Into the Madding Crowd

I’m on my worst caffeine overdose trip since two semesters ago when I downed those 5-hour energy shots at 1 a.m. for a final. Ended up so jittery, I started cleaning my room long after my studying was done.

Either way, If you’re interested in seeing what has consumed my life over the past week or so, check this baby out!

I designed this bad boy over 2 sleepless nights for my new media capstone class. We held our presentation last Thursday afternoon to an audience of mobile media professionals [and potential employers?]. I consider the entire affair missiona accomplished, since I got a handful of business cards in the process and encouraging feedback on “Dissed in 90 Seconds” 

Speaking of my baby, check out Episode 4. This time, written by my co-host. 

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Hello strange world, 

I’ve been putting this moment off for quite some time; been waiting for the perfect, creative moment to inaugurate my official entry into the blogosphere. Knowing me though, a stroke of cleverness isn’t coming anytime soon and I’ve run out of good excuses to delay my first post.  

Don’t know why I should be so anxious about a personal blog. But then again, I tend to get anxious about anything I write. I suppose the roots of my anxiety lie in my previous failed attempts at self-immortalization. Like the many diaries and online journals before this blog, most of my endeavors eventually peter off into obscurity. I have used and abandoned a xanga, a deadjournal, and a crate full of half-finished diaries. I am, at my best, inconsistent; weeks to months separating entries. But like a reoccurring case of hives, the itch for self-expression inevitably gets me and I start another project.

It should be a fascinating ride this year, I must admit. It will be like watching a car wreck in slow motion, my sanity being the toyota corolla crushed underneath the truck called life. Taking 16 hours of classes, working as an editor and assistant production manager at the college newspaper, being historian and webmaster for my sorority. Yeah, it’s a Molotov cocktail of stress. 

So here we are, on The Emerald City Express. The inspiration behind the blog’s name derives from many different aspects of my life, only about half of which are interesting. But since I don’t feel the need to sound interesting to an nonexistent audience, here they are:

1. I have a love affair with fantasy fiction. In fact, being an author of a grand, dramatic fantasy novel is my dorky wet dream. I even have a pretty complicated fictional world growing in my head. The book that warped my mind? Ozma of Oz in the 4th grade. The Oz series led me down a yellow brick road to self-delusions and a rampant, albeit weird imagination. 

2. My favorite color is green and my birthstone is emerald. I naturally love the concept of a city in which EVERYTHING is green. And not just green, emerald green. 

3. Funny twist for those who haven’t read the book, the Emerald City isn’t actually green. The inhabitants don green-tinted glasses, makings things look green. It’s a lie, an illusion they delude themselves into believing. To me, it’s a cool way to think about how we see our world, how everything at the end of the day is only about perception. You know, like viewing the world through rose-tinted glasses. Yeah, so this is my Emerald City: this life and world as I see it. 

4. Express makes this sound like a train, it can also be read as its verb form. A bad pun, I know. 

And with this anti-climatic post, I tire and conclude. 

Til my next inspiration,

- Julie