Now that the Summer sun has burned many of our ears, necks and backs, we write to you with an update – a progress report of sorts.  As noted in our last post, we have a plethora of projects that we’re trying to accomplish before Fall rolls around and here’s where we stand thus far:

Revamp website
Acquire new distribution boxes
Paint new distribution boxes
Replace broken Plexiglas in boxes around campus (About 1/3 fixed.)
Scan and archive Volume 14 and others not on website
Create master distribution list, distribute to more places (It’s still growing, but we have a good start.)
Clean/Reorganize office (It’s reorganized but not clean.  Does it need to be?)
Plan Rent-a-Pooch IV (Set for October 21st.)
Organize U of O Student Media Summit
Bind and archive volumes not already in library
Blog, blog, blog
Build roller-coaster (It’s very rickety.)
Drink beer (Can we ever really cross this one out?)

While there are some items that have been taken care of, there is much more to accomplish.  If you’d like to get involved and help us help you and the entire student body, give us a shout via the contact form.

Were all brothers and sisters here in the J-school and we all hear about things in those labs that we spend our days and hard nights in.

So read our magezine and be our friends, not enemies because here at the OV we just want to have fun!

And produce quality hard-hitting journalism.

For shame.

Scot

Producer/Director – Stacy Fong

Producer/Director – Stacy Fong

This tragedy brought several things to mind. Firstly, helplessness. There are wackos out there like this man, and guns readily available, and there is simply no way to police all of them. Things like this can happen, even as you are about to fall asleep from boredom in lecture.

Second, wonder. Wonder at the brink on which we find ourselves. As incidents like this increase in number, I think, how long until we become like the Middle East? How long until we must fear for our lives not only on campuses, but at markets, at shopping malls? The waves of extremism has long been lapping up against the shores of North America — how long until the tsunami comes? There was a bombing in Mexico City on Friday near their police headquarters; no group has yet claimed responsibility, but it is indicative of the kind of fanaticism that plagues places like Iraq today.

Third, distress. I cringed when I read this quote: “Run, he’s reloading the gun.” Run. Certainly, a fight-or-flight survival mechanism is innate within us, urging us to flee danger when we feel that our lives are in jeopardy. But where are the heroes? This gunman was a “skinny man” — why did nobody attempt to take him down, if not at the beginning, then while he was reloading? It is estimated that he fired 20 or more shots. There had to have been a pause.

I don’t know how I would react under such conditions. I might have hidden behind chairs and fled for the exit like everyone else. But I would like to think that I would try to stop a man like this. It is hard to be the hero, and sometimes foolish, but we have seen what heroism can accomplish. This is what those aboard flight United 93 taught us: a brave few can sacrifice themselves to save the many.

Look at the numbers: five have died so far from this shooting, and 16 others are wounded, many critically. It takes a lot of courage to stand up to somebody with a gun, but if somebody had, or if two or three people had, perhaps a few other families would have been spared the grief they are now experiencing.

We cannot prevent every manic depressive from invading our lives with their violence. But we can stand up to them, saving lives and depriving them of the ultimate cowardly exit of suicide. Death is too good for them. Let us have them face justice.

Firstly, I want to personally thank the people reading this that put a decent amount of pride into your work. It really makes life a whole lot easier and entertaining for everyone. Personally, it’s frustrating for me to work with such awesomely dedicated people like the OV staff and the DPS crew, and then go to a class that people pay to participate in and work with people who shit something on a spoon and present it to the general public. I would name names, but you know who you are. Don’t worry, we do too.
Honestly, what’s the point in writing, producing, and editing material that is so obviously poor quality? I suppose I fail to understand the flawed logic of doing just enough to scrape by. I mean, I understand that my life might be less laborious, less tedious, and more prone to boredom, but if the crap you publish is so shitty it’s alienating, then you cease to be an artist. You become a wannabe. Wannabes are scum. Scum are bad people. Bad people steal. Stealer’s lie. Lier’s kill. And killers go to Hell. Why would anyone want to go to Hell?
So, if you’re reading this and you recognize the fact that you just plain don’t give a fuck about something creative that you do, please. Just stop. Save us all from the shit on a spoon material that will somehow be fed to awesome people like me, and go ride a bike. You probably need the exercise.