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The Office

2 teams of 6 good looking men, 1 intern, 1 receptionist and an overwhelming amount of tension and flirting.

Part One - The Intern

Genre: CRACK | Fluff | Angst
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Word count: 3,317

A/N: Well… here it is… my child… coming at you, a story I started working on last august… I’m planning on updating biweekly on Saturdays. I hope you like it, it’s been a long time in the making. - Amelia

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Originally posted by jamless-vibes

It’s been 2 years since I started working at this electronics company; which is a long time considering I get shitty pay for what I have to deal with. Each day I come to work, answer the phone and listen to the problems of my co-workers. I’m practically their superior at this point, because they’re always pulling me into their ‘meetings’ and asking my opinion on their work or asking me if I have any ideas, even though I know nothing about marketing… they seem to want a female perspective on things. I don’t understand why they would stick me in a department full of men but they did… Honestly it feels like some sort of sexist joke sometimes but I have to pay the bills so, here we are.

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Imagine Ubbe keeping you safe without really showing it (Part 2)

Summary: Aslaug annouches a new raid, not some common village raid but to an enemy who wants to attack Kattegat withing days. That asks more manpower, more danger and Ubbe don’t want you to come. But you go, against his will and find yourself waking up at one morning and straight in the middle of a battle.
Warning: Violence
Words: 1912


The laughter filled the great hall with much joy. The group was back in Kattegat for two weeks now, Sigurd fighted his fever for two days before he was ready to travel again. You needed those two weeks off, the raidingparty did to. You rested and went in to the woods and fields to fill you stockage of herbs and other usefull things. You were prepared for a lot, you knew the people relied on your skills as a healer. Without you a lot of those vikings would have died already. And that was you life purpose, looking around in the great hall and seeing the people you helped and saved. Sigurd stood besiced his mother, whispering something to her. He looked good, all healed up but he never thanked you for it. Not that she wanted that, the thank came from another angle, an angle you more needed than everything Sigurd possible could say to thank you. Ubbe walked in with his youngest brother. You stepped aside a litlet when the mental pinched the floor while Ivar pulled himself forward. He past you with that little smug grin on his face and you shivered without him seeing it. Ubbe gazed over to you, giving you a short smile that maked you stomach tighten again. When all the brothers where assembled around their mother the queen started talking.
‘People of Kattegat, your sons and men will go raiding again.’ She announched. Everybody cheered to that, you felt some ale soak in your dress from your drunk neighbor trowing with his cup in the air. 'Not just a raid,’ Aslaug went further, holding her hand up to demand the silence of her people. Your eyes went back to her, curious to what she was saying. 'I got reports of a Earl that wants to attack us because they seek justice for us killing his son. Before they come here picking a fight we go to them. I forsaw dead but I also saw victory. We will loose people but the gods are ready to welcome us to Valhalla. I will make the gods a sarcifies.’ And those words were enough. How hard battle would be, those men around you where ready to fight and die for their gods. So did you, knowing this one would be different, you felt ready.

