This time last week, I finally got up the nerve to make a Twitter thread about looking for a full-time job. It got a ton of attention and rustled up many more leads for me to chase, so this has been a week of trying to do that AND prep work I already knew I had to do WHILE being kind to myself, because this may be a long haul. This means that nearly everything else is on hold, and I'm following Mary HK Choi's excellent advice to do only a few things a day.
As of right now, I'm somewhere in the application process for 6 positions (😱) and in talks with people about another 7 more. There are another 16 companies that are on my radar. I'm trying to keep an open mind and a diligent attitude towards follow-through.
Other things this week:
Gym: 1x (though I'll go again in a few hours)
Cooking: 6x (!!) including The Buttermilk Chicken, a really good improvised panzanella, and a puttanesca made with cherry tomatoes from my garden.
Garden: still pruning and harvesting tomatoes; malabar spinach is coming in; fought off an aphid invasion on my beans
I read a lot of great things this week, but the only one that matters is Robinson Meyer's breakdown of the new IPCC report, "This Land is the Only Land There Is."
The Earth’s total land surface is about 52 million square miles... These 52 million [miles] cannot only service our needs. They are all the land, period. They must also hold the vast, lovely, unknowable thing that we call nature—every shady spot, every mountain stream, every sand dune. (The IPCC authors call this, somewhat dryly, “biodiversity and ecosystem services.”) Every grain of rice and cobalt mine, every sidewalk square and platypus, has to be somewhere on that 52 million.
You and I are not free-floating minds that move around the world through text messages, apologetic emails, and bank deposits. We are carbon-based creatures so pathetic that we need a lot of silent plants to make carbon for us.