OH JOY, I'M DONE!

I'm one step closer to having a real life again. The magazine that's been consuming my life since August is finally finished:

(That's my friend Melissa Liebling on the cover. She's pretty cool and really good at riding her bike, so I wrote about her.)

You can download the full text version HERE, or check out the website I built for the project.

This project was actually really fun. Even though staring at a computer screen for hours probably wrecked my already poor eyesight, I liked doing the layout a lot. Having it printed was the best part--this ambiguous, pixelated thing I'd been working on for months was finally touchable and flippable in full color. And so far I've only found two typos. But I'm not telling you where they are.

Now all I've got to do is write a critical analysis of my work, slap a bibliography on it, and throw it on the registrar's desk. Then I'm done with IS. DONE.

Whoop!

wooster weekends

This is a typical winter Sunday. I spend a lot of time inside, observing my cat.

I hang out in my flannel pj's until about 11:00, when I start thinking about working on I.S. 

The physical copy is in its final stages (!). Notice the orange pen scribbled all over. That's a sign of good progress.  I'm trying to get it finished so I can go on spring break with the track team and spend a week lounging on the beach without worrying about finishing my graduation requirements. Also, I'm really enjoying my new cookbook and Spotify subscription, because they're superb distractions.

After spending so much time working on writing, layout, and editing makes me realize how much work goes into a monthly magazine. With that perspective, I feel like I've had a pretty leisurely timeframe. Six months for one issue? No problem. 

Speaking of track, indoor season is in full swing. Three days a week, we run at breakneck speed around a 200-meter oval. We race on the weekends. I've done two 5k's so far, and they haven't been as dismally slow as I'd expected, given the kind of training I did over winter break. Turns out trail running, wine drinking, and doing a couple P-90x workouts doesn't translate to intense track running. Who knew? (I did.)

Counting down the months till graduation. We've only got three. In a way, that seems like forever, but I know it's going to fly past.