'You are not coming.’ You turned around to Ubbe who stood in the doorway of your farm. It was your mothers but when she died last year she left it for you. She wouldn’t want you to go either, your mother always feared for your life. Being a simple farmer you didn’t really saw something else in the world than the crops, fields, markets. His words reminded you of her.
'Why not?’ You asked confused.
'It is better for you to stay here.’ He nodded, almost practical. You looked back to the ointment you where making before he walked in. You didn’t understand, he had never stopped you before from coming and now all of the sudden you weren’t welcome?
'Ubbe, I’m always going on the raids. Why don’t you want me to come?’ The uncertainty of his demand maked you doubt your own feelings. You were the youngest healer, but already one of the better. You were certain of it they needed you but he, as leader of this raiding party, he had a say in it.
'Y/n, can’t you just listen.’ He said a little impatient. You opened your mouth but words came short. It hurted a little, the way he treatred you right now. Like he didn’t wanted you to come because … he needed to look out for you? Was that it?
'If it is because you think it will be dangerous, I can protect myself.’ Like you wanted to strengthened your words you took the knife you had from the table. It was like he struggled over something before he walked further the farm in. He took the knife out of you hand but you didn’t really looked at that, you looked up in his eyes. 'If it is because I’m always uncertain or you think I’m a liability to the group. I promise to obay.’ You said softer, studing those gorgeous face expressions of him. He laid the knife away and looked down to you.
'You stay here.’
'You don’t have a say in that.’ You protested. You never raised your voice, not even now. You were way to gentle and calm for that. So you looked down to your hands folded between your body.
‘Y/n,’ he laid his hand against your cheek, forcing you in a gentle way to look up to him again. You didn’t protest, you just let his hand guide your eyes back up. And when you looked back to him you saw a bit of tenderness in his eyes.
‘it’s alright, I understand.’
‘You do?’ He asked on his turn confused.
‘I’m the weak one, I would get myself in trouble in a fight like this so it’s better to stay here. Where nobody need to keep an eye on me.’ You explained. His eyes went in conflict for a moment but finally he nodded and his hand fell from your face.
‘Thank you.’ He smiled. But you saw how forced it was. He struggled with something, like he was going to say something else but didn’t. Even his posture and passes where a little in conflict and you wanted to ran after him, because you wanted to know. But on the other hand … you were a liability, so you did nothing. Torn between two very different things you just stood there, alone.
‘Still coming.’ You said for yourself, looking to him walking away. How could he think like this? That you were some kind of a weak person when you felt so much more. He tempered your feelings, the longing ripping you apart inside every time you saw him settled under a starting feeling of sadness.

Ubbe was angry with you, he didn’t say a word and kept in front of the large group while you walked behind. But if Sigurd could come, so did you. It was a long travel in wich he never said anything and you slowly started to puch that kind of feelings away. Everybody was just so focussed on what was going to happen that you did to. You checked your basket more than once to check if you really had everything and even then … if you saw something on the road that could help you picked it out. By the time Ubbe decided to set camp you didn’t felt your feet anymore. You saw Ubbe glaring over at you, rather fast before he looked away again. ‘You irritate my brother.’ You startled and turned around to Sigurd.
‘I’m sorry for that, I just come to treat the wonded.’
‘It may be your last one.’ He smiled. You never liked that boy, how he stood there against the tree playing with a knife, that arrogant smug grinn on his face. You thought Ivar was bad, he wasn’t really better. But his words captured your attention.
‘Why is that?’ You asked him confused. Sigurd looked away from the others back to you, that one eye strangling your feelings like the snake it represented.
‘You thing those little raids you are coming on were something big? This is different, no place for a girl like you. You are a weak little,’
‘Sigurd.’ Ubbe snapped him right out his filty comment. You could guess what would follow but you where glad Ubbe saved you from the words rolling down over Sigurd his tongue. Sigurd gave you a short look before walking away. Ubbe looked at you, asking if you were alright with just his eyes and you only nodded before you started to help with gattering the wood for a fire.

