Archive for September, 2007

New WILD policies cause mixed reactions

Friday, September 28th, 2007 | Edward Lazzarin
Scott Bressler

This Saturday at W.I.L.D., some students will be able to actually walk in and lie down, as the name suggests, but no one will be able to walk in and take photos. The annual concert has recently undergone various changes, which have been met with both excited and lukewarm responses.

For this semester’s W.I.L.D., Team 31 is bringing couches back to the Quad, as well as placing a ban on still cameras. New inflatable couches, subsidized by the Campus Bookstore, will be available for all attendees to use on a first-come, first-serve basis.

“The problem is that there’s like eight [couches], so like 20 people will have a great time,” said Team 31 Co-chair Pehr Hovey. “It’ll be something fun and we’re trying it out. If it goes over well, we might do more couches.”

While attendees have been allowed for years to bring their own couches in compliance with the deadline and rules outlined on W.I.L.D.’s Web site, the tradition has petered out. The vast majority of students interviewed were unaware of this privilege, though a fair portion knew it had been done in past years.

While students were initially excited about the inflatable couches provided by Team 31, they expressed disappointment at the limited number of couches provided.

“How are you supposed to get a seat at one?” asked sophomore Fiona Turett.

“I think there’ll be people piling on them which would be kind of interesting considering they’re inflatable and not very strong,” said junior Aarthi Arunachalam.

Along with the inflatable couches, the other new change causing concern is the ban on still cameras at this semester’s W.I.L.D., by request of headliner Lupe Fiasco. It is uncertain whether this policy will apply next semester as well.

“We were told no cameras at all, and that comes from Lupe Fiasco, because the headliner gets to dictate that,” said Hovey.

Students were generally disappointed with this policy.

“That’s kind of ridiculous. I want to take photos with my friends,” said senior Joe Karasek.

“That sucks,” said freshman Kelson Hedderich. “But we have to respect Mr. Fiasco’s rights.”

Other new additions to W.I.L.D. include a fourth act and an extended opening act. The opener, Kid Beyond, a San Francisco-based beatboxer, will be playing for one hour rather than the usual half-hour.

The fourth act, the Sugarhill Gang, an old school hip-hop act from New York City, was added to the show only recently. The group’s addition to the bill represents the first time W.I.L.D. has had at least four performers since spring of 2006.

Many students were excited about the Sugarhill Gang’s addition to W.I.L.D., despite some who were not familiar with the group at all.

“I love the Sugarhill [Gang],” said freshman Grant Wilborn. “I listened to it with my parents when I was growing up, so I was excited to hear that [they will be performing], but a lot of my friends have been asking, ‘Who are the Sugarhill Gang?'”

Other students, like freshman Joel Cohen, felt that the Sugarhill Gang’s performance would expose students to a style of music that they may end up liking.

“I can’t say I dislike the idea of exposing [students] to something new they’ve never heard, because I think a lot of people will end up liking them,” said Cohen.

“People might be up front more excited about somebody they know, but they’re going to go anyway, and if somebody they don’t know turns out being amazing, you could turn all these people on to good music,” said senior Josh Feinstein.

As with every year, volunteers are welcome to show up unannounced between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. on Friday and from 8 a.m. until closing on Saturday.

“Just show up and say, ‘Hey.’ People who help out for a decent amount of time get a T-shirt and pass,” said Hovey. “But also we have a little area next to the mixing tent…that gives you a little bit of a lift above the crowd. We stash some drinks and pizza there for people as a reward for helping us out.”

A guide to anonymous Facebook stalking

Friday, September 28th, 2007 | Bob Zheng

I was somewhat uneasy about writing my first column, considering I have no writing skills and my knowledge of current events is limited to the fact that our current president’s name is the same as a colloquisum for female pubic hair. So for inspiration, I decided to pick up a copy of Student Life.

After a few minutes of frustration upon not finding any comics or Sudokus, I turned to the Forum section. Within this section, I found an article thatprovided me with the inspiration I was desperately seeking. This article showed me exactly what I had hoped to see. With his forcefully lofty diction, awkward sense of humor and uninspired subject matter, the article’s author artfully proved that he had the personality of a pile of burning tires. If stuff like this can get published, then I can at least get thrown into the “maybe” pile.

