I don’t really have the urge to count everything and do the actual math, but I’m pretty sure that I’m at — or arriving at — the half-way point of my stay in NYC. I remember this realization being particularly bittersweet last summer, but this year, it’s a bit different.
By this time last year, I was starting to get a bit homesick. I use that term loosely because I was still loving life in the city, but I was starting to miss the simplicities and lack of responsibility that come with your typical college summer. I’d get jealous each time I’d see my friends’ pictures from parties/concerts/the pool posted on Facebook. I’d miss being able to sleep in every day. I’d miss driving my car. I’d miss barbecue. I’d miss getting drinking all the time. I’d miss every intricate facet of a Midwestern summer.
I’m not necessarily saying that I’ve grown out of them or that I don’t miss them — I just don’t really think about them this time around. I’ll spare you unnecessary anecdotes, but I’ve sort of grown up in the last year and I’m not really bothered about being away from all that. It definitely helps to have three months of experience in NYC under my belt this year, but I’m totally comfortable with where I am and what I’m doing. I’m sure I’ll be ready to go home when the time comes, but I have zero complaints as it stands right now.
Not to mention the fact that I remember how fucking bored I got during winter break each year. Sure, the weather’s hot and there’s a bit more going on, but for all intents and purposes, summer at home is essentially two winter breaks strung together. That’s a lot of boredom that I’m glad I don’t have to deal with.
Issue #2 of Huffington came out Friday. I thought it was a very, very solid issue and came out better than the first. For the first two weeks, I would have to constantly ask our managing editor for specific tasks because I wasn’t quite sure what my role was in the production of the magazine. I’ve got it all figured out now, and since she left town for vacation on Wednesday, I didn’t really have any problems or difficulties in getting my shit done. I even have a pretty firm grasp on how to do some of the things that she would usually take, and whenever they’d pop up and I’d have a free minute or two, I’d go ahead and do those. I used to feel pretty guilty being the intern with a thousand questions and a thousand mistakes in the beginning, but for the most part, I feel like I’m able to help out and prove my worth.
I also got my first byline (contributing) of the summer on the ‘Greatest Person of the Week’ feature about a veterinarian in Georgia. Each week, one of the editors scans through all the different Patch articles and picks one of them to run in the magazine. Though we’d probably like to be able to just copy/paste those stories straight onto our page, almost all of them are written for that Patch community’s audience and don’t translate perfectly into a national magazine. That happened with this one, so one of our editors assigned me to call up the sources and do some more interviews so we could add a bit more detail in our version. I ended up having a really, really good interview with the guy and got a ton of quotes and anecdotal stuff — enough to essentially write another story. I wrote a separate article and plugged in a few parts from the original, and that’s what we ended up running in the magazine. The original author still has the main byline, though. She’s the one who found the story and brought everything to light, so I don’t really have any problem taking the contributing line despite re-writing the story.
In other news, I got a chance to see The Hives at Terminal 5 on the Upper West Side last night. I’m not a massive fan — I have all their albums and listen to them from time to time — but I’d seen them before with my dad in Lawrence and they’re one of the best live bands I’ve ever seen. In my opinion, their music translates far better through their live shows than it does on record. I took a bunch of pictures, though, so here’s a little montage.
I can’t really think of anything too exciting that’s coming up soon, but I’ll write here again once I’ve got something to talk about.
All the best
PS — To all my family who may be concerned: the title of this particular entry has nothing to do with my current financial status. The lead singer of one of the opening bands at the Hives concert introduced one of their songs, ‘Stoked and Broke,’ by saying, “This song’s called ‘Stoked and Broke,’ because we’re still stoked and still broke.” I thought that was fucking hilarious, so that’s the title.
You don’t need to call me to ask if you need to wire me money. I’m doing fine.