It’s Not My Party, But I’ll Cry Anyway

              If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t have had more than five birthday parties throughout childhood. That’s about how many it takes before the responsibility starts to outweigh the honor.  Now don’t get me wrong, the first couple times were great—the birthday boy’s only duty was to celebrate good times–and leave the rest to Mom.  But that’s before I learned how to talk.  And write.  All of a sudden I was turning six, and realizing that my annual celebration of life had become a burden.  The decisions to make were now many (the theme?  invitees? goodie bag contents? the thank-you notes—wearying; and the trick candles?)  No longer surprising. 

           

            Having abstained from birthday hosting for the past decade, I was noticeably ambivalent when Mrs. Boss asked me to assist in planning DailyMe’s Launch party.    She offered to share some of the responsibilities once she saw the look on my face, but it didn’t really matter.  Because it was me who placed the first phone calls to the venue, the caterer, the cupcake store, cameraman, and virtually everyone else involved.  If you have ever planned a party before, you know how this works: the guy who places the initial call to a party service becomes the “contact,” and it’s very difficult to transfer the role. 

 

            Now a couple weeks into the planning, the event is almost there.  Not that  the process hasn’t been without its headaches. To name one, the cupcake people!  I don’t know about you, but I would have thought cupcake-makers formed a humble industry.  But I guess that doesn’t hold for stores that deem themselves “cupcake designers;” they can be downright arrogant.  Needless to say, I expect their product to be delicious. 

 

            Other than that, the party is coming along nicely, and I don’t really have any more complaints.  Well, besides the fact that I wasn’t invited.  Ironic, I know.  I was so angry when I found out that I cursed the person who made the guest list…until I remembered that it was me.  Turns out I would have been invited, only the venue is a club on South Beach that does not allow guests under 21 years of age.  Very sad turn of events. 

 

I don’t want to be a complete party pooper though; this party is going to be awesome.  It’s on Saturday, August 2^nd at 7:00 p.m.  Fun guaranteed.  Plus, you never know who’s going to hide inside the DailyMe cake to sneak past the bouncers…

 

Happy 4^th of July everyone – Be safe!

 

Peace, Love, and Personalized Media,

 

-         John the Intern

http://DailyMe.com

 

DailyMe Summer II: The Intern Strikes Back

Greetings from Florida!  I arrived here but a week ago, and can’t help but feel that my summer is off to a late start.  There I was Friday, finally on the transcontinental flight home, so antsy to arrive that I couldn’t even watch the in-flight episode of Two and a Half Men. And by the time I did reunite with my friends and acquaintances later that night, the conversations were way off; my “catch-up” questions were just too May.   By mid-June, “how did finals go?” is passé.

 

Work-wise, though, I came home just in the knick of time.  DailyMe had earlier agreed to take me back for another round of interning, and it wasn’t until early June that they cleared me office space.  Turned out to be worth the wait: by the time I got back, they had cleared me a whole suite’s worth of space.  Well, not me personally.  More precisely, Sales and Marketing–the two groups I work with–recently moved to a different set of offices within our building.  This was partly to help accommodate the burgeoning company’s staff increase, but also to give the Sales and Marketing a little space as they matured into teenage departments.  The CEO even let them get bunkbeds in their new pad. 

 

So I’ve been relegated to the new suite with another recent hire and Mrs. Boss–but the function goes hand in hand with the new features on DailyMe’s site.  DM just incorporated some news organization tools meant to help readers find the most important news at a given time.  Users can still prioritize DailyMe’s articles based on their personal preference survey, but now they can also see what headlines our editorial board thought worthy of attention along with the most popular news of the day, DailyWe, as determined by what fellow DM’ers are reading.

 

I don’t mean to wax nostalgic, but it felt funny to experience another DailyMe launch so soon after returning.  It was more than 7 months ago, but I remember the original service’s initial Beta launch like it was yesterday.  I had just finished my first summer internship, and watched the old site go live on a laptop screen not unlike the one I’m viewing now.  Reliving that excitement all over again last week was great, and I hope we continue the trend of one grand unveiling per summer.  Pretty soon, I’ll have seen more launches than an astronaut’s wife and the mayor of Cape Canaveral combined. 

 

Until then, though, I’m just happy to be back and be bloggin’. 

