Well I’ve got some good announcements and some bad announcements. The NYU Summer Publishing Institute officially ended on Friday and I graduated with a Certificate in Publishing (yey me!). Good news: with the institute over, I will now have time to be regular with my blog posts yet again. Bad news, though, is that the reason I’ll have time is because, for the first time in my life, I am no longer a student, but just plain unemployed. Sad times.
On the Harry Potter front, I have good news. I went to see the Harry Potter Exhibit in Times Square and it was fabulous. Before entering you can get sorted by the Sorting Hat (every kid’s dream come true). The rest of the exhibit is mostly composed of props and outfits the characters wear, but if you pay a little extra for the audio tour, it’s totally worth it because the fashion designer for the films has some really fascinating insights on all the clothing choices. I was almost starstruck seeing the Invisibility Cloak and all of the wands (Elder Wand included) right in front of me. I (maybe) felt like jumping up and down shouting that I had found the three Deathly Hallows and for everyone to come look. Maybe. If I were to pick a wand out of the collection, I think Professor Slughorn’s would suit me the best. My favorite part was when I could pull screaming mandrakes out of their pots! For those of you still feeling sad about the last movie, read some of the Harry Potter focused postcards at Postsecret.com today.
Because there was a ticket deal going on, I also went in to see the Pompeii exhibit. I totally fell in love with frescos–an art form I had never encountered before–and if you’re “mature enough,” as the sign warns, you can see what a Pompeii brothel looked like. I’m not entirely sure why there’s a theme going on in my blog and in my recent museum visits. First there was the Hiroshima exhibit at the Photography Center with the shadows and now there are the Pompeii body casts. Thousands of people were smothered and buried in volcanic ash during the 79 A.D. eruption. Over the centuries, their bodies decayed and left behind a hallow impression. Archeologists used them as a mold, filled the pockets with concrete, and then cracked them open to reveal these horrific statues of what people looked like when they died. Seeing the actual curve of their thighs, the impression of them pulling their cloaks over their mouths to filter the poisonous air, and some curled up holding each other made it hauntingly real. The absolute saddest one, though, was a dog who was chained up and was slowly smothered by the ash despite his best efforts to crawl out and escape.
Still waiting on the same journals to get back to me:
- Painted Bride Quarterly (date submitted: January 4th; what submitted: 1 fiction, 1 non-fiction) Official Response Time: unknown
- Cicada (date submitted: February 16th; what submitted: 2 poems) Official Response Time: up to 4 months
- storySouth (date submitted: June 1st; what submitted: 1 fiction) Official Response Time: 2-6 months
- Weave magazine (date submitted: June 1st; what submitted: 1 non-fiction) Official Response Time: 3 months