One thousand is an interesting number.  It’s the smallest big number, with the first inkling of unassailability peeking behind its comma, just look at it: 1,000.

At least that’s what senior anthropology major James Curry IV has led me to think, and if there is one thing a conversation with Curry is, it’s thought provoking. Last week, I had the opportunity to sit down with Curry and discuss one particularly intriguing project that is underway. He is currently in the process of writing a book titled On Blogging, which is to be comprised of 1,000 posts, uploaded daily to his blog. All of the posts will be focused on the subject of blogging.  As of today, he is on post 328, and is set to finish by the time he is 23. While scrolling through what currently constitutes the work, the presence of that numerical comma, that bigness, can be found everywhere. From a reader’s standpoint, it is not so much the experience of getting lost in the text, as the sensation that you were never really found in the first place. Each and every post is a jumping point, a catalyst for a collision of ideas, arguments, and intellectual evolutions. While reading On Blogging, it is impossible to keep the idea of the blogger out of mind for long. At times, it seems like the project belongs to 1,000 individual entities rather than one singular narrator.

Scouring the internet (or, more likely, casually browsing your Facebook newsfeed), one occasionally stumbles across some documents of critical importance. These top secret missives, protected and monitored by the U.S. government, no doubt, divulge information hidden in plain sight. . .information that changes the way our entire society functions. When one guides the mouse over the link to “Chipotle Secret Menu, Check Out #4, It’s CRAZY,” inhales a nervous, shuddering breath, and presses a finger into the warm metal of the mouse pad, there is no telling what will be found. Quessarillodillas, burritochangas, double meat for half the price, glory to the Lord! Unlocking secrets such as these does more than give you all of the powers awarded to the guy with the ring in Lord of the Rings (never seen it, oops), it is a password that lets you into the Chipotle club. And if I know anything about secret clubs, it is that they are amazing. So, without any further ado, allow The Grail to let you into the secret club of Commons, our very own, on-campus Chipotle equivalent.*

Our SEEDs adventure consisted mainly of eating organic food. We also got on a school bus and drove an hour out of Portland to meet local farmer Charlie Harris. Charlie owns and operates Flamingo Ridge Farm, where he grows tomatoes and romaine lettuce. When Charlie says that Flamingo Ridge is a “family farm,” he means it. Every worker is on a first name basis. They sit around on hammocks and share sodas specially made by a close friend of Charlie’s. Everything on the farm is homemade and friendly.

In a sentence: A shapeshifter named Nimona and a mad scientist named Ballister Blackheart team up to take down their kingdom’s corrupt Institution for Law Enforcement and Heroics, a goofy premise that grows into something much darker and more awesome.

“All the good cuss words are in Spanish anyways.”

This week we decided to turn the camera to our lovely latina Hazel Flores. Taking after the talented, stunning, and sexy reina Selena Quintanilla, Hazel wore a red halter crop top and white pencil-skirt. Complemented by the coordinating candy-red pumps, Hazel’s statement shirt reads “Judging you in Spanish”. A birthday gift from her best friend, the shirt is one of Hazel’s favorites. Matched with the skirt, heels, hoops, and her dazzlingly disheveled dark locks, Hazel Flores succeeds at being the baddest bitch around (latina edition).

¡Con tu adiós, ustedes llevan nuestro corazón!

Hey everyone, Charlie here, I want to take a minute to talk to you about Rick and Morty. Rick and Morty is a fairly popular animated television program that just ended its second season this past Sunday. I say fairly popular based entirely on my Facebook feed, which consisted of nary a R&M post during its first season, growing healthily over the year-and-a-half absence, and seemed to reached a healthy consistency over the course of this summer’s delivery of episodes. This is all well and good, but there’s a slight problem: this season hasn’t been that great.