From the Desk of a Would-Be

Do you ever look around and realize, shit, I've sort of accomplished what I set out to do? I'm pretty much exactly where I thought I wanted to be two years ago? That happened to me the other day. We were in the midst of an issue close and I paused to look at what I'd been doing all day and went, huh, I forgot I'm living my dream. My desk was cluttered and strewn with all the stereotypical things I hoped it would be when I was in college. I was busy, working for a national magazine on a real story about real world issues. What? When did this happen?

I took a snapshot of my desk, which I annotated here. Please note that I did not stage any of this. This is actually what it looked like. (Oh, and because I'm a lazy journalist, I didn't go back and fix typos. So eat that.)

Worry not, though, dear readers: it's not all work and no play at my office. Below, my little art project(s).


Yep, living the dream.