Happy Thanksgiving Eve! We at The Grail are thankful to be done with another semester of reporting: Finals week is our last issue! Tomorrow, million of families will be huddled around the kitchen table, sharing laughs, bonding, and eating unhealthy amounts of carbohydrates. With Turkey comes relatives, and with relatives come your relatives’ weird stories. Hear Grace discuss the recount the tale of her turn-of-the-millenium woes (8). Are you fan of movies with subtitles? Philosophical inquiries? Unrealistic wardrobe choice? You may be artist in your family, and Holy Motors (5) may be the movie for you. Reed’s divestment is a contentious issue these days, read about it (1) an argue with family members over a cup of hot chocolate. Lastly, the ruling in the Michael Brown case has come as a shock to many Americans, who took to the streets yesterday to rally and show their respect. See photos of how the vigils in Portland went down (4). Have a safe holiday everyone.
Brendan, Brian, Grace, Jordan, Lauren, Maddy, and Vikram
News & Features
Students’ struggle to effect social change through Reed College and its endowment is not new. In the 1980s students fought to have the college divest from South Africa and last year students continued to fight for social change and urged Reed to divest from fossil fuels.
Igor Vamos ’90, chosen to give their commencement address by the Class of 2014, announced that the College would completely divest its $500 million endowment of fossil fuels. Reedies rejoiced over the good news — what many students campaigned for and believed in — and announced it to their friends and family online. But just hours later the Reed community received an email dashing its hopes of divestment. Vamos’ culture-jamming political activism group, Yes Men, had planned the prank with Fossil Free Reed.
Monday night’s announcement of the grand jury decision not to indict Darren Wilson, the police officer who shot and killed Michael Brown in Ferguson, MO on August 9 of this year, left people across the country, and across our campus, with deeply felt emotions ranging from devastation, to rage, to fear. In light of this paralyzing news, though, many were compelled to act, standing up for the justice they do not think was achieved in the courts.
How do I write a whole article about a movie, like “Holy Motors,” that resists critical interpretation? Where do I go when even the director, Leos Carax, willfully guards himself from interviews? I hate the New Yorker review and Google isn’t helping, so I’m at a loss.
Here, I have an idea: Please allow me a paragraph to type out whatever comes to my mind, and maybe I’ll find something in there that’ll help me out with this.
Miss Lonely Hearts
Dearest Miss Lonely Hearts,
I need your advice. You see, Honey came in and she caught me red-handed creeping with the girl next door. Picture this: we were both butt-naked, banging on the bathroom floor. How could I forget that I had given her an extra key? All this time she was standing there, she never took her eyes off me. But, Miss Lonely Hearts she caught me on the counter, she saw me kissin’ on the sofa. Oh Miss Lonely hearts, she saw the marks on my shoulder; heard the words that I told her. She even heard the scream get louder. Miss, she stayed until it was over. Now, I told her it wasn’t me. But she didn’t believe a word I told her.
I don’t know what to do. Miss Lonely Hearts, I am begging you on one knee, how do I get my Honey back?
—It Wasn’t Me
I was born and raised in the town where everybody claims to be Somebody, 90 hours a year are spent seething in traffic, and if you look closely at the children careening through the park like horses, you will realize that they are not just being children, but are actually enrolled in “Prancercising Class,” a costly fitness regimen involving springy and rhythmic ways of moving, similar to a horse’s gait and “ideally induced by elation.” It is the land of the hallow-cheeked and proudly uninformed: The Westside of Los Angeles.
When the new millennium approaches, I am in kindergarten, attending a small progressive school where math is secondary to individuality, and kindness is always more relevant than science. We call our teachers by their first names, for they, like us, are life-long learners, our equals both in the classroom and on the handball court.
Thee Oh Sees, Deafheaven & Pallbearer