Highdeas from our staff meeting on 4/20

stonerbearAs a daily publication, BlogDailyHerald is a well-oiled machine that can only function successfully as long as its several staff members are all on the same page. To this end, BlogDH holds weekly staff meetings on 5 p.m. on Sunday evenings so that writers can flesh out their ideas, make connections with other writers with whom they hope to collaborate, and get feedback from the editorial staff.

Yet in the spirit of one particular spring holiday, we must ask: why was this week’s BlogDH meeting different from all other BlogDH meetings? Our answer: Our meeting took place at 5 p.m. on 4/20. Yep, that’s a mere 40 minutes after Brown’s student body took to the Main Green at 4:20 p.m. and enjoyed its… main green. Some of our staff members partook in the festivities as well. It’s also important to note that these staff meetings take place in Faunce House—a prime, central location on campus (read: right on the Main Green). What resulted was a staff meeting of epic proportions: snacks in hand and smirks on their faces, our writers didn’t simply pitch post ideas for the coming week; rather, they pitched and contributed epic highdeas. Here are some of the highlights from our meeting:

 ~5:00 p.m.
The troops file in slowly. Donning sunglasses, they giggle as they place their snacks in the middle of the floor. Teddy Grahams. Ritz Bits. Matzo, which was given out by Chabadniks on the Main Green, who cleverly noted that students were feeling “chai.” A single 640-calorie F’Real Peanut Butter milkshake. Tate’s ~*gluten free*~ double chocolate cookies. Double chocolate Oreos. A roll of cookie dough and 15 spoons from Campus Market. A feast fit for a bunch of high college students.

5:05 p.m.
The meeting begins. We get off to a slow start as the foodstuffs makes their way around the room. Owner of the F’Real milkshake insists that a fellow writer take a bite. Writer takes a bite; says the shake is “Very good.” The owner exclaims, “But look at the calories!!!!” Writer replies, “Whoa.”

5:06 p.m.
We deal with the usual housekeeping things:
1)  This week’s post of the week.
2) ADOCH is this week. Conversation devolves into an incredibly meta discussion about how “it’s awesome that everything has come full circle,” especially for our freshmen writers. We call out the writers whom we photographed at the ADOCH activities fair last year and who subsequently applied and were accepted to write for Blog. The room goes silent. Minds are blown.
3) Our Mean Girls screening on April 30. This event has been in the making for weeks, yet those leading the meeting are having a hard time recalling the name of the film that we’re showing.

5:10 p.m.
We begin to move around the room and pitch ideas. One writer says he’s idealess. One editor suggests that he check out the new chicken wing food truck. No one remembers the name. One writer thinks it’s Wings N Things. People erupt in response, saying, “No, that’s next to Bagel Gourmet!” Other writers just blurt out “Wiiiiiiiiiings ooooovvvverrrr.” We determine that the name of the wing truck is actually Citizen Wing. With that behind us, one writer says. “Yeah, Citizen Wing. Yeah.”

5:13 p.m.
Another writer is up. He is also dry on ideas. One editor shuffles an Honest Tea bottle back and forth between his hands and posits that a fruitful post idea is looking at the bottled drinks for sale in the Blue Room and determining which is most optimal for refilling with water. This point prompts the following comments from our writers:

“Honest Tea is glass, though. It will break!!!”
“Seltzer. Seltzer, seltzer, seltzer. Mmmm.”
“Last night, I saw someone filled up a Jo’s Salad Bowl with Powerade.”

5:16 p.m.
One writer flings a Peanut Butter jar across the room to another writer. It doesn’t quite make it. Lots and lots of giggling.

5:20 p.m.
Writer: “I went to a naked party last night…
Editor 1: “Did anyone go to the naked party last night?”

Eight to ten writers raise their hands. Discussion ensues about last night’s naked party, naked parties in general, and how to best craft a post to deal with this topic. 

Writer:  “I was thinking about a post like our ‘Anatomy of a RISD Party‘ post, but, like, ‘Anatomy of a Naked Party.’ It’s a play on words, so it’s, like, really good.”

