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Back when I was a student at the fair institution known as Albion College writing papers with pretentious titles like “American Societal Constructs as Fuel for Resistance: ‘The Heroic Slave’ and Blues for Mister Charlie“, I was also busy with The Pleiad, the college newspaper and gigantic vacuum of free time. I studied journalism in school so that when people would ask me if I was going to be a teacher and I would tell them no (because I was an English major, therefore, I had to be burning with desire to be a teacher), they wouldn’t feel sorry for me because I could say “well, I’m studying journalism.” As a journalism student, I spent two semesters as a writer, two semesters as an editor, and one semester as co-editor-in-chief with my friend (and wifey) Emily. (And then when I graduated I worked as a stringer for eight months and wanted to kill myself every day. You try writing stories about city council and school board meetings for $60 a pop and see if the notion of throwing yourself off a building into the river doesn’t get mighty tempting.) Anyway, I’m pretty sure she wrote for the paper before this, but during my e-in-c semester, Sarah was a staff editor and we had a lot of fun seeing (and subsequently reviewing) movies for The Pleiad. Like The Mexican (and I still wish I had used the headline “Brad Pitt is the sexycan”). Among others. Anyway, today, she wrote this post that included the text from a newspaper field trip to a local antiques store, which I will link here. As I commented there, I wish I had that damn postcard. At least once a month. At least.

What’s the point of this post? I don’t know. Guess I’m just reminiscing a bit. And while I’m reminiscing, I’ll just say that my experiences working on the paper (the layout parts especially) guarantee that I will never turn into one of those damn Mac people. They always say that Macs never crash and that they’re so much better than PCs for graphic design and blah blah yackity schmackity and you know what? They lie. Don’t even start with me, Mac people. For I have been inside of your sleek plastic world and I want none of it. And no, the fact that I love my iPod does not make me a hypocrite. Or maybe it does. Whatever.
Right. Still no point then.

So, in case you were wondering, yes. I was a geek in college, too. A newspaper geek. Awesome. Goodnight.

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