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Contributors: JON BOLIN, JOSEPH PHILLIPS, CHRISTINA CHEN, KEVIN NG, MICHAEL WOOD, CAMILLE HOVE, SIERRA PATHEAL, WES YOUNG, TYLER DEAN, JOVANNA MADRIGAL, FIONA IRVINE, ERIK HERNANDEZ, JENNIFER CIERRA, CHRIS DE GUZMAN, KALIFA SPROWL, ANTONIO MENDOZA, LILI DOVE, BEN NOVOTNY, ALEX, SALOMON, AMY PATTON, BEN KIM, KRISTEN DESMOND, WES YOUNG Disclaimer and Publication Information
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VINCENT CHAVEZ EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
H
ey Susan B. Yoncés, do you remember the first time you voted? I do. I stood in line, fidgeting with the straps on my jacket. I was nervous with the deciding power that is bestowed on every American citizen. I glanced around at the 60 or other folks crammed into the foyer of a local church. I was the only person under 30. The line trudged forward; I was next. Up until this moment, I’d made only two decisions regarding my ballot: I was voting for Obama and No on Prop 8. Those were the only positions or initiatives that really mattered to me
or that I felt I was qualified to decide on. How was I supposed to know if California’s current district lines were promoting or hindering voting practices? Or if Gooby Smith would make a worthy addition to the City Council? These seemed like things I neither cared about nor felt comfortable choosing. I ended up voting for roughly two of the elected official positions and seven of the 12 propositions with mixed emotions. Inspired by this frustrated memory and a great conversation with President F. King Alexander (fun fact: the “F” stands for Fieldan, don’t you just love
that?), we decided to translate each proposition on the ballot into words a non-bureaucrat could understand and provide an argument for or against it. I’m proud of what we came up with, and I know it would have really helped uninformed 18-year-old Vincent. So go ahead, skip to page 7, and bone up on these measures before it’s too late. Oh, and if you’re struggling to choose candidates for elected positions, just do what I’m going to do and pick the ones with the goofiest names. I can’t wait to elect Sheila Cumbersnatch to the School Board District.
THIS JUST IN: VOTING IS TOPS THE UNION’S TOP SIX REASONS YOU SHOULD VOTE Meet your community
All the cool kids are doing it
It’s more convenient than ever
Think of all the kooky characters that live in your neighborhood. Now, imagine them gathered all into the same place like a church or a community center, sweating, farting, and breathing through their noses.
You would only better your status and popularity by voting. A recent study conducted by The American Center for Extreme Coolness shows that cool kids are voting in record numbers.
You have nothing better to do
You earn the right to complain
With the mail-in ballot, you don’t even have to leave your house. You now have the freedom to use the Internet to conduct research on the props/look at porn, while simultaneously performing your civic duty. Do I hear progress knocking at my door? No, it’s the pizza man, because you can also order pizza while you’re voting.
Let’s be real, are you going to do anything worthwhile November 6th? No, you’re going to microwave a chalupa or a chimechunga or a chortita and watch Bad Girls Club like you do every Tuesday.
Being a poor sport when things you voted for don’t pass is an American tradition. For instance, when I key “rimjob” into cars with Yes on Prop 8 bumper stickers, I’m just being a true American.
There’s money involved Vote Yes on Prop 30, and you stand to earn 500 bucks. [Editor’s Note: I’m serious.]
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OPINIONS
BEING CAMERON DIAZ-ED DON’T SHELVE ME LIKE A HAS-BEEN CELEBRITY ALEX SALOMON CONTRIBUTOR
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pon investing a certain amount of time into any relationship, whether it be professional, platonic, or sexual, I require a sense of reassurance that I’m not being Cameron Diaz-ed. To explain this wonderful invention of a word, I’ll raise a few questions. On average, how many teenage girls think to themselves, “No, I can’t eat that chocolate bar; I need to be sexy like Cameron Diaz?” Or, how many members of your neighborhood fraternity members pledge their allegiance to the temptress by placing posters above their beds and placing their right hands over their pants? When was the last time Diaz actually captivated the unbiased voices and minds of the American public and appeared on Yahoo’s top searches? If your answer was anywhere near positive, I applaud you and thank you on the behalf of Blockbuster and Crocs on being the most efficient and tasteful human being alive. Now, I’m not saying I want to be the
model for the perfect human, have my picture raised on every fraternal rampart, or dominate a five star search engine; I just need a little recognition. Shoving me into the equivalent of the ’90s and expecting me to stay there and make feeble attempts to become relevant (consisting of me dry humping Justin Timberlake or making movies that score a high of 5.5 on IMDB to get you to notice me) won’t happen. Once I’m treated anything less than Zoe Saldana (who piques one’s attention without a ridiculous cult following), it’s time for me to find someone that understands my misunderstood soul. Cameron Diaz hasn’t made a good movie ever, and the only time she did you couldn’t see her and she was a green ogre. Treating me like shit when significant others are supposed to grow from each other is as shitty as her films and sucks as much as a story with no universal takeaway.
