It seemed like such a great promotion at the time: "Justin, be the reviews editor, it'll be great! We haven't done reviews before so the bar couldn't be lower!" And they were right, it couldn't have been an easier gig. For the months after I started in February, I would dash off the occasional review about the occasional interesting release, my time never too taxed to preclude my evening constitutional or spinning classes. But oh, folly! Oh hubris! How had I forgotten that for every spring and summer of idle relaxation, there's an autumnal retribution? Come, my friends, stare with me into the fanged, gaping maw of ... September. Read | Permalink | Email this | Comments