Monday, December 3, 2012



I have been thinking of late about my future. Crazy stuff. So, what does one do with a Masters degree in British and American Literature? Is teaching the only option? We will see...I can read and write well and I hear that in this job market (this terrible job market) that those skills are actually needed. That's sad but lucky for me?
I am applying for the Spring Internship at Lonely Planet here in Oakland. I went and toured their offices and I would be a happy Tej-Tej if I could work with them. They have a room entirely devoted to photo-viewing for when a co-worker returns from a trip. Leslie (the marketing girl) told me the latest one was when a co-worker returned this summer from Croatia. Pretty sweet. Every Thursday evening the Lonely Planet crew goes across the street to grab a beer at Linden Street Brewery.

Suffice to say...I want to work for them. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

I also have been looking at internships with Sunset Magazine. That would also be awesome. Most of their internships are in New York City though. I am not sure I want to move away from the Bay Area yet but maybe it would be a fun new experience.

Another option on the table is furthering my education and going on to get my PhD. If I were to do that (it is not looking like an extremely lucrative decision because tenure is harder and harder to get) I would most likely study Slavophile literature and focus specifically on Slovene literature.  Maybe I could translate since I am fluent in Slovene...but in order to achieve this next feat, I think I would move back to Slovenia and live in Ljubliana with my cousin. Which would be amazing. I wouldn't apply until Fall 2013 for the 2013/2014 school year.

I go back and forth; freaking out and then telling myself I have time. I realistically don't have that much time to figure stuff out...I graduate in May with my Master's....hopefully I will have something lined up by then. If not...then...? I feel like ever since my accident, I take things day-to-day and bad things really don't faze me as much as they used to. At least I am not in the hospital with a dozen broken bones. Life is good.

When I was home for Thanksgiving, I met a friend's boyfriend who just happens to be the general editor of Powder Magazine. He told me that the best way to get noticed by a publication of this nature is to blog about skiing. So I may have some blatant ski/snow posts as the Spring comes. Working for Powder would be awesome. Except that they're located in San Clemente. I don't know how much I would like living in Southern California...but we'll see. That would be a pretty cool opportunity.

And I will leave you guys today with a poem about snow by Wallace Stevens. It really captures the beauty and tranquility of a snowy landscape. I have also beheld "[n]othing that is not there and nothing that is" while walking in the's a beautiful moment.

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter 
To regard the frost and the boughs 
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; 

And have been cold a long time 
To behold the junipers shagged with ice, 
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think 
Of any misery in the sound of the wind, 
In the sound of a few leaves, 

Which is the sound of the land 
Full of the same wind 
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow, 
And, nothing himself, beholds 
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.