Why a guide to Facebook stalking? Well, I firmly and fundamentally believe that every guy should at least get to second base with a girl before getting rejected due to the unbearable greasiness of his hair, and Facebook stalking is easily the best way to meet those girls. Also, the more of my readership I get laid, the greater my amassed following will be when I take over Student Life coup d’etat style and turn it into an anti-Semitic coloring book (who loves irony?).

Back in the golden days of courting, a young man would meet a young woman at the royal courtyard in the moonlit glow of the autumn nights, singing her sonnets of affection and presenting her with beautiful tokens of love before having a three-way with her and her chamber-pot cleaning lady and never calling her back (or never sending her messengers again, whatever they did back then).

Fortunately, those sappy days are over and courting is done through the most productivity inducing entity in the history of, well, history: Facebook. With Facebook, you can meet hundreds of honeys in a matter of minutes without maintaining even passable hygiene, all from the comfort of your Cheeto-encrusted keyboard.

So to begin, exit out of your game of World of Warcraft. Use Firefox as a Web browser and open up Facebook. Login or, if you are not a student, make a Hotmail address and create a profile. Proceed to search through the lists of Wash. U. females, using the advanced filtering options to narrow your field of view to a certain group of desirables (man, if only weight was one of the variables you could filter).

Now comes to the challenging part: hottie spotting. See, despite what all modern neurological sciences have proved, females are clever, and are masters at optical manipulation. Nowadays, the ugliest girl can turn herself into a vixen with the proper lighting and camera angles. Luckily, these fake foxes aren’t too difficult to weed out. Below are the most common tricks to watch for:

1. Tilted down self-taken pictures. This angle is perfect for covering up a second or third chin, as well as strategically maximizing the cleavage to non-cleavage surface area ratio within the picture. If you don’t believe me, put on a tank top, take a camera, tilt it down towards yourself, squeeze your chest together and take a picture. Chances are if you’re the type of guy who needs a guide like this, the picture will show you spotting at least a C cup.

2. Group photos. If an ugly girl takes a group photo with a bunch of hot friends, contrary to popular belief, the girl will actually look better than if she were just sitting there all by herself. Make sure not to completely ignore a picture like this, because she’ll probably be in the picture with other potential stalk-ees, allowing for combination stalking. Score.

3. Black and white photos. This is a big giveaway of a potential brown-bagger. Black and white photos can make even the ugliest troll look like an “I’d hit that”-test passing troll. Black and white hides discolorations and blemishes such as pizza-face acne, hideous birthmarks, unibrows and facial scars from third-degree burns.

4. A profile picture of something other than themselves. Most girls that do this usually consider themselves unique through a lack of vanity and superficiality, but in actuality these “unique” girls are probably ugly women’s studies majors. But if that stuff turns you on, it’s cool I guess. It’s better than a foot fetish (not by much).

If the profile picture is not revealing enough, feel free to snoop through the other pictures she has on her Facebook (don’t feel guilty about this, the reason girls have so many pictures on Facebook is that they secretly enjoy being hit on by unscrupulous guys). Once you’ve narrowed the pool down to a potential few, use the new tab feature to compare their pictures side to side. After consulting with all of your male friends, friendly acquaintances and academic advisors (finally they’re good for something), choose one lucky female to be your new crush and tell everyone you can (besides the crush) so you can claim her for your own.

Oh, and you should probably try to remember her name and write it down somewhere, because it might come in handy down the line.

Bob Zheng is a sophomore in Arts & Sciences. He can be reached via e-mail at [email protected].

Superman that ho

Friday, September 28th, 2007 | Nandan Prasad

I know a lot of people love “Crank That” by Soulja Boy. Everyone’s heard it in the past month, whether it is at parties, club meetings or barbeques. It’s everywhere. Even I can’t resist trying to learn the dance so I can join my friends in “crankin’ that.”

But every time I dance to the song or snap my fingers to the beat, I feel a huge pang of guilt for what I feel is my tacit approval of the song’s offensive lyrics, more specifically, the continued use of the word ‘ho’ to refer to a woman. Lyrics that use the words “hos” and “b–” as synonyms for women continue to be an embodiment of a disgraceful aspect of our society. That aspect is the complacency with the continued degradation and objectification of women in the mainstream hip-hop industry.