CALM YOUR TITS
GETTING A GRIP ON INTRAGENDER BIGOTRY AMY PATTON UNION STAFFER
I’m really peeved. Honestly, I am. I don’t mean to be the callous odd duck on the feminism train, but we as a gender need to get a grip. I was in my Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies class the other day and everyone was working themselves into a tizzy saying how hard it is to be a woman in today’s society. I sit there listening to all these broad generalizations and stereotypes of how women are perceived and depicted in society, thinking of how I cannot identify with any of these statements, and I think: Surely I cannot be the only one, right? Let me first start by saying that yes, I understand that equality in today’s society is a necessity. I am not about to deny that it is still a problem. Women still only make 70 cents to every dollar a man makes and that’s totally unjust. I see that. But that’s not what I’m talking about. What bothers me is when people use blanket phrases that the media pumps into their minds to describe the hardship of being a modern woman. Prime example numero uno: What the hell is up with blaming the media for all our problems? Everyone keeps telling me that social media is subliminally telling me how to look, how to act. Women are supposed to be stick thin, white, and blond. Well, I fit one of those criteria, but I don’t think that my lack of pigment is boosting my self-esteem all that much. The ability to tell that advertisements are just an allusion is what we need to rise above. We all know
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that hours upon hours are poured into each and every ad campaign, and yet we still compare ourselves to these unrealistic measures of beauty. I don’t go to a magic show and take everything I see right before my very eyes at face value. No. That’s not how it works. It’s fake, and I am conscious of it, just as we should all be when looking at advertisements. You cannot compare yourself to something fabricated on a computer screen. It’s apples and oranges. I’d like to suggest that media is not to blame for low self-esteem. Yes, it is a factor, but it is an intangible object produced by companies solely to convince us of one thing: We need what they have. If we, as a society are aware of this, then why exactly do we allow it to get inside our heads and mess with us? It’s because the cracks in our self-esteem are already there. Your parents weren’t encouraging, you always felt shadowed by your older sister’s great achievements, the playground bully told you your frizzy hair was ugly. The unsteady foundation is already there, and we allow for the media to further break us down. So what do we do to fix this problem? We tell each other that being “model thin” is fake, unhealthy, not real. We celebrate fullfiguredness and are taught to embrace our plumper bodies. This is all fine and dandy to me. I accepted my body type long ago and it’s nice that society is slowly coming around to the idea as well. In fact, it’s already found
its way into pop culture. Tyra Banks coins the term “fiercely real” to describe fullerfigured women. But what does that mean about naturally petite women? That they’re not real? This celebration of bigger women has caused a backlash against smallerframed women. This mentality leaves smaller women in the dark. It’s suggesting an inferiority, separating body types and causing a segregation within the female race. This seems counter-productive. Shouldn’t we unite as one? As a gender, we can’t afford to split and ostracize our population. I couldn’t help but wince when peers in my class were droning on about how men like fuller women because “they like something to grab on to.” I’m sure this is true for some, just as others prefer smaller women. You cannot project such all-or-nothing values about anyone when we live in such a diverse society. The pressure from society to wear makeup was brought up in my class, too. Someone said that we look ugly without it and it sucks that women have to spend hard-earned money on makeup because society dictates it for our gender roles. Well, I was sitting there without any makeup on. Great, now I’m ugly. Here I was thinking that I looked naturally beautiful and everyone would be drawn in by my radiance. But no. This girl just told me I was ugly without makeup. Society didn’t tell me that. Society told me
that Drew Barrymore wears Covergirl and this concealer covers pimples better than that one. Well, seeing as I didn’t quite feel like looking like good ol’ Drew that day and I don’t have pimples, my peers decided I was ugly that day. Clearly they were mistaken; they must not have gotten a good enough look. But what really bothers me is that girls and women are setting these standards for each other. It’s not society, it’s us. And furthermore, why the fuck am I being judged on my looks anyway? If we’re all such forward-thinking feminists, shouldn’t we focus our efforts on society sizing us up for our minds, not for our bodies? We should not be trying to be breaking the mold for beauty; we should be concerned if everyone is aware of what is underneath our $300 dye jobs. I can think just as cunningly with my hair sloppily cast in a ponytail as I can with it down and flowing like a Greek goddess. I know it is naive to think this way, but we should. Just saying. I mean, I’m paying thousands of dollars here to learn how to dissect Shakespeare and think critically as a functioning person in society. I don’t want it all to come down to the fact that I have a vagina and therefore must dress and act this way. What good is an education if people think about how ugly you look instead of listening to you blather on about how fundamental Lockean values are to the foundation of the American Constitution?
OPINIONS
THE TOUR DE FARCE
PUSHING THE ENVELOPE TO BE THE BEST HAS DIRE CONSEQUENCES LILI DOVE CONTRIBUTOR
Lance Armstrong was officially stripped of his seven winning medals after the United States Anti-Doping Agency (USADA) released a 1,000 page report on October 10, summing up their evidence and decision against the former champion. No meager read, there are details easily available online that recount the athlete’s brazen approach to winning despite widespread rules against doping. They include dropping out of a race in 2002 to avoid a drug test and other bloody details that are mind boggling to imagine if you are, like me, too squeamish to even consider a flu shot. There are many articles circulating on the web as questions abound about whether this news will hurt the Livestrong foundation’s ability to raise money for cancer. There are blogs laced with ironic musings about his fight to beat cancer, while he simultaneously denied his involvement with performance-enhancing drugs that pose serious health risks, one being cancer. The worst of the stories I heard was a radio program that highlighted testimony from a former roommate detailing an incident that suggested the problem of a positive test result by Armstrong had been “taken care of ” by the officials of the Union Cycliste Internationale (UCI). At least one blogger defended Armstrong, suggesting that the USADA can’t take away the medals, only the UCI can do that, and that the entire smear is a case of jealous rivalry. Following the lead in that blog informed me that the UCI has sued many people for defamation due to allegations of the UCI’s cover-ups. It has all the makings of a reality show or daytime soap opera. There is one life to live, and in this case it’s Lance Armstrong’s. In the end, it the truth is between him and the needle, but that won’t undo the tainted reputation that
