tonight after the story meeting, i was shooting the shit with m.d. and we wound up looking through files of randomness in the lab--among the finds was an issue of "the michaelmen" (defender waaay back in the day) from november, 1960 (back when smc was still men-only) and a 1999 press kit for ani, a fantastic find! mike almost tossed it, i squealed and snatched it. something like that cannot be thrown in there with common trash--are you kidding me?

the michaelmen was an interesting find--seeing a newspaper so yellowed and fragile makes me realize that in thirty years, the one we just put out will be as well...hard to imagine, but reality...i found myself criticizing glaring a.p. errors--granted back then the a.p. rules were drastically different, if the paper followed a.p. at all--what can i say, once and editor, always an editor. it was a surreal experience to be reading about interviews with doc jacobs about his basketball team, when all we know of doc jacobs now is the soccer/baseball fields and a lot of plaques and pictures in ross...plus reading about buildings i've never heard of before and reading that banana splits and sodas were only thirty cents. it's a bit of good-old-fashioned-americana-nostalgia, so hard to realize that that's how things were back then, as opposed to us joking about how things used to be. it makes me think about when people come across a random copy of the defender years down the road, flipping through the pages, seeing our names, and being surprised that things the way they are now are absolutely nothing like they'll be when this random person is reading it.

bleargh. enough of my rambling. must do creative writing assignments and sleep tonight.