawned a typhoon, not far
from where we slept,
where the sun rises--or when it doesn't;
an accidental killer.

Mama looks at the remains,
(of the paper wings, because now
the body was underfoot)
and tenderly I straightened her curls,
only this time I couldn't see
the outline of her face. Her ice
was raw, and weeping.

All life is precious.
The woodlice squirms below
the end of my pen, a silent death,
but the butterflies will come later, so I let it go;

The dynamics of life,
and all that is held sacred. and laboriously tended
within equilibrium,
can be purposelessly chaotic.