North by Northwestern wins a Pacemaker!

For both the website and the magazine. Rock on, lil journo-friends.  


Medill Equal Media Project

Check out this project I’ve been fact-checking for! It’s an in-depth look at the election through the lens of LGBT issues. Our editor-in-chief had a great post on The Advocate today about why it matters.


To whimsy, forever

Hinman residents turn dorm room into a ball pit from North by Northwestern on Vimeo.

 

What my college experience is missing.


21st century politics

There are worse ideas to be had than campaigning in memes. While I’d like the image of cowboy Barry to show up more often, I think this one is definitely the path to donation:

 


shaunacy.com is changing!

Exciting news. I have been working on a new portfolio website, which will soon be linked to shaunacy.com. You’ll still be able to find my blog at shaunacy.wordpress.com.


Brain bruising

So far my most exciting story of the summer has come from commuting. A few weeks ago, I was on my way to a normal day of work. The CTA, glorious mode of transport as it is, was treating me well: I wasn’t late, I was contentedly sipping on my coffee and not speaking to my fellow humans, and I was about to shave 10 minutes off my ride by transferring trains. I was the first one out the door onto the platform. But the door only opened for a few seconds before it slammed shut again, right on me and the one other guy that had tried to get out. I didn’t see it coming because it was right in my blind spot. It hit me in the left temple, then closed behind us. I wasn’t quite sure what had happened, except that the one woman waiting to get on looked terrified. The guy that had gotten off with me seemed unfazed.

I was more embarrassed than hurt, so I continued waiting on the platform and made my way to work, where I eventually Googled “concussion symptoms.” Like anyone with an internet connection post-Web MD, I became paranoid and scheduled a doctor’s appointment back in Evanston. I sent my boss a nonchalant email to the tune of “so I got hit in the head, do you mind if I take off an hour early to make sure I don’t have a concussion?” It was 9am. Like a rational human, she sent me home immediately.

I did, in fact, have a concussion. Spoiler alert. It was a Thursday, so the doctor sent me home with orders to  do no work until I came back in on Saturday to reassure her I wasn’t dead. I wasn’t to read, watch television, use a computer, or listen to any music that was too “exciting.” Thinking too hard was out of the question. For the next two days, I cleaned my apartment and occasionally listened to NPR, but for the most part, I just stared at blank walls and zoned out. I occasionally visited coffeeshops and just watched people pass. I tried to not look at my phone as I responded to text messages “concussion can’t text talk later.” Talking for too long made my brain hurt.

In a way, it was freeing. It was a good way to take a technology break. But I also couldn’t write or exercise. I didn’t know how to be social without being able to grab a drink or watch a movie. And I had to call someone every time I wanted to make plans, meaning I could only talk to people I was on a “phone call” level with, which isn’t everyone.

I couldn’t comfortably watch TV or use the computer for more than a few minutes until more than a week after the incident. Now every time I enter or exit a train or elevator, I instinctively throw my arms out to block any errant doors. It won’t get me again, I swear. There is no greater punishment than brainrest.


Summer Jamz

It’s officially summer. I’m two weeks into both my internships, one at Time Out Chicago and one at Treasury & Risk, a business-to-business magazine for the forward-thinking CFO. If you can imagine, I’m learning a lot about risk management and treasuries and assets and whatnot. (#jargon) Time Out has been a new experience for me too, because I’ve never had an internship at a publication with more than a couple editors. It’s huge. I haven’t even met half the people that work on the editorial side, much less the half of the office that does things like marketing and sales.

But it’s an exciting time. I spend some two hours on the train every day, so I’m getting a ton of reading done. Let me know if you have book suggestions! And if you need me to talk to you about pension plans, hey, I’m available.

It’s been odd adjusting to a real-person schedule: commuting, 8 hours of office work in front of a computer, not checking Facebook during the day. Ironically, working at news outlets has made me feel like I’m less up-to-date on news, because I can’t troll the internet all day. Reading about the euro crisis is productive work time, but scrolling through Tumblr and clicking all the Mother Jones links is more like dicking around. And by the time I get home from the day, I probably need to stop staring at my computer and try to interact with my friends (plus most news is old news by 7pm). Balance is hard. This is making me wonder if a career as a freelancer might not be so bad after all.