the poet and the scientist
I was thinking more on the previous entry about the eco-gothic and found myself perusing through those writing scrapbooks that have been sitting here next to my desk for the last couple months. When I was in high school, I wrote nearly two dozen editorials and articles on the ocean and its perilous state (which was, of course, not as perilous as it is today.) At the time, there was a sense of hope that science and environmental activists would turn around the terrible ticking clock. When I am feeling especially helpless given recent (and even not so recent news) I think of those other lives I may have lived. Those careers I steadily shed as the years of young adulthood waned on. When I was 14, I remember wanting to be an interior designer. This was even before my HGTV obsession in the 90s. I loved helping my mother redecorate, something she did on the regular. This was even before I developed a love of thrifting in college. I know, however, that being a designer involved being a p...
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