QuestLog 3.14
After a one-week hiatus, the QuestLog is back. As I sit here with a coffee cup that proudly displays two bears on what appear to be scooters (support your local Paradox), I realize that there are just sixteen days until Renn Fayre. In that time, I have a thesis to revise and (to some extent) rewrite. But I need something to keep my mind occupied, so for the nine or ten of you that still read the Quest (including at most two of its editors), please sit back and enjoy five minutes of writing completely devoid of any intellectual thought whatsoever. It’ll be a welcome respite.
12:08 – I’m glad Tian took the time to write in about some of the positive behavior at the Owl fiasco. I know that a number of people helped create space for Diana when she was on the ground, that a number of students on the periphery helped to pull out and calm down some of the crazy kids in the scrum, and that for the most part we were looking out for one another. Aside from my near-broken, bloody nose, I was just disappointed that the owl only moved about twenty feet in three hours. Lame.
12:12 – Leslie Zukor doesn’t think there’s enough matzah in commons. I remember once that my very Jewish friend bitched about having to buy an entire box instead of just a single slice(?) of matzah. Dan of commons responded by giving him a free box. I can assure you they don’t believe your religious traditions are irrelevant. Or Rami Bridge really knows how to complain. Little of column A, little of column B.
12:16 – Jeremy Massler reports that Rick went down with some kind of injury in rugby. In other “news”, the sun rose this morning, Reedies are awkward, and Bill O’Reilly is retarded. (One of these is actually an article in this issue of the Quest.) The question isn’t whether Rick is injured, it’s always how Rick was injured.
By the way, you should have a look at O’Reilly’s argument with Geraldo Rivera about illegal immigration on YouTube. It’s impossible to pick a side, kinda like choosing between hanging or having your heart scooped out with a melon baller. Yeah, those two guys are delightful.
12:22 – This Dan Schoknecht stuff is a little out of hand. I think what we all need to understand is that Reed, as a selective college, can only admit 30% of applicants. That means 70% are turned away, many of whom are bright and capable students. Whose acceptance do you want to reverse in order to admit Dan? Sure, the kid decided to pound a few red bulls and write something clever, but I can assure you that the admission process considers (and ought to consider) far more than this.
Just to speculate, perhaps it was Dan’s urging of the admission office to send “he’s a admit” letters to accepted students. Did nobody else notice this glaring grammatical error? Adrian Chen (the champion of the “Save Dan” campaign) should probably just buy him a copy of Strunk & White’s Elements of Style, tell him to study hard, and have him reapply in a year when he has a better grasp of the English language.
On a positive note, I will say that I’m beyond impressed that he managed to spell “Schoknecht” correctly no less than eight times.
12:32 – Ugh. CSO Blotter. Bottom line: don’t slash Tedros’s tires or he’ll fuck your shit up. You don’t want to play with that fire. This is my serious face.
Speaking of fucking shit up, for those of you without HBO, you missed a thrilling season premiere of the Sopranos. The centerpiece of the episode was a fist fight between Tony and Bobby over a drunken game of Monopoly, which ended with Tony sending Bobby to “break his cherry” by killing the first person of his mob career. Miscellaneous highlights include Tony receiving an assault rifle for his birthday, AJ sleeping with his Hispanic girlfriend in Tony and Carmella’s bed, and Meadow Soprano. She’s still really, really hot. It’s not TV, it’s HBO.
12:36 – I’m pretty sure that Bryson Davies doesn’t exist, but is in fact the conceptual union of two unique individuals at Reed. I asked Byron Davies about his electric car article and he absolved himself of responsibility. Here’s what I know about electric cars: my housemate went to see the video in Psych 105 and couldn’t stop talking about electric cars for the next three hours. One model gets 150 miles to the gallon, which is much more impressive than a purely electric car, because 150 is such a big fucking number. Frankly, they must be cool, because my housemate said so. Yes, this is how I form all my opinions and make all social judgments.
