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.

Continue reading at NPR’s i.e. blog…

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.

(Continue reading…)

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.

More later.  Sleep now.

My lap top and I have a date this weekend, so stay tuned.  Gitnerblog is alive and kicking.

In the mean time, follow me on twitter (those updates to the right). I’ve been updating that. Apologies for my excessive absence.

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…

Get ready for life updates and commentary on… whatever I feel compelled to write about. It’s time to flex the blogging muscles.