Pulse Editor.
Jacquelyn Lewis
jacquelynlewis@dailyemerald.com
Oregon Daily Emerald
forever
Monday, June 9,2003
It’s time
to say ‘fuck’
Well, it’s been a good run. If I die to
morrow, I’ll take comfort in knowing
there are copious printed inches of Ma
son-abilia littered across cyberspace
and various bathroom floors. But the
self-serving good-bye column? God
save us all.
I suppose, how
ever, that a number
of important things
have been left hith
erto unsaid. Look
ing back on my
four illustrious
years at the Emer
ald, I’ve lived a life
of privilege and
prestige. But I still
have a number of
qualms that should
be voiced:
1. The original iMac computers mak
ing their last stand in the Emerald office
should be rounded up and placed in
some manner of computer death camp.
They are slow, temperamental and ugly. I
ordered a computer, not a Jolly Rancher.
And where the hell is the floppy drive?! ?
2. You readers never see this side of
the biz, but in an effort to fact check, re
porters must place a “GQ” by every piece
of verified information. Its intentions are
good, but my editor Jacquelyn has taken
it too far. I have had to GQ our own pa
per’s name, the names of fellow staff
members and yes, even “Jesus.” If any
body ever misspells “Jesus,” they are im
mediately sent to hell — otherwise
known as an iMac death camp.
3. The problem with being a reporter
is that you have to, like, talk to people.
That’s why I became a columnist. But
still, if I’m the only Pulse person in the of
fice, I have to take phone calls from an
noying PR agents hocking some author
touring for their book about the oppres
sion of pineapples. It’s sad really, but un
less you send me stickers, I don’t care.
4. Because we have 50 columnists on
the Pulse desk this year, I am only print
ed every other week. I wrote every week
and the odd columns appeared online. I
do this pro bono even though nobody
here reads them. Of course, that’s pro
viding they even get online. I’m not
pointing fingers, but someone is consis
tently late in posting my columns. Not
that you care anyway, but when you’re
doing something just because you love it
and people poop on your tender heart, it
really hurts. Sniff.
Turqto West page 17
Mason
West
Selling out
The art of graduation
Graduate relates
math, music
Ayisha Yahya
Freelance Editor
When she isn’t making music, grad
uating senior Rose Whitmore may be
busy playing with numbers. Whit
more is double majoring in math and
music performance and will graduate
with honors from the School of Music
with a 4.01 GPA on Saturday.
Whitmore will receive three
awards from the department: Out
standing performer in Keyboard, out
standing scholar in Music History,
and outstanding undergraduate
Scholar in Music.
She said there are many parallels
between the seemingly disparate ma
jors. In both fields one has to take the
time to practice the skills.
“(Math) is not impossible, per se,
you just have to put time to do it,” she
said. “Just like music, you have
to practice.”
And in both areas she said she al
lows herself to be completely engaged
in her work.
“For me playing, it’s being very
present where I am, and being very
conscious of what I play,” she said.
“For math too, it’s being very con
scious of all the details.”
Whitmore has written several arti
cles about the links between music
and math in the math department
newsletter Hilbert Space.
Whitmore began studying the organ
at the University four years ago. Her
musical affair began 12 years earlier
when she started to play the piano.
Turn to Music, page 17
Emerald
Music graduates often decide to teach music; theater graduates go into acting, producing or directing; eight
students are graduating from the dance department this term.
‘Devoted’ theater grad wants to produce films
Ryan Bornheimer
Senior Pulse Reporter
Windy Borman didn’t set out to be an overaehiever — it’s simply
in her nature.
“I’m one of these people that if I don’t have a lot of stuff to do, I
just don’t know what to do with my free time,” Borman said.
The senior has definitely made the most of her time at the Uni
versity, successfully juggling two majors — theater arts and elec
tronic media — as well as a post as the UO Cultural Forum’s per
forming arts coordinator, to emerge as a driving creative force not
only on campus, but in the city at large.
Borman is one of 16 seniors graduating from the Department of
Theatre Arts at 3 p.m. Saturday in the Robinson Theatre.
In just the past two years, Borman has produced and directed a
staging of “The Vagina Monologues,” organized renowned poet Maya
Turn to Theater, page 18
Dance grad dreams of having dance studio
Jacquelyn Lewis
Pulse Editor
University dance majors spend their college years enduring rigor
ous exercises — both physical and mental. And this term, eight un
dergraduate dancers will see their efforts come to fruition. Graduation
is finally here, and the Department of Dance commencement will take
place at 3 p.m. Saturday in Beall Hall.
Department Chair Jenifer Craig said this year’s graduating class,
small in comparison to other departments’ classes, is actually larger
than usual for the dance department. She added that while dance ma
jors often go on to choose many different career paths, all the 2003
graduates have realistic shots at performing careers.
Craig said dance major Carrie Boulton, who will serve as the
School of Music’s graduation flag bearer, was a particular standout in
the past few years, given her academic success, dance performances
and positive attitude.
Boulton, originally from Lewiston, Idaho, was a member of this
Turn to Dance, page 18
We leave our own legacies behind, no matter what we do
I wanted my Emerald
farewell column to be
side-splittinglyfunny, ala
Mason West, boldly con
troversial like the ones
Salena De La Cruz writes,
or staggering and genius
in its novelty.
Yes, I wanted to go out in
a blaze of sparkly Jacque
lyn glory. But when I try to
be funny, it comes out
sounding forced, when I attempt to incite, I usual
ly end up apologizing (dammit!) and when I
search for a novel idea near the end of the term,
my brain spews nothing but tropical vacation fan
Jacquelyn
Lewis
down to just me, the computer and beautiful,
beautiful procrastination.
So I’ll bow out quietly, gracefully, without
much commotion — because that’s the way
I’ve always done things.
I find it increasingly difficult to tell my own
story because so much of my work is centered
on other people’s stories. It’s nearly impossible
to reflect on my own. But the more I think
about it, the more I understand that no matter
what we do, even without trying, we stamp our
own legacies onto everything we touch.
My “legacy” happens to be a long, long trail of
Pulse articles, and that suits me just fine. No, it
suits me perfectly.
On that note, I think I should take a second
4tp4ajddress those who say arts writing is of no
consequence, or “fluff,” as I think I’ve heard it
called. As our editor would put it, the “tough
bitch” side of me just has to have her say.
Yes, “serious” news is important; politics and
the like have obvious, undeniable effects on so
ciety. But art, though it works its magic subtly,
is powerful. Artists provide a service; they cre
ate a foundation of ideas where every one of us
can find our own reflection. (That’s why
schools should never cut creative programs.)
Being able to build something out of nothing
is phenomenal. We define who we are and who
we want to be, and to see this shining back at us
is critically important. And that, my friends, is
arts writing.
College, for me, has largely been about making
discoveries such as these. It’s about makir^nj^71
own assertions; it’s about independence and find
ing out how to do things completely, absolutely
on my own (well, OK, not completely, but still...).
I realize that any agonizing I did had a pur
pose, and I’m better for it. At the same time, I
should say I haven’t totally “found” myself in
college. I think a lot of that comes later on in
life. I’ve never fooled myself into believing a col
lege degree equals adulthood.
And lastly, I’m just thankful people here at the
University (and the Emerald especially) were
willing to give me a chance. These people gen
uinely believed in me, and their interest extend
ed far beyond obligatory courtesy. That rocks.
Contact the Pulse editor
at jacquelynlewis@dailyemerald.conn. Her opinions
f (Jo^iy>t necessarily represent those of the Emerald.