 

Peace, Love, and Personalized Media,

 

-         John the Intern

http://DailyMe.com

 

 

 

The End of The Beginning of an Era

I just finished my freshman year of college, but—I must say—the occasion felt less momentous than anticipated.  This is probably because, unlike other years, it wasn’t really defined by a discreet, culminating moment.  You know, the one you come to expect after the first twelve transitions from academic year to summer: a bell rings, papers start flying, kids start rejoicing, and—although it’s optional—the song “School’s Out Forever” should begin playing somewhere in the background.

            By those standards, 13^th grade ended in somewhat disappointing fashion.  Everyone finished their exams at different points in the week, and I was one of the stragglers.  And even once all the academic obligations were out of the way, it was still no occasion to deck the halls with reams of loose-leaf.  Quite the opposite, actually: dorm rooms had to be spic, span, and thoroughly emptied of our possessions by move-out day.  The worst part is that I couldn’t even play “School’s Out Forever” because I had already sent my speakers to storage.  Somewhere, Alice Cooper was wincing. 

            But “all’s well that ends well” isn’t a saying I always ascribe to.  On the whole, freshman year was good to me.  Maybe it was me who wasn’t good enough to it.  I could have flossed more, slept less, checked my mailbox more, spent fewer monies.  But what am I saying?  “Self-improvement” is something to think about at the end of the real year, not the academic one.  I’m just happy to be back within 30 miles of DailyMe’s Florida office again.

I’ll be working part-time for my favorite personalized news service this summer, and can’t wait to be back.  Expect to read about some intern adventures that are twice as funny, twice as wacky, and twice as office-y as last year’s.

 

As Always - Peace, Love & Personalized Media,

- John the Intern

 

http://DailyMe.com

                                  

A Bookless University

            There’s a rumor going around that my school plans to rid itself of all printed books and literature in the next 25 years.  Somehow I doubt it’s true, but the hypothetical is funny to think about.  The transition would just leave too much space.  It would be gratifying to see my alma mater blossom into the least claustrophobic school in the country, but that’s about the only foreseeable perk.  Space saving is cool and so is the security of digital archives, but let’s face it—books and shelves are essential ingredients for aesthetically-pleasing interior design.  To get rid of one would be to render the other useless, and then what would we fill rooms with?  Still, after experiencing a year’s worth of frustration at campus libraries and bookstores, the solution doesn’t seem all that bad.

 

On the surface, my college’s undergraduate library is no more offensive than the one at my high school: No drinks allowed, no talking allowed, and—if you really have to—try not to be too loud.  The major difference, though, is that my high school library was just a study space with decorations.  Here, I have to interact with the leather-bound stacks that once served as background.  And I’ve learned that checking out books is harder than it used to be.  Of course, then I only researched within the kids’ section (where the books are arranged by color, and separated into “pop-up” style or “not”.) 

 

Today I have to contend with something called the Dewey Decimal System if I want to find the right title.  The name may sound like it belongs to some sort of candy-making machine, but mark my words– DDS is not delicious or systematic.  It’s just an ineffective method of sorting books.  Here is the argument I would have with the guy who invented the Dewey Decimal System (presumably Mr. Dewey):

 

            ME: “With all due respect, sir, I find it much easier to find books in stores, when they are classified by genre and positioned alphabetically-by-author.  Why don’t libraries just do that?”

 

            MR. DEWEY: “Well does your hot shot bookstore even have an eighth as many texts and multimedia as a college library?”

 

            ME: “No, but a bookstore exists that carries eight times as many books as my bookstore.  You can alphabetize no matter how many you have. 

 

            MR. DEWEY: “By gosh, Lad, I stand corrected.  You have decimated my decimals. 

 

            But don’t get me wrong, it’s not like campus bookstores aren’t irritating in their own right.   Go in to buy a hoodie your first week there (obligatory,) but don’t waste your time when it comes purchasing books at the beginning of term.  40% of the time they are cheaper elsewhere, 40% of the time you can borrow one from someone who already took the class, and 20% of the time they aren’t even necessary. 

 

            Books complicate my life these days, but I’m still glad that they exist.  Whether they die out at the hand of the computer scanner–or else by something more Bradbury-esque–I’ll appreciate them while I can. 

