As the weeks drag on from March to April to the oft-dreamed-of May, you may feel you are sinking. Oh no wait, you are swimming, you are doing a great job, oh and then, nevermind, you are sinking again. Well, reader, if these weeks are dragging you down, now’s the time start daydreaming about the future—of radio (1). And even if things seem like the absolute worst, at least your condiments aren’t getting divorced, like Grace’s dearest friends from her Burning Man days (6). Speaking of Burning Man, got summer plans? Do you fantasize about meeting a cutie at the water-refill station, perhaps? Well, Miss Lonely Hearts has some suggestions for you (7). While we are still bopping from class to class, though, De Sastre’s critiquing their own styles this week, just to keep things fresh (8), and Charlie has it all from Moleskine notebooks to Yeezy to Electric Wizard in this week’s Cultural Column (9). And if all this doesn’t soothe you, remember, if you feel like jumping out of a window during conference, you’re not alone. The Grail has created a Bingo board to keep you entertained (10). So sit, back, relax, and play a few games of Bingo; everything will be okay.
Brendan, Brian, Grace, Jordan, Lauren, Maddy & Vikram
News & Features
Reed students tend to be opinionated, outspoken, and inquisitive. What better place for them to critically question the world than radio? Reed has a long and storied history of radio personalities, from the quirky Dr. Demento (Barry Hansen ’63) to the news-oriented Arun Rath ’92, weekend host of NPR’s All Things Considered. What is it then about the siren call of radio that attracts so many Reedies? Is it the glamour of a dying medium? The narcissistic impulse to hear yourself on air? Or is it simply an excuse to ask people invasive questions, satisfy your own curiosity, and get paid for it?
Conference can sometimes make you want to pull your hair out from frustration. The Grail knows this feeling all too well, so we thought we’d provide a safe, relatively harm-free alternative. Now check off as many in a row as you can and don’t let Pancho see!
Two of my closest friends are in the midst of a brutal divorce, and it is simply devastating. Just devastating. See, I’ve known Ketchup and Mustard for twenty-nine years. We met at the first ever Burning Man in 1986. Mustard was wearing a Metallica T-Shirt and no pants. Ketchup was wearing his stonewashed Gap jeans. Remember how they were faded before you bought ‘em? Ah, jeez. So bodacious.
We’ve had our segment here in The Grail for almost a year. Yet this week we realized you— friends, Romans, countrymen—have no reason to trust our aesthetic.
Dear Miss Lonelyhearts,
When I was home over winter break, a good friend of mine introduced me to two friends of hers whom she’d brought home with her from college. The three of us hit it off — well, we did much more than hit it off. I ended up having sex with both of them. At the same time. By the way, none of us had really planned on a threesome, and I’m not usually the kind of person to be so sexually exploratory. It was equal parts exhilarating and extremely stressful. But anyway, it turns out that the person who I did most but not all of the sexual stuff with had been a virgin, and this was their first sexual experience. Fast forward four months, and this person has a summer internship in Seattle! They messaged me to let me know that they were coming to the PNW, and asked if I wanted to hang out. Since our relationship up to now has been purely sexual, I’d be kind of interested in having some kind of a summer hookup. But I have no idea what they want! Is this so that we can become friends? Is this for sex? Something more complicated? What should I do?
— Sexy in Seattle