Writing Practice

Clearly once the Fall 2008 semester ended and I got my grade, I basically lost the address for this blog. Ideally, I would go post all the further work I did for my now almost completely useless Master's of Science degree to get everything in one place and also to stroke my OCD; And on a day when I am in need of procrastination and a feeling of productivity I may. Until then, I am going to do some writing practice while simultaneously keeping track of ideas that I would otherwise lose forever due to my lack of short term memory.

This was spurred by lunch yesterday with my disturbingly cute and intelligent friend, Inna. She was sharing her frustration about the economy and how it essentially downgrades her fabulousness in her field due to decreased employment and funding prospects. It was helpful to know that someone else was irritated by this but it also further convinced me of how useless the past few years of my education have been. For me to blame the economy would be only fractionally accurate. For me to blame my graduate program for their lack of organization, career services, mentoring, and general concern about the programming would be far more accurate, and in this economy, that's speaking volumes. For me to blame my field would be apt since there are only jobs at the top, however, determining what exactly constitutes "my field" seems to be the more pervasive problem, something I hope to figure out sooner than later.

And then there is my part in the blame of my frustration. I have chosen a seemingly logical although completely unsalable, largely overlooked, and never funded sort of specialty. My resume looks like an explosion of education and perception without tangible skills that people would be willing to pay for as a collection when they can badger me or research on their own for free. Ideally, I would end up as Michael Pollan in the next five years, I would be part of groups like Slow Food USA or Council on the Environment of New York to plan for nutrition education and agriculture on a feasible level. I would write books that would not fade into the background of the shelves of nutrition and diet books that are largely published by non-dietetics educated individuals that stress calorie counting and losing that last ounce rather than overall health and self-sustainable food practices. I would become completely saturated and bail to the north and create the perfect model for an organic homestead.

But at this point, I would just settle to be caught in a background shot of any episode of Law & Order. I hear they often film in Harlem. That's pretty sad. So I am going to begin to write here again. If books can be formulated out of websites such as "Why You're Fat" and that complete charlatan "Hungry Girl," then maybe this is not such an outlandish idea.