Saturday, March 28, 2015

No Posts For March?

Whoops. 
I'm trying to be good. I swear. 
I have a lot of good ideas for this blog. Lots of big things on the horizon.
Well, really just the one pertaining to the blog. The rest are for me.
Recently, whilst the Alaska Bear was with me and the roomie in the city, he bought me a cookbook (possibly my favorite type of book) at the Strand Bookstore, otherwise known as a heaven on earth.
This cookbook is called International Night, it's a collaboration between Mark Kurlansky and his daughter, Talia. Once a week for 52 weeks, Talia would randomly point to a place on a spinning globe. Wherever her finger landed is what the theme for the night would be. From Sweden to Niger to Hawaii.
Not only do I plan to follow their adventure from the book beginning this summer 2015 til the summer of 2016, for each country I'll continue the creativity by creating a 'dream vacation' for the place.
I'm hoping it will inspire me to take one of these trips (or all of them) as well as cook some new and exciting foods.

              It feels nice to have a new and exciting project in the future, school has been keeping me busy and it seems as I get more comfortable here I take on more responsibilities. I have now moved from staff writer at the Stony Brook Independent to Copy Editor. Exciting and more work. But I enjoy it.
              Sometimes, I'm not convinced I need to be here for a journalism education, mostly because I'm sure that you need one to be a journalist, though it is nice to have. But then I remind myself: I'm not really here for that. I'm here for the opportunities. I'm here for experience. That is what will help me.
             At the end of the day, Stony Brook and the Island are just stepping stones, making my path easier. It will be me who creates a life and a career for myself by simply being myself and finding my niches. Finding what makes me unique and using that to create and do good work.
Alaska remains as ever not in the least a stepping stone but rather a strong bow that shot me here. I'm forever grateful for being an Alaskan.