Of the few hundred posts I written for Vox, this is the one I least enjoy.
In a few minutes, I’ll hand my blogging keys over to Geoffrey Bible and Nico Dodd, the two Voice writers who will gratuitously Blingee photos in my stead. Then, I’m headed back to the kind of news writing that doesn’t involve typing into tiny browser windows and photoshopping Jack DeGioia. (… yet.)
The last seven-and-a-half months gave us Stephen R. Brown‘s voyeuristic website, Georgetown’s worst ideas, anti-campus plan lawn signs, Jim O’Donnell and Dan Porterfield eating chicken wings, Village A window wars, and DMT. I’ll miss it all.
I can’t write enough about the readers and commenters who made my job well worth the stress and sleep deprivation, so I won’t waste any words. Vox is nothing without its audience and I’m eager to see what it’ll be like to join your ranks.
See you on the other side.