he leaves behind even though it is filled with both good and bad endeavors. I know that I personally found valuable information on how to stop being a fixer on his Livestrong website, and I don’t want to diminish my gratitude for his earnest attempts to help humanity because of his lack of judgment. Yet, I tend to believe the charges, even though I have a moderate amount of sympathy for the plight a competitor finds himself in when he realizes he has no real choice. Either they go along with the status quo of using performance enhancers, indecent as it is, or they might not even get a chance to compete at all, let alone win. What is fair is a complicated call, but society has to draw a line in the sand at some point and just say no to unfair advantages. The alternative is to doom ourselves to ill health, even as we pursue our greater than ever gains in performance standards and measures. This is as true in the boardroom as it is in the competitive arena. Armstrong isn’t the first good man I’ve seen go down amidst a protest, who adamantly believed in his own innocence though the weight of evidence against him was too compelling to ignore. Good people can do bad things and cling to their denial despite the facts. A friend of mine once confessed his strategy to avoid responsibility at all costs. He told me how when he was growing up, even if his mom was holding the evidence of his folly and damage, he learned the punishment was less harsh if he stuck to his mantra: deny, deny, deny. Certainly in baseball it was not many years between the Christmas I bought my son two fresh books on baseball’s big hitters, Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa, and their admitted use of steroids seasons later. But by the time of their confessions, their big bats
had already revitalized sluggish attendance for the sport, even if they personally each took a fall for the game. Except the problem isn’t only that innocent men with good intentions were used up by the game, for the sake of the game, or the race, continue to go down in history as tarnished. Neglected individuals who deserved to compete but choose to walk away are the faceless victims we should stop to consider. We rarely know whom the honest players are, as they settle into their fameless walk of life, filled with earnest convictions but less glory, because they didn’t get the shot they deserved. Of course, it isn’t fair to make any one athlete take the fall of the pressure to conform to the status quo of performance enhancers, but it must be done or there is no longer a line worth holding. Stories also abound that the use of performance enhancing drugs plagues students as well. Rumored trends include use of ADHD amphetamines to help stay up late to study and snorting attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) drugs before taking academic exams to improve focus and test scores. The pressure to succeed is enormous. Worse yet is the pressure not to let out the secret about unethical tactics and the demand to conform. The latter is far more dangerous to a society bound together by rules of convention that need to include trust and cooperation. The first problem is more direct; cheaters never prosper and when caught, they should be punished. The second problem is more evasive. We can’t just speak up if we know cheating, or racism, sexism, shirking, plagiarism, etc. is going on even though I am bothered by this theft. First of all, whistle blowers are never popular. Though the axiom may legally be that a witness to a crime who doesn’t speak is also guilty, in reality, silence is golden.
Secondly, speaking up could get one fired, and in the case of the UCI, those who dared to vocally object were taken to court. In retrospect, it is hard to evaluate that which does not exist. If you are kicked off the team for objecting, or fired for squealing, lost opportunities are difficult to prove. Anyone can say they might have been a winner, but the proof is in the medal, the grade, or the paycheck. If an institution enforces the need to conform to unethical behavior for the sake of the overall goal, perhaps the best we can do is to encourage open admission of the facts and policies. If everyone knows what is actually going on, there could at least be a separate contest for those who don’t cheat or believe in the status quo. Let the public know what it supports. Agility, alignment, and adaptability are important considerations in competition, as well as in an integrated business management system, but without boundaries our bodies, as well as our society, quickly become fragile, dysfunctional, and coerced to act beyond the benefit of selfinterest for the sake of better performance records. A moral compass rooted in denial is not pointing us in the right direction. No matter what terrain we hope to conquer, it must be pursued within the confines of ethical limitations. Every time we push the envelope of excellence, we need to decide how far is too far and be willing to stake our character upon it. On October 16, Nike officially unendorsed Armstrong, saying they do not condone doping. It is ironic that Nike, once on the defensive about their own unethical labor practices, gets to pass judgment on the situation. Some would call that hypocritical. I suggest the alternative, that it is a lesson learned and a step in the right direction.
That said, owning an iPhone is not always perfect. I can’t look up stuff on Safari or watch YouTube videos as much as I want to on my phone because I could end up going over my data limit. I went from having a 3G data plan to a 5G data plan because I was in danger of going over the 3G. But the 5G ended up being way too expensive for me, so I switched back to the 3G. The iPhone is also much more expensive than my previous cellphone, costing me close to $100 a month while the Samsung phone from T-Mobile that I used to own cost me just a little over $50 a month. Yet in a way I see it as getting
what I pay for since my iPhone has so much more convenient features than my previous phone. It’s sort of like owning a Toyota Corolla versus owning a Mercedes Benz C-Class. Owning a Toyota would of course be much more economical, but the Mercedes provides greater comfort, safety features, and technology than the Toyota does. If you are planning on getting a new phone, I highly suggest getting the iPhone. It may be expensive, but trust me, the benefits greatly outweigh the costs and I almost guarantee it will make it so much easier for you to organize your life.
A WHOLE NEW WORLD A NEW PHONETASTIC POINT OF VIEW BEN NOVOTNY UNION STAFFER
Last year, in the wake of Steve Jobs’ death, I wrote an article about how the iPod made my life so much easier in terms of listening to music. Now, one year after the passing of the Apple visionary, I am a proud owner of the iPhone, a device that has made it so much easier to organize my life. I became an iPhone owner back in May when I received one as a birthday present from my father, and immediately was hooked. No longer would I have to find a computer somewhere in order to email someone because I could do it right on my phone. No longer would I have
to dial 411 to get the phone number of a company I needed to talk to because I can just use the Safari icon to look it up online. No longer would I have to waste trees writing rough drafts on notebook paper since I can just write stuff on the Notepad feature (in fact, I’m writing this article on my iPhone right this minute). Most importantly, I would no longer have to worry about forgetting something because I can just use the Reminders feature on the phone to remind me of important things I have to do. That has been the greatest benefit of owning an iPhone and has significantly reduced my stress level.