Now I know that the Don Imus controversy in April partly addressed this issue. The media went crazy, Al Sharpton and Jess Jackson did more protesting, the NAACP denounced degrading lyrics again, some music producers met to discuss a solution, and everyone held hands and said that the degradation of women is not tolerable.

And where are we five months later?

Everyone on campus knows how to “superman that ho.” 50-Cent gets front-page status on Ruckus, despite failing to clean up his music, evidenced by his new song “I Get Money,” in which he states, “I got rid of my old b–, now I got new hos.” At least two of the artists performing tomorrow at W.I.L.D. have used the word “ho” in at least one of their songs.

And now as a society we ask ourselves, are we truly committed to eradicating degrading lyrics from all forms of hip-hop and rap? As always, in accordance with human nature, (most of) our voices say yes while our actions say no.

Now granted, Congress is having hearings on the issue, but do we really need the government to have to tell us that degrading women is bad? We as a society should be taking this burden upon ourselves, and so far we are all failing miserably.

As for those who argue, “you’re taking these lyrics too seriously, it’s just music,” I’m sorry to say you’re wrong.

Our complacency with degrading lyrics has effects beyond the dance floor. It entrenches the use of those words in everyday life and gradually desensitizes society to degradation based on gender.

For example, two weeks ago my residential college held its annual college council elections. One particularly competitive race was between a male and a female. The male (or those campaigning for him) put up campaign signs that encouraged voters to endorse him “before hos,” a play off of the popular phrase “bros before hos.” A few people found the clever play on words hilarious, some even saying that it was OK because it was meant to be funny. I found it disgusting. I also found it disgusting how so few people seemed bothered or offended. An amusing play on words is no excuse to allow the use of degrading words, especially when they refer to a specific person.

The fact that this even happened, that so few people reacted, and that this candidate ended up winning the election (despite supposedly being docked half his votes as a penalty for ‘negative campaigning’) shows in part the effect of degrading hip-hop lyrics on our society. The less we act against degradation in hip-hop, the more we accept its existence and then we begin to tolerate and allow it within our own community.

So what’s the solution? Stop listening to degrading songs. Check the song lyrics before purchasing them on iTunes. Stop buying the CD’s and stop going to the concerts.

I know that even getting one person to completely stop listening to degrading music is an improbable outcome of this article, but it is important to always remember that the music industry is ultimately money driven, and every one of our dollars is a way of voting for what we want. So far, most of our society has shown that we will pay money for a good beat regardless of offensive lyrics. Therefore, it is up to each of us to stop endorsing the continued sexism and to promote music that is not guided by objectifying women. Otherwise, the more money we pay for trash, the more trash we get.

Nandan is a freshman in Arts & Sciences. He can be reached via e-mail at [email protected].

The politics of ideology

Friday, September 28th, 2007 | Sara Remedios
Scott Bressler

I was doing the reading just now for my Cold War class (taught by Professor Knapp-highly recommended) and I could not stop laughing. The people in Hilltop (I’m sitting just outside) are probably judging me severely, but reading NSC-68, a document that basically outlines U.S. attitude and policy in the Cold War from 1952 on, is nothing if not entertaining. At least for a Cold War-obsessed political science nerd.

I’ll explain: NSC-68 is the document that defined the U.S.S.R. as a serious threat due to ideology and capability and set forth a case for a) spreading American ideology around the world, and b) massive military buildup. The basic premise was that, in the short term, we should hold threats at bay with guns, and wage a huge “this is why we’re the best” campaign to ensure long-term security. That’s the gist.

In and of itself it’s not funny so much as it is pragmatic, or at least appropriate, for the time period. And yet in the context of modern politics, from the perspective of a jaded and cynical liberal who grew up inside the beltway among politicians and their kids, there really are no words.

Why? Because the philosophy spelled out so clearly, so compellingly, so intuitively in NSC-68 has (ironically like communism itself) left a legacy that essentially gets all of the finer points completely backwards. Oh American politics, how I love/hate thee.

What I mean by this backwardness, what makes me laugh but really isn’t even a little bit funny, is, in short, Afghanistan, Iraq, and the “War on Terror.” Also Haiti and the “banana republics” and God knows what else, but for the moment let’s look at the Middle East and Central Asia.

