I will cause the words "Human Sustainability" to be as common a household phrase worldwide as "Environmental Sustainability" is in the Pacific Northwest.                                                 

I currently live in Portland, Oregon.  My third relocation in five years.  I have a wanderlust, and a love for new challenges, new experiences, and occasions for growth.  Being 3000 miles away from everyone and everything I know has presented me with more opportunities to know myself and live outside of my comfort zone than I could have ever imagined. 

I love the complexities of this planet, the people that inhabit it, and what role our environment and biology have on how we live.  I consistently strive for answers about myself, my community and the world around me.  I do this wherever I am, whatever I am doing:  On the slopes of Mt. Hood snowboarding.  How can I get my turn smoother?  In my office, crunching numbers for the budget.  Why are we not seeing results with our marketing plan even though we allocated all this money to developing it?  In the sterile walls of my doctor's office. What are the barriers to curing Autism?  Paddling out to sea on my surfboard. Why is the Pacific so much colder than the Atlantic?  Does this play a part in the size and strength of the waves? Arguing with my family.  What stressors are causing my brother to act this way?  Some have labeled me as "over-analytical" or "too empathetic", "a pro-bono therapist".  However, I do not see these traits as character flaws.  I see them as unique strengths.  These strengths will best be applied in the field of Genetics/Genetic Counseling and Neuroscience.

Knowledge alone is not power.  Doing something with that knowledge is.  Does not a cure for genetic disease need to be found?  Does not a cure for environmental "illness" need to be found?  What about mental illness?  The answers to all of these questions are intricately tied together.  Exploration of the biological, psychological and environmental cause and effect web that is Life forever poses new questions.  Can the child who is born with a genetic pre-disposition to Borderline Personality Disorder be raised in an environment that won't trigger the development of the disease?  Or is that child destined to develop it at some point no matter what?  Can we find the gene that pre-disposes that child and turn it off?  Are the answers for preventing Alzheimer's or cancer in the manipulation of our genes, manipulation of our environment, or both?

I would like to uncover the answers to these questions.   I want to educate people about new discoveries made in genetics.  I feel empowered when I can share my knowledge with others, helping them better their lives.  This feeds the flames of my quest for knowledge.  One person's passion can ignite others into action, expanding over social, economic and cultural boundaries.

I want to be a part of the climbing of mountains.  What I discover along the way will be shared with as many as possible.  Just as each mountain I've climbed thus far has had varying terrain and indigenous life, so will my ascent to the "Human Sustainability" summit.

cravings to your slavings in and out of my shared Apocalypse
when will it by my turn to learn your language of the netherworld
you speak in tongues to me, with blinded hands I see
living in this soul sucking box, nothing shocks anymore

I am an angry mongrel, ready for a fight
I see in restless fragments everything too bright
Defying what is expected
I need to keep those dreams protected

Moving through the prickled stream
I won't even gasp a scream
Patience for what I see out there
denial swallows my angry stare

cravings to your slavings in and out of my shared Apocalypse
when will it by my turn to learn your language of the netherworld
you speak in tongues to me, with blinded hands I see
living in this soul sucking box, nothing shocks anymore

a little drop over the walls I've made
my tears turn to growls, your sun in my shade
the razors edge of your drippy lies
i take aim with pleasure, peel those colorless cries

one here, one there, the jagged relapse
on the cocoa mountain is where you collapse
I stomp through the folds of the compliant one
I will have it all, I have finally won

cravings to your slavings in and out of my shared Apocalypse
when will it by my turn to learn your language of the netherworld
you speak in tongues to me, with blinded hands I see
living in this soul sucking box, nothing shocks anymore