Author Archives: JPS

Born and raised in Silvis, Ill., in the Quad-Cities area, James Patrick Schmidt is a man of many names. JPS, James of Silvis, Big Papa, C-3JPS and, on occasion, Pugsly.

He has a degree in journalism, a girlfriend of eight years, a passion for poetry, and a (questionably successful) quest to be a Renaissance Man. He resides in Gainesville, Fla., where he works at The New York Times Editing Center.

JPS attended Catholic schools and is an Eagle Scout from Boy Scout Troop 383. He has experience copy editing, designing and reporting across four different newsrooms and his favorite color is blue.

The label-maker job hunt

I used to think of myself as a writer. Then a journalist. And a poet. Then a storyteller. Then a marketer. Then an analyst. I am none of things because I am all of them. Lots of us face this problem. As human beings, we naturally strive to grow. And whenever you expand your skills […]

“The slightest trace of what you once believed”

Two weeks from today will be my last day at work, and then I’m unemployed. I’ll be packing up my life to chase a dream, once again, to a new place. Some things never change. I could have written that paragraph 3 or 4 times before #Life went on hiatus (Like this). I’m still the […]

How to Read a Book While Walking

While driving home from the grocery store, Jean and I spotted one of the kids who lives in our complex. He was walking his dog. While riding his bike. While reading a book. Jean laughed, and I admitted that the kid, probably about 12 years old, reminded me of myself. I never attempted something as […]

Joining Into My New Community

In every new place I’ve lived, I’ve found communities to join with people that became my friends, many of whom helped define the part of my life I shared with them. It started as a child in Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts. In college, it was the other journalists at The Maneater, our student newspaper. […]

The Importance of Failing, or, Waking the Flailing Beast

At the beginning of April, I hadnt written a poem in six months. It’s an awful feeling, knowing that I essentially ignored a huge part of who I am, who I want to be. But ignored isn’t the right word. On several occasions, I stared into a legal pad with my favorite pen in hand, […]

Echoes of an Old Profession

On Monday, I reacted with the rest of the country at the tragedy unfolding in Boston. When it happened, I did what I’ve always done, the same thing journalists all across the country were doing. I looked for the best sources of information coming out of a confusing and rapidly changing situation. I talked to […]

Cloak and Dagger

There are a lot of secrets on the job hunt. Secrets from employers. Secrets from coworkers. Secrets from Facebook friends and Twitter followers. It can be hard to talk to people normally when the first thought on your mind is this secret. On top of that, I’m really bad at job hunting. That lack of […]

The last I saw of Gainesville

Goodbyes are peculiar. They can be casual or serious, temporary or permanent. They can be filled with emotion. They can be over-thought. I have a friend who likes to scream “Goodbye forever!” whenever she leaves the presence of anyone. Just in case. You could die, she could die, or maybe the continent is going to […]

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Here I am, living in the Chicago suburbs with Jean. It’s been a month now. More than a month. I don’t think it’s been two yet, but I could be wrong. Honestly, I’ve not been keeping track. When I finally made it here after leaving my job in Gainesville, I stopped counting. For the last […]

Freedom and fear as synonyms

Today, I woke up unemployed. With no job waiting for me, I am in the final stages of packing everything I own and moving halfway across the country. Again. This time, instead of moving for a job, I am moving because it’s what I want to do. What I need to do. Even though I […]