Notes Redux

By Chris Marvin Editor in Cheif

itting here, thinking, writing my last Trincoll Journal article as an undergraduate is a wonderfully strange sensation. Sipping on my school supplied Beam and Coke that was so graciously embezzeled from our measly income from webvertisements, I hearken back to a simpler time, an easier time. Two years ago I watched as the progenitors of the Journal, Pete, Norm and Pauly T. got wasted on a Wednesday nite late in the semester. It was much like this nite, though they had less alcohol and were falling over, screaming and breaking bottles against our dry-wall walls.

Their excitement was apparent; they were shaking from alcohol poisoning and the prospect of entering into the real world. I can't say I feel exactly the same-- it is still early in the evening, I'm not totally wasted yet, and I am not exactly thrilled to be applying for positions that just a two years ago did not exist, and now are staffed by every tom, dick and harry who ever was intested in web design. The thrill is not gone from the burgeoning online industry, it is far from being an empty corporate wasteland. But, it is not exactly in its infancy. So as I throw my hat into the ring, I ready myself for the inevitable changes to come, and anticipate being the cause of some of them, to boot.

The Journal is incredible. I can't say anything more than that. It is a feat, a work of sheer determination on the part of the whole staff. We are underfunded, not appreciated, and kind of ignored by our community. I don't know if many people appreciate what goes into managing a magazine like the Journal on top of 30 demanding undergraduate schedules.

Our staff is absolutely devoted to the cause of producing what is the most unique effort I have run into in my years at school. Yeah, I have friends who have directed plays, done fascinating research, and published papers in journals. But nothing compares to the work that this ecclectic group of students do each Tuesday and Wednesday nite.

I am very proud to have been involved in this effort for three years, I am happy to have known everyone I met through the Journal, I am indebted to the Journal for the only applicable, marketable knowledge that I have-- not that my philosophy training was totally useless.

In closing, I would like to thank everyone that helped, criticized, worked or hung out at production. Thanks especially to the long-hairs that originally got me involved and let me do the atrocious cover with them the second week I joined, and to Ian and the rest of the crew. Have fun with it next year; keep kicking ass, and don't forget how to embezzle serious funds from SGA's budget process.

To Dave, you bastard who is always late and missing spelling errosr, I leave you a final blurb, b/c you wanted it so much.

Love Chris.