Does anyone still read this thing?
I could not know.
But somehow “I just bought the cutest dress! Please look!” didn’t quite seem like it would fit on my travel blog. So here it is.
Recycling old stories
Masking complaints in eloquence
Masking banality in eloquence
Being cold
Wasting time
I second this entry. Emphatically.
M c S W E E N E Y ’ S
I N T E R N S H I P S .
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Internships for McSweeney’s and The Believer are haphazard, disorganized, and entirely unpaid. On the other hand, interns are vital to our whole operation, and they generally seem to have good experiences. And they do receive free books, not to mention our gratitude. Duties include reading submissions, finding images, checking facts, and going to the post office. Post-office trips aren’t a huge percentage of the job, but they are one of its spiritual cores and must be undertaken with extreme enthusiasm. However, no one is ever asked to get coffee for anyone else.
If this sounds like waterslide fun and you are interested in being an intern, please send a couple paragraphs to interns-sf@mcsweeneys.net discussing relevant experience, why McSweeney’s in particular, what you hope to get out of the internship, and when you’d be available. It’s simpler if you’re already in the San Francisco area, because we tend not to anticipate our needs until they are urgently upon us. We apologize in advance for our very slow replies. Also, we have a small, cluttered office without a lot of seats, so we will surely have to make a bunch of arbitrary decisions, turning away plenty of worthy candidates. So, to conclude, sorry for everything and thanks for your interest.
I am finally inspired to write again. I just don’t know what yet.
But thank you, Dakar, you do good work.
And all the whine-age that has been going on here lately.
NO MORE.
