The Freelancer’s Bible
People often forget that freelance writing isn’t just a passion – it’s also a business. No one knows that better than Sara Horowitz, head of The Freelancer’s Union and author of The Freelancer’s Bible. This book offers useful tips on the nuts and bolts of working as an…
What a fun, sexy time for us. Betwixt jello shots, feeding each other ribs in the hot tub, and intimate four wheeler excursions around the ranch to star gaze and prod dead deer carcasses, something magical occurred. It was a montage of all the best euphoric moments— a prolonged feeling of infiniteness and a desire to share hugs and kisses with the world. And in some cases, with each other.
I thought I’d missed the boat on spring breaks since I didn’t really do them in school, but adult spring breaks RULE. I highly recommend them, though my body is still in pain from sunburn, wounds from face planting into a pile of wood, and a giant booty bruise from jumping off a golf cart and falling down a hill. I wish spring break could last forever.
And so I think I learned that when you’re writing either for fun, or for your career or your side gig, it has to be inherently important to you because if you’re just doing it to please other people or because it’s glamorous or because you think it’ll make you famous in some way it’s going to disappoint you. So you should write what you want to write and not think about how people are perceiving it. I mean, it’s kinda crazy-making to try to please people all the time and it’s not a good way to frame your career.
A black van zips into the parking lot and a tall dude in Aviator shades and black skinny jeans jumps out and thrusts the sliding door open, smirking and buttoning his flannel, his ironic skinny man’s paunch exposed. Haphazard and prematurely revealed, a disheveled blonde emerges with a sheepish grin. It’s South By South West, and whether you’re looking for love, or just to get lucky, it’s a prime time for encounters of all kinds.
Whether you’re local or just flying in for the festivities, SXSW is known to be a great opportunity not only for finding new music, networking, party rocking, and trying to find investors for your startup. With thousands of PYTs milling around the city, and buckets upon buckets of free booze, it’s the perfect breeding ground for things to get positively primal.
There must be 50 ways to leave your lover, and there’s undoubtedly further ways still to meet them, whether organically, or by the help of wizard’s magic (location based dating apps and the like). In the name of research, I fired up the Tinder, filled out an OKCupid profile, and just got out there in the mix and mingled the good ol’ fashioned way.
We even caught up with Jordan Barnes, the Global PR Manager of the friend finding app called Skout, who advised app users, “Write something distinct in your profile and let your personality shine through. It’s an added bonus to do it the old fashioned way, and yes, you might meet someone organically, but why not dip your toe into the digital world too, and see what’s out there?”
Skeptical, yet open minded, I said, “Sure. Why not?” and got to swiping. There were many abs, much camo, and such gruff looking young men holding up hunted animals. I giggled. I Tindered. I flippantly okayed good ol’ Cupid. But throughout my research and South By shenanigans, I discovered that mostly… people are still meeting up and making moves on each other organically. A little “I like your shark hat” here, a little, “Who’s the best act you’ve seen at SXSW?” there, and a lot of body language everywhere.
Local Casey P.* sighed heavily and shifted her weight repeatedly. The line to get into the venue had snaked all the way down East 6th and threatened to spill onto the highway. She was rolling solo, and was beginning to regret that decision, so when a stranger invited her to another less crowded venue, she gladly tagged along and was introduced to a guy in a band whom she instantly warmed to and spent the rest of the evening gallivanting around Austin with.
She said, “I just remember being in awe of the fact that everything we talked about seemed so important and he was incredibly cute and we were at SXSW- I was just kinda having a great time. We pretended we were guests at the closest hotel and took the elevator to the top floor and the fire exit out to the roof where we had the greatest view of all the festivities of SX all to ourselves. We spent the next 20 minutes making out and looking at this pretty spectacular view.”
Other SXSW goers reported finding more than a friend and chauffeur in their Uber driver, meeting part-time beaus in the drinks line at Hotel Vegas, and even making eyes at one another in a sea of Diarrhea Planet crowd surfers. Call us hopeless romantics, but “diarrhea is the new f*ck” after all, and our matches made through the apps seemed flaky and awkward, whereas our real life encounters struck us as more authentic…and sighworthy.
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