Welcome to My Reality

“I just tell my truth.”                                                 

Christopher Titus                                      

                      

The Devil's Fork; an optical illusion and impossibility. Nonetheless, I've managed to reproduce it here.

 

Reality is based on perspective,           

and since perspective            

is subjective,           

so is the truth,           

so is reality,           

        

(the aspiring reporter said. Ah, paradoxes. It’s all just one long, trippy head game, man! ;) )                                     

                                     

            

Hey there! Katie Gill, pleased to meet you, and if you haven’t guessed, I think too much.                                 

I’m a recent College at Brockport graduate who majored in journalism (print), English (creative writing) and minored in studio art. I like to believe — or, to be accurate, delude myself  into thinking — Meryl Streep and I share a fundamental trait: versatility.           

I have written news articles, stories, plays, songs and poems. I draw, paint, sculpt and photograph. By trade, I’m a journalist focused on old-school print and online media. Ideally, I want a career that takes full advantage of my three areas of study. Working at a specialty publication or being a political cartoonist would be ideal.      

One reason I’m interested in upholding justice and the arts (not mutally exclusive acts, if effective) is that I grew up watching animated social commentaries such as The Simpsons and South Park. I’m like a literary groupie, so I ended up working at my college’s Writers Forum – one of the country’s longest running reading series – for two years, showing my support and getting some behind-the-scenes insights into writing and other people’s realities. I even got to meet a superbly imaginative writer and friend of Matt Groening, Lynda Barry.                                                  

I report both hard and soft news. Obviously, I have an inclination to examine the goings-on in the arts and I aspire to work at a magazine or its online equivalent some day. My favorite magazines include Time, Psychology Today, Scientific American Mind, Newsweek, Psychologies, National Geographic and The Artist’s Magazine.                                                 

I intend to win the Pulitzer one day. I have not yet decided for what.                                                 

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a Power Ranger and save the world. So, logically, versatility, honesty, integrity, justice, resilience, creativity and tenacity are what I’m all about. I’ve chosen the right career path by majoring in journalism.  Now that I’ve matured, I am going to be a reporter and a member of the world’s Justice Squad.        

No doubt I have picked seemingly impractical things to study, but they fit me. My education has been, more or less, rooted in cultural studies and I theorize that the first sociologist was someone who, frustrated and flabberghasted, barked “People should be studied.”                                                   

Keep in mind, and an open one,  that the arts and literature are  the foundation of our culture, so it would be foolish not to examine or be involved with them. This is called a “rationalization.”                                                                          

I’m in the constant process of trying to figure out life; why we’re here, what the point of existing is, what to do if I reach the conclusion that there is no ultimate “purpose,” per se … Again, I should note that I think too much.                          

                                           

My boyfriend said something inspirational one day: “Maybe you’ll save the world.” I was in an Eeyore-meets-emo mood, so I told him, ”The world has to want to be saved in order for me to save it. It’s like an intervention.” I was being sincere.                 

Check out the accompanying pages on this website to learn more about me. Thanks for reading. Peace out, my friend.