PETERSBORO, Utah -- Gloom like a Bulwer-Lyttonesque
pall hung heavily over the Cache Valley as
word came that the WORD had gone.
"As he stared at her ample bosom, he
daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors
in his vintage Triumph Spitfire. . . ."
No, wait. . . . That's actual Bulwer-Lyttonism.
We conclude, with joy and trumpets and a tankard
or two, the 10th season of TODAY'S WORD ON
JOURNALISM. What began in 1995 as a professor's
strategy to get his students to read email
(guess that worked!) now has spread, birdflu-like,
far beyond that unwilling audience to self-flagellating
WORD volunteers on five-and-a-half continents.
But the willing and unwilling alike--the halt
and addled and addicted and deluded--will
have to get a life and smell the roses, for
a while anyway.
Today marks the end of the WORD for this academic
season. Even ere the rosy dawn that didth
bust o'er this glade, this vale, this happy
home. . . . ooops. Avert already, Sir Bulwer,
you mangy cur!!!!
Stand in one spot and shoot day after day as Merrill
Library comes down. That was photographer Brianna
Mortensen's assignment. Here she presents a series
of five photos from one vantage point.
/ Photos by Brianna Mortensen
Copyright 1997-2005 Utah State University
Department of Journalism & Communication, Logan UT 84322,
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