To a Head

I endured one full hour of feedback yesterday about my paper. Jim still doesn't see the parallel I'm claiming. Then he said something about hoping he wasn't discouraging. And he mentioned Freddy Mercury. I was flattered, of course, because, well, I love Freddy Mercury. But he can't remove himself from the fact that Hedwig is a "rock star."

So when I spoke, the first thing I said was that I was anything but discouraged. I just understand that this will be the most important introduction that I have written since I've been here. As it stands, it will begin, "I am not a rock star, and I don't have half a dick." We'll see.

In less than an hour, I'm headed to my five-to-six hour trial run for the job. I spoke with the executive editor yesterday and she told me that I am one of the stronger candidates and she said that she wanted to give me a hint as to the salary range. I hope that is good news. I'm just gonna go there and sit in front of a computer and do what I did for six years before moving to New York.

And I'm going to try to be personable. So this is going to be a very interesting weekend, full of stress, excitement and the Spurs. I hope to have the first draft all sewn up by tip-off Sunday. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to handle the stress of a second-round Spurs/Lakers series, but it should be interesting if anything. Ok, off to do some preparation.