 

Peace, Love & Personalized Media,

-John the Intern

 

http://DailyMe.com

 

Beware of the(se) Ide(a)s of March

It’s always relieving to hear that an event will occur “as sure as the seasons turn,” but I think the figure of speech itself is misleading.  After all, the transition from winter to spring is hardly a sure thing: we leave it up to a groundhog—not a discreet turn of the calendar—to tell us when we need trade snow for pollen. We have historically put our seasonal fates in the hands of a burrowing buck-toothed mammal, and it turns out those aren’t good hands at all; they’re paws, and chancy ones at that.  I call for a new annual reference point to mark the turning of these seasons—one that is consistent, and unlikely to be pushed back six weeks just because some varmint can’t see his shadow. 

 

            So what are our other contenders?  We could do the ole’ first day of the month—get “springy” on March 1^st.  I don’t think, though, that many things are in bloom by then in certain parts of the country.  The first day of spring is supposed to be representative of spring, and it defeats the purpose of picking a new day if that day still carries the burdens of winter. 

 

            Then what about ‘dem “Ides of March,” which falls right on the 15^th each time.  It sounds like the first approximation of a good seasonal marker—consistent year by year, appropriate weather-wise—but I fear Shakespeare gave it too much of a bad rap.  It would be silly to pick an important new date that stands stigmatized from the start. 

 

            Bottom line: we need a marker with a good reputation, and few events fit the criteria as neatly as March Madness (formally known as the NCAA Men’s Division 1 Basketball Championship.  It is inarguably the best play-off tournament set-up of any spectator sport, and it makes sunshine a requirement of yesterday.  That is, even if its March 20something starting date isn’t late enough to guarantee good weather, most people are satisfied enough with the light emanating from their television screens to not notice.  Late enough, reputable enough, and not contingent on the weather outside—I think we’ve found the perfect occasion for a Back to Spring celebration.

 

            I guess only one question remains: is March Madness popular enough for this new significance to work its way into collective memory? I’d vote yes, and for a reason.  The Tournament involves only single-elimination games, so viewers are always watching two teams with everything on the line.  The mere suspense behind such a reckoning is bound to get anyone excited, regardless of his/her level of fanhood prior to the game.  Also, it provides conversation fodder for weeks on end.  This is important, because the departure of winter means no more generic comments about the weather. 

 

            In sum, I call for the abolition of Groundhog Day followed by the inauguration of March Madness’s play-in game into the Season Turner Hall of Fame.  C’mon people, lets lend some credence and constancy to the old saying. 

 

Go Stanford & UNC!!!

 

Peace, Love & Personalized Media,

-John the Intern

 

http://DailyMe.com

 

Knock the Vote

It’s mid-February, a time of year typically characterized by chilly weather and the red glint of St. Valentines Day.  On a college campus in the wake of the 2008 Presidential Primaries, though, these are negligible conditions.  The political climate here is hot, and I’ve only seen red when it’s accompanied by white and blue.  All I’m trying to say is that my school, presumably like all others, has gotten really into this election.  And like anywhere else, no two students are very like-minded on the matter. 

Walk through the campus plaza on a given afternoon and you’ll be given a million different sides of the story: vote for him, vote for her, vote for the other him, vote for the old guy.  At least Ron Paul’s people tried not to impose less than the others, asking only that I YouTube their candidate.  Considerate, except I still use a 56K Modem; that’s still asking a lot of me.  

As an impressionable freshman just shy of 230 months old, I feel pressure from all sides.  People more verbally affrontive but not necessarily more informed than me are trying to push my hand in all sorts of directions.  It’s a time that calls for self-inquiry.  Who do I want to lead my country?  Should I even belong to a major party?    My generation has been raised on the “none of the above” option, so it’s not my nature to feel satisfied with choice A or choice B.  That is, until I found out that only members of a major parties can vote in primaries. 

So I ultimately compromised my round views to fit into a square party’s peg, but I wasn’t very enthusiastic about it. Without enthusiasm, it seemed a feat to brave the long line at my polling station.  Fortunately the mail-in-ballot I had acquired earlier allowed me to bypass the queue.  I was surprised that most of the other people turned out the old-fashioned way, waiting for hours on end to cast their vote on the spot.  We’ve all heard about poorly informed political decisions, but these were poorly informed methods of getting the piece of paper on which they could make these political decisions. 

It is important to note that the ballot wasn’t all about choosing a new president; in fact, there were three additional legislative propositions for my state to vote on.  I answered “no” to all of them without reading descriptions, because my parents didn’t raise me to be a “yes man.”  And isn’t that the sort of logic that has driven the system for years?  Not a rhetorical question, I seriously want too know if my reasoning seems too faulty. 

