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I'm late! --The White Rabbit |
Thursday, February 4, 1999 The Journalist's Paradox The inherent problem with journals is that the more that goes on in your life, the more you have to write about... but the less time you have in which to write it. Which sums up why this entry is late, and why the Friday entry isn't going to be written until Saturday night. Sorry about that, but I shall catch up; there's plenty to say.
So, really briefly: I turned down the job offer, was reoffered it with fewer hours, and have decided to turn it down again anyway. The real problem is the commute; if the same hours were offered for a job on campus, I'd almost certainly go for it. My classes are going okay so far. My art professor liked most of the stuff I did for homework, and in class, so that much is well with the world. Our medium right now is black and white construction paper. We'll be graduating to colored construction paper eventually, and finally turning to acrylic paint by the end of the semester. I hope to commandeer the paper's scanner next week, so I can show you my exciting designs using circles, squares, and triangles, but I can't guarantee anything. My column in the paper was really short this week; we didn't have enough material to go for two pages, so I got the last quarter-page or so under the other columnist. So it's short, and rather cynically sarcastic, at that. Contrary to what was suggested in a previous entry, there is no book review in this week's paper under my byline. On the other hand, some guy wrote a review of Torn Shapes of Desire, by Mary Anne Mohanraj, but that is obviously a coincidence. As Heather points out, I don't write about love or sex, so it's absurd to think I'd review a book of erotica, right? (Thank goodness for pseudonyms.) Anyway, I have to run. Sorry about the delays, and stay tuned... |
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