The basic American philosophy is still, as it should be, that we’re right. Freedom is the best, democracy equals freedom, and we have both-let’s share! Okay, but um, Iraq? We went in with force to compel freedom. Isn’t that a little counter-intuitive?

Rousseau said we should “force men to be free,” but he meant freedom at birth by burdening them with civil liberties and obligations, not by blowing up their houses and then handing over cash to start small businesses among the debris. I’m not saying that there was freedom under Saddam Hussein, or that Iraq was where I was planning my next vacation, but going into a culture that our government obviously didn’t really understand with guns blazing doesn’t strike me as the best way to get people to agree with us. “Hey, you shot my brother, husband and second cousin twice removed, but it’s all good. I love the Beach Boys!” It’s probably not going to happen.

What actually happens is that we create our own worst enemies by assuming that we’re right from the get-go, purely because we have a super strong military and are, in fact, a hyper-power. We have it backwards, as I said: we built up our military and instead of using it to hold threats at bay while we showed by example and benevolence that democracy can work, we used it to force other governments to put on the pretense that they agree. Meanwhile, our use of force has given ammunition to others who already hated us that we’re heinous despots, helping cement (though absolutely not justifying) radical beliefs. It’s also alienated others who may have been inclined to work with us under different circumstances.

And so we have the “War on Terror.” We have villages where children are taken from their homes and sent to terrorist training camps because that’s where they’ll be fed, and instead of offering alternatives and cutting off the steady supply of new fundamentalists, we’re torturing whomever we suspect. Instead of going in with humanitarian aid and leaving the impression that we’re good people who want to help and don’t deserve to be terrorized, we’re trying to convince people that we’re good and want to help after we’ve spent a few months shooting at-terrorizing!-them. We’re doing it backwards.

It’s not the Cold War anymore, but it is the Cold War’s hangover. The world’s changed but the rhetoric, though corrupted, has not: “spread freedom, ensure liberty” is still spewed forth from every politician discussing foreign policy. The only difference is that now we don’t believe them.

Guns don’t win wars on ideology; only better ideology can do that.

Sara is a junior in the College of Arts and Sciences. She can be reached via e-mail at [email protected].

Surprise!

Friday, September 28th, 2007 | Tess Croner

Sorry for messing with the clich‚, but surprises can really fill up your life. There are just so many of them. Good surprises-winning lotto tickets, secret admirers and toasty days in mid-December-and bad surprises-parking tickets, stalkers and bugs in your salad. These jolts of joy and horror are what keep us on our toes. In fact, they keep us tiptoeing through life, hoping to step up, trying to avoid stepping right in it. And sometimes you surprise yourself, and these can be the biggest, scariest shockers of them all. Like, hey, your life is not filling up with surprises the way you expected.

Coming to college I was pretty damn certain I had the next 10, 20, 30 years of my life all mapped out. Or at least I had a rough sketch. I was all set to be a tropical field biologist, trekking through the Amazon and sleeping in a canvas tent. I would be married to some like-minded guy-someone more than willing to accommodate all my exotic plans and share my bug-ridden tent. My days would be filled with careful observation, methodical note taking and midday leopard wrestling. Well, surprise! My career map needs to be re-googled.

I guess that’s what a little education will do to you: strip you down, crush your plans and leave you wondering whether to rebuild. Maybe, or definitely or at least probably, I’m not going to be a tropical field biologist. I don’t think I’m cut from the right stock. First of all, I’m a chick with a severe mosquito allergy. I’m also a suburban girl who likes her creature comforts. And I’m a social person who needs more than lizards for company. Not looking good for a life in the tropics.

I spent the entire summer sorting grass and counting seeds in an ecology lab. Go ahead, you try it. I’ll spoil the surprise and tell you that you will end up questioning whether you have the focus and the patience to follow much of anything to its rightful end. Maybe those virtues come with more experience (or better projects). But, surprise! I discovered I was not totally off base. I have not lost the interest or passion or curiosity that led me to pursue the scientist’s life. I just may have to channel my energies in some new and possibly more realistic ways.

So here I am, halfway through college and shocked to find myself stumbling over old ideas like, the more you learn, the less you know. And the more you understand the world around you, the harder it can be to decide your place in it. Or not. The surprises just keep on coming. As for me, I’ll keep looking for my tent boy.

