Exactly four years ago to this week, I wrote my first Dig article. It was for our long-since defunct Finder column, spotlighting the best places in the city to watch as the leaves change color. Eager to impress my editors with my talent for overwriting, I described the sensation of being overwhelmed by autumnal pleasantness as “entering a golden coma.” Shortly thereafter, I was pulled into then-Managing Editor Laura Dargus’ office, and asked why I had decided upon that particular word choice. I bullshitted something along the lines of “Oh, I just thought it sounded good,” Dargus appeared bemused, but satisfied with this answer, and I was promptly dismissed. Waiting for me when I got back to my laptop was an email from Dargus with a link to the Urban Dictionary definition of “golden coma,”
which to healthily paraphrase, is “to have somebody urinate on you while you are too drunk to notice.”
The line got cut, and I was the weird piss intern for a couple weeks. My entire Dig experience in a nutshell, really.
All kidding aside, I couldn’t hope to even begin to encapsulate the sheer breadth of People, Places, and Really Fucked Up Things that I was fortunate enough to be able to meet, visit, and experience through the merit of my time here, so characteristically, I’m not going to bother. To everybody that was part of these last four years—co-workers, contributors, and gasp! even you, dear reader—I’m immensely proud of what we were able to accomplish together, profoundly grateful that we had the opportunity to do so, impatiently anticipating all the rad shit that’s gonna happen next.
So … that’s all I got, really.
Love you much, and let me know if you need anything.