  

Peace, Love, and Personalized Media.

-John the Intern

www.DailyMe.com

  

           

             

It’s Like Watching TV on Mute All the Time…

I know it’s been awhile since I last wore my blogging shoes, but allow me to promptly quell the rumors: I did not get caught-up in Hollywood’s much-publicized Writers’ strike.  And shame on anyone who jumped to such conclusions!  To accuse me of being a union man would be to imply that I am any sort of man, and any DailyMe superior will tell you that isn’t the case.  My internship was in part an educational experience and education is what confines one to boyhood.  (It’s also important to note that, of the many valuable lessons taught throughout my internship, none dealt with wage or royalty negotiation in the least.  At this point, I still accept pay in the form of arcade tokens and free meals.)

 

            This isn’t to say, however, that the SWG walk-out didn’t take a toll on me.  Like most of you, I consume about a million more words than I provide in this world—and that’s including my bathroom stall limericks.  Television once offered the meat and potatoes of this entertainment consumption, but the strike has reduced my favorite shows to nothing.  Bottom line: without a plotline, a prime time hit is nothing more than some pretty faces with nothing to say; without a team of writers, the late night pundit is only as funny as his chin looks; and without jokes, a sitcom’s canned laughter just sounds inappropriate.  The only good news is that, perhaps for the first time, reality shows truly are unscripted.   

 

            To manage this crisis, I’ve turned more and more to the internet’s bountiful supply of visual media – which I myself have proudly contributed to with my own vid - DailyMe Intern Digital Shorts Part 1, and the yet to be released Digital Shorts Part 2 - John the Intern RAW & UNEDITED.  So where the amateur efforts of YouTube were once mere entertainment snacks in my diet, they’ve lately taken on the role of supersized entrées. 

 

Nowadays, I get my laughs from a college comedy troupe’s no-budget video shorts; I find drama on the argumentative discussion threads below each presidential candidate’s new uploads; even when I’m looking for sappy romance, I can rely on thousands of desperate, misleading personal ads from craigslist to make my heart swell. 

 

            As to the age-old question of how much (or little) television stimulates the developing brain, I’m not sure the answer for internet videos is any different.  I can argue, though, that my new favored medium offers way more choice to its viewers than even the most premium of cable plans.  Like never before, it depends what you’re looking for. 

 

            Those are my thoughts on filling your entertainment voids for now, and together let’s keep the faith that the sets of Mad Men & The Office return soon. 

 

Peace, Love, and Personalized Media,

 

John the Intern

 

www.DailyMe.com

           

The So-Called Freshman 15 is an Urban Legend

My college touts a wide array of academic opportunities, but I wish this emphasis on variety carried over to campus dining. Sure, the cafeteria staff provides plenty of options at each mealtime—it’s just that they all taste the same.  No exaggeration: I know what my favorite dish looks like, but it’s at different times been labeled both “calzone” and “cupcake”.  

But my main criticism isn’t of the cooks or their laxative-charged foodstuffs; it’s of my own finicky tendencies.  I’ve felt these same sentiments build up many times before, and I fear it says something about me…maybe about everyone.  It says that if I eat anywhere for four months I’m going to get tired of it. In a sense, it’s only a matter of time with any steady food provider before the romaine lettuce starts to look greener on the other side.

            Not to say mass dining is all bad news. As a matter of fact, it offers some commodities that home cooking never did.  Just ask any cereal fan: diverse selection (sugary and granola), and someone gets paid to sniff out the stale boxes.  Plus, we all know that spaghetti tastes best with black hairs from someone you don’t know (Mom’s were always so blonde and flavorless).

            As for finding recourse elsewhere on campus, the pickings are pretty slim.  To make matters worse, the few existing alternatives do everything they can to sell themselves short.  Seriously, not one of the available eateries will take the plunge and call itself a restaurant.  Instead, we have cafes, snack shops, and smoothie joints—not one of which sounds likely to fill a belly.  When I arrived in September, I may have freely associated coffee shops with the word “hip”; now, it’s more like “hungry”. 

            So where do I go from here?  There’s always the option of buying property in the middle of campus, building a strip mall, and making sure to include a couple Chicken Kitchens.  Or else I’ll just swallow my pride.  How long would that tide me over for? And as far as the so-called freshman 15 plague when you go away to school  – IMPOSSIBLE I say.