Tess is a junior in Arts & Sciences and a Forum editor. She can be reached via e-mail at [email protected].

Editorial Cartoon

Friday, September 28th, 2007 | Altin Sila
Rachel Tepper & KARL Improv

A completely original critique of “The Media”

Friday, September 28th, 2007 | Altin Sila

I can’t seem to stay away from the media. No, there aren’t photographers following me around to see whose car I bash with an umbrella at a gas station (at least not yet).

I mean that despite my disdain for CNN, MSNBC, FOX News and many of the online news sites, I’m consistently drawn to them. I can’t help but feel the need to understand what goes on in the rest of the world, so I flip to cable news when there isn’t a Seinfeld re-run on, and I click on those alluring headlines on Yahoo! News when I’ve looked at all the photos of the same person on Facebook that I can handle for one day.

Yet, I get so annoyed and sometimes disgusted by the latest trends in media that I need to get my thoughts out. And since I never hear anyone else complaining about the media, I’ve decided to use this medium to rant and rave about a few of the trends that really get under my skin.

First and foremost deals with the scary obsession with celebrities. Anna Nicole Smith, Britney Spears, Nicole Ritchie, Lindsay Lohan, Owen Wilson and of course, Paris Hilton have all been subjects of this sick obsession within the last year alone, and I’m sure I left some off of the list.

It hasn’t been said before, so I’ll say it first: It’s gotten out of control. The Paris Hilton debacle last summer was the pinnacle of the sickness-particularly the helicopters over her house as she got into the police car. It’s gotten beyond simply what celebrities do; now, literally nothing is being reported. A few weeks ago, I saw the following headline on the front page of Yahoo! News: “Mary-Kate refuses to smile for paparazzi.” Really? That’s a front-page headline? I guess there weren’t any wars or government corruption to report on, so they had to put something there. (I’m a sucker, too, though; I clicked it).

The obsession with celebrities has also been extended toward exaggerating or even manufacturing controversies and then forcing celebrities to apologize in front of cameras. Don Imus, if you remember, the very relevant fake cowboy radio host, had his career ended after he called the Rutgers Women’s Basketball Team “nappy headed hos” in an odd attempt to be funny. One of the players even tried to sue him for slander and defamation (thankfully, The King of All Media is safe on satellite radio). Isaiah Washington of Grey’s Anatomy was fired and condemned after a pretty innocuous statement at the Golden Globes. Rosie O’Donnell was fired and then forced to apologize after her argument with Elisabeth Hasselbeck on The View. And now, O.J. Simpson has again found himself unfairly in the cross-hairs of the media. Can the poor guy ever catch a break?

Cable news’ recent discovery of the Internet, and particularly YouTube, has been almost equally bad. Shows now dedicate entire segments to showing the most popular videos on YouTube and what the bloggers are talking about. They literally have someone surf the Internet on live television. I’m entertained by YouTube as much as the next person, but can I watch TV for more than 30 seconds without hearing about it? The train wreck that was the CNN-YouTube Democratic Presidential Debate should have been cause to remove YouTube permanently from cable news.

I like watching political debates between journalists, politicians, pundits and party leaders, but why does it need to be so formulaic? I saw one of the shows announce a debate with “a blogger from the left” and “one from the right” a little while ago. The two bloggers (who each obviously had great credentials) were set in front of corresponding blue and red backgrounds and argued with the usual babble that’s heard day in and day out. It usually goes something like this: “George Bush is Adolf Hitler. He is worse than Osama Bin Laden and if Democrats don’t impeach him tomorrow, the world will soon end.” And then, “You hate America. You hate freedom. George Bush is the commander-in-chief and if he isn’t allowed to do whatever he wants then the terrorists win and the world will soon end.” And so on. It’s no wonder that half of the country doesn’t vote.

Next on my list: the ridiculous dramatization of every single event. I think the new hot profession to be in is cable news crisis logo design. Each network has its own logo for whatever the latest story is. Whether it’s the word “Paris” behind grey bars, “Iran” written using the Iranian flag or “Iraq” written in cracked lettering, there seems to be no limit to how stories can be graphically represented. By far, the most tasteless graphic I saw was after the shootings at Virginia Tech this past spring. One of the news channels took the VT logo and put bullet holes in it. Real classy, guys.