Food continues to be passed around the room. 

5:22 p.m.
Editor 2: “Ohhh… so there was a naked party last night.”

Delayed reaction of the century.

5:29 p.m.
A few writers later: “I’m going to write a post on Mande [TAPS0330].”
Editor 2: “What day?”
Many writers, in unison: “Mande. It’s a class here.”
Editor 2: “But yeah, what day is it?”

5:32 p.m.
BlogDH has one staffer in particular who’s definitely wont to hang with his friend Mary Jane. It’s his turn to pitch: “I was thinking a catalogue of 4/20 things going on on campus. There’s a difference between 4:20 a.m. and 4:20 p.m. They’re VERY different times. Also, like, 4/20 and Easter being on the same day…”

Different writer: “He hotboxed that cave.” #yikes

5:33 p.m.
Aggressive drumming takes place outside.
Thirty writers rush toward the small window in Faunce 229, which overlooks the Main Green. Amidst the confusion and chaos, a sober writer grabs his back and carefully sneaks out the door. A not sober editor yells, “WAIT!!!!! Where are you going?!” And with that, the writer is gone.

5:34 p.m.
The entire staff is still assembled at the window; an editor yells, “In ten seconds, everyone’s gotta be sitting down.” Ten seconds is not enough time for our writers to remove themselves from the window.

5:35 p.m.
Idea sharing continues; a writer whispers to another writer, “Pssssst. Whose Ritz Bits are those?”

5:38 p.m.
A RISD writer on ADOCH: “I hosted a pre-frosh for ADOCH, and I don’t even go here.”

5:39 p.m.
One writer’s pitch is interrupted by increasingly loud drums, cymbals, and gongs that start up again and get louder as the draw closer to Faunce Arch (since we’re sitting in the room directly above it). The noise gets louder; one writer yells, “It’s a stampede!!!!!”

5:41 p.m.
Two writers sitting next to each other are the only two people in the room wearing sunglasses. One person points out how funny one’s John Lennon-esque glasses look indoors and the entire staff erupts in laughter.

5:44 p.m.
Next writer in the circle is up to pitch ideas. He acknowledges that it’s his turn and begins to share his idea… yet stops suddenly and looks around the room and asks, “Me? Me?” It’s clearly his turn.

5:45 p.m.
Everyone is taking selfies of themselves and sending Snapchats.

5:46 p.m.
Next writer: “My main plan of action right now is to use this video camera.” He pulls out a camcorder. “It’s a Canon G31.”
Editor 2: “Do you make videos now?”
Writer: “Yeah, I just got this in the mail.”
Editor 2: “Do you have any idea how to use that?”

No answer. But lots and lots of laughter.

5:49 p.m.
Next writer up: “I want to write a post about where the Mean Girls characters are now. Like the girl who makes cakes out of sunshine and rainbows. Where is she now?! Like, Aaron Samuels. He’s a spin instructor and he’s gay!”
Another writer: “AARON SAMUELS IS GAY?!”

5:51 p.m. 
Someone pitches an idea that requires the expertise of our webmaster and resident wizard, Joe Stein. Editors ask webmaster if a certain idea is feasible, and one editor blurts out: “Wait, Joe Stein, when did you get here?” He was in the room the whole time.

5:52 p.m.
Next pitch is about a “Man on the Street” video series that’s in the works. We discuss how it would involve asking Brown students Brown trivia.

The second of two writers in sunglasses folds his arms over his chests, nods his head, and slowly says “seventeen sixty-fourrrrrrrrrrrr.”

5:54 p.m.
The meeting is over; every writer in the room has gone around and shared his/her ideas. Everyone remains seated. Tate’s cookies and Oreos continue to go around the room.

Editor: “I’m waiting to see if anyone will realize that the meeting is over.”

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And with this, Brunonia, you know you have a stellar week of content coming your way from BlogDH. We take our highdeas from (high) concept to launch. Stay tuned.

2 Comments

  1. What

    What the hell is this crap?

  2. LOL sounds EPIC. Hah love that weed, makes me so hungry and I swear I laugh at everything!!!!

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