Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
How I've managed to remain five feet under, as opposed to six
So,
I haven't blogged about anything in almost three years There was a time, long ago, when myspace.com overruled the wave of facebook; where it was just "a place for friends", rather than a free, and more invasive version of eharmoney. And through using myspace, I would fill my "blog space" with random rants about city drivers, general education requirements in college, insufficient funds, what have you. However, now that I am in graduate school and attempting to take my upcoming career as serious as possible, I feel it is time for me to enter the 21st century, and blog the hell out of everything I can.
A little background:
Not to sound redundant (most of my classmates are in my wednesday night class as well), but here it goes.
I was born and raised in Danbury, CT, where I moved out of my house at 17 and to New Haven. I attended SCSU for a tragic five and a half years. Did you know that Southern will literally not allow you to graduate if you do not complete college gym? This was mildly shocking when I went to go buy a cap and gown, and the woman at the bookstore informed me that my 60,000$ education is useless if I do not complete "fit for life".
Anyway. I majored in creative writing with a minor focusing on electronic music. This translates to, "I never want a job". During my time at Southern, I began to intern at the New Haven Register for a small publication called PLAY.
PLAY was the editorial equivalent to Syberia. The magazine was a once a week arts and entertainment guide that consisted of four writers. After ten days, I was promoted to a staff writer. PLAY was the best job I've ever had though. I had responsibilities, deadlines, and the advantage of it being a small publication, gave me the opportunity to conduct interviews, both in studio and out. However glitzy and radical rock and roll journalism seems to be, my job lasted no more than a year due to the lack of funds and lack of print media in general.
Ideally, I eventually want to travel and write for a major publication. Magazines like Vanity Fair and Interview remain completely unscathed by this alleged "recession", and honestly, it gives me some glimmer of hope for my future.
To be honest, I know nothing about formula or format. I am technologically handicapped, and I am scared to death of graduate school. With that being said, I am passionate. My desire to achieve and obtain a career in journalism has no longer become something I want, but something I need. I feel as though the motivation I possess will help me overcome my fears throughout this program.
After I lost my job at PLAY, I was surprised at how difficult it was for me to find employment in general. I've worked in the restaurant business for eight years and it is something I have always kept because of the consistency and cash flow. Bartending is something that has become second nature to me.
I currently work for a more "corporate" establishment. A restaurant that is also a brewery where I have been for over a year.
When I was first hired at SBC, I had bright purple hair and three piercings in my face. Being the corporate, straight laced, right wing conservative environment that it is, I had to alter my entire physical appearance because I was deemed "offensive". Damn the man, right?
I haven't blogged about anything in almost three years There was a time, long ago, when myspace.com overruled the wave of facebook; where it was just "a place for friends", rather than a free, and more invasive version of eharmoney. And through using myspace, I would fill my "blog space" with random rants about city drivers, general education requirements in college, insufficient funds, what have you. However, now that I am in graduate school and attempting to take my upcoming career as serious as possible, I feel it is time for me to enter the 21st century, and blog the hell out of everything I can.
A little background:
Not to sound redundant (most of my classmates are in my wednesday night class as well), but here it goes.
I was born and raised in Danbury, CT, where I moved out of my house at 17 and to New Haven. I attended SCSU for a tragic five and a half years. Did you know that Southern will literally not allow you to graduate if you do not complete college gym? This was mildly shocking when I went to go buy a cap and gown, and the woman at the bookstore informed me that my 60,000$ education is useless if I do not complete "fit for life".
Anyway. I majored in creative writing with a minor focusing on electronic music. This translates to, "I never want a job". During my time at Southern, I began to intern at the New Haven Register for a small publication called PLAY.
PLAY was the editorial equivalent to Syberia. The magazine was a once a week arts and entertainment guide that consisted of four writers. After ten days, I was promoted to a staff writer. PLAY was the best job I've ever had though. I had responsibilities, deadlines, and the advantage of it being a small publication, gave me the opportunity to conduct interviews, both in studio and out. However glitzy and radical rock and roll journalism seems to be, my job lasted no more than a year due to the lack of funds and lack of print media in general.
Ideally, I eventually want to travel and write for a major publication. Magazines like Vanity Fair and Interview remain completely unscathed by this alleged "recession", and honestly, it gives me some glimmer of hope for my future.
To be honest, I know nothing about formula or format. I am technologically handicapped, and I am scared to death of graduate school. With that being said, I am passionate. My desire to achieve and obtain a career in journalism has no longer become something I want, but something I need. I feel as though the motivation I possess will help me overcome my fears throughout this program.
After I lost my job at PLAY, I was surprised at how difficult it was for me to find employment in general. I've worked in the restaurant business for eight years and it is something I have always kept because of the consistency and cash flow. Bartending is something that has become second nature to me.
I currently work for a more "corporate" establishment. A restaurant that is also a brewery where I have been for over a year.
When I was first hired at SBC, I had bright purple hair and three piercings in my face. Being the corporate, straight laced, right wing conservative environment that it is, I had to alter my entire physical appearance because I was deemed "offensive". Damn the man, right?
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