Ads Don’t Add Up

Comrades of The Quest,

Not many people like ads. Ads are the 30 second long annoyances that interrupt your Jersey Shore marathon, they are the pop-up ads that litter your computer screen, and they are the awkward Cialis commercials during the nightly news. Besides the multi-million dollar ads that run in the Superbowl or the occasional clever ad that goes viral on the web, there’s little incentive to pay attention to an ad. Why, then, do ads saturate virtually every facet of media? Well, because they make money.

Hello From Your New Editors

What’s up, readers? Thanks for electing us to be your Quest editors again. We’ll bring you quality news reporting, interesting features, and opinion from relevant members of the community. Our mission is to bring you the best paper we can this coming semester—but we’ll need your help. We know we’ve not been perfect last semester.

A Queditorial: Shake Up The Quest

As you may or may not be aware, only two of my colleagues, Alex Blum and Alex “Sketchy” Walker will be on next semester’s Quest Board. They will be joined by some of our friends from the freshman class, and I have great confidence that they will continue working to make this a great paper. Why are the other six of us calling it quits? Well, writing the Quest is a damn hard job. We’ve realized, in the course of the semester, that this is partially due to the institutional framework (or lack thereof) around the Quest.

ConQuest: The Summary

So, you all elected ConQuest as your Quest Board for the fall of 2011, and that’s great.  We appreciate it, we really do.  But some of you—those who don’t frequent SIN, perhaps, or who didn’t attend Elections Assembly—are probably wondering what is this ConQuest thing?  Well then.  We are a group of eleven students (yep, eleven) who wish to focus on informative reporting and relevant, respectful opinions and dialogue.  Some key issues that we were previously asked about:

• We will continue to post the Quest online.  However, we will only do so after a week-long waiting period and will refrain from posting specific articles if requested to do so. • As for “undo[ing] the ‘absolute nullity and general cowardice’ of the Quest,” Alex Walker promises to do some muckrakish investigative reporting, potentially on topics like the truth of Bon Appetite’s claims, Reed labor practices, and dorm utility use. • If we get too many submissions for a single issue of the Quest, some articles that are not time-specific will go into the next edition. • If asked by administration or Student Senate not to run an article for a reason other than simple factual inaccuracy, we would have to review why they were making this request as well as why the article was written in the first place.  If the article in question is fair and unbiased but controversial, we believe it should probably go to print.  If the article is at damning or slanderous or contains any breach of privacy, we will probably agree with their request.  Of course, these will be judged on a case-by-case basis and there will always be exceptions. • How are we going to work together?  We each have a specific task for Quest Board and on top of that there will be a rotating triumvirate to keep us all in line.

BYE, BITCHES

Being a Quest editor can totally suck sometimes. Being a Quest editor can totally rock sometimes. This past year we’ve had our fair share of ups and downs, and after our first semester we lost our mom and dad to thesis hell. It was really rough. On our shaky novice legs we wobbled though the first few weeks before starting to build our stride as a lone band of three.

Hang in There, Bitches. It’s Almost Renn Fayre, Ya’ Hear?

As soon as the sun decided to take a peek down on Portland from its cozy spot above those thick grey clouds perpetually pregnant with rain I, your sunshine-deprived Queditor, picked up the children I was babysitting from their spot on the sofa where they had been watching television – in a comatose trance – and dropped them in the backyard, locking the door behind us. My charges, surprised at this sudden change of scenery, were first left blinking in shock at the bright light shining down from above as though it were some alien force that left them awestruck. Upon realizing where they really were, they began to cry and beat on the locked door. “WE WANT TV!” howled the four-year-old. “TV!” echoed his two-year-old sister.

A Letter from Your Queditors

Last week’s issue of the Quest showed images from two hundred volumes of Reed College’s free press. If anything, the image spread demonstrates that the Quest has always been there—always—to highlight stories, present perspectives, and propagate information in a fair and creative way. However, the spread also demonstrated a legacy of imperfection that holds true for the current Quest Board. We have certainly made mistakes; sometimes content falls through at 2am on production night, and we decide to print a stupid coloring sheet in a scramble to fill two pages worth of content. Yes, we fuck up.

Queditorial: Don’t Shoot the Messenger!

We would like to take the opportunity to respond to some of the concerns expressed by Director of Community Safety Gary Granger’s response to a news piece that was published in the March 10 issue of the Quest. We hope that, by writing this, we are able to adequately address his criticisms and shed light on our approach to reporting Reed’s new implementation of the AOD policy, as well as the debate surrounding it. It seems as if Granger’s main criticism of last week’s piece stems from the Quest’s presentation of the debate. It should come as no surprise to Granger that these students, not unlike the “anonymously authored posters” he describes, would choose to remain anonymous. Whether these claims represent a rigorous form of expression, or the intellectual vigor that Reed supposedly espouses, it is representative of the persisting discourse about the AOD policy.

Letter from a Queditor

Ah, the first week of spring semester. The sweet memory of Paideia classes I meant to go to and sleeping ‘til noon is still crisp on the pillowy surface of my conscious; my bike’s flat tire is freshly fixed and my closet is full of new sweaters purchased from my favorite San Diego thrift store. Classes are still exciting and I don’t scoff internally at the delusional idea that this will be the best semester yet and I’ll never get burnt-out ever. I’ve been to every senate meeting and have yet to skip the reading for any of my classes. Life is good.

Winter Break: Whooooo!

It has been a long and trying semester. We have all grown sick and weary of stalking to the library armed with only a mug of coffee and the dim prospect of returning home triumphant. Because I know that when I get home my mother will be waiting for me with a plate of cookies and a warm hug, congratulating me on a job well done. And even though I know that in a few weeks I will have a serious case of cabin fever, it will leave me well-rested and ready to return to the endless hamster wheel of work that is Reed College. In years past I have watched multiple seasons of scifi television shows, engaged in week-long sessions of watching Lord of the Rings.