The MarkA Student Publication

Volume II . . . No. 5 TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 2014 FREE-ish

Dear Writers

You know all that writ-ing you’ve done in school? All those countless assignments? Pa-pers about classic literature, pa-pers about historic revolutions, papers about the role of classic literature in historic revolutions. Papers (mis)interpreting what some poet truly means by this or that when he’s simply too dead to tell us otherwise. You know, the rhetorical non sequitur that is the college essay. The kind of writing that may take you hours, days, weeks to complete, only to end up in the depths of long-forgotten folders — the purgatory of your desktop computer — the contents of which were read twice, may-be three times, by a classmate and a teacher, then left digitally stagnant, and literally recycled. Well, consider that your practice. Now do something real with it. Write for your student newspaper. Share your ideas with the community. Write about Quest happenings, write about local hap-penings, write about world hap-penings. Talk about sports, review events, and voice your opinion. See that sorry-looking crew in the ‘newsroom’ above? Anachronisms aside, it’s a pretty ac-curate portrait: we’re short-staffed and under-funded (yes, we would like to pay you, but, no, we can’t). If

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you’re interested in writing, join us. Because, at the end of the day, when the coffee’s cold, the beer’s gone, and the last oxford comma has been argued to oblivi-on, we’ll have created something to share, something as tangible for you as it is for her, and them, and with it comes more than the conven-tional, post-essay feeling of com-pletion. And that feeling is one you

might just find to your liking. Call it what you like. I call it actualization.

So here’s what you need to know: we produce a newspaper like this once a month (typically longer and newsier, though); we’re looking for writers, editors, photog-raphers, videographers, and folks interested in marketing, distribution, AND�lNANCE��WE�MEET�AT��PM�ON�THE�lRST�4UESDAY�OF�EVERY�BLOCK� IN�the computer lab (AC315) for a sto-ry meeting — topics are listed and writers, assigned; then you have around two weeks for reportage (if you’re new to journalistic writing,

we’ll pair you up with a section ed-itor); in week three we go through a series of edits — substantive, line, and copy; and publication is an all-day affair (10am until com-pletion) on the last Sunday of the block, also in the computer lab — coffee is provided, cigarettes discouraged, and beer...what beer?

See you tonight at 7pm.

This Post-Modern

Life Set the scene. You’re a nineteen-year-old wannabe poet who has just finished his first year at Quest. Your mind has been bent into an unfamiliar, uncom-fortable, and totally fascinating new shape. You are in the midst of a more-than-minor existential crisis, and you have four months of freedom and a bit of cash to blow. What should you do? I don’t know, but here is what I did. First off, you need to know that books create and rule my world. Basing my life’s philos-ophy and actions on books has al-ways led to adventure – instigating as many problems as it resolves, while providing entertainment. A book leads to change of action that then leads to another book. It began with 4HE�7ORLD�!CCORDING�to Garp, then to Freakonomics, next to 4HE�,ITTLE�0RINCE, to 7AIT-ing for Godot and 4HE� 3TRANGER� 4HE� 3TRANGER is what I had on my mind this summer. Way back when I first read it, I came to the conclusion that nothing matters and that we should all do whatever we want because, I don’t

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EDITORIAL A2Full Count

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OP-ED B1To Remember in September PAGE B1

LOCAL B2Where to Eat in Squamish PAGE B2

Great Expectations

By KENDRA PERRIN

We leave Quest with high expectations. April comes, we say our goodbyes – hugging one another wistfully – and then set off on our respective summer adventures, which surely will be transformative and spontaneous and land us in all sorts of jazzy and unexpected scenarios that we will later recount with great nostalgia. Maybe I shouldn’t try to speak for everyone, but looking ahead to the three and something months that I would spend in Quebec, learning French (which I expected would mean mastering French) and plunging into small town French Canadian culture (which I anticipated would involve plenty of cobblestone and possibly ele-gant cigarette smoking), my hopes were quixotic. Well, can’t you tell? I spent my first five weeks off in the small-ish (roughly 55,000 people) town of Jonquière, in the

