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Ravel’s Bolero is the song I listen to when I’m gearing up to work. Its measured tempo, predictable and steady, suggests forward motion and productivity. This is exactly what I need to enter the fray of my own mind before I turn amorphous thoughts into concrete ideas. It was also the song Courtney Love chose accompany her lackluster entrance during her concert at Midtown’s Terminal 5 last night.
In reference to my last post, perhaps all this will change very soon. I should hear back from a number of positions any day now, but I’ve learned to temper my expectations. In order to explain my fury over the easy acceptance of unpaid positions, perhaps a little background information is necessary.
Last week, Arianna Huffington graced the J-school with her presence as part of the Delacorte lecture series. I left before the Q&A, when an audience member inquired as to why Ms. HuffPo doesn’t pay her interns. I’m not sure what the response was, but I wonder if perhaps it simply doesn’t cross her mind that her interns – at least, those whom are not the offspring of her moneyed friends – need to be paid in order to live.
I’m often floored by how many incredible thinkers, scholars, and leaders pass through Columbia. I don’t have time to see all of those who visit the J-School, much less the university at large. As my grad school days draw to a close, I’m trying to glean as much from the experts as possible.
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