            At any rate, I wish the blogosphere a “Happy, Merry whatever you’re celebrating”, and I’ll see you all in the New Year.

Peace, Love, and as always Personalized Media,

-John the Intern

www.DailyMe.com

   

Giving Thanks Like It’s Free

The pilgrims were thought to have an astounding sense of foresight, and I can understand why: their Mayflower Compact greatly influenced our nation’s founding documents, and Cape Cod real estate is as valuable as ever.  But their greatest preemption of all—the timing of Thanksgiving—generally goes unmentioned.  This is because only students can appreciate it in purest form: to us, it’s the vacation that breaks-up fall semester at just the right moment.

 

            I’m not sure if it was the atmospheres around campus, but something made it feel very appropriate to pack my bags and fly home last weekend.  This was even easier done than said: I just printed my boarding pass, dumped some dirty laundry into an empty duffel, and was off.  Even though I was leaving a campus that I had called home for the past two months, it was to remain at the front of my mind for the coming week…because old high school friends are only interested in comparing college stories. 

 

            In discussing various elements of our new lives, my friends and I found both common ground and whatever the opposite of “common ground” would be.  We are all enrolled in classes, but only some of us attend these classes; we all have roommates, but only some of us have smelly roommates; the only truly unifying fact—we all have at least ten friends who play the acoustic guitar. 

             Getting re-acquainted with my house involved much less give-and-take.  The process, however, served as a constant reminder of the creature comforts I passed up for higher education.  For instance, sandals in the shower are not needed in the bathrooms here.  And the kitchen is both open all the time and exponentially more comfortable to eat in than the school dining hall; I guess that’s why they say, “home is where the sneeze-guard glass isn’t.”   

            At the end of the day, though, I think my two different spheres (home and school) complement each other well.  If you were the holiday-appropriate type, you could even say I’m thankful for them.  But that would sound a little too Hallmark, and I’d prefer if no one put words in my mouth. 

 

Happy Turkey Day.

 

-John the Intern

 

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D is for DailyMe: And That’s Good Enough for Me

The college life is oft credited for its lack of structure, but I see this as more of a mixed blessing.  Because the unforced hand must bear a lot of responsibility, and the choices we make—as perceived by others—are completely our own.  And just like under any government structure, students are frequently confronted with trade-offs for which they must pick a side. 

 

In a co-ed dorm with a co-ed bathroom, it’s either privacy or hygiene (you are never alone in there, but it’s the only place you can get a good hand-wash these days); and when it comes to biking across the campus’s full sprawl, it’s either safety or style (refusing to wear a bike helmet may be man at his most irrational, but for some reason [the chin strap], many share his stance.) When it comes to finding good outside news coverage, however, our choice is more of an ultimatum.  The only two options: ignorant bliss, or find it for yourself.  So here is where my summer internship at DailyMe REALLY made it easy to choose the latter. 

 

The only universal adjectives to describe a college campus are “insulated” and “digital” and hopefully DailyMe will find a large captive audience in my demographic.  I mean, it’s not that no other news reaches us: each dining hall is well stocked with copies the regional rag, and we also receive a student-run daily.  When I pick one of those up, though, I seldom get beyond the classified ads (psychological experimenters offer up to $25-a-week for willing subjects).  Bottom line: I seriously give DailyMe props for creating a platform to give me all the information I want in the most convenient way possible and FREE – muy importante to the average college kid.

 

And it adds some structure to my day, too.  I chose the automatic print delivery option (the only dependable paperboy left in this world), and it’s the best alarm clock I could ask for.  My laserjet’s print-in-progress sound is just what I need to get my feet on the floor (I love the smell of toner in the morning).  The way I see it, this system will only fail to wake me come the day when there is no news to print—and is it even worth waking up, in that case? 

 

            As far as my former Florida officemates - well, I haven’t seen them since long before their launch date.  I do I share the occasional text message, email, IM and/or phone conversation with Mrs. Boss.  It seems as though things are off to a real good start.  I did hear that the atomic clock synchronizing dilemma peaked once again with the changing of weeks for Daylight Savings this year, but it’s safe to say that was a secondary business interest of the CEO. 

 

And now for the part of my blog you really want to know…college life is awesome! (but you knew that already – right?) - More to come about the daily trials and tribulations of my freshmanhood in my upcoming blogs.  The DailyMe Intern is back baby!    

 

Peace, Love, and Personalized Media -

 

-John the Intern