Ode to ball moss, conspiracy theories and science

Maluly Martinez Benavides

May 6, 2016

Editor’s note: A 30 column is a chance for departing permanent staff to say farewell and reflect on their time spent in The Daily Texan’s basement office. The term comes from the old typesetting mark (-30-) to denote the end of a line.

In retrospect, my time at The Daily Texan seems brief and somewhat surreal.

I was an odd candidate to write science: anthropology major, no journalism experience. But Ellen led me down the basement stairs one Sunday afternoon, and suddenly I was learning the ropes (re: words).

Brevity’s not one of my virtues. Thanks (and apologies) to Danielle, Marissa and Cat, who bore my editing sessions before I fell into rhythm.

All my love to the ball moss boss, Eva, and to Ellen, who let me shlep along her adventure. Remember to retain “a sense of unreserved wonderment” (i.e. wake up sheeple!).

So long and thanks for all the fish!

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