It was the scream of a slavegirl that pulled you right out of your dreams. ‘We are under attack!’ Somebody yelled. The drunk state you where in from just waking up didn’t helped you in the cause of getting up. Your eyes went searching for the danger but already so much vikings where up that you really couldn’t see a thing. But it was the familiar sound of axes against swords, the screams of battle that told you everything and got you up, gathering you things to get away …. Only to see the whole raiding group was surrounded. You got pushed away, fell on the ground again while a little further one of the vikings fell down on the ground, stabbed in his stomach. You grabbed your things and ran over to him, as fast and swift as you could you pulled the knife out, covering his wounds before you saw something approaching in your eye corner. You grabbed the mans sword in fear, turned around just as that enemy wanted to trow himself on you. That sword went right through, causing him to drop down half on you body, crushing you under his dead weight. You didn’t just killed a man, you were supposed to save lives. The fear of the moment gave you enough strenght to get him off of you. You hurried up, looking to the blood on your hands and the sword. You threw it away, starting to look around to all kinds of dead, your deads and their deads. This was a massacre, something you never saw before. There was so much strenght hidden in both groups you weren’t even sure if one of them would survive. The panick caused you to look for Ubbe. A horse ran by, almost throwing you to the ground again. You began to move, trying not to get stabbed or noticed while the one after the other dropped down. Where was he? You turned around, always looking and looking until you found him in a struggle with a man, and what kind of man. He was big, musculed in ways you couldn’t imagine and he worked Ubbe right to the ground. That moment, seeing the struggle in Ubbe his body, overcame your fear and panick. You grabbed an axe from the ground and started running through the others. If nobody would kill you on the way over to Ubbe you could maybe safe him. That man raised his right hand where he was holding his axe, ready to kill the son of Ragnar Lothbrok on this quest. This couldn’t be Ubbe his end, he was fated to do much greater things. So you took the axe in both hands, lifted it up over your head before you smached it down with all the force you had, right into his back. But his reaction came right after, turning around, slitting over your stomach with the sword he holded in his left hand before he dropped dead.
‘Y/n.’ Ubbe reacted, catching you before you could even drop down to the ground. You started gasping for air, trying to press down the horizontal wound you had just below your ribs. ‘What are you doing!’ He shouted angry, furious almost while he pulled your head in his lap. He said on his knees, holding your head with one hand while pressing on the wound with another. You looked up to him, to the fear, the anger, the mixed feelings in his eyes. But it was like you felt every bit of life slowly fading away from your body, following the blood out.  You lifted your hand but it didn’t got further than his chest, where blood smeared his way down while you hand lost his sence of living. ‘Don’t you dare, don’t go.’ He hissed, wrapping both his hand around you head in a embrace. The last thing you felt was his forehead against yours before the darkness swallowed you whole.

But sometimes football’s no gentleman. Over the last year, there have been moments when the game has seriously broken my heart. It’s let me down in the most crucial of times. I’ve gone to bed crying furious tears, claiming I’d never love again. We all know, however, the opposite of love is not hate … it’s indifference, and that is one thing I have never felt. Just like any relationship, this love takes a lot of work. So, in the morning, I’ll be back on the market… well, field.

Like the relationships of my past, this love is not stable or easy; but it can be kind and it is fueled by intense emotions. No matter how many games I lose, or game-winning shots I miss, no matter how many mornings commence with aches and pains all over my body, my pre-game butterflies are as unwavering as the hope that floats them. My belief that all my dreams will come true is ever steadfast. And my love, well … it is one for a lifetime.

Rookie For Life,

- Christen

whew!

manuscript it still not edited (ugh) but meetings are all done and i survived them happily, and even prepped properly for each one. i dropped the ball on a renewal deadline for something at work but it turns out it was only half my fault and i managed to sort out it in the space of two hours and am back on track, so panic on that front is subsiding :D

didn’t catch the Flash last night (was out with my sister) but i will today, and after i do then i’ll be safe to return to tumblr :) i’m not even looking at my inbox yet haha. 

hoping to spend today editing my manuscript, watching the the flash finale, having coffee with a friend, and grocery shopping.

life is like almost back on track. now i just gotta maintain some semblance of balance for the next ~4 weeks while i finish all the necessities for my job market applications and send out about 100 of them. then i think i can take a few days to chill before i start prepping and stressing for my job market conference in august.

Relocated [1/10]

Summary: Reader recently moved to another city. She meets a man, spends a day with him at an iconic tourist location, and the story goes…

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Warnings: Extremely cliché, slight cursing

Word Count: 3,003

Author’s Note: This is heavily inspired by Before We Go and Playing It Cool. I’m a romcom fanatic, so this will be the most cliché of the clichés. Hope it ain’t too bad?

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It was only 9AM in the morning and the sky was a beautiful blue, not a cloud to be seen. With a groan, Y/N slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. As her sleepiness washed away, the sight before her made her drop her head back onto her pillow with a whine. Boxes. Boxes everywhere. Having only moved a few days ago, she hasn’t had the time to unpack and sort everything out yet. Her arms dangled off the side of her twin size bed as she stared at the ceiling, trying to plan out her day. I should unpack and put everything in place today, she thought. Y/N turned her head to the right and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly and she could hear the faint chirping of birds outside.

“Fuck it,” she muttered. “The weather’s too good to be cooped up inside.”

