When UPC ex-prez Brian No ’10 offered me the title of The Ink‘s “Editorial Director” a little more than a year ago, this here site was but a couple of awkward posts, written by the members of a rather obscure club, that also happens to be really, really old. So I figured, Taking an ancient institution into the 21st century should be fun and not big a deal. And then apparently people started reading us. A lot of ’em. Which, I mean — What? Really? We like it though, so thanks.
I should say that The Ink started as an effort to expand the Press Club’s presence online in the midst of a changing media landscape, but it quickly became something more than just an extension of our work with publications. Yeah, I guess we became “bloggers,” but even more than that, I think we became a voice. Over the past year or so UPC has emerged as a campus institution students can count on for news, commentary, and the occasional laugh. I’m glad to have had a part in shaping that and UPC history.
But my time’s up now. Yes, after writing north of a hundred posts of varying wit and quality, editing countless others, and losing a bit of my sanity the whole time, I’m hanging up the ol’ keyboard and getting kicked out. Good riddance, right?
At any rate, a round of thanks are in order for making The Ink what it is today. So, I want to acknowledge the newsmakers, the personalities, and the ridiculous that make Princeton great: Sabra hummus, Four Loko, Jane Randall, Connor Diemand-Yauman, freshmen, alumni who make bad decisions, Bros Icing Bros, campus printers, Firestone, PrincetonFML (and The Mod), The Economy, Princeton Reunions, USG, long walks to Forbes, Chatroulette, senior theses, Cannon Club, Dean’s Date, Shirley Tilghman, Nancy Malkiel, Yale, the Prince, the cold, IvyGate, the U-Store, Small World, Rap Music, and of course, the Princeton Masturbator.
And of course, we’re thankful for you — our readers. A lot of times people come up to me and say they’ve been reading The Ink and love it, or that something we posted was kind of insulting, or that it was spot on, or that your blog isn’t funny bro, or that it’s really just pretty asinine, et cetera. And honestly, we take that to heart and try to make our site better for you guys since, well, we’re not writing it for ourselves. Please keep the (constructive?) criticism coming; we really do listen.
So before I overstay my welcome (and before, honestly, I lose any more time remaining to scrounge up a thesis), I’ll hand the mic over to Giri Nathan ’13, your new Editorial Director. He’s a fine individual. Address any and all hatred/criticism/concern to him now; I’ll still be accepting praise.
And with that, I’ll be taking my leave. It’s been fun, and I’m glad to have been along for the ride. Here’s to another 100 years of crazy things happening at Princeton, to the imminent repeal of grade deflation, and our enjoying it all together in some gaudy orange and black. See you at Reunions.