Finally, I can’t stand when the media discusses itself. They actually have the gall to go from discussing Anna Nicole’s baby to discussing whether the media has “gone too far.” It’s as if each pundit, channel, blogger, or columnist thinks that they’re separate from the rest of the media. I mean, how many more times can I read the same tired diatribe about the media by some columnist with no other idea for what to write his or her column on?

Whoops! I gotta go. I’m missing The Situation Room with Wolf Blitzer.

Altin is a senior in Arts & Sciences. He can be reached via e-mail at [email protected].

Hot for tots

Friday, September 28th, 2007 | Staff Editorial

There’s one thing we like lots and lots,
We like lots of tater tots.
We can eat them in our classes,
Or while sitting on our-backsides.
We used to eat them here and there,
We used to get them everywhere.
CC fryer-ketchup please!
Village Grill, with grilled cheese.

But what has happened? We don’t know.
Where did all the taters go?
Sweet potato fries are well and fine,
But we want tots! We’ll stand in line!
Tater tots are great, are grand,
The tastiest grease in Danforth land.
You can eat them while you study,
You can eat them with a buddy.
You can eat them when you’re drunk.
But Bon Appetit says they’re junk?

“These tots have trans fats, and this is bad.”
They tell us this; it makes us sad.
“No more trans fats at this school.”
But it’s these tots that make us drool!
At 44 grand, we pay big bucks,
But no tots? That really sucks.

Bon Appetit says trans fats must go.
They make you chubby, make you slow.
We agree-these fats are bad.
You should not eat them in your pad.
Cut fat out, take it away.
With trans fats, we will not play.
Thank you Carmody for cutting the grease,
But one suggestion to keep the peace-

Find us tots and bring them back.
Buy them, buy them, by the sack!
Search for them high, search for them low.
Find healthy tots-please go, go, go!
Trans fat free’s the way to be,
So we’ll try to wait patiently.

But do not wipe them from the menu
At every campus eating venue.
French fries, Boscos, chicken tenders-
We need tots from other vendors!

Gary Palmerson: Whiteboard Warrior

Wednesday, September 26th, 2007 | Johann Qua Hiansen
Scott Bressler

Teams do not know what hits them whenever the Bears’ volleyball offensive and defensive machine goes into action. With rapid-fire kills, dazzling digs and swift sets, the Bears storm the court. This shock and awe is not just delivered by the players, but also by loyal fans like junior Gary Palmerson.

A marketing major with a minor in Spanish, Palmerson, of Trenton, N.J., is a familiar sight at the front row of any home game with his whiteboard and marker.

“It’s difficult for the players and coaches to keep a straight face when his creative juices are flowing,” said Head Coach Rich Luenemann.

It all started on a regular Friday night. Gary had never attended a volleyball game before, as his high school did not have a team, but he heard that the Bears, with their storied eight national championships, were a great team. On a whim, he decided to check out the Field House.

After watching the Bears play the game they love while having fun, Palmerson was hooked. He went back to another game and continued hanging out with two baseball players who were using their whiteboard to cheer on the Red and Green.

“When I saw them do that, I really wanted to do that too,” said Palmerson.

Those players graduated last year, so Palmerson took up the board this year.

That whiteboard has carried many interesting messages and designs throughout the season. One of the regular messages is an ace of spades when a Bear gets an ace. In recent games, he’s proposed to senior Haleigh Spencer, wrote down ‘Don’t Hassle the Hoff’ in reference to freshman libero Ali Hoffman and ‘Paco your card matches your shirt’ in reference to a red card handed to Paco Labrador, Head Coach of Wittenberg University.

That is when trouble appeared in the form of the referee and coaches, as some guidelines do exist governing the conduct of fans. In general, using specific names in a negative light or launching specific attacks are against the general guidelines. Curse words are also prohibited.

Then there are ardent fans of the opposing teams who might start yelling at Palmerson. At 6 feet 5 inches, Palmerson is not easily intimidated.

“I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing so long as the refs don’t yell at me,” said Palmerson.

There are other difficulties with being a volleyball fan. One of the problems with a fast-paced sport like volleyball is that by the time an appropriate thought is written down or a cheer is started, the moment could be over. In basketball, there are twenty-four seconds for the ball to travel across the court, whereas in volleyball, it is one-two-three and then the ball is over the net.

