This is childish nonsense. Healthy dose of salt req'd. Click for Serious Cosmo.
If I had access to an expense account, this would be of infinitely more utility.
That said, I don’t think a steak dinner would be an especially out-of-place appearance on an expense account. Everyone I know who has an expense account is like “bro, let’s do something expensive. I’ll just put it on the expense account”.
I just want to make charts.
[…]My guess is that it’s harder than ever to get into these programs because more people are realizing that becoming a banker or a lawyer doesn’t necessarily lead to the automatic 100K+ life like it used it, so why the hell not decide to be a painter or a poet?
Point of order, here—MFA grad school is about becoming an academic, not a poet. Want to be a poet? Write a fucking poem—congratulations, you’re a poet. I don’t mean to assail a life in academics, but it seems like the wrong damn thing for someone purely interested in being a poet to do.
If you’re a poet who happens to love reading (shitty) beginner poetry, enjoys helping (irritating) people improve their art, and inculcating an appreciation of poetry in those same (ungrateful) young minds, by all means, pursue a degree.
But if you’re the sort more concerned with the awesomeness of your own work, I suggest you find an occupation that pays the rent, rather than signing on as an indentured laborer for two years to (possibly) get a job that isn’t what you want to do, and doesn’t come close to matching the salary of less-specialized work in the private sector.
You don’t believe me? Ask Wallace Stevens, Williams Carlos Williams, Archibald MacLeish, Ogden Nash, William Blake, and a host of others who pursued alternative careers in earnest and still became better poets than you’ll ever be. In many cases—Blake in particular—the real work influenced and improved their art.
Poetry is for poets. Academia is for academics. Don’t get the two confused, or I expect that, three or four years hence, you may be in for a very unpleasant surprise.
I have found that sometimes @Tweeting someone you need to reach is more effective than email. I am wondering if Reblogging will work in a similar manner. I have been trying to get a response from Meaghan via email since last Wednesday to no avail regarding a corporate Tumblr. I even went to the Tumblr event on Friday but couldn’t find a reasonable moment at the event to talk to someone from Tumblr about my needs since it was clearly a packed and popular event.
Perhaps a reblog will work! HEY MEAGHAN! CHECK YOUR EMAIL! I WANT TO TALK TO TUMBLR AS A REPRESENTATIVE FOR A PRETTY BIG FASHION BRAND! S’UP!
Ohh digital. This might be why big brands find the digital space unappealing. It takes someone in the native environment to get through to anyone. Thus your digital managers actually have to be twentysomethings in order to navigate digital partnerships. Because if phone calls didn’t work before now emails don’t work meaning you have to resort to any number of other attention grabbing tactics. And does anyone expect a busy executive to take the time to pester potential companies about partnerships via Twitter or Tumblr or Facebook message? I’ve got my doubts.
Dear Julie,
I’ll be on ChatRoulette at 1pm EST.
Come find me!
:D
M
My work email is chained to a 5-year-old client. A proper airing of grievances would probably cause a character overflow.
Needless to say, pretty much any communications tool developed in the past few years is preferable.
Oh yes, I also just typed up a 750-word memo on starting up a Tumblr for one of the programs in my organization. Pulling the trigger in 5, 4, 3…
[email sent]
This is just the sort of nonsense I would pull.
I found a mistake in something. It’s not a big mistake, and maybe 2% of people would ever notice but I PRIDE MYSELF on earning the approval of specifically that 2%.
Not only is it in something I cannot edit from work (this shouldn’t be surprising—imagine trying to take a Model T out onto a modern urban Interstate) but it’s also something that needs to be approved by humans, during work hours.
Which means it won’t be fixed until tomorrow at this time. At the earliest.
Of the omygodwhatamidoingwithmylife variety.
Sinking realization that I don’t. Care. About. Job. At. All.
Hope this is temporary.
Times like these (not that I ever have them) is what motivates me to create awesome (not that I ever create awesome).
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