Decision made, she tossed her blanket aside and dragged herself to the bathroom to freshen up. Twenty minutes and a bowl of cereal later, she’s ready to take on the day. Dressed in a plain white V-neck and a pair of dark wash jeans with an army green backpack slung over her shoulders, she slipped her feet into a pair of sneakers and was off to explore her new home – the city of San Francisco.

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Bacteriophages: Antibiotic Alternative or Just a Phase?

It is now clear that we are rapidly approaching a post-antibiotic era, and the need for an alternative is more vital than ever. The CDC estimates that approximately 2 million people are infected with antibiotic resistant bacteria each year, and of that 23 000 of them die as a result of the infection [1]. Our antibiotic pipeline is drying up and the development of new antibiotics is both slow and expensive, making antibiotics unappealing investments for pharmaceutical companies. Although alternatives to antibiotics are far from the market, the field is slowly expanding. Amongst the alternatives, bacteriophages (phages) are a potential candidate for both diagnostic and therapeutic medicine.

Quite simply, phages are viruses that infect bacteria. These are the most abundant biological entity on the planet and are thought to outnumber bacteria 10:1. Their sheer abundance has led to a vast diversity that has yet to be exploited by modern medicine. This is in part due to a number of problems with phages that haven’t made them ideal candidates for therapy. This article seeks to look at some of the problems with phages, and what steps are being taken to improve them for application in humans.

Rapid clearance from the host:

Delivery systems for phages have not been thoroughly assessed for systemic phage application. In other words we are still lacking a way of delivering a bacteriophage drug intravenously to ensure that phages have the maximal effect on the patient. Annoyingly, our immune systems are great at rapidly inactivating and removing them from our bodies [2], with animal studies showing that phage can be completely cleared within 24 hours [3]. Early work carried out in germ-free mice in the 70s showed that phages are passively collected in the mononuclear phagocyte system (MPS), where they remain viable until inactivated by immune cells [3].

There have been two solutions developed so far to amend this problem [2]. The first was developed in the late 90s by the National Institute of Health in the US, which involved the serial passage of phage through a living organism. It was hypothesised that some phage would have mutations in their coat proteins that would give them increased protection from the natural filtration systems in the body over wild type phage [3] and by selecting for these phage, you could gradually produce a population of long-circulating phage. When applied, these phage would have longer circulation times, and therefore a greater chance of colliding with their target bacteria. Animal studies have shown far better recovery of animals given long-circulating strains of virus over wild type, when presenting symptoms of otherwise fatal bacteraemia [4].

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Figure 1. Diagram showing a few of the possible receptors for Salmonella sp. phage [5]

Additionally, to prevent degradation or inactivation of phages, polymers can be added to the coatings of phages [1]. The polymer polyethylene glycol (PEG) has been shown to increase systematic circulation and decrease T-helper cell activation in response to phage. It is likely that a combination of these two methods may improve delivery strategies in the future of phage therapeutics.

Altering host range and preventing resistance:

Unlike antibiotics, phages have incredibly refined, narrow host-ranges. This property is in reality a double edged sword: in many cases, phages are only able to target a few strains of a single species, whereas antibiotics relentlessly target multiple branches of the bacterial phylogenetic tree. Antibiotic treatment can lead to disruption of the host’s own microbiota which can permit the colonisation of nastier and less cooperative microorganisms.

In contrast, phages can target their host whilst leaving the surrounding organisms in relative peace. When a patient presents symptoms of infection, the particular species or strain causing the infection would be unknown. Identifying the culprit before selecting the right phage would take time a patient may not have.

Receptors on the bacterial cell surface are what determine which phage are able to bind to the cell. A wide variety of receptors are used by phage, but many still remain a mystery. To curtail these issues and ensure that as many receptors can be targeted for a particular bacterium, phage cocktails are used [6]. These are mixtures containing a number of different phage strains. In theory, the cocktail should be designed so that the phages together should be able to target all the known clinically relevant strains of a particular species of bacteria.

Creating phage cocktails from natural sources can be laborious [7], however viral DNA provides a platform for genetically engineering phages with desired properties. Improving phage cocktails with modified phages expressing structures that could target a wide variety of receptors on a bacterial cell could ensure that a cocktail could target the maximum number of strains, whilst reducing the selection pressure on a sole receptor. Resistance to the phage cocktail would then also be avoided.