12:40 – Nick must not have been at the Senate meeting. Honestly, I’m glad he finally got a break from the thrashing Kailyn undeservedly gave him. Nick’s a good sport, but he’s not a douchebag. As Reedies, let’s try to be ironically abrasive instead of blatantly belligerent. That way, it’s funny!
I’ll see all your pretty faces at Renn Fayre.
12:08 – I’m glad Tian took the time to write in about some of the positive behavior at the Owl fiasco. I know that a number of people helped create space for Diana when she was on the ground, that a number of students on the periphery helped to pull out and calm down some of the crazy kids in the scrum, and that for the most part we were looking out for one another. Aside from my near-broken, bloody nose, I was just disappointed that the owl only moved about twenty feet in three hours. Lame.
12:12 – Leslie Zukor doesn’t think there’s enough matzah in commons. I remember once that my very Jewish friend bitched about having to buy an entire box instead of just a single slice(?) of matzah. Dan of commons responded by giving him a free box. I can assure you they don’t believe your religious traditions are irrelevant. Or Rami Bridge really knows how to complain. Little of column A, little of column B.
12:16 – Jeremy Massler reports that Rick went down with some kind of injury in rugby. In other “news”, the sun rose this morning, Reedies are awkward, and Bill O’Reilly is retarded. (One of these is actually an article in this issue of the Quest.) The question isn’t whether Rick is injured, it’s always how Rick was injured.
By the way, you should have a look at O’Reilly’s argument with Geraldo Rivera about illegal immigration on YouTube. It’s impossible to pick a side, kinda like choosing between hanging or having your heart scooped out with a melon baller. Yeah, those two guys are delightful.
12:22 – This Dan Schoknecht stuff is a little out of hand. I think what we all need to understand is that Reed, as a selective college, can only admit 30% of applicants. That means 70% are turned away, many of whom are bright and capable students. Whose acceptance do you want to reverse in order to admit Dan? Sure, the kid decided to pound a few red bulls and write something clever, but I can assure you that the admission process considers (and ought to consider) far more than this.
Just to speculate, perhaps it was Dan’s urging of the admission office to send “he’s a admit” letters to accepted students. Did nobody else notice this glaring grammatical error? Adrian Chen (the champion of the “Save Dan” campaign) should probably just buy him a copy of Strunk & White’s Elements of Style, tell him to study hard, and have him reapply in a year when he has a better grasp of the English language.
On a positive note, I will say that I’m beyond impressed that he managed to spell “Schoknecht” correctly no less than eight times.
12:32 – Ugh. CSO Blotter. Bottom line: don’t slash Tedros’s tires or he’ll fuck your shit up. You don’t want to play with that fire. This is my serious face.
Speaking of fucking shit up, for those of you without HBO, you missed a thrilling season premiere of the Sopranos. The centerpiece of the episode was a fist fight between Tony and Bobby over a drunken game of Monopoly, which ended with Tony sending Bobby to “break his cherry” by killing the first person of his mob career. Miscellaneous highlights include Tony receiving an assault rifle for his birthday, AJ sleeping with his Hispanic girlfriend in Tony and Carmella’s bed, and Meadow Soprano. She’s still really, really hot. It’s not TV, it’s HBO.
12:36 – I’m pretty sure that Bryson Davies doesn’t exist, but is in fact the conceptual union of two unique individuals at Reed. I asked Byron Davies about his electric car article and he absolved himself of responsibility. Here’s what I know about electric cars: my housemate went to see the video in Psych 105 and couldn’t stop talking about electric cars for the next three hours. One model gets 150 miles to the gallon, which is much more impressive than a purely electric car, because 150 is such a big fucking number. Frankly, they must be cool, because my housemate said so. Yes, this is how I form all my opinions and make all social judgments.
12:40 – Nick must not have been at the Senate meeting. Honestly, I’m glad he finally got a break from the thrashing Kailyn undeservedly gave him. Nick’s a good sport, but he’s not a douchebag. As Reedies, let’s try to be ironically abrasive instead of blatantly belligerent. That way, it’s funny!
I’ll see all your pretty faces at Renn Fayre.
posted by Fish at 5:08 PM
1 comments