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NEWS
DITCH THE DUMP
WES YOUNG
NICHOLE DANIELS ILLUSTRATION EDITOR
JOSEPH PHILLIPS
CONTRIBUTOR
UNION STAFFER
H
appy Eco Week, everyone! Hopefully the spirit of this holiday carries on throughout the year, unlike the yuletide humbuggery we begin to feel before Christmas is even over. Now that we live in a world of more than seven billion people, it is more important than ever that everyone is conscious of their impact on the environment, as just one piece of trash from everyone becomes too much to count. And what happens when we don’t care? Islands of plastic waste form in our oceans and the environment becomes subject to our unsparing irresponsibility. We live in a throwaway society. Things can be used once and easily thrown away. It disappears beyond the veil of the garbage can lid. However, through the collaboration of our campus’ ASI Recycling Center and Integrated Waste Management department, CSULB has become the flagship of campus recycling. Our recycling program is based on source separation, which allows us to divert a massive 75 percent of our garbage from landfills. This differs from a system like Cal State Fullerton’s, in which recyclables are scavenged from the waste stream after leaving the school. This only allows for a roughly 55 percent diversion rate, which is a difference of hundreds of thousands of pounds of recyclables between the two campuses. Students on our campus are becoming exceedingly more mindful of the waste they produce. Everyone can become an active participant in recycling. The little blue, green, and brown bins play a huge part in encouraging recycling. According to the task force that handles your waste, many try recycling their cafeteria soda cups in the paper bins. So perhaps shockingly to many of you, those UNION WEEKLY
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RECYCLE IF YOU MUST
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are actually compostable. Maybe some of you misguided individuals still actually pay money for your water. Or maybe you’re just in a bind sometimes and absolutely have to buy that bottle of Arrowhead. The amount of liquid left in beverage containers pulled from our recycling bins is enough to befuddle a person, especially when you could easily refill a reusable bottle anywhere on campus. What about the rest of us who prefer the “oh so pure taste” of bottled water and finish it, dutifully recycle it, and pick up a new one the next day? The idea of “one in and one out” may be cause to ease the conscience. Despite the common misconception that a new bottle will be produced from your old one, your recycled plastic gets turned into nothing more than plastic packaging, and so the problem of filling a landfill gets postponed by one cycle of consumption. Just as much petroleum as the first will be produced in the next bottle you pick up. That leads you to wonder whether recycling is the best we can do. Sure, whatever you recycle gets turned into something else, but that requires a shipping distance of 60 miles just to be processed. Just because it’s a profitable system doesn’t mean we’re not still producing waste and creating a carbon footprint. Reducing and reusing are the far more important factors to stress. In some aspects we have become too dependent on recycling. America creates so much waste that it spends more on garbage bags alone than what 90 other countries spend on all consumer products! We are becoming more aware of our trash through recycling, but still very few know the steps along the way for this process. It’s your trash, so know where it’s going and develop better buying habits.
Eco Week is not about making you stop eating meat or using paper. The purpose of Eco Week is to make you stop and contemplate how individual actions can affect the environment in general. It is often the case that just one person can make a difference. The week’s theme “Your Oasis, Our Oasis” focuses on not only sustainability, but conservation as well. Events centered around ideas that can potentially change people’s perceptions on their environmental impact will take place from Monday to Thursday. Included in the festivities is a raffle of oyster mushroom kits. These oysters thrive off of coffee beans and are easy to grow, which makes forming a garden easy and fun. Other items to be raffled off on Monday and Tuesday from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. are bamboo sporks, which if you are a totally cool hipster, have been used in restaurants such as Umami Burger. Besides food-related items, there will also be other prizes, including classy cardboard furniture. This furniture provides a good opportunity to get some stuff to fill up your empty room—if your room is empty and depressing. These events will be going on at the speaker’s platform in front of the University Bookstore, and I heard that there will also be a bracelet making table for those of you who are into crafts. Tuesday night is the Environmental Science and Policy Club’s “Green Screen,” where short films will be shown alongside more prize giveaways. One neat part of Eco Week is that a company by the name of Smart Deco will be setting up a model room. This room will be similar to what Ikea does with its maze-
like floor plan designed to force visitors to not only view but actively engage in all of its merchandise. This tactic will showcase what sustainability looks like at home. Wednesday afternoon brings about the “Why We Care” event that will take place in the USU Ballrooms from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. There will be giveaways, most notably including a Jax Beach Cruiser, so make sure to come out there and be a part of the events because there are definitely incentives. One awesome but terrifying part about Eco Week is witnessing the abomination that is the recycling center’s giant bushel of aluminum cans/plastic bottles. The Indiana Jones boulder of consumed goods is a pretty bleak picture of what many of us can probably consume within maybe half a year or less. There are solutions to the bushel of crap though, and one point that the ASI Conservation Commissioner, Alben Phung, brought up is that many of those problems can be solved by just getting a reusable water bottle. He showed me a graph that essentially told me that if just one person were to drink out of a reusable bottle, than that would equal to 221 bottles saved. Alben’s environmental philosophy is simple to understand. “Every idea starts as a seed, and when one person changes their lifestyle, then it is only a matter of time before others may follow,” he said. Eco Week is about challenging the acquired mindset of consumerism and to challenge you to even taking shorter showers as a simple solution. The idea of “Your Oasis, Our Oasis” is about thinking long term for future generations and creating a positive place for everyone around you.
MUSIC
SONGS FOR THE DEAD MYTHS AND FACTS FROM MUSIC’S SORDID UNDERBELLY
JOHN VILLANUEVA MUSIC EDITOR
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t’s October, a time for ghosts, goblins, and goth rockers to rule the night, and to rule music. So here are some stories, some are factual and some are rumors, that will make your spine tingle and your urethra shrivel.
pork sparked controversy and cemented this talented songstress as an overeager glutton. Mama Cass was actually found to have died of a heart attack. Or she was taken by the Others; it’s not known for sure.
The Mars Volta are haunted. During the recording sessions of The Bedlam In Goliath, the Mars Volta had run-ins with some spirits. After purchasing a Ouija board at a curio shop in Jerusalem, the band began to experience strange and unfortunate incidents. From equipment malfunctions to their entire studio flooding, what was thought to be mere fun turned into something much more sinister. Eventually, the Ouija board was broken and buried, allowing the group to continue to make their shittiest and most nonsensical album to date.
