hooray for backposting! i meant to add this at the time and now i'm typing in preview mode and the letters pop up in the heading right as i type them.

yesterday i interviewed for an internship at a magazine i'd really like to work for. i thought i would just be talking to this one scruffy guy who recently graduated from my program, but instead i was faced with a mini-conference room of 3 important people to charm. i think it worked—they asked me to bare my soul, talk about my dream job, what i really want from work and hence life, and i totally confessed to wanting to be a series of old men: harper's ed lewis lapham, septagenarian (but so sexy!) brit artman john berger, and my media theory hero thomas de z, the only one of the group under 60. i left feeling pried open and good, but slightly embarrassed in that morning-after way, when you wake up realizing you got too drunk on a first date and revealed your soul to a cute guy you'd like to see again, except he hardly talked about himself at all.