Getting in touch with God
Attention sinners: While you were back home hooking up with your ex-girlfriends I was spending my fall break getting in touch with God. Contrary to popular opinion God, the Almighty, does not reside in Heaven or on Mount Olympus, but instead selected as Her criznibble Edmond, Okla. A 40 foot tall cross greets intrepid travelers as they penetrate Edmond’s city limits. Although the cross is dwarfed by a nearby water tower bearing the slogan “GO SOONERS,” it nonetheless serves as a stern reminder to wayward wanderers like myself that “you’re in God’s hood now, biotch.”
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Coalition responds to racist e-mail
The Coalition of Anti-racist Whites (CARW) received a hate e-mail in mid-September. The letter included racist slurs, stereotypes, violent cartoons and criticism of our group’s mission. As a way to process such blatant racism, our group decided to deconstruct the language and arguments exhibited in the e-mail in order to better understand how to respond to this type and more subtle forms of racism. We are writing this letter to the editor to evaluate some of the more blatantly racist ideas and the more subtle themes and statements in the e-mail and society. In so doing, we recognize our privilege in being able to proceed with little or no fear of the repercussions. By sharing our thoughts about the e-mail, we hope to raise awareness and challenge Grinnellians to identify racism and privilege in the community and within themselves.
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Three is an aging bird-brained crowd
I worry about old people and birds and their crowds. Worry as in fear, fear tiered into a horrific trifle cake. Cake you can’t refuse in London because it’s everywhere. Sure crowds can be good. Crowded House was a relatively good music group. Before they got old. But crowds are not good like free cable or big cookies or finally having your roommate put the toilet paper on the plastic rod instead of you are all good. It’s more a dashing-out-in-an-afternoon thunderstorm kind of good: invigorating until something goes horribly awry and suddenly you remember you’re wearing an all-white cotton jumpsuit and no underwear and there’s mud in your nostrils. Or you realize old people/birds are crazy. My harrowing realization tales may be as unnecessary as instructions to never ever wear all-white jumpsuits, but could be helpful nonetheless. Plus I turned 21 (three times seven) last week and now it’s finals week and in my weak state I need any kind of help I can get. Or give.
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Ladies man strikes again
Fall break gave me plenty of time to ponder. I pondered mysteries of the universe, philosophy and what makes Jell-O so fun to eat through a straw, among other things. After hours upon hours of strenuous, painful thought, I came to a conclusion, which I’m sure is new to everyone: college is hard.
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Random Rants
Students speak out about what’s on their minds in 142 words, and you’re invited! If you have a random rant, email it to me at anderseb@grinnell.edu. After all, complaining in a public forum is always more fun than doing it alone.
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