Ian Curtis was cultured, at the very least. Ian Curtis, lead robot of the band Joy Division, who eventually stopped hating themselves and life and formed New Order, killed himself by hanging in 1980. Found after his death were a copy of Iggy Pop’s The Idiot and the Werner Herzog film Stroszek. Speculation continues to this day whether it was his failing health and marriage that contributed to his eventual demise, or if that’s just the effect Herzog has on people.
Mama Cass died eating a ham sandwich. Some things are more terrifying than enchanted islands and evil smoke creatures that turn out to be gods or whatever-the-fuck. Mama Cass, main mama of the group The Mamas and the Papas, supposedly met her end chewing and subsequently choking on a ham sandwich. Already known for her rotund figure, the rumor that she had met her end by
Keith Richards snorts father’s ashes. You heard that correctly. Keith Richards snorted his own father’s ashes. The Rolling Stones guitarist mixed his father’s ashes with blow. Why, you may ask? Because he’s fucking Keith Richards and he ain’t having none of your shit. Everybody who has achieved the slightest modicum of fame is part of the Illuminati. From Nicki Minaj to Lana Del Rey to
2 Chainz, artists that have seemingly appeared out of nowhere and have achieved success are being heralded as members of the Illuminati. Especially prevalent in hiphop, mentions of the Illuminati continue to populate popular music. From stories of Justin Beiber being its youngest member, to the popular music division of the group being headed by Jay-Z and Beyonce, stories of the Illuminati will continue to fascinate audiences with limited cranial capacities. Throbbing Gristle will be more terrifying than Nine Inch Nails will ever be, ever. Industrial pioneers Throbbing Gristle were making noise before Trent Reznor was old enough to knowingly wear women’s clothing. A perfect example of this would be their song “tiaB gulS.” When played backwards, the song paints the depiction of a murderer who emasculates a man and feeds the member to the mans pregnant wife. Quality entertainment. Black Metal is really fucking metal. Black metal has always been known for its extreme stance. Now you know that most of that shit is entirely true. Here are some of the most metal examples of Black Metal.
Stalaggh was a German black metal band who drew their dark inspiration a little too literally. According to the band, the “vocals” done on the albums are done by actual mental patients, one of them actually having been locked away for stabbing his mother 30 times. That’s pretty metal. Nattramn of the Swedish Black metal band Silencer is known for a lot of weird shit. One of the rumors surrounding his existence was the myth that he had cut his hands off while recording and had them replaced with pigs feet. A much more horrifying story revolves around his attempted murder of a young child. Apparently, Nattramn assaulted a five-yearold girl with an axe, lodging it into her skull. That’s super metal. Per Yngve “Dead” Ohlin of the band Mayhem was found dead, his slit wrists and shotgun wound to the head signs of an apparent suicide. That’s not even the end of it. After finding the body, Oystein “Euronymous” Aarseth, guitarist of the band, took photos to be used as the album cover for one of their live albums. Oystein also took pieces of Ohlin’s skull and crafted macabre necklaces out of them, to be given to those he deemed “worthy.” That’s crazy metal.
ARTIST SPOTLIGHT: MONSTERS CALLING HOME CALIFORNIA FOLK, MADE BY ASIAN PEOPLE AMY PATTON CONTRIBUTOR
Four out of five gleaming stars for up and coming band, Monsters Calling Home, a self-ascribed indie folk band from the San Fernando Valley. Recently, they were on Jimmy Kimmel Live and sponsored by the Honda Loves You program. Most excitingly, they put out a six-song album on iTunes. Five of these songs are original, and I must say, for the most part I love it! Their music is right up my alley, as I imagine it would be for any other Mumford and Sons fans. Monster’s music is relatively reminiscent of the Mumford style with excellent instrumentals and unique singing voices. The harmonization of the lead
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singer and female singer in the band alone is enough to melt your heart into a sweet syrupy goo in the center of your chest. My favorite song of theirs would definitely have to be “Growing Up.” It is very mellow, something that is beautiful without being over-stated. At the end of the song, the instruments drop out and they sing the last two lines accompanied by the beat of their clapping hands. I’m a sucker for such a switch up in sound like this. It really highlighted the strong vocals they have. The lyrics are definitely not the strongest in this song, (I would say their YouTube song, “Foxbeard” would sweep the floor here) but I like the message; the
song is about growing up and knowing who to give yourself to. It essentially says to give your soul to the ones you “call home.” See, this is where Monster’s reminds me of Mumford. This song’s lyrics definitely echo those of “Awake My Soul.” Because their sound and lyrical messages are so eerily similar, this could be quite bothersome, but Monster’s sound is so unique and lovely, I don’t really mind. My least favorite song would have to be “Rain” only because it sounds exactly like their cover of “Mr. Brightside”. I listened to the two songs back to back, and if you don’t pay attention to what’s being said, you could and would mistake the two songs
for one another. Their rendition of Mr. Brightside was beautifully done and true to their sound, but it was lacking the same angst as the original version, and it showed. On the flip side, their YouTube cover of The Black Key’s “Only One” was masterfully done. They switched the sound up as well, but for this song, it worked. The harmonizing in this song was like a thousand sunflowers opening up at once to tell you they love you; it was magical. The implementation of the violin in this song was also wonderful. Something about a classical instrument in a contemporary setting really tickles my bones; in a good way, I promise.
ENTERTAINMENT
MAMMA MILA A TRIBUTE TO MILA KUNIS
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ila Kunis is a superior, flawless being. She can be stared at for hours on end without finding any notable flaws. From her captivating come-hither gaze to her perfectly toned body, Kunis really is the total package. Thank god she made her way over to America to start her acting career, otherwise the Ukraine would have had her all to itself. Her portfolio is impressive with everything from feature films to modeling and advertising campaigns. Kunis first captured my heart as Jackie Burkhart in That ‘70s Show. She brought a fun, flirty, and girlishly bitchy attitude to the show that rendered her character
irreplaceable. It was unavoidable to be a little (or a lot) jealous of Ashton Kutcher for having such an amazing young woman at his disposal on the show. Now that the two of them are seriously dating, he is again the subject of envy (Brianne Note: I am a straight woman and I want to be Ashton Kutcher—not Mila—so that I could have Mila Kunis [Nathan Note: I would gladly be Ashton Kutcher—fuck Macaulay Culkin]). Needless to say, little Jackie Burkhart is a thing of the past. Kunis has moved on from that to hone in on her sexiness and keep her fans and stalkers drooling with anticipation. After the end of That ‘70s Show, I worried about the future of Mila’s acting career.