Saguenay/Lac-Saint-Jean region. If your only impression of Quebec is Montreal, as was mine, then know that the rest of the prov-ince is quite different. It is Franco-phone, very Francophone, and often exclusively Francophone. You will not get by with English in Jonquière, or at least not pleasant-ly. The demographic figure often thrown around was that about 98% of the population spoke French and French only, which seems about right after my time there. This was all through the Explore program, which the Gov-ernment of Canada offers in the hopes of getting Anglophones to speak French and vice ver-sa. The other participants came from universities all across Can-ada. Some stayed in residence, but I stayed with a host family, a decision I could not recommend more highly. Me, Monique, Serg,

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Grandiose DelusionsBy ZACH KERSHMAN

This summer I was hypnotized. I’m not speaking meta-phorically — though I was hypno-tized by the beauty of the French language, which surrounded me for two and a half months in the waterfront town of Trois-Pis-toles. It didn’t happen to me on the St. Lawrence River, where the hypnotizing sunsets light up the sky with brilliant combina-tions of peach and rose and gold. No — putting aside the hypnotic effect of Iceland’s sprawl-ing vistas that change frequent-ly from barren fields to striking

lava rock mountains to mossy hills threaded with crystal clear streams — I was actually hypno-tized by an actual hypnotherapist. We met in a hostel in Akureyri, a Northern Icelandic town nestled into one of Iceland’s

deepest fjords, Eyjafjörður (pro-nounced doe-nt-ee-vin-try). He said he was from Paris (which I believed, because we were speak-ing in French) and a film director who was in Iceland to see if Björk would be in his next film (at which point I started to get suspicious), in which the characters would be filmed under hypnosis — be-

Smells Like RevolutionBy MARIELLE ROSKY

Michael Brown, an 18 year old college-bound black teenager, was shot and killed by a police officer in broad daylight in Ferguson, a suburb of St. Louis, Missouri, on August 9. In Staten Island, New York, on July 17, Eric Gardner, a black man, was killed by police officers after being put in a chokehold for allegedly selling untaxed cigarettes. On August 5, in Beavercreek, Ohio, John Crawford, a black man, was shot and killed by police officers after waving around a gun he picked up off the shelf in a Walmart. The black, unarmed and mentally ill Ezell Ford was shot by police officers in the back on Au-

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SummerSpecial Edition

No, we’re not conceited,

we’re just desperate —

get over it

JONQUIÈRE — The unnerving architectural trend in the suburbs that made it hard to get home.

Home and the Heart

By ALESSANDRO TERSIGNI I was in the Paramount Hotel in New York City in June. My date and I were sweating through our red and black themed bur-lesque get-up, standing in the ele-gant and rustic eighty-six year old theatre that’s the hotel’s atrium. I had no idea what to expect of what was supposedly audience-par-ticipation-Broadway-dinner-the-atre, entitled Queen of the Night. The balconies and many elevated dining plateaus that en-compassed the black stage were crowded with New York’s ritzy post-modern high society, largely my senior. Everyone had been ad-mitted, the bar was open, and we tried to mingle, not really know-ing what to do. A well dressed and carefully groomed man in-troduced himself to me and we began to talk about where we were from and that sort of thing. I noticed my date had disappeared and then he looked me straight

By GRAHAM STREICH

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A2 TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 2014The MarkEDITORIAL

Full CountAfter a summer in which the sports page saw more negative press releases than positive ones,

the sporting industry is at a critical turning point.By KEVIN BERNA

Stubborn bigots were held up for the world to see and selfish practices were uncovered and investigated: the sporting in-dustry has its back against the wall. Although many prominent figures in the athletic community used this summer to perpetuate the stereotype that the industry is all about money and power, there were some who made positive contributions in hopes of a more compassionate future. Like a batter facing three balls and two strikes, with the winning run on base, the next major event has the power to change the game — the power to shatter or to strengthen the in-dustry’s politically fragile structure. After the questionable decision to hold the most expen-sive Winter Olympics ever in So-chi, Russia, another global sporting event raised many of the same concerns regarding the priorities of international leaders. Though Brazil is widely regarded as the Mecca of football, hosting the 2014 FIFA World Cup may not have been in the country’s best inter-est. With a percentage of citizens in poverty that is, according to the

