This feels strange. Like being the weird, paunchy alumni who show up at a kegger making outdated cultural references (see headline) and trying to strike up conversations about classes that have long since been discontinued. So we’ll keep this brief.
Your fearless editor-in-chief Peter Finocchiaro is moving on to even greener pastures, which means our annual-or-so hunt for new talent is on. We’re looking for the usual things: hyper-competence, devilishness
If you’re interested, or know someone who might be, hit us up at firstname.lastname@example.org. Rewards include glory, occasional beers with business/tech guru Zach Ozer, access to the IvyGate Inbox of Wonders™, and the prospect of someday being paid to produce words when you get hired at a respectable publication, if those still exist.
Though principally a blight on humanity, IvyGate has also proved a weirdly effective pipeline into Manhattan media employment, with our alumni now at Gawker, The Atlantic Wire, The New York Observer, The New Republic, Salon, HuffPo, Slate, Newsweek, and elsewhere.
So let us know. This post will stay sticky at the top of the site over winter break, but do look for occasional posts from Wilfred Chan and others below. Best of luck with cheating on your exams. And we’ll, uh, just let ourselves out.
—Chris and Nick