Not long ago I hit the "next blog" button to see where it would take me.
I found blogs full of people bragging about how little Hortense and Archibald loved frolicking on the beach during summer vacation or others humble bragging about how exciting and uncommon their lives were.
Don't I sort of do the same?
Ugh.
This blog is random. It's birds one day and politics the next.
It perfectly highlights my Jill-of-all-trades-and-master-of-none background.
I suppose I'm having some sort of "who am I and what am I doing with my life" mini crisis.
And for the life of me I can't figure out how I had so many people in Germany reading my blog that one week.
Who the heck do I know in Poland? Pakistan? Venezuela?
I don't know what to do with myself at the moment. I'm getting professionally restless.
I will be DJ-ing tomorrow night and I am not looking forward to it. I always get anxious beforehand and feel sick when I'm on my way to the venue.
Sometimes I look for academic programs here in New Zealand involving the kea but what in the hell would I say? "Hi, I have a BA and Communications and MA in International Policy Studies. Sometimes I sit for hours watching captive kea fly around and I think this would make me an excellent candidate for doing a science with these birds."
I was just reading some of the thesis titles for PhD students at the University of Canterbury and they used words like "allee effects" and "cytokinin regulatory genes."
As someone who recently weenied out of her social science PhD program I'm now easily intimidated by the ideas of others and their seemingly effortless embrace of abstract theories.
I tried doing some paintings and have a feeling they were just too kitchy to sell. Still, I have to thank my brave friend Annika for putting them in her shop.
I tried to get information about being a Spanish translator for the NZ Language Line but they wanted someone with a specific background in interpretation. I don't have that.
And then there was that painfully awkward time I was going to translate for a Mapuche speaker and I froze up because I couldn't understand what he was saying.
Maybe I could specify that I am fluent in Mexican Spanish and can handle most of Central America?
All the journalism jobs that come my way are up in the North Island and if I was hired it would mean leaving my family and commuting home on the weekends.
Siiiiiiigh.
I don't know what else to say so here are some pictures I took of birds and one of me with Kiki on my shoulder:
I found blogs full of people bragging about how little Hortense and Archibald loved frolicking on the beach during summer vacation or others humble bragging about how exciting and uncommon their lives were.
Don't I sort of do the same?
Ugh.
This blog is random. It's birds one day and politics the next.
It perfectly highlights my Jill-of-all-trades-and-master-of-none background.
I suppose I'm having some sort of "who am I and what am I doing with my life" mini crisis.
And for the life of me I can't figure out how I had so many people in Germany reading my blog that one week.
Who the heck do I know in Poland? Pakistan? Venezuela?
I don't know what to do with myself at the moment. I'm getting professionally restless.
I will be DJ-ing tomorrow night and I am not looking forward to it. I always get anxious beforehand and feel sick when I'm on my way to the venue.
Sometimes I look for academic programs here in New Zealand involving the kea but what in the hell would I say? "Hi, I have a BA and Communications and MA in International Policy Studies. Sometimes I sit for hours watching captive kea fly around and I think this would make me an excellent candidate for doing a science with these birds."
I was just reading some of the thesis titles for PhD students at the University of Canterbury and they used words like "allee effects" and "cytokinin regulatory genes."
As someone who recently weenied out of her social science PhD program I'm now easily intimidated by the ideas of others and their seemingly effortless embrace of abstract theories.
I tried doing some paintings and have a feeling they were just too kitchy to sell. Still, I have to thank my brave friend Annika for putting them in her shop.
I tried to get information about being a Spanish translator for the NZ Language Line but they wanted someone with a specific background in interpretation. I don't have that.
And then there was that painfully awkward time I was going to translate for a Mapuche speaker and I froze up because I couldn't understand what he was saying.
Maybe I could specify that I am fluent in Mexican Spanish and can handle most of Central America?
All the journalism jobs that come my way are up in the North Island and if I was hired it would mean leaving my family and commuting home on the weekends.
Siiiiiiigh.
I don't know what else to say so here are some pictures I took of birds and one of me with Kiki on my shoulder:
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| White Faced Heron |
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| Pukeko |
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| Peacock |
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| Bird lover experiencing a mild existential crisis. |
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