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Today was exciting because…

1 Sep

today the Online News Association announced that the the Forward and the St. Louis Beacon are finalists for Online Journalism Awards!!! This is exciting because I’ve worked at these two places. But even more exciting: I was with my boss at the Forward on my last day there when he heard the news. And less than a minute later, my phone buzzed with an e-mail from my boss from last summer at the Beacon, breaking the news of the nomination. Although I am unqualified to judge—and I am obviously biased—based on what I know, these two publications deserve the recognition and much more.

In other news: spent the morning working on Spec’s orientation issue, wrote a blog post for Spec, bumped into several administrators, and finished up work at the Forward. I’m going to miss the people there, and I already miss my job at the Daily News. School is coming soooooon… senior year. Oh boy.

It’s Saturday night

12 Jul

and I’m working on an article (for the Forward.) It’s the only time I have to polish things up before deadline. But I don’t resent it, because I think this one is going to be pretty meaningful. We shall see. I just don’t feel like I’m in the zone for a hardcore editing session yet. Hopefully five minutes of distractions will cure that… and maybe I’ll even finish with enough time to get some sleep for work tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I just read about the AP’s court confirmation strategy. Pretty smart for a company usually characterized as old media. Their Twitter, AP_Courtside, is already soliciting questions from readers.

Also, I’ve had unusually vivid dreams lately. One of them was a bizarre reflection on sleepaway camp. In another, for some reason, the News office was housed in the St. Louis Beacon building (weird because one is based in NY and the other in the middle of the country.. Also weird because the Beacon doesn’t have its own building), and some supernatural disaster caused a glass ceiling to cave in on top of us. All sorts of things rained down on the building, including these brown, dirty, rectangles. Since the News didn’t have me on anything at the moment, I offered to help the Beacon’s coverage of the tragedy. So I took to the apocalyptic streets, notebook in hand, to end up … in Harlem. Which is decidedly not in Missouri. Sheesh.

Stendhal’s book is a brilliant picaresque. He’s great at capturing social subtleties. I find myself savoring over details, and reading so so so slowly. At this rate, I won’t finish until the end of the summer.