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theladyroseBad Counterpoint Weekly metaphors:
Counterpoint is like a ballet gone wrong. Everyone switches positions every five minutes, nobody knows any of the steps, it's amazing that there's a production at all beecause several random disasters happen on a weekly basis, and we don't even get the cool shoes and costumes. Oh, and the choreographer disappeared awhile ago. And we don't have any funds, either, not even enough to get one stupid tape recorder. We're underappreciated and undersupported like the arts!
Counterpoint is like a sinking boat: we spend most of our time bailing ourselves out, but we leave behind just enough problems so that we spend even more time bailing ourselves out again next week.
Counterpoint is rather like a totalitarian regime. Ask Kerstin or Sophia for more explanation as they've actually taken I&S and I've fake-learned some stuff just from hearing various conversations. We've got a hierarchy, cleansing of various groups (i.e. freshmen and MSers), the leader has an ideology, attempts to instill loyalty through fear, uses and exploits suboordinates, we've got a multi-layered bureaucracy, there's plenty of propaganda to go around, and there's one dominating party that spouts out the leader's ideology and rewards the most faithful comrades/citizens/brainwashed followers. Any sort of a religion has been replaced with the leader's (the editor's) ideology. And the leader attempts to suboordinate/subdude more powerful officials out of fear of being taken out of power. I could go on a lot more about this but it's late, I'm getting tired, and I don't feel like it.
So put it all together, Counterpoint is like a totalitarian regime which just happens idealized in the form of a ballet production performed on a sinking boat.
Ah, the dangers of mixed metaphors.
The Dictator/editor managed to hover over me an absolutely infuriating amount yesterday afternoon as I attempted to place in the world news column, edit the two articles that we did have, finish my own article, transcribe a tape, and come up with captions and headlines. Oh, and fix minute details about the lines. Ironically enough she told me that her favorite part about being editor was editing the articles. With time she's grown disillusioned with the general quality of the staff writers' work and has since dumped all responsibility on me. Of course, it's a bit difficult to edit three articles typically in 15 minutes (Better articles come with 30 min/per article) while being yelled at and trying to finish my own article because of tape recorder issues. She spends most of her time dissing the staff writers and various others in the basement at the time, checking e-mail, going on Yahoo IM, and looking at random websites about tounge piercing studs and what not. Does anyone else find this *mildly* infuriating? I wouldn't mind so much if she had actually gotten some work done beforehand. On Friday mornings I rush down as soon as I can to fix up the articles again and whatever else (ie the entire paper) that needs work. Eunice didn't send in her article because of various reasons, so Canny decided to write it. By the time it was period 2, she had finished writing one of the lousiest articles I have ever read and grudgingly allowed me 2.5 minutes to edit it while hovering over my shoulder and whining, "No, don't take that away! I know it's a lousy article but fuck people and let them deal with it." 100 copies of the first version of this article got printed already. Alas, Canny could at least have used spell-check or some common sense. Somehow our school turned into "Castile". Aiii. I am now going to call the paper New Castile out of irony. We ended up giving the "bad" copies to the sixies (who never read it anyway; I can attest by all of my pathetic attempts at jamming in Counterpoints into their stupid crammed-full mailboxes) and some in the library buried under Counterpoint Monthly and CFP. Nobody ever reads it there anyway.
It sounds like a rather good name for a totalitarian government, New Castile. If I'm bored and feeling strange enough, I just might make a website for it, like the Worchester Island project.
Can we please just screw tradition and sack the editor? Please? Pretty please? The resignation letter has been tempting me for months. And Oscar Wilde did say that the only way to get rid of temptation is to give in to it...
Counterpoint is like a ballet gone wrong. Everyone switches positions every five minutes, nobody knows any of the steps, it's amazing that there's a production at all beecause several random disasters happen on a weekly basis, and we don't even get the cool shoes and costumes. Oh, and the choreographer disappeared awhile ago. And we don't have any funds, either, not even enough to get one stupid tape recorder. We're underappreciated and undersupported like the arts!
Counterpoint is like a sinking boat: we spend most of our time bailing ourselves out, but we leave behind just enough problems so that we spend even more time bailing ourselves out again next week.
Counterpoint is rather like a totalitarian regime. Ask Kerstin or Sophia for more explanation as they've actually taken I&S and I've fake-learned some stuff just from hearing various conversations. We've got a hierarchy, cleansing of various groups (i.e. freshmen and MSers), the leader has an ideology, attempts to instill loyalty through fear, uses and exploits suboordinates, we've got a multi-layered bureaucracy, there's plenty of propaganda to go around, and there's one dominating party that spouts out the leader's ideology and rewards the most faithful comrades/citizens/brainwashed followers. Any sort of a religion has been replaced with the leader's (the editor's) ideology. And the leader attempts to suboordinate/subdude more powerful officials out of fear of being taken out of power. I could go on a lot more about this but it's late, I'm getting tired, and I don't feel like it.
So put it all together, Counterpoint is like a totalitarian regime which just happens idealized in the form of a ballet production performed on a sinking boat.
Ah, the dangers of mixed metaphors.
The Dictator/editor managed to hover over me an absolutely infuriating amount yesterday afternoon as I attempted to place in the world news column, edit the two articles that we did have, finish my own article, transcribe a tape, and come up with captions and headlines. Oh, and fix minute details about the lines. Ironically enough she told me that her favorite part about being editor was editing the articles. With time she's grown disillusioned with the general quality of the staff writers' work and has since dumped all responsibility on me. Of course, it's a bit difficult to edit three articles typically in 15 minutes (Better articles come with 30 min/per article) while being yelled at and trying to finish my own article because of tape recorder issues. She spends most of her time dissing the staff writers and various others in the basement at the time, checking e-mail, going on Yahoo IM, and looking at random websites about tounge piercing studs and what not. Does anyone else find this *mildly* infuriating? I wouldn't mind so much if she had actually gotten some work done beforehand. On Friday mornings I rush down as soon as I can to fix up the articles again and whatever else (ie the entire paper) that needs work. Eunice didn't send in her article because of various reasons, so Canny decided to write it. By the time it was period 2, she had finished writing one of the lousiest articles I have ever read and grudgingly allowed me 2.5 minutes to edit it while hovering over my shoulder and whining, "No, don't take that away! I know it's a lousy article but fuck people and let them deal with it." 100 copies of the first version of this article got printed already. Alas, Canny could at least have used spell-check or some common sense. Somehow our school turned into "Castile". Aiii. I am now going to call the paper New Castile out of irony. We ended up giving the "bad" copies to the sixies (who never read it anyway; I can attest by all of my pathetic attempts at jamming in Counterpoints into their stupid crammed-full mailboxes) and some in the library buried under Counterpoint Monthly and CFP. Nobody ever reads it there anyway.
It sounds like a rather good name for a totalitarian government, New Castile. If I'm bored and feeling strange enough, I just might make a website for it, like the Worchester Island project.
Can we please just screw tradition and sack the editor? Please? Pretty please? The resignation letter has been tempting me for months. And Oscar Wilde did say that the only way to get rid of temptation is to give in to it...