World Bank, significantly higher than many middle-income coun-tries, and some of the world’s most dangerous slums, the money that Brazil spent on security, the con-struction of seven new stadiums, and the renovation of five others could have been put to better use. This allocation of funds, which makes the rich even richer and pushes aside the poor, is not just characteristic of international sporting organizations. Since its creation in 1910, the National Colle-giate Athletic Association (NCAA) has never paid its athletes, nor has it allowed them to profit in any way from their name and likeness. Since the NCAA garners millions of dollars in revenue from televi-sion deals, and its member schools profit handsomely from ticket and merchandise sales for the popular sports like basketball and football — allowing the coaches to receive a generous salary in return — it’s about time that something be done to benefit the student-athlete. This summer, current and former NCAA student-ath-letes, as well as notable legal ad-vocates, teamed up to take the NCAA to court — and they won!

Student-athletes may now be el-igible to receive full-cost schol-arships and medical benefits, as well as some money from televi-sion broadcasts and video game representations. Unfortunately, individual schools have the final decision on whether or not to give out these new benefits. The likely outcome is that the privileged few who attend the bigger schools -- those that generate millions of dol-lars in revenue from their sports teams -- will receive something more, but the scholarships that do not include money for food and other basic necessities will remain the status quo for the thousands of other NCAA student-athletes. Then, of course, there was Donald Sterling. After exploring his former girlfriend’s Instagram ac-count, the former owner of the Los Angeles Clippers was secretly re-corded while he commanded her to refrain from being photographed with African American people. He went on to also forbid her from inviting them to enjoy one of his team’s basketball games. How Ster-ling became the owner of a team that, along with being based in one of the most culturally diverse cit-

ies in North America, is made up of mostly African American play-ers continues to baffle everyone — sports fans or not. After his com-ments went public, the NBA swiftly banned him for life and demanded that he sell his team to a new own-er. The recordings of his horribly ignorant statements have sparked discussions from topics such as racism in the workplace to the dy-namics of interracial relationships. Despite all this negativity, there were some people that man-aged to give the sports industry a glimmer of hope. A few athletes provided optimism for a future where they themselves can once again use their voices to influence public opinion, and take responsi-bility in righting the wrongs of their money-hungry superiors. Maybe it was because this summer cre-ated a need for the next Muham-mad Ali, who was just as much a political activist and public figure as he was a heavyweight pugilist. Former NBA great, and pioneer of the sky-hook, Kareem Abdul Jabaar, wrote several articles for 4IME�magazine this summer con-cerning systematic racism in the United States — his most recent

Expectations Cont.Cédrique, and their two cats, which were certainly treated as family members but whose names now sadly evade me. Later, I moved to Montreal to take a summer position in a law library, trying my French out in the workplace. Fabulous experiences? Undoubtedly. Entirely different than my expectations? Consistently. It is a hard thing, learn-ing a second (or third or fourth, I assume) language. French wasn’t entirely new for me either – I went to school in French immer-sion up until fourth grade. Going into the program this summer, I knew I was rusty, but still sort of thought that after spending even a week surrounded by so much

French, it would all come flooding back to me in a happy burst of lin-guistic enlightenment. False. It did come back, but not without a lot of effort, frustration, and grappling with the self-confidence-blow that comes with realizing that, at best, you are communicating like a far younger and less educated version of yourself. The stories I wanted to tell, mildly complex ideas I wanted to express, and delicate questions I wanted to ask all had to wait. For the first few weeks, dinner con-versations didn’t extend much further than explaining what I had learned in school that day, asking what my host family had done at work, and complimenting the food. Génial, always génial. Also, no cob-blestones and no elegant cigarette