Much of this work looks at genetically engineering phage tail fibres [7, 8]. These ‘spider-leg’ like components regulate the initial binding step between a phage and a target cell. It has been shown by Mahichi et al, 2009 and Ando et al, 2015 that switching tail fibres between phages with different host ranges can confer host-range specificity from one phage to another. Hopefully, modular engineering of phages will push phage technology forwards, offering new strategies for developing phages for therapeutic purposes.

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Figure 2. Diagram showing how the modular shuffling of tail fibres between viral strains can confer host range of parental strain [7].

Preventing the release of cellular toxins

A major health risk of phage, is that like β-lactam antibiotics, they interfere with the bacterial cell wall integrity and ultimately lead to cell lysis. Lysing cells prevents further replication, but also releases all the cell’s content. This may include but not be limited to superantigens and lipopolysaccharides (LPS) [2]. These toxins will trigger the inflammatory response, and in extreme cases cause organ failure and death.

Phages have a simple dual-lysis system consisting of a holin and endolysin. The holin is a pore-forming membrane protein that creates an exit from the cytoplasm for the endolysin. The endolysin is then able to attack the peptidoglycan of the bacterial cell wall, resulting in its rupture. To generate phage incapable of lysing a cell, the dual lysis system simply needs to be inactivated.

To restore killing power to the phage in the absense of the dual lysis system, a bacterial toxin needs to be incorporated into the phage genome. Hagens et al, 2004 has shown that by engineering the filamentous phage M13 to encode a non-native restriction enzyme, antimicrobial activity can be restored through the generation of double stranded breaks in chromosomal DNA. Upon infecting Psuedomonas aeruginosa with this phage, there was a 99% drop in viable cell counts over the time course [9]. Other research has looked into other uses for the non-lytic killing of bacteria, including proteins that interfere with regulatory systems and other bacterial toxins.

Conclusions:

Phage therapy has shown promise in recent years as being a good candidate for either working in synergy with or replacing antibiotics. The appalling lack of human based clinical trials haven’t helped to expose their potential for human use. Although this is the case, a significant amount of work has been done on improving phage therapy in preparation for further studies with human application. The past 15 years have seen an improved outcome for this technology as obstacles with phages are gradually manoeuvred by intelligent reengineering. With hindsight we have now acquired through our experiences with antibiotics, hopefully we will not make the same mistakes with phages as we have done with antibiotics.

1. CDC (2013) Antibiotic resistance threats. US Dep Heal Hum Serv 22–50

2. Lu TK, Koeris MS (2011) The next generation of bacteriophage therapy. Curr Opin Microbiol 14:524–531

3. Carlton RM (1999) Phage therapy: past history and future prospects. Arch Immunol Ther Exp (Warsz) 47:267–274

4. Merril CR, Biswas B, Carlton R, Jensen NC, Creed GJ, Zullo S, Adhya S (1996) Long-circulating bacteriophage as antibacterial agents. Proc Natl Acad Sci U S A 93:3188–3192

5. Chaturongakul S, Ounjai P (2014) Phage host interplay: examples from tailed phages and Gram-negative bacterial pathogens. Front Microbiol 5:1–8

6. Moradpour Z, Ghasemian A (2011) Modified phages: Novel antimicrobial agents to combat infectious diseases. Biotechnol Adv 29:732–738

7. Ando H, Lemire S, Pires DP, Lu TK (2015) Engineering Modular Viral Scaffolds for Targeted Bacterial Population Editing. Cell Syst 1:187–196

8. Mahichi F, Synnott AJ, Yamamichi K, Osada T, Tanji Y (2009) Site-specific recombination of T2 phage using IP008 long tail fiber genes provides a targeted method for expanding host range while retaining lytic activity. FEMS Microbiol Lett 295:211–217

9. Hagens S, Habel A, Ahsen U Von, Gabain A Von (2004) Therapy of Experimental Pseudomonas Infections with a Nonreplicating Genetically Modified Phage Therapy of Experimental Pseudomonas Infections with a Nonreplicating Genetically Modified Phage. Antimicrob Agents Chemother 46:3817–3822