At times, balls hurtle towards the stands closely followed by a diving player. Palmerson has never had a girl land on him or been hit by a ball, but whenever a ball does come close, he automatically pulls the board away to prevent a collision.

Of course, there are benefits from watching an entertaining game. Palmerson has gotten a few free shirts and some free food but it is more about the actual game.

“The girls definitely appreciate anybody who comes to their games,” said Palmerson. “They still thank me after three years.”

Gary continued to relate a story about bumping into senior Haleigh Spencer in his freshman year at The Cheesecake Factory, where she introduced him to his parents and was thankful for his support.

Palmerson is currently dating Ali Crouch, a junior on the team. But he was supporting the team long before the relationship began, and they have been friends since freshman year.

“He doesn’t come to the games for me entirely, though I think he’d be on the sidelines even if I weren’t there,” said Crouch. “Mainly he is there to amuse our team and fans.”

The team and fans do react, with the Bears breaking into smiles and sometimes laughter.

“He really pumps us up,” said sophomore Laura Brazeal.

Parents have come up to Palmerson afterwards to share their appreciation. Some of the youngest fans of the Wash. U. team like to sit right by him and watch as he works his magic.

When he is not at volleyball games, Palmerson is an active member of Theta Xi fraternity. Here at Wash. U. he does not play any sport, but he ran track and field and played baseball throughout high school. He plans to attend the national championships at Illinois Wesleyan University if the Bears qualify.

“It’s been fun, fulfilling and gracious for the chance to support the team,” said Palmerson.

One of his most memorable moments as a fan was when he dug a Haleigh Spencer spike during a pickup game.

“It kind of hurt, but my happiness was way too big to feel the hurt,” he said.

“When Gary graduates, I hope the white board stays and becomes a Bears volleyball tradition,” said Luenemann. “We’ll take a million fans like him any day.”

The Bears’ next home game is on Oct. 26 at the Bears Classic, though they will be playing at the University of Missouri-St. Louis on Oct. 17. Whenever you go to a game, just look for a whiteboard, and you will see Gary Palmerson, super fan.

Police Beat

Wednesday, September 26th, 2007 | Josh Hantz

Tuesday, September 18

10:19 p.m. ROBBERY-GREENWAY WALK-Two black male suspects attempted to rob student off campus at Greenway and University Dr. Suspects ran when they spotted a University City Officer on routine patrol. Suspects were later apprehended. Disposition: Cleared by arrest.

Wednesday, September 19

9:12 p.m. BURGLARY-CONSTRUCTION SITE-Report of suspicious subject seen taking items from construction area. Officer observed subject walking from inside the construction site with two five-gallon buckets in his hands. These buckets were found to contain approximately sixty pounds of copper fittings. Disposition: Cleared by arrest.

Thursday, September 20

8:54 a.m. AUTO ACCIDENT-FOREST PARK PARKWAY-Accident between a vehicle and a university forklift. Incident occurred in University City’s venue. Disposition: Cleared.

10:06 a.m. INVESTIGATION ONLY-UNIVERSITY CENTER COMPLEX-Subject arrested previously reported being on campus on Tuesday night 9/18. Subject was issued a Trespassing summons. Investigation into additional thefts. Disposition: Pending.

Friday, September 21

9:06 a.m. BURGLARY-EARTH & PLANETARY SCIENCE-Earth and Planetary Sciences reported a projector stolen between 3:00 p.m. on Wednesday, September 19 and 11:00 a.m. on Thursday, September 20. The projector was sitting on a table and was secured with a cable lock device that had been cut. The projector was valued at around $1800. Disposition: Pending.

11:16 a.m. LARCENY-UNIVERSITY CENTER COMPLEX-Copper wiring stolen from construction site on 09-17-07. Disposition: Pending.

12 p.m. FOUND PROPERTY-POLICE DEPARTMENT-Wallet found and turned in to the police department. Owner, who didn’t realize the wallet was missing, responded to the department. Possible credit card missing from the wallet. Disposition: Pending verification.

1:51 p.m. FRAUD-WOMENS BUILDING-Reportee found that someone had charged 1.00 to iTunes on 9-17-07, using the Corporate credit card issued to the Student Union.
Disposition: Pending.