There’s an elephant in the blog. About six months ago, I posted about a break-up, or — as Alex and I now like to refer to it — that hilarious time she we made a huge mistake. As one typically does in these situations, I informed a few friends of the news. And very soon after, I reneged. Whoops. (All for the better!)
Now that I’ve taken care of that, let’s get back to it. Here’s a recap of the last few months in list form.
Believe it or not, my life has not changed since my New York Times microfame. I am still uninsured (although this is supposedly changing soon according to eHealthInsurance.com), and I’m still working hard to make a living. I was very tickled, though, that some people noticed my mention on their own! Thanks.
I’ve continued to neglect Gitnerblog in favor of my duties as Blog Editor at NPR, but I just posted my second blog post for NPR’s i.e. blog. Check it out here or read the except below.
“I’m scared.” Sometimes I say this out loud to myself before I go to bed. Not every night, of course. “I’m scared” is not my peculiar version of bedtime prayer. (I don’t do that either.) I just say it out loud to address the elephant in the room, to quell the fear.
So what am I scared of? I’m scared of what comes next and where I’ll end up. I’m not referring to the afterlife. I mean… what will I be doing in a few months? Where will I be living?
Roughly five months ago I graduated from college, and I could only find temporary work. To complement that, I found temporary housing in an eccentric group house in Georgetown. “Eccentric” is potentially too kind a word for the house I lived in. It was messy, and I shared my space with both mice and cockroaches, as well as the occasional hippie house guest. “How many hippies are sleeping on the floor today?” my roommate would ask me. We would even bet on it some mornings. My situation wasn’t ideal, but I felt some comfort in the consistency of things–even if it was just hippies sleeping on the floor. Then that arrangement expired.
While I’m clearly not producing daily content for Gitnerblog, I am editing daily content for another blog: NPR’s i.e. (or Intern Edition).
Yours truly is Blog Editor for i.e., and I’d love it if any Gitnerblog supporters would head over to the i.e. Blog to check out our posts.
When I have time, I also write for the i.e. blog. Check out my recent post on hearing my favorite song for the first time here or read below:
I saw The Royal Tenenbaums for the first time back in 2002. I don’t remember the exact occasion — it probably isn’t worth remembering: something involving my parents driving me to Blockbuster on a pathetically uneventful Friday night.
I do remember that my expectations were level.
That’s why I was totally unprepared for the following scene:
My life changed at 0:41 when, in the clip above, Margot Tenenbaum (played by Gwenyth Paltrow) took those slow motion steps from the Green Line Bus.
I lied. Due to lack of reliable internet at my temporary apartment and a fourth part-time job thrown in the mix, my online presence has slacked off.
On the bright side, I’m moving in with two IT professionals on October 1. If I have a computer problem, be confident that it will be resolved within 24 hours.
Readers, a blog post (or several) are slated for this weekend. I apologize for lack of consistency in entries, but life has accelerated to a faster pace as of late and I’m forced to choose between blogging and sleep. I have obviously been choosing sleep.
My lap top and I have a date this weekend, so stay tuned. Gitnerblog is alive and kicking.
I’m on a blogging high right now, because Matt from You Ain’t No Picasso has just commented on the Touch My Clickwheel blog! More than likely, you’re not sharing in my enthusiasm. BUT for some perspective, realize that YANP was my first blog love, my first introduction to mp3 blogs, and the inspiration for the TMC blog. I don’t know much about Matt, YANP’s creator, but he’s my pseudo-anonymous peer role model. Was that too many adjectives?
I’m a Political Economy major with seemingly unrelated career aspirations, and blogging has kept my dreams close to mind. Hence my excitement when one of my favorite bloggers stumbles across my meager website.
At Georgetown, students perceived as ambitious are usually reaching for investment banking and finance… for Lehman Brothers, for Merrill Lynch, for AIG, etc. Idealists and dreamers are seeking their fortunes elsewhere in “less serious” fields. With the sudden collapse and rescue of the aforementioned companies, I feel reassured in pursuing my passions. There’s no guaranteed money anywhere anymore, so why not go for what I want?
To be fair, I’m writing this before my potentially epic job search, but I still feel excited about the journey ahead. Alright. I promise my next post will be… less hopeful? Well, I can’t promise. Until then…
I’ve been neglecting the blog for the past 2 weeks or so, but never fear. While I haven’t been updating the blog, I’ve been thinkinga lot about updating the blog. True, actions speak louder than words but I will be blogging on a fairly consistent basis when the school year starts.
Get ready for life updates and commentary on… whatever I feel compelled to write about. It’s time to flex the blogging muscles.
I haven’t had much time to play around on the blog in a while and in a semi-frustrating battle between Blogger and me, I succumbed to leaving all “Living in London” Gitnerblog content here and just changing the rest to be less London-specific. So… if you’re feeling at all nostalgic, as I’m sure I will eventually, posts will still be here. If not, keep checking back here at the Gitnerblog for updates.
You know you’re old when the words, “Ohhh, my backkk” roll off your tongue like you were born to speak them. Well, my back hurts, but for good reason. I went to climb at 3PM today and didn’t get home ’til 8:30. It was good times though. In exciting news, Kate comes tomorrow morning! I go on my Amsterdam trip shortly after and then the Gtown crew is rolling into London Town for their Spring Break. I don’t anticipate posts for 2 weeks so until then… see ya.
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