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- J.D. Salinger
And so, at 22-years old, I begin with the opening lines of a novel most people grow out of at 15. Screw you college, I didn't grow up. Wait, that might not be a good thing ... but I digress. To the matter at hand: 30 inches, really? Then I guess I'd like to begin (or re-begin) by apologizing for whatever it is I'm about to put you through, in spite of the fact that I'm not entirely sure what that is at the moment. Unbridled solipsism in five, four, three, two, one....
I'll begin with the thanks so I can end with something terribly meaningful and pithy. Or not. Thanks to Michael Barnett for dragging me to The Hatchet townhouse one day after Kafka class and getting me started here. Thanks to Sacha Evans for editing the ramblings of a freshman who had pretty transparently started at The Hatchet because he thought he might be able to get a copy of the new Strokes record - I promise my motivations became more pure, eventually. Thanks to Maura Judkis for guiding me calmly through the transition from writer to editor over the course of a series of frantic phone calls, all of which began, "I'm sorry to call again, Maura, but I'm in way over my head." Thanks to Caitlin Carroll for having faith in me, giving me a column last year despite my warning that I didn't really, you know, do much that would interest anyone during my year abroad, and for making me arts editor this year despite my warning that, you know, I had no experience. Thanks to Erin Shea, Natalie Kates and Allie Hagan for staying in production for far too long because I was cutting down my 5-10-20s that were always too long. Thanks to Caitlin DeMerlis and Brendan Polmer for making my job much easier. Thanks to the professors who have indulged me in class as I tried to explain how the Velvet Underground really does have something to do with The Closing of the American Mind or how Pavement lyrics speak to identity politics in Ireland. Finally, thanks to my friends and family who have made the last four years fantastic. I think the point is that everyone has been far more patient with me than maybe I deserve, and I'm thankful. If I've left anyone out, blame my ineptitude, not my heart.
