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Saturday, May 18, 2002
the beat... stops
I interned for an alternative weekly called Buffalo Beat the summer after my freshman year of college. I loved it. The paper covered the basics: city council races, Starbucks-ization and where to find good jazz. Sure, sometimes I acted like a stuck-up Medill brat (a little, and only because they didn't even have a style guide for pete's sake!) But eventually I found out they were pretty cool, and because of them I still want to work at an alternative weekly someday. Unfortunately the paper changed owners/editors after I left, and recently it got bought by its competition and went under. Here's how.
23:06
Friday, May 17, 2002
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Why it's hard to weblog sometimes: "There is a limited amount of time and I'm spending mine making memories instead of writing about them." (Karenika.com)
17:19
Thursday, May 16, 2002
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You've probably all seen this one, but if not, it may be useful for you magazine types. Ed2010: "A group for young editors who are looking to land their dream magazine jobs by the year 2010."
18:58
Wednesday, May 15, 2002
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Jell-O shots: kid-tested, mother-approved.
21:44
Tuesday, May 14, 2002
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From Acoustic Guitar magazine: 100 Essential Acoustic Guitar Recordings.
19:19
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I've been reading the gus since the early days o' the Den, when he was living with a bunch of people in a falling-apart house and begging for a borrowed laptop to take on a roadtrip. Now he's a spiffy computer something-or-other in New York, and he recently went to Iceland. Since I've been too lazy to post about my trip there last year, read about his.
18:15
duck and deli story
Walking home from class today, I noticed a guy coming toward me on the sidewalk (a typical college guy: backpack, sweatshirt, walking fast), being followed by a duck (a typical duck: glossy feathers, webbed feet, waddling quickly). It trailed at his heels like a lost puppy, and I tried not to laugh, but it was a duck. Walking down the sidewalk. The guy glanced behind him to see what I thought was funny, but he didn't look low enough, so he missed it. As I passed the duck, it turned around and began to follow *me*. People laughed and commented as we passed them. Yes, me and my duck. We were quite the pair for a block or so, until the duck got distracted by a patch of mud. Half a block later, I stopped in to the deli for a cookie and told them about the duck. "It better not stop in here," Bob joked. "My brother really likes duck." John nodded and said, "Oh yeah, I'd get out a knife and fork." I looked horrified. "But you wouldn't eat a friend of Lindsay's..." Bob said. Instead of replying, John hurried to the door and looked down the sidewalk in both directions. Luckily the duck was gone.
17:12
Monday, May 13, 2002
update
Just got back from a weekend retreat in Wisconsin. I didn't get locked out this time, and I didn't screw up Mass again. But my bedroom was located, very appropriately, directly above the front door which once cruelly denied me entrance. And I did meet some very cool people, once again proving me wrong: Northwestern students (and Catholic ones, at that) *can* be fun. I actually helped organize the retreat, and I'm really glad I did. For some reason the middle of this year, from November to April, seemed like a huge blur where I didn't learn anything or change at all. Going on this retreat made me realize how far I'd come. More in the next megaphone. (Also cool: Patrick had fun, too.
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