Lesbi-honest: she isn’t the best actress, but she has potential and is definitely more than just another pretty Hollywood actress. I was soon assured with Kunis’ role of Rachel in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. The film highlighted her down-to-earth sense of humor as well as her acting chops. Then there was the highly anticipated Black Swan in 2010. The film, notorious for its lesbian sex scene between Kunis and co-star Natalie Portman, was a milestone in her career. Even though the sex scene between the two actresses was short and showed nothing highly explicit, it was still very sexy. In Black Swan, Kunis played Lily—a sexy, self-assured, emotionally
mature woman. Mila Kunis made a lot of (wet) dreams come true. Mila will continue to star in more films and dreams for years to come. She is definitely on the upswing and her recent cover for Esquire does nothing more than validate what has been on the minds of tasteful people across America for years. The jaw-dropping photos in that spread are now pinned onto my bulletin board where they belong. Maybe one day, Mila will wake up and realize she belongs in the Union Weekly office. Until then, maybe we should invest in some sort of cardboard cutout. Either way, she is a beautiful being who is best admired on-screen and in photographs.
XCOM: ENEMY UNKNOWN
WELCOME SOME ALIENS TO EARTH BY PUNCHING THEM IN THE FACE LEO PORTUGAL WEB MANAGER
Set in the far-flung future of a few years from now, XCOM: Enemy Unknown is a game for Xbox 360, PS3, and PC that pits mankind against an invading alien armada. The core of the game is made up of two main elements: 1. resource management as you design your underground HQ, prep aircraft to take down UFOs, and outfit your squad to deal with aliens, and 2. turn-based strategic combat as your squad has to outshoot alien insurgents (and you have to outthink them too). The resource management is surprisingly engaging and fun, and it blends beautifully with the combat to form a wonderful game. Your squad becomes the heart of the game. I like to instill some personality and character in my soldiers by giving them custom names and nicknames. They’re usually named after my favorite friends and my favorite famous people, like my lady medic from New Zealand,
Lieutenant Brit “Conchord” McKenzie. As your soldiers complete missions and kill aliens, they improve their stats and you get to train them in various abilities. It’s easy to become invested in your digital soldiers, which makes XCOM’s system of permanent death all the more powerful. Because of it, the combat is intensified. Every alien killed is satisfying, and every soldier lost is a bit traumatic. XCOM shares numerous similarities with big, nerdy, strategic tabletop games (like Warhammer) and board games of a similar ilk. The first and most apparent likeness is XCOM’s rolling the dice to hit, turn-based combat that is akin to Final Fantasy Tactics where you fight aliens. But XCOM shares even more similarities with the big, hulking board games that call for every player to cooperate and beat the board (like Shadows Over Camelot, Arkham Horror, and Battlestar Galactica). In those
games, shit gets progressively worse and worse in a randomly generated cornucopia of awful—in Battlestar Galactica, for example, you begin running out of food and fuel at the same time that you begin running into Cylons—and, in all those games, you have to decide which shit to prioritize and deal with and hope for the best. But the best usually isn’t all that great. That same type of chaos management is a big part of XCOM. Aliens spread panic across the world and you have to decide which nations to protect and to save. When aliens are hitting three cities on three different continents, you’ll have to choose where to send your men. While you are given a great breadth of choices in research and base-building options to help combat the alien menace, your resources, however, are in short supply, and you have to make tough decisions. In the end, after all your choices have been chiseled into stone (this
happens in Ironman mode where you only get one save, but you can turn the mode off if you’d like to have backup saves for when the poops hit the fan), you’ll find that you can’t save every nation, and once too many have descended into panic, it’s game over. Now that I think of it, maybe the reasons I like XCOM so much are the same reasons I like playing those board games with my buddies. They’re games where you have to make tough, strategic decisions, and then face the tough, shitty consequences. But as a generally busy guy, I don’t have the time to get together with my buds and spend two to five hours playing board games. XCOM allows me to have the exact same experience minus the planning around friends’ schedules, the human contact, and the social interaction. Instead, all I have to do is forego sleep and happily play XCOM into the wee hours of the night all by myself. UNION WEEKLY
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LITERATURE
HOW TO EAT GLASS (WITHOUT DYING)
DOWNTOWN LONG BEACH POETRY READING BLURS THE BOUNDARY BETWEEN LITERATURE AND LIFE Words & Photo
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s I entered The Greenhouse, a quaint coffee house in downtown Long Beach, and found my way to the hall set up for the reading, I had no idea what to expect. I only knew one of the names on the roster—Gerald Locklin, Long Beach poetry legend with more than 3,000 poems and over 125 chapbooks, books, and poetry broadsides to his name—and even him, I’d never seen in person. The other two names on the flyer—Griselda Suarez, Lambda Literary Fellow and nominee for the California Book Prize and Distinguished Alumni Award at Pitzer College, and Christopher Soto, the man whose first poetry chapbook was honored at the event— were mysteries to me. I’m glad they were. Not knowing what was coming, I was blown away. When I think poetry reading, I think someone standing behind a podium and reading in a weighty tone, pausing after every line for good measure. Not so Soto,
Suarez, and Locklin. Griselda Suarez read first, and though she did stay still for most of the reading, her voice certainly didn’t, ranging between tones and tempos as easily and rapidly as the emotions in her poetry. Suarez drew heavily on her Chicana heritage in her poetry—which was fitting, since she is a professor of Chicano and Latino Studies at CSULB— and she shifted between Spanish and English seamlessly, drawing on elements of the languages, cultures, and locales she calls her own to create a varied, motley picture where blue and green paper burros and Chevy’s straw sombreros are contrasted with glimpsed images of la ruca and la veteran sharing a kiss and the streets of East L.A. to form an image of stunning complexity. Suarez’s poetry cast a spell of acceptance and isolation, belonging and rejection, love and hate—a snippet of her life as a lesbian, Chicana poet from Los Angeles.
