After some mild (to dangerously high) trepidation and a handful of painstakingly filled-out applications, I successfully landed a spot as an intern at Men's Journal magazine in New York this spring. And I'm ridiculously excited (I'll have to lower my expectations later after the newness wears off as to avoid any disappointment in the Big Apple). Not only will I contribute to the magazine's target subjects of travel, sports, technology, movies and celebrities, but the recently instated editor of MJ was the executive editor and music writer for Rolling Stone (both publications are owned by Wenner Media). I was told he wants to beef up MJ's culture/entertainment content and that my music knowledge could come in handy down the road -- maybe help me make some important contacts at the 'Stone and get to live out my dream job. We'll see. I'll be living over at Columbia University in Manhattan and taking the subway to work every day, from the end of April to mid-June. Another internship or the start of something special in my swiftly-approaching career? Only time will tell.