Interning for Unilever

It’s been over a year since I did my internship at Unilever, and I’m still on a high every time I think about it. Being a Brand Building intern for 5 months has done me a lot of good, in terms of personal growth and other opportunities. I got to meet a lot of people in the fields of marketing, media, and advertising, and was able to work on several projects for a brand I learned to love. The idea of waking up at 4:30 in the morning was something I used to dread; but somehow, I managed to pick myself up every morning, and look forward to everything I had to accomplish for the day (for both work and school) - this is the kind of excitement that I want to keep chasing.

The best thing about an internship in a FMCG company is that projects keep on rolling; so there’s always a new thing to learn, especially if it’s your first time interning. I got to learn more about digital marketing and project management; go to shoots; and work on launches and events. Learning about the dynamic between clients and agencies was also an interesting thing to discover.

More than anything, I have great appreciation for my former boss, Mayan, who chose to take a chance on me. It was a stroke of luck to score an interview, but it’s her trust in me that continuously fuels my drive to do better. The work was challenging (and tiring at times), yes, but it was because of her guidance that motivated me to continuously work to follow through.

I guess, overall, while internships that demand for accountability is fulfilling (especially in success), having a good environment and a great boss makes the experience a thousand times better.

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30 BBY - Master of None
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Settlement Market, Fields of Banir, Dantooine, 30 BBY

Market was already bustling that day as Mal sat behind his stall, watching his goods. The sun was still low in the sky and and as it broke over the crest of the fields, he felt it brush his skin like an old lovers touch. He stretched. Mal was old, and his bones ached. He grinned at Desba, who ran the stall across from him.

“These old bones ache!” He called to the grizzled woman.

“You old Chalactan, always complaining! My bones ache too, but you don’t hear me crying about it,”

Mal laughed a deep, good natured chuckle. It was going to be a good day. The weather was mild and the sun was coming up and the clouds were few and far between. With luck, there would be only a little breeze. Yes. A good market day.

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I haven’t had a laptop or computer in months… it has turned me into a very friendly, crafty grandma. I spend most of my free time making horrible crafts and getting myself psyched over knitting patterns. I am also getting very familiar with the best antique shops in town. BOY DO I LOVE A GOOD BARGAIN.

My time as a salesman was brief but revealing. I had just moved to a new city and, struggling to find work, I applied for a job in the vague field of marketing. It’s a career that should come with a name tag which says: “The Most Annoying Man In The World.” As it turns out, “marketing” is also a really weird way to tell future employees that they’ll be selling satellite TV service packages in local Best Buys and Sam’s Clubs.

But despite seeing a road that was entirely made out of obstacles, I pursued my new career as The Most Annoying Man In The World. As such, for one month of my life I was a blemish on the face of mankind.

“5 Shocking Confessions Of The Worst Salesman In The World” by Daniel Dockery

amplivagant  asked:

Hi! So.. I am interested in biological anthropology as my major... my biggest question is about careers. going into college in the fall, people automatically jump to "oh so what about after college". i want to get at least a graduate degree if not phd. my question is, what are some careers you've heard of that are NOT academic. becoming a tenured professor is not what i'm looking for... any real life examples? etc?

Just letting you know, getting a PhD almost completely limits you to an academic career. That’s one of the dilemnas of applying to graduate school. The question of “Should I apply for a MA or PhD program” becomes “Do I want to do applied or be stuck in academia.” If you don't want a job in academia, don’t get a PhD (exceptions exceptions! I know there’s exceptions). And then when you try to get a job, you don’t need to market yourself as an anthropologist, but rather someone trained in anthropology

It’s a bit confusing and pretty difficult to think long term regarding anthropology if you aren’t already immersed in those courses. Anthropology, I cannot state enough, is a ridiculously large and holistic field. I love it, but sometimes it’s entirely too encompassing. It can touch literally anything. Even its sub-fields are also exceedingly broad. 

For biological anthropology, consider what it is you’re interested in. And take a shitton of classes in that area and a shitton of classes in other disciplines semi-related to that area. 