Union Weekly: Is there anything you do specifically to get ready for a reading like this? You have a lot of stage presence. Soto: I try to nap. [Laughs.] I mean, a lot of the times I’m absolutely, positively overworked with setting everything up, calling people, making sure everything’s ready, and I have to make sure to get literally eight hours of sleep the night before the event, because I need all of my energy out there. I don’t want to get up there and bore everyone. So many boring poets are already out there.
And through that, I got to meet everyone. It was through there that I met Mario Ayala, who did the cover art, and Grant Gutierrez, who did the photography in the chapbook, and got involved with Still Life Press and the Lost Bros. Crew, which put out the chapbook. You just never know who people know, and it’s only because I was in support of the community that they were in support of me.
UW: You’re definitely not one of them. So, do you try to write every day, or just when the muse calls? S: For me, it has to explode out of me. If it’s not burning, raging out of me, it’s not going to be a good poem. I mean, to form these little 24 pages I probably threw away two to three hundred pages’ worth of work. And that’s just because I am my biggest critic. It has to be good. UW: Do you have any advice for aspiring poets, especially for getting into the Long Beach literary scene? S: Just be active within the community. Anytime anyone asks for anything, help them. Before I started reading, I hosted 50 million other events for other people. I also started Long Beach Poetry, an umbrella organization for all the other literary organizations in Long Beach.
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UW: What comes next? S: I’ve mostly stayed with poetry, but I also have a shit ton of short stories that I’ve written, and I plan on putting those out within the next two months. [Laughs.] Sorry, I have no filter, none. Anyway, when people are first coming out, there has to be a lot of work all at once, two or three chapbooks to start getting the name out there. Even with this chapbook, 60 copies doesn’t sound like a lot, but it’s $100, and we just want to earn that back, do a reprinting, and ship them across the country, just get the name out there. That’s when you start getting some recognition. UW: And where can readers find you and your work? S: My website is sotowrites.com, but the chapbook will also be directly available through Still Life Press—that’s where people can go if they want to buy the book directly.
Christopher Soto next took the stage, picking up where Suarez left off by explaining how, since he’s Puerto Rican and Salvadorian in Southern California, he’s Mexican in the local vernacular. Soto, too, shifted between Spanish and English in his poetry, but he mixed other languages into the swirl, combining the language of the day-to-day with the language of poetry, the language of emotion with the language of the city, and the language of motion with everything else to create an experience which absolutely cannot be trapped between the pages of his chapbook, no matter how many grammatical rules he breaks. Soto, more than either of the other two poets, became the speakers of his poems, trembling and stuttering brokenly when his poems described terror and seeming on the verge of tears in some of his sadder works. Although he periodically broke character and looked up to laugh with the audience, such as after the first line
of the poem “Marriage”: “I want to marry a lesbian,” when Soto was reciting, he was feeling, and so the audience felt, too. Finally, after Soto finished reading enough of his poetry to guarantee the chapbook would sell phenomenally, Gerald Locklin came up to top the evening off with laughter. Locklin’s writing takes the day-to-day and makes it poetry, mixing jokes with family, love, and life, and, as he jumped between poetry and opera, Don McLean’s “Miss American Pie,” and Sinatra’s “Chicago” as flawlessly as Suarez and Soto had mixed English and Spanish, I decided not all legends are exaggerated. Locklin’s performances truly are extraordinary—and as the end to a night of extraordinary performances, his was truly fitting. I was lucky enough to sit down with Christopher Soto for a few minutes after the reading and pick his brain; the conversation is below.
LITERATURE
WE ALL FELL OVER WHEN ATLAS SHRUGGED A REVIEW OF AYN RAND’S 1957 SCI-FI EPIC LILI DOVE CONTRIBUTOR
What moves the world? That is the question explored in more 1000 pages of the epic masterpiece, Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand. An action-based drama filled with philosophy about political and institutional horrors, Rand delights the readers with grit, adventure, and romance. Protagonist Dagney Taggart is an heiress to a family railroad dynasty who must battle her deceitful and altogether incapable brother from behind the scenes for the railroad’s survival. In an era ripe with political cronyism, rampant corruption has threatened the foundation of the country. Dagney is determined to salvage dignity, honor, and, most importantly, her railroad, as it faces the possibility of a hostile takeover by the government, which believes private self-interest should acquiesce to interests of the nation. There is an assorted cast of ne’er-dowells and heroes, highlighted by a pirate,
a gambler, and the mythical enemy named John Galt, whom Dagney has determined to conquer. Prose and philosophy battle it out as Dagney treks across the country on her train, trying to beat out looming disaster by finding the inventor of a secret motor she discovered in an abandoned mid-western factory. As ghost towns begin to increasingly litter the landscape, she hopes that the inventor will finish building the motor, harnessing the power of renewable energy to reignite the flame of a economically dying country. When a hot-blooded, morally-rooted woman sets her lustful sight on saving the world, it is a prolific adventure indeed. Rand sets out to prove that selfish ambition is the path to prosperity, amply professing that it is vital to mankind’s happiness and survival to protect our ability to earn the fruit of our own labor, which she describes as Love, and notates using the symbol, $.
