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So, I'm in Philadelphia Albany.

It's sort of like Baltimore. Except with no harbor. And more crime. But really it's a pretty cool city -- very eclectic, great music scene (I'm going to see The Ting Tings Saturday, and The Police & Elvis Costello in two weeks), coffee that will make the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and Fence.

I didn't even know what Fence was until about six months ago. I was searching for internships, and Josh kindly pointed me in their direction. I've been a faithful reader since. And, as of May, I've also been an intern.

Fence is more than a magazine, though -- or, should I say, "literary journal." It is also a book publisher. A corporation. A place for young writers to be discovered and for established writers to experiment. And, according to the letters that I've been sending to booksellers all week, it's a "superlatively relevant source of new writing." A "Holy Grail."

But hey, it's 5:40pm on a Wednesday and I'm finally done emailing and reading submissions, so I have to head back to my gloriously messy apartment and prepare for a showing of Project Runway tonight. I'll post later about some of my exploits (i.e. book release parties, Aaron Kunin's new novel, and my new tattoo!).

Meanwhile, check out what I've been doing with my weekdays: fenceportal.org

-LC