What is it about the publishing industry that makes it so irresistable?

Over the past week or two, I have been excited to have a whole month away from my current job. I will be back in February, of course, but the idea of a self-directed January is incredibly liberating. I was thinking that after my month in February, I would leave magazines behind me forever.

Today, like a masochistic moron, I scheduled a meeting on New Year's Eve with another publication art directed by a former professor of mine. Why? No idea. I cannot say no to these magazines. I just want my life back, a life that doesn't revolve around closing schedules, but the closer I get to that life, the more the publications pull me back into their clutches. If I do this job, would I actually get the title Art Director on the masthead? Would that make it worth it? No. But why turn down a friendly chat, right?

The Movie of the Week is How Stella Got Her Groove Back

It's always on tv, and we finally watched it last night. I think I am going to get my groove back too. Chris said I could do it whenever I wanted to. I think he is right. If only I was 40, rich, and on vacation in Jamaica. That shower scene is hot but would never translate to our Brooklyn bathroom.

Magazines Kill Young People, an Introduction

A. went to a focus group meeting yesterday in New Jersey, for like 5 hours. C. checked herself into a hospital after her work function ended last Saturday night around 3am. Lucky for me, this week I just worked late for the fourth straight week. All traces of youth are leaving my body. Our apartment in Greenpoint is becoming the Crying Room.