Hot off the presses
Last night I got to see the press run for Vox. It was amazing. You've never really seen film fare until you've seen it burned into sheet metal. I'm pretty sure the pressmen were putting on a bit of a show; they don't usually have an audience of eight women. It was kind of like this mechanical ballet. And then everything started running and whirring and clanging, and you could see the cover emerge one color at a time. Once they got all the color just right, one of the pressmen handed us a big stack of Voxes. The ink was still wet, so the edges of the paper curled as the ink dried while we flipped through them. It was just so exciting to see something we'd struggled with for so long come together and look really good. I don't know. The experience just made me feel really good about what I want to do with my life. I'll stop ranting now.

Magical Powers
This morning I decided I have the power to conjure people out of thin air. I was walking back to the parking garage from my English class in A&S. I passed a kid who was in my poli sci class a year and a half ago. I don't remember his name, but I thought to myself, "Self, you sure do see kids from that class all the time. Just the other day at Brady you saw the kid who played Russian rap music during your entire presentation. And the girl who thought it would be a good idea to serve borscht to the entire class, you see her all the time at the Missourian. But you never see that other kid from your group, the one with the goatee. Yeah, maybe he graduated. Yeah, maybe that's it, Self." Then just moments later as I was walking through Peace Park, I passed that very boy. He still has a goatee. Perhaps I should use this power for good. I don't know quite what that would entail, but it seems like a good idea. Perhaps I just need more sleep.