update

in december i finished CRC and am now all graduamated. soon i will get a piece of paper in the mail that calls me 'master' or something. it seems like a tactic credit-card companies should look into. after all, i gave NYU a buttload of money for a bunch of 'credits.'

on monday i start work as a copy editor for a national art magazine, thus fulfilling my vow not to work for any publication that uses the word 'fab.' (it shouldn't be too hard to figure out which mag it is by looking at this blog, but i remain paranoid about anonymity/workplace appropriateness within posts).

the great thing about the job will likely be the people and the (finally) paid magazine experience. working for a cultural publication is exactly what i want, and i'm relieved to get there without a pointless/existentially depraved detour into the slum-trap of women's magazines.¹ the not-great thing about the job is the noncompete agreement, which forbids me from writing for other art magazines. not a huge deal, but i did have my sights set on cabinet, which, now that i'm barred from submitting, is bathed in a glow of allure and untouchability previously occupied only by harper's.

¹incidentally, i did interview at one of these places—a mainstream women's mag with recipes and tips on powerwalking and flower-and-bauble arrangements on the cover (their dotage on vases and round objects is downright reproductive). what cost me the job? perhaps it was the moment my interviewer asked me what i thought of the magazine, and i told her it wasn't as bad as cosmo.