By KENDRA PERRINsmoking. Strip malls and rows of identical houses. I struggled to find my way back to the house for the first couple of days. What do you use as a landmark in the suburbs when everything looks the same? I learned a ton this sum-mer. I would not consider myself fluent in French, far less a master of the language, and no, small town Québec is nothing like what I thought it would be. I was proba-bly foolish to expect these things in the first place, but I would be lying if I said that I have learned to have no expectations at all. At this point, I know I always will. But how lovely to know that, even when experi-ences are wildly different than what we anticipate, they can still be great.

piece referring to the race riots in Ferguson, Missouri. NFL players have become spokespeople for historically abused communities, namely the LGBT community and those who suffer from mental health issues. Hopefully these peo-ple can inspire other athletes to speak up for those whose voices are stifled on a daily basis; ideal-ly they can be good role models. This past May, the first openly gay player was drafted into the NFL. In August, the standout player of the Little League Base-ball World Series was 13 year-old girl Mo’ne Davis, who pitched a shutout against a roster of all boys and was featured on the cover of Sports Illustrated — a first for any Little League player, boy or girl. Could she ever play with the boys of summer in Major League Baseball? Only time will tell. Something new hap-pens in the world of sports ev-eryday. In order for the sports industry to change its course, athletes must continue to break the mould and others must have the courage to follow their lead.

cause he’s also a hypnotherapist (at which point I was like whaaat the fuck is this guy talking about). I decided that the lit-mus test to prove whether or not this guy was for real would be to have him hypnotize me, duh. My plan was that if he was actually telling the truth, I would somehow get myself on the cast list alongside Björk and become an Icelandic/French celebrity. We sat in a corner of the bar, our beers on the table in front of us, and I asked if he would take out a stopwatch and start swing-ing it in front of my face. He asked me about a goal that I wanted to accomplish, the idea being that the hypnosis would help me with the follow-through. It took me an embarrassingly long time to identify a goal, so I was relieved when he suggested that maybe I wanted to stop smoking. Yes! That would be it. I would be hyp-notized and never smoke again. Once that had been es-tablished the séance, as he called it, began. He put his left hand on my right shoulder. He told me to focus on my breathing, to concen-trate on the sensation of his hand. He asked me a series of questions in rapid succession speaking the entire time in a low, soft voice. C’est quoi la raison que tu veux arrêter de fumer? Comment vas-

in my eyes and said, “Are you a man who likes taking risks?” “I’m not opposed to risk taking, when the urge strikes,” I said. He looked at me for a mo-ment longer, and then turned away briskly. “Come with me,” he said. Summer break is usually an opportunity for students to vis-it their family homes, or travel to new and exciting places, or both. As you’ve heard a thousand times, home is where the heart is. I’ve lived in Bermuda and drank rain water that collected on the roof of my family’s hurricane-proof home. I’ve lived in Singapore and double rode my mom’s bike to Mandarin kindergarten to daydream. My heart’s taken me to Switzerland, England, Germany, Morocco, Boliv-ia, Peru, Cuba, and Ecuador. I found my heart in Italy, the land where my people come from and largely still live in. I grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, and as I grew my heart

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grew also. Obviously I love a lot of places, as many of those fortunate enough to see a few wonderful ones in their time probably do. When I first got to Quest it was not my home. British Colum-bia felt foreign to say the least, like a different country the likes of which I hadn’t even conceived of before moving out here for school. I often talked longingly of Toronto in those first two years here. The fact that I was displaced so far from the centre of my world (four provinces

west, approx. 4,600 km) inflated the feeling that I didn’t belong in Squa-mish, despite my amazing experi-ences here. After my third year at Quest, while back in Ontario pack-ing for school, I finally, absentmind-edly, said to myself, “what am I go-ing to bring back home with me?” Maybe it was because I’d been spending the majority of my

