By Charles Lam
By R. Scott Moxley
By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By HG Reza
As long as the words "highway" and "safety" are used without irony in the same phrase—as in "Drivers for Highway Safety"—I'll continue to support the development of light rail.—Tim Paquet, Seal Beach SCHOOLIN' US
I read Margaret J. Soos' "With Friends Like These" not with horror, but with a smirk (Back to School, Aug. 27). Does Soos suppose these "shocking" revelations will really surprise anyone? When I went to college, I purposely chose a school with no Greek system because anyone with half a brain and a modicum of independence saw sororities for what they are: mills of conformity where the future rich and powerful exercise their power over vapid girls whose values will be shaped easily to mirror their own—girls with no backbone; girls with no balls; girls who will end up pulling the same power trip because they are the elite, because they can.
I guess Ms. Soos thinks she should be commended for having the guts to expose the truth. However, I find nothing commendable in her anonymous revelation. If she had any guts, she would've gotten up off the floor and transferred to a school with no Greek system. If she had any guts, she never would have pledged in the first place. If she had any guts, she'd probably question her goal of a "corporate" career, where she'll meet many more like her "sisters" and "brothers" in the Greek life . . . and many more like herself.—Stacey Earley, Via e-mail
I read with great interest Soos' article on sorority membership and incidents of binge drinking. In this regard, I would like to inform you of College Parents of America's efforts to further involve college parents in talking and otherwise interacting with their students on the subject of alcohol.
College Parents of America (CPA) is the only national membership association dedicated to helping parents prepare and put their children through college easily, economically and safely. You can find information on CPA's initiatives and resources/services for parents by writing to CPA, 700 13th St., N.W., Ste. 950, Washington, D.C. 20005; calling toll-free (888) 256-4627 for automated information; or visiting www.college parents.org on the Internet.—Richard M. Flaherty, president, College Parents of America
Re: Steve Lowery's "CSULB Revisited" (Back to School, Aug. 27):
Hey, Steve, you got punched by a professor? How come you didn't describe the incident? You got me guessing. Was it an English professor? Back in my Cal State Long Beach days ('94-'97), the only guy (I'm assuming it was a male faculty member) even vaguely capable of throwing a blow was Ray Zapeda, and he was a burned-out, supposed ex-cholo with a schoolbooky thing for Hemingway. And surely you weren't socked by Gerry Locklin, ex-Catholic, ex-buddy of Bukowski, ex-Reno Room barley loader (if you studied verse at CSULB, you'll remember Dr. Locklin as resembling a cartoon-style turkey with Coke-bottle glasses). I can't think it was old, lipless Eliot Fried, or Steve Cooper, who is to this day still searching for Fante's 1938 B text. . . . In any case, when I attended CSULB, hanging out and getting stoned with professors was easy enough.
I can dig what you said about dealing with fellow students: "Not only was eye contact dangerous, but it also had the potential of bringing you in contact with losers, i.e., other Cal State Long Beach students. We were all losers because, after all, we were at Cal State Long Beach. C'mon, what good was going to come out of a conversation between two Cal State Long Beach students? . . . What was amazing was that no one told me this or actually showed me how to avoid it. Rather, the paranoia, apathy and revulsion . . ." I, too, felt a certain shame at attending a university where a pulse and a TB test were the only entrance requirements; perhaps this explains the "apathy" and "revulsion."
However, you failed to mention the other life skills taught by CSULB. One, bureaucrats behind sliding windows are to be feared. They can lose your grad units, transcript request and student aid check. Two, you learn the great secret that one's public face (the white-haired scholar and lover of poetry) has nothing to do with one's everyday life (middle-class Long Beach homeowner worried about the number of Mexicans in his child's elementary school). Finally, you should count your CSULB blessings: perhaps your BA led (at least at some minute level) to your current position at OC Weekly, which sure beats my job at McArgus here in Afterbirth California.—Mark Michaelson, OrangeFREE ADVICE
Dear Sir or Madam,
I just have a couple of questions re: Orange County. I am interviewing for a couple of positions at UC Irvine. If I am hired, I won't know where to live. If I were to be hired by UCLA, I would know where to live (I'm a Santa Monica kind of guy). But I don't know much about Irvine (what I have read on the Web indicates it is a white-bread kind of town; I lived in the La Jolla area and didn't like that). Here are my questions: (1) Is there anywhere around Irvine that is remotely hip? (2) If Irvine is out of the picture, is there someplace close to LA where I can live that is practical to take public transportation (I am without vehicle) to UCI? (3) Should I wait until there is a position open at UCLA?—Name withheld by request, Via e-mail A white-bread editor responds: (1) There are plenty of places around Irvine that are extremely hip, but perhaps not to a "Santa Monica kind of guy." (2) There's a good, imminently hip place almost precisely between LA and UCI: Long Beach, especially downtownish, near Second Street and Belmont Shores; Idunno about public transportation, although an editor did mention this morning that he caught a bus from Irvine to our Costa Mesa office (less than 10 miles) and it took 55 minutes. (3) You're gonna rely on an anonymous e-mail for such a major life decision? Hell, wait for UCLA, then. We have enough hipper-than-thou Angelenos down here.