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aruanAnd because everything can be put in terms of the Beatles, I feel fine.
We ate brie and bread and Pirouettes in French and talked about the future with the man who starts over with it all every five years or so with a new wife and kid, McKeen, on WEDNESDAY. And with it also ended my undergraduate career. In my more ambitious moments, I come back to study law or education. In others, my fling with higher education was good, but it's time to move on. [/Education]
So, I was wrong. It took until 6 a.m. THURSDAY night (because it's still the same day before you go to bed) to finish putting together my final edition of the Alligator, perhaps the most coveted (by everyone, office and Student Government alike) of all - the fake edition. Between a quote section that (out of context as it is) would make us unemployable for the rest of our lives, stories defaming the spokesman for Gainesville Police and poking fun at the acronym-happy culture population and two scandalous cartoons by our dearest Marlette, it was simultaneously the most honest thing we've ever put to paper. [/Alligator]
My final to-do item was crossed off after an overdue extended conversation with Features Editor Neil at the office banquet FRIDAY. Besides that, four writers, two editors one desk chief and one production manager all told me they valued and respected me as a colleague. [/Office]
After so many episodes of Nip/Tuck, one not only swears off plastic surgery but gains a healthy respect for the benefit of admitting flaws and looking at the reasons behind our perceived inadequacies and self-empowerment, which for me happened SATURDAY. As soon as I'm out of Gainesville, I'm acquiring a gym membership and eating at least one green thing a day. [/Unhealthiness]
I've well and truly acquired a new fandom, though that's been a month now. But I'll mark the milestone with SUNDAY's all-night coding binge, complete with Photoshopping of buttons and backgrounds and brushing up on my color hexadecimals. If nothing else, I need a place to post my recs because damn, my fandom has Rodney McKay, and he is a fount of everything we breathe for in a character. [/Fannish Malaise]
Sitting in Starbucks on MONDAY, I realized I didn't know any of the baristas or patrons. Miranda and I were frequent enough to recognize and be greeted, but the people around me were strangers. And instead of that protective-mine clench, I smiled and didn't linger too much over my Gingerbread Latte. This is theirs now, I realized. UF, Gainesville, the downtown Starbucks, they've been good to me, have raised me and been the kind of home I needed to become a real person with a purpose. But I'm done here, and it's theirs now. [/Gainesville]
Reason No. 5615742572 why Steph Garry can shove it - my grammar may not have been to her taste, but as of TUESDAY it's good enough for The New York Times, at whose Lakeland Ledger I will be gainfully employed in the near future. Of some concern is Andy's "You're graduating this Saturday, right?" I hope to god he doesn't mean for me to walk from the stage into the office, as at the very minimum I'd need to find a place to lay my head. [/College Life]
Unrelatedly:
-I've had We Built This City on Rock 'n' Roll in my head for about as long, thanks all to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
throughadoor's icon. I've been turning it over and over in my head, trying to figure out what it could reference or be a joke about, but Miranda tells me it's one of those things that just is. Like Rodney, I have trouble with the concept. But what a great song to have back in my life nonetheless.
-Nip/Tuck grows ever more Queer As Folk plastic surgery AU with every passing episode. Sorry, but you can't punch your "partner" in the mouth and say "I loved you most of all" without comment.
-Watched The Soup the other day, and the only bit of gossip I didn't already know was about the guy who does the Harry Potter audio books saying Harry will die in Book Seven. Not that he has any way of knowing that, or that it's something I don't already believe myself, but that's not the bit that should've been new to me.
-Tried a Powerbar during our editors' gifts shopping excursion Friday. Tasty! Also, am genius gift giver - beer around the world plus pilsner glasses for Bridget and for Emily, a "survival kit" of Pepto Bismol, aforementioned Powerbars, bath salts, dart board, Excedrin, and every other necessity that comes with having enemies and plotting late to foil them. I mean, put out a newspaper. Probably should've included some D vitamins.
-Ice skating remains one of the Best Things Ever. I just wish the amateurs would stop freaking out when one of us who know what we're doing get too close - I haven't hit one yet who's managed to stay sane, and swerving hasn't required stitches since I was 12.
