Anywho, just in case anyone else reads this blog (hello!) perhaps a bit of explanation regarding our name and purpose would be useful.
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Sing, O Muse, of the summer and the interns and the toil...
We, Maddie, Mary, and Amanda, were in freshman English together, lo those many semesters ago, and in this class we read (all of) the Iliad, the Odyssey, the Aeneid and the Divine Comedy. These works define and contain the conventions, those plot devices and turns of phrase, which make up an "epic." Whenever, in the course of reading these works, an epic convention was spotted, it became our custom to sound the "epic convention alarm," a sort of whooping noise, often accompanied by raised hands or running about in circles (what can I say, we were freshmen).
This summer finds each of us interning: Mary with a newspaper in Ohio, Maddie with a production company in LA, myself with a museum in Massachusetts. We hope that we won't face the more harrowing of the epic conventions (eg: the descent into the underworld) but who knows, we are interns after all.
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