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Island Press Staff Picks

This week's pick is from Senior Editor, Heather Boyer. From Heather:
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On Interning at Island Press: The Marketing and Publicity Departments

In this second installment, Micaela Samodelov writes about what it's like to intern in the marketing and publicity departments. I applied for a publicity internship at Island Press because I was drawn to the organization’s goal to provide individuals with the information and tools they need to put ideas into practice. Interning with the Marketing and Publicity department gives me the opportunity to learn firsthand about the ways the press connects its products to the audiences most likely to take full advantage of them.
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Loving and Hating Zoning

Americans have a love-hate relationship with zoning. When we need a permit to do something new with our land or buildings it seems like a bureaucratic maze that takes far too long to navigate. But when our neighbor wants to do something new and different with her land we want notice ahead of time – and maybe a meeting or hearing so we can object to it. Planners and “zoners” live with this tension every day. Whether you want zoning and land use permits to go fast or slow depends a lot on whether you are the applicant or the neighbor.
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On Interning at Island Press: CAKE and the Development Department

What's it like to be an intern at Island Press? Nathalie von Veh gives you an idea in our first in the series: On Interning at Island Press. I came to Island Press with enthusiasm and excitement. Island Press bridged both my academic and personal interests. I was inspired by the organization’s commitment to initiate change with ideas. I started as an intern in January 2012 to work with CAKE (the Climate Change Adaptation Knowledge Exchange) and the Development department.
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Rants from the Hill: Sorry, Utah

Out here in the high elevation desert of Silver Hills the country is rough and remote. Much of it is so inaccessible that the common detritus of the dominant endemic species, Hillbillicus nevadensis (var.redneckii), is nowhere to be seen. So while the rutted, dusty BLM roads in the sage-filled valley bottoms are beribboned with spent shell casings, Coors light bottles, and empty cans of chew, there’s simply no easy way to litter the steep, rocky high country.

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