t seems odd writing a blog this week, as my online column was very
blog-like. I feel guilty about that column, and I don’t expect anybody
to read
it. I pity the poor copy editor who had to write the headline, as it
wasn’t
really about the Grammys, but they did the best with what they had.
The Shaka’s (a.k.a. Aaron Shakra) blog last week resonated with many
things
I’ve been dealing with associated with my forthcoming graduation. There
are
too many questions, opportunities, regrets and unknowns to deal with.
My
response to such bigness is to freeze up — which is basically what
happened on
Tuesday. I did the same thing when I was applying for college. To me,
the idea
that I can go anywhere is terrifying. I ended up choosing the
University by
default because I didn’t want to go to any of the other schools that
accepted
me.
Not that I made a bad decision; I just won’t be able to employ the
same
process. Talking with my dad about the situation, we decided I need “a
plan.”
This plan could be as general as moving to Boston for six months and
seeing if
I can get a job. Of course, I would like more security, like having a
job
before I move across the country. But I suppose I can’t be too
picky.
On the travel note, there will be a mass Emerald exodus to Seattle
this
weekend for some big journalism workshop thing. Isn’t that terrible?
I’m
going, but I don’t know what it’s called or what hotel we’re staying
at.
Anyway, you’re bound to hear about it in more than one blog next week.
But I have an ulterior motive for going. I want to track down the
two
creators of Penny
Arcade, one of my favorite online comics, for an interview. They
live in
the Seattle area, and I think that would be a great start to an article
I’ve
been wanting to do about online comics and flash animations. Wish me
luck.
One last thing. I’ve been stewing on why I enjoy writing and reading
such
self-indulgent material. If you are reading this for reasons other than
co-worker politeness, you may have some thoughts on the matter. I would
love
to hear them. I figure it has something to do with our obsession with
celebrity and the accessible public platform provided by the Internet.
Put
your thought caps on, kiddies!
Ta.