Now for actual careers related to biological anthropology:

  • Forensics. Now this one is tricky. Depending on where you’re applying, the exact position, and what you will actually be doing the qualifications for this is different. Overall, they’re 1. Hella impossible to get (I was told by an FBI forensics specialist, special agent, and their supervisor that an FBI spot doesn’t open unless someone dies and even then they already almost always have a candidate in mind), 2. depending exactly what you want to do, you might have to go to med school, 3. you will need to get specialized degrees and possibly even a PhD for this. 
  • CRM (Cultural Resource Management). More relevant to archaeologists but bear with me a moment. It does not necessarily require a MA or PhD depending on where you are and what position you’re applying for.
  • Bioarchaeologists. This is, for the most part, academic. There are some people who like to dig and not do the academic writing and stress related things, but they usually work for CRM’s or other things like that and are called/hired to help/consult on digs.
  • There’s of course, always lab techs. Which are also heavily sought for. You’ll have to be diligent about those. 
  • Applied Anthropometry. So the private sector is always a good place to go to. You will work with engineers and designers to create biomechanics engineered for humans. (coughNASAcough)
  • Museums! Don’t forget the museums route. It’s also super, super competitive and I’m sure the museum people on Tumblr, while nice and amazing as they are, would probably kill you if you take their job from them. 
  • Public Health/Global Health/Epidemiology. Do I even need to go into detail with this? You’ll usually need at least an MPH for these jobs, but oh boy would it be worth it. 
  • Medical Anthropology. Speaking of health, there’s medical anthropology. Usually requires a PhD and is for the most part academic, but there are definitely applied programs and organizations that definitely needs medical anthropologists. 
  • Zookeeper and Research. You can be a zookeeper! Or you can also do animal research in a captive setting. It’s pretty great, but I’m also biased here. 
  • Conservation. Now that we’ve started talking about animals, you can consider doing conservation work. Usually conservation work is publicized as helping just the animals, but actually, it’s so much more than that. It’s helping the animals, ecology, and the people living there. But again, I am also pretty biased. 

No matter where you end up going, there’s always a lot of options, but the problem is whether or not those options are open and available to you. While this is something that seems like an issue to just anthropology majors, it’s not necessarily the case – this problem applies to literally everyone of all fields. The job market is scary and it’s always uncertain whether or not you will make it regardless of your major. You just gotta buckle down and get to know as many people as possible, because in the end, your connections and relationships to others is potentially what will decide your unemployment status. 

Best of luck!

Steyr AUG

Austrian bullpup that has been in service for decades, making it one of the more successful designs to be fielded. Right now the market gives you the option to go with U.S made clones from MSAR, original Steyr imports, or current production models. The AUG gained some pop culture notoriety as one of the Governor’s weapons from The Walking Dead. (GRH)

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Rolling Stones, Brown Sugar.

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“Brown Sugar”

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he’s doing alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight
Brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should
Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin’ where it’s gonna stop
House boy knows that he’s doing alright
You shoulda heard him just around midnight
Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now
Ah, get along, brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, got me feelin’ now, brown sugar just like a black girl should
I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all here boyfriends were sweet sixteen
I’m no schoolboy but I know what I like
You shoulda heard me just around midnight
Brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
How come you…how come you taste so good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Just like a…just like a black girl should
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

Those who fight the ocean.

In the beginning, there were only three islands, with three peoples. The strong, the hearty, and the wise.

The ocean was angry, “You are the strongest village, run or I will ruin you.” The wave came, but they were so strong they defeated it. The villagers laughed at the ocean. Then the second came, and they fought it. They panted. Wave after wave came, and consumed them.

But the ocean was not done, for it was angry. “You are the heartiest of people. Run, or I will ruin you.” Their houses were strong, and they had intellect enough to build them well. They laughed at the ocean. The ocean came relentlessly, washing away all the crops and cattle until the village starved.

But the ocean was still angry. “You are the wisest village. Run, or I will ruin you.” The wise did not laugh, for they knew toil and pain. They were not bold or hearty. They built boats, and though it pained them to see their village in ruin, they learned to ride the waves and to live off the ocean.

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