If the conversation on whether the free market is truly the way to know what society loves, and you are tempted to judge Rand’s philosophy by her famous followers instead of reading her books, it is important to keep in mind that Rand did not believe in violence as a means to achieve objectives, except in self defense. Will reason overrule illogical premises rooted in contradictory ideas to save Dagney’s railroad? Or, will institutional treason hold out and defeat all hope? Most importantly, is it selfish, or it selfless for Dagney to follow her personal ambition to save a family empire? Whichever way you call it, after you read this wonderfully written love story, you will understand why the debate continues on whether to blame the failure of capitalism on the irrational premise that man is rational, or on the inability of society to maintain a truly free-market.
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THE DATER’S BIBLE A THREE-STEP GUIDE TO ROMANTIC BLISS KRISTEN DESMOND CONTRIBUTOR
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can’t decide which is the worst date I have ever been on: the time in the movie theater the guy texted me— from the next seat over—to ask if he could kiss me; or the time at Yogurtland, when a different guy decided he’d just “have some of mine,” and then proceeded to add a ton of toppings, without paying for it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think the guy should always be obligated to pay, but Yogurtland creations are works of art that should not be tampered with. A good date is also like a work of art. It doesn’t really matter how much you spend; what’s important is execution. In my current relationship, I do my share of pants wearing and have planned some pretty fantastic outings. My thus far successful strategy is a three-phase plan of attack, which, after much deliberation, I’ve decided to reveal. Phase One: The Pre-Date Activity. You can always go to the restaurant bar before dinner and get an over-priced, practically virgin cocktail, but the more adventurous alternative is a dive bar. If the romance is new, you’ll find out whether your date is a snob who cares if his or her cocktail was $3.00 or $10.75. If it’s not a new romance, it’s a new adventure. Some good
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Long Beach spots I’d recommend are Poor Richards, 36-36 Club, and The V Room. For all of you underage people, I suggest a bike ride, a nature walk, or just wait until you’re 21, since dates are much more fun after that. Phase Two: The Main Event. Going to a movie screams: “I’m not interested in talking to you,” which is not only rude, but also unattractive. Some kind of dining is always the best choice, but make sure it’s mutually appealing with something you both can eat. The best thing you can do during dinner is not pull out your phone unless it’s to take a picture, or call 9-1-1 in the event that your date suddenly needs acute medical attention. Phase Three: Post-Date Activity. Congratulate yourself if you make it to the third phase! Your date was a success. For a higher chance of physical interaction, pick a more secluded location. The obvious, yet still choice options are the beach, a park, or anywhere with traces of nature that’s not highly populated. A good Halloweentime choice is the Sunnyside Cemetery on Willow St. between Orange and Atlantic. Bring a flask, some cigars, and protection (just in case). WARNING: only bring a date
here who knows for certain that you are not a serial killer, a necrophiliac, or an evil, soulstealing sorcerer. If you are not 100% sure that he/she has become aware of your sanity, fuck it and go mini-golfing. And there you have it. By the end of
phase three, you’ll feel like you’ve just consumed the most enticing Yogurtland masterpiece of your life. And ladies, don’t be afraid to take control and plan the evening! When it comes to the fragile nature of dates, sometimes men look better in skirts.
THE DATER’S NECRONOMICON A THREE-STEP GUIDE TO ROMANTIC...SHITS MELISSA CASAS OPINIONS EDITOR
We’ve all been on bad dates, those whose memories induce crippling anxiety and those whose recollections induce nervous giggles before you push the remembrance of them to the back of your mind. On the far side of the spectrum are dates that are made intentionally bad by one of the parties involved, most likely because they were unwillingly set-up with a mother’s best friend’s son’s step-sister’s godmother’s third cousin twice removed. If you need to get a guy or girl off your sack, here’s a foolproof guide to planning the worst date of your life. Phase One: The Bad Beginning The date is at a time that verges on the ridiculous. Most of the young adult population is comprised of night owls, so anything that’s before 11 a.m. is a bit weird depending on what activity you’re planning on doing. To ensure a horrible
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start to your date, plan something at 7 a.m., like a breakfast at a fancy restaurant, and don’t meet with your date until noon at the earliest. They’ll be both sleep-deprived and ravenous. To top it off, suggest that you go to a restaurant of lower caliber and with a value menu (preferably of the fast food variety, like McDonald’s). Say that you can’t afford to eat at a high-class eatery because you spent your money on quality kitty litter for your dozens of felines. You had to wait for FedEx to deliver the kitty litter to your door for fear of it being stolen from your doorstep if you weren’t home, which explains why you were late. Phase Two: The Mediocre Middle While on the date, make no effort to speak unless spoken to. This will ensure an atmosphere of maximum awkwardness. When spoken to, be sure to preface
statements with a burp, fart, queef, or by picking of one of your nostrils. Grossing out unwanted significant others should always do the trick. If you’re unlucky enough to be on a date with someone as vulgar and obscene as you’re attempting to be, do just the opposite: be the most wholesome, conservative little flower you can be. Always begin or end sentences with a “sir” or “ma’am,” depending on your partner’s gender. Make sure to call women “sir” and men “ma’am” at least once. State your penchant for promise rings, 6 p.m. bed times, and Mitt Romney. Phase Three: The Fucked-Up Finale One infallible way to end your date quickly is to pretend to have the runs. Whether you’re in a theater, a park, or a restaurant, run to the nearest bathroom without explanation. When your date attempts to check on you, inform them of your
situation and explain that it must have been all of the balut you ate for dinner the night before. If you’re a girl, add that your time of the month has come around and, lo and behold, your panties are soaked with blood and you don’t have a change of underwear or a tampon to stem the flow. Make sure they know that you’ll definitely be spending a while in the bathroom unclogging your intestines and your urethra. In the end, it’s important to keep in mind that dates are what you make them. Even if you complete the aforementioned phases, your partner may still be hopelessly enamored by your cute, spontaneous bodily functions and your eloquently honest speech. Try as you might, you may never be able to shake them off unless you drop the act and tell the truth. Even then, some people never get the hint. Restraining order, anyone?
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