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Here I am at my second job, designing pages for the Red & Black. I've just sent off the first proof of my first page and I'm waiting for the copy editor to return it, bled upon. All I can think about is that this is what I want to do for a career, and how old that makes me feel. In our society youth is a fetish -- a grand, impossible, magical state of grace. But when I say that I feel old, I say it with a smile. Contrary to what I've been told to expect since infancy, I feel no great sense of loss. I feel tremendous relief. I also have a slight caffeine-induced headache. Nick ::: 6:38 PM ::: 0 comments 0 Comments: |