We ate brie and bread and Pirouettes in French and talked about the future with the man who starts over with it all every five years or so with a new wife and kid, McKeen, on WEDNESDAY. And with it also ended my undergraduate career. In my more ambitious moments, I come back to study law or education. In others, my fling with higher education was good, but it's time to move on. [/Education]
So, I was wrong. It took until 6 a.m. THURSDAY night (because it's still the same day before you go to bed) to finish putting together my final edition of the Alligator, perhaps the most coveted (by everyone, office and Student Government alike) of all - the fake edition. Between a quote section that (out of context as it is) would make us unemployable for the rest of our lives, stories defaming the spokesman for Gainesville Police and poking fun at the acronym-happy culture population and two scandalous cartoons by our dearest Marlette, it was simultaneously the most honest thing we've ever put to paper. [/Alligator]
My final to-do item was crossed off after an overdue extended conversation with Features Editor Neil at the office banquet FRIDAY. Besides that, four writers, two editors one desk chief and one production manager all told me they valued and respected me as a colleague. [/Office]
After so many episodes of Nip/Tuck, one not only swears off plastic surgery but gains a healthy respect for the benefit of admitting flaws and looking at the reasons behind our perceived inadequacies and self-empowerment, which for me happened SATURDAY. As soon as I'm out of Gainesville, I'm acquiring a gym membership and eating at least one green thing a day. [/Unhealthiness]
I've well and truly acquired a new fandom, though that's been a month now. But I'll mark the milestone with SUNDAY's all-night coding binge, complete with Photoshopping of buttons and backgrounds and brushing up on my color hexadecimals. If nothing else, I need a place to post my recs because damn, my fandom has Rodney McKay, and he is a fount of everything we breathe for in a character. [/Fannish Malaise]
Sitting in Starbucks on MONDAY, I realized I didn't know any of the baristas or patrons. Miranda and I were frequent enough to recognize and be greeted, but the people around me were strangers. And instead of that protective-mine clench, I smiled and didn't linger too much over my Gingerbread Latte. This is theirs now, I realized. UF, Gainesville, the downtown Starbucks, they've been good to me, have raised me and been the kind of home I needed to become a real person with a purpose. But I'm done here, and it's theirs now. [/Gainesville]
Reason No. 5615742572 why Steph Garry can shove it - my grammar may not have been to her taste, but as of TUESDAY it's good enough for The New York Times, at whose Lakeland Ledger I will be gainfully employed in the near future. Of some concern is Andy's "You're graduating this Saturday, right?" I hope to god he doesn't mean for me to walk from the stage into the office, as at the very minimum I'd need to find a place to lay my head. [/College Life]
Unrelatedly:
-I've had We Built This City on Rock 'n' Roll in my head for about as long, thanks all to
throughadoor's icon. I've been turning it over and over in my head, trying to figure out what it could reference or be a joke about, but Miranda tells me it's one of those things that just is. Like Rodney, I have trouble with the concept. But what a great song to have back in my life nonetheless.-Nip/Tuck grows ever more Queer As Folk plastic surgery AU with every passing episode. Sorry, but you can't punch your "partner" in the mouth and say "I loved you most of all" without comment.
-Watched The Soup the other day, and the only bit of gossip I didn't already know was about the guy who does the Harry Potter audio books saying Harry will die in Book Seven. Not that he has any way of knowing that, or that it's something I don't already believe myself, but that's not the bit that should've been new to me.
-Tried a Powerbar during our editors' gifts shopping excursion Friday. Tasty! Also, am genius gift giver - beer around the world plus pilsner glasses for Bridget and for Emily, a "survival kit" of Pepto Bismol, aforementioned Powerbars, bath salts, dart board, Excedrin, and every other necessity that comes with having enemies and plotting late to foil them. I mean, put out a newspaper. Probably should've included some D vitamins.
-Ice skating remains one of the Best Things Ever. I just wish the amateurs would stop freaking out when one of us who know what we're doing get too close - I haven't hit one yet who's managed to stay sane, and swerving hasn't required stitches since I was 12.
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Date: March 25th, 2006 10:20 pm (UTC)The thing is, if rock 'n' roll is taken as more of a symbolic thing for what the genre stood for - recklessness, fearlessness, individuality, defying the Man, ultimate cool - it's perfect for the Atlantis crew. It's easy to forget that they love their jobs, the city and each other, whatwith all the constant doom and gloom. But looming threat of lifesucking aliens or not, they're making the city (and really, the Pegasus Galaxy) their own. For better *and* worse, just like rock 'n' roll.
Do you see how I can't let things be? It's a sickness.
if i recall correctly, we were watching robin hood: prince of thieves and started talking about how robin and his men built their treehouses on rock and roll, and then i was like, "i totally want an SGA icon that says 'we built this city on rock and roll.'" i was stoned at the time
Ahahaha, that's a fantastic story. Thanks for sharing, I really did want to know the creation myth of that icon. But personally, if anyone's version of Robin Hood is built on rock 'n' roll, it's definitely Mel Brooks'. They're manly men in tights!