“I’m not opposed to risk taking, when the urge strikes”

time in B.C. long enough to reca-librate my inner compass. Maybe my heart now lies in B.C, along with Ontario, Italy, and many other places to varying degrees. Maybe my heart grew and matured as the sum of different challenging and educational experiences, and I just happened to move around while I was living life. The point is, just as I had no idea what the mysterious yet personable gentle-man in the Paramount Hotel was getting at before I followed him, there’s no way to prospectively know how you’ll respond to plac-es. That isn’t an extremely helpful or illuminating conclusion, I know. But throughout my last summer as a Quest undergraduate it was this realization that kept present-ing itself to me, unassumingly, as I worried and dreamed about my time here and where it will lead me. Home is how you engage with the successes and tribulations of the decisions you make about your life. And your heart just kind of follows you and soaks it all up.

tu être différent après avoir arrêté? He told me to picture a moment in the future when I was finished with smoking - where am I, what am I doing, how do I feel? He told me to put my hands out in front of me and focus the answers to all of his questions into the space between my palms. He told me to close my

eyes and breathe deeply, allowing my hands to come together on their own. I closed my eyes and he spoke, reminding me to focus my energy, visualize that moment, feel his hand on my shoulder. I will admit, there was a point where I was in a bit of a trance. When my fingers met he took his hand off my shoulder. The séance was complete. If ever again I had the urge to smoke all I had to do was touch that spot on my shoulder and the urge would dissipate - poof, magic. Alas, I did not get a part in his film nor did I quit smoking. But, as Quest’s own Nessa Bryce notes in her article in July’s issue of Scientific American Mind, in-sights often come from collected experiences. So maybe one of these days my being kind of hyp-notized by maybe a compulsive liar will make some sort of sense.

“I was actually hyp-notized by an actual

hypnotherapist”

By ZACHARY KERSHMAN

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The Mark OP-EDTUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 2014 B1

By JON FARMER

Post-Modern Cont.By GRAHAM STREICH

“I was a member of the media, the very beast that can make an issue ‘an issue’ and then shape that issue for public consump-

tion”

know, YOLO. But this wasn’t doing anything to assuage my existen-tial crisis and, perhaps thanks to a course that changed the way I read (shout out to Christian Ace-mah), I began to wonder if I was reading it all wrong. The combi-nation of books, daydreaming, back-alley intellectuals, and hav-ing time to burn filled me with a need to go to Algeria and get to the heart of whatever the fuck was contained within those 123 pages.

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Revolution Cont.

By MARIELLE ROSKY

tures, and journeys a lot, and how you can take journeys by getting to know someone (anyone!) and by trying to see how they see the world. I think that might be the purest ‘journey’ there is. Existen-tialism was supposed to be my get-out-of-jail-free card, and now I don’t believe in being freed. There was 4HE� )LIAD�which led to the 4AO�4E�#HING and )N�4HE�,IGHT�/F�7HAT�7E�+NOW� then ,ETTERS�TO�A�9OUNG�0OET and Jail Bird followed by 4HE�$REAM�OF� A� #OMMON� ,ANGUAGE and 4HE� 0OWER� OF� -YTH. There were days spent staring at the ocean’s horizon walking around clueless, and nights spent searching books for clues. There was black mold. After three days of not being able to catch my breath in the apart-ment and, worse, not being able to read because of headaches, I found black mold behind a bed in the corner of a room, eroding the wall. I got what I needed. I left. So, you want a conclu-sion? There isn’t one. So, what’s the lesson? I don’t know – maybe don’t stay at sketchy places; may-be life is a mess and we’re all just trying to pull ourselves out of this tangled web; maybe reading leads to trouble; maybe reading leads to truth; maybe we have to learn and unlearn in equal measure; maybe we can only hope and try to be useful and kind and honest because there is only cause and effect; maybe you only live once and you need to grieve whatever anger you harbor before you can truly be alive; maybe I’m full of shit.

To Remember in September

April, 2014 -- First im-pressions make all the difference and you can never start planning them too early, so I’d like to ask every returning student to spend the next 470 words thinking about September. In four months, [over] 200 new members of the Quest community will arrive. With any luck, they’ll spend the next four years here and help each other to grow and learn. How you welcome them will determine both whether they stay and how they contribute. Many of us had positive initial experiences. My first taste of life at Quest cemented my de-cision to apply. It was December 2009 and I crashed on campus the night before a preview day. There was a potluck in the South kitch-en and a jam session in the hall-way. Driving away from campus, I knew that I could live and thrive in this community. My experience was disproportionately positive. Students from other in-coming years tell different arriv-al stories. Some describe feeling resented by upper year students and being treated as intruders. It’s understandable; new students impact the culture, and meeting

strangers is scary -- especial-ly when they enter a space that we think of as our own. Natural-ly, we voice our concerns, but conversations that blame first year classes for shifts in culture ignore upper years’ responsibili-ties and only create resentment.

Embracing and voicing your fear of the unknown will alienate an entire generation of Quest stu-dents and undermine your oth-er attempts to build community. Like most important things, consciously engaging with the incoming class can be diffi-cult. It requires your time and intention, both of which are in short supply after four months spent working and apart from friends. I usually spent Septem-ber blocks knocking the rust off of old friendships and academic skills. Getting to know first years splits limited attention in another

direction, but as a community the benefits of welcoming the incom-ing class are too many to ignore. September is your chance to demonstrate your ide-als. Folks arrive eager to learn, and that makes September the perfect time to show them the type of community that they are entering. This community will never be a homogenous entity. We don’t all work, live, party, and play in the same ways – but we can at least let the folks who arrive know that they are welcome. That welcome can be as simple as acknowledg-ing that they exist. It starts with hello, but you can take your men-torship further by showing them how you get along with, and in, this space. You can set the social bar, create opportunities to mingle, and make this place feel like home. Our campus community is not a single, solid entity; it’s a per-formance that we put on together every day. You have the opportuni-ty to take on a new role in Septem-ber and to help the incoming class find theirs. Greet them, greet each other, and create a culture of hellos so that when it comes time to work and play together, everyone knows that they’re on the same team.

“Our campus com-munity is not a sin-gle, solid entity; it’s a performance that we put on together

every day”

“First off, you need to know that books create and rule my

world”

gust 11 in Los Angeles, California. This genocide of black men is not a phenomenon specific to the summer of 2014. In the Unit-ed States, between January 1, 2012 and March 31, 2012, twenty-nine black people (27 men and 1 female) were killed by either police Offi-

cials, Security Guards, or Self-Ap-pointed “Keepers of the Peace”, according to data collected by the Malcolm X Grassroots Movement, Black Left Unity Network, and US Human Rights Network. The rea-son these seemingly state-sanc-tioned murders of black men have received so much media coverage this summer is the livid respons-es of communities throughout

the United States and the role of social media in the protests, and even murders. It’s likely that your social media platforms have been swarmed with images of police-men with dogs and AR-15 assault rifles using tear gas against pro-testers -- peaceful and otherwise.

Aside from being a hu-man who values the life of other humans, I had a unique stake in the racially charged murders this summer. I was a member of the media, the very beast that can make an issue “an issue” and then shape that issue for public con-sumption. I interned for “Sojourner Truth with Margaret Prescod”, a radio show on KPFK, a Los Ange-

les Pacifica radio station. The radio station is historically progressive and politically left-leaning, and the show itself focuses on how current events affect women, communities of color, and other communities. It follows that the fatal police en-counters across the United States and the violent riots in Ferguson were our top priority news story. My responsibilities re-garding the protests were re-search-oriented until Ezell Ford’s murder sparked outraged in the Los Angeles community. My as-signment then became in-the-field coverage of the organized march against a state-sanctioned murder in downtown Los An-geles, as well as the subsequent occupation of the streets out-side the LAPD headquarters. Unlike the Ferguson ri-ots, the protests in Los Angeles were remarkably peaceful. Police officers rode around on bicycles, stopped traffic to allow the march to proceed safely, and passed out water bottles to the overheated protesters. Protesters made fervent speeches, sported picket signs, and laid down in the middle of the downtown Los Angeles traffic. That being said, as I ran around

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interviewing protesters, there was a strong sentiment in favor of the more violent actions taken by the Ferguson rioters. The Los Angeles residents at the protest seemed ir-reconcilably disillusioned with the law enforcement officers and the United States’ “justice” system on the whole. Protesters said, “it’s only a matter of time before the peace-ful protests prove to be unfruitful, and we’ll have to speak to [the of-ficers] in their language: violence”. These were the voicings of individual protesters. However, the organizer, The Los Angeles Peoples Media, ensured that the focus of the march was solidarity with the Ford family, who had asked for a peaceful protest. Still, I can’t help but wonder when violence is going to erupt in Los Angeles. Our history of upheaval includes the Watts Riots of ‘65, the Chicano Moratorium of 1970, and the Rod-ney King Riots of 1992, amongst many other rebellions. Things are

not peachy in my home city. Our rate of income inequality is one of the highest in the United States, we are in an official state of emergency due to the unprecedented drought, our unemployment is through the roof, our homeless population is peaking at a staggering 57,737 people, our world-renowned state school (UCLA) only lets whites and Asians enroll (blacks are al-lowed in if they play some b-ball and win some championships, of course), and to top it all off, un-armed black, brown or mentally ill men are being murdered by the very people they pay with their tax dollars to keep them safe. I know the story. It’s easy to get caught up in the madness of university life, it’s easy to feel safe and sound in beautiful British Co-lumbia, it’s easy to turn the other cheek. But don’t. Talk about these issues, research them, and keep your eyes peeled, fellow class-mates. Something large is upon us.

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The Mark

CALEAH DEAN, Editor-in-Chief

JONATHAN VON OFENHEIM, Editor-in-Chief

ALESSANDRO TERSIGNI, News Editor

ZACHARY KERSHMAN, Opinion Editor

KENDRA PERRIN, Arts & Culture Editor

KEVIN BERNA, Sports Editor

R. MARIS WINTERS, Production Manager

JORDAN ROSS, Media Guru

TARI AJADI, Inactive Foreign Correspondant

B2 TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 2014The MarkLOCAL

Sushi SenA favourite of students and locals alike, Sushi Sen is the go-to place if you’re craving sushi. Apparently, even Vancouver residents make the drive up to Squamish to eat at Sushi Sen. The restaurant can be busy at times, so expect a wait if you are dining at peak hours. Calling in your order and picking it up is also an option.In any case, the point is this: if you are looking for sushi in Squamish, Sushi Sen is your best bet.

Where to Eat in Squamish

Sushi GoemonSushi Goemon is a reasonable alternative to Sushi Sen, especially when you’re not inclined to wait half an hour for a table, you want something a tad cheaper (just a tad), or you simply want to switch things up. Sushi Goemon is a solid sushi place in downtown Squamish. Their bento boxes are supposed to be pretty good, too, and are under $8, so pretty affordable.

Essence of IndiaEssence of India is located just down the hill from Quest Uni-versity, and they are well known around campus for their delicious food. They were closed for a while for refurbishment, but now they are open and looking better than ever. Their lamb rogan josh ($15.50) is a popular dish, and for vegetarians I was recommended the dal makhani ($13.00).

Bisla Sweets, Restaurant & Meat ShopBisla is a less know Indian restaurant in Squamish, but it is an equally delicious, and slightly cheaper, alternative to Essence of India. It is family-owned and, I’ve been told, quite authentic. The people are lovely, and, in addition to serving food, they also have a mouth-watering selection of traditional sweets.

Howe Sound Brewing Co.More informally known as the “Brew Pub”, Howe Sound Brew-ing Co. is a great place to grab a drink and some food. Or... more than one drink since their beer is excellent. The pