Nothing says The End like a nice plate of pasta!
Editing class is over, and....I'm not sure. I think I'll only be satisfied if I get a job within the next few weeks and am specifically told "We hired you over the other candidates - and despite your distinctly unprofessional appearance - primarily because you have a certificate from NYU."
I did author a pretty snazzy DVD of the crap I edited, though I think its menus may have turned out better than any of the samples linked within them. I might circulate a copy or two to prove that I took this course (or at least that I went to a lot of trouble to make it seem like I did).
Now, with Broadway still on strike and no class to wake up early for, it's time to relax and look for an editing job and maybe a Spanish class, and maybe even start writing a book. [Now accepting book deals from only the most reputable publishers.]
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Yet let no empty gust/Of passion find an utterance in thy lay,/A blast that whirls the dust/Along the howling street and dies away;/
But feelings of calm power and mighty sweep,/Like currents journeying through the windless deep.
3 comments:
That's a spicy meatball!
Are you going to circulate a copy of your work to me? I wanna see.
I hope you'll enjoy your time before the broadway strike ends. ;)
So where's the DVD. We would gladly share with other relatives if you entrusted it to us!
book on what?
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