It's not you, it's us -- Culture11 has folded.
Best luck placing the pieces elsewhere.
Cheers,
Conor
So, for those of you keeping track at home, there are three kinds of days we can have here lately: days when there are no job postings at all of relevance, days when there are relevant listings and I send in my resume and clips, and now, the brand new category, days when magazines that were looking for writers two days ago have already folded.
The e-mail arrived this morning just before I called in sick to work, a few hours before I trudged through slush and snow (forcing one to wonder why the words 'wintry mix' sound so lovely and in reality are SO vile) on one of the most miserable days we've had here in a good while. All the while, back home in Memphis, most of the city took a snow day, making it extremely dangerous to leave your home and go anywhere near a major grocery store.
That excitement over the possibility of snow is something completely lost on northerners, without doubt. It snows, they plow, we all collectively get over it. Even when it's absolutely beautiful outside, we're all still annoyed by it. And snow days? Pssh. Forget it. Just put on your big girl snow boots and get your ass to school.
I remember once we got a snow day in high school for rain. And by 11 a.m. the sun was out. We could pretty much always count on a back road out toward some of the farther flung county high schools to freeze over, or look like it might freeze over, or make idle threats that it could if it wanted to. And just like that, we'd be making grilled cheese sandwiches and watching daytime TV.
Well, I did make a grilled cheese sandwich today, but it was for dinner. After work. After walking home through the still steadily falling wintry mix. Here, snow is nothing to be excited about. And on days like today, for me, it's just mother nature's way of teaming up with economy to find new ways to piss me off.
I miss the magic. Indeed, I do.
cheers,
e. cawein
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