A To Do List of Sorts

*sigh* another vacation gone, with very very little work done. But I do feel my creative mojo working again, which helps. I'm hoping I'll be able to get some work done on the train tomorrow, including, but not limited to:

1. this week's Life Is column
2. Reaction paper for AW&P
3. Expanded project explanation outline for same class. (Which will probably be largely cribbed from most recent post to diaryland. Ask Carly about possibility of using contact sheets (or copy of)to go with it.
4. personal statement for the Schafer award.
5. outline for women writers paper (which may be pushed off to weekend, as I can't hand everything in ahead of time).

and as always, reading reading, reading. *sigh*
I was looking through old ASPs tonight, and I was amazed at how GOOD they were, especially during sophomore year. We really had something. If only silly things like graduation hadn't gotten in our way, we really could have done a lot. It really pisses me off when people slag off the ASP. I mean, sure, we haven't been that hot lately, but there were moments where for a student paper, we were pretty fucking great. Hell, I'm proud of what I did during that time, and I'd like to invite any critics of this to get off their asses and spend the sleepless, thankless, stress-filled nights I (and my coworkers) spent putting that monster out every week. It's easy to sit back and criticize when you have no help, no money, and essentially voluntary personnel. We worked HARD. And every once in awhile, we got it right. We weren't professional, even though that's the standards that were imposed on us. We were supposed to be as good or better than the ny times, even though we were a bunch of rest deprived college kids, sometimes with very little journalism experience. I still bristle at the idea of us being 'just the asp.' If any of the detractors could have spent a thursday night in the office with the group I knew, they probably would come away with an appreciation of the ass-busting we did, or those with journalism experience would probably see that we aren't any different than any other newspaper out there. A friend (who left albany to go on to an internship at the times) told me that the times is essentially 'the asp with a bigger budget.' The people there are still the same bunch of sleep-deprived oddballs who bitch about the hours, make fun of everyone outside of their journalistic circle and love what they do in spite of complaining about it nonstop. So yeah.

(ooh...is that the personal statement or a column? hmmm)

It's starting to get down to it. The last gasp. the crush. The end. It's terrifying. And that's probably what will keep me up as I'm trying to sleep. *sigh*

A To Do List of Sorts

*sigh* another vacation gone, with very very little work done. But I do feel my creative mojo working again, which helps. I'm hoping I'll be able to get some work done on the train tomorrow, including, but not limited to:

1. this week's Life Is column
2. Reaction paper for AW&P
3. Expanded project explanation outline for same class. (Which will probably be largely cribbed from most recent post to diaryland. Ask Carly about possibility of using contact sheets (or copy of)to go with it.
4. personal statement for the Schafer award.
5. outline for women writers paper (which may be pushed off to weekend, as I can't hand everything in ahead of time).

and as always, reading reading, reading. *sigh*
I was looking through old ASPs tonight, and I was amazed at how GOOD they were, especially during sophomore year. We really had something. If only silly things like graduation hadn't gotten in our way, we really could have done a lot. It really pisses me off when people slag off the ASP. I mean, sure, we haven't been that hot lately, but there were moments where for a student paper, we were pretty fucking great. Hell, I'm proud of what I did during that time, and I'd like to invite any critics of this to get off their asses and spend the sleepless, thankless, stress-filled nights I (and my coworkers) spent putting that monster out every week. It's easy to sit back and criticize when you have no help, no money, and essentially voluntary personnel. We worked HARD. And every once in awhile, we got it right. We weren't professional, even though that's the standards that were imposed on us. We were supposed to be as good or better than the ny times, even though we were a bunch of rest deprived college kids, sometimes with very little journalism experience. I still bristle at the idea of us being 'just the asp.' If any of the detractors could have spent a thursday night in the office with the group I knew, they probably would come away with an appreciation of the ass-busting we did, or those with journalism experience would probably see that we aren't any different than any other newspaper out there. A friend (who left albany to go on to an internship at the times) told me that the times is essentially 'the asp with a bigger budget.' The people there are still the same bunch of sleep-deprived oddballs who bitch about the hours, make fun of everyone outside of their journalistic circle and love what they do in spite of complaining about it nonstop. So yeah.

(ooh...is that the personal statement or a column? hmmm)

It's starting to get down to it. The last gasp. the crush. The end. It's terrifying. And that's probably what will keep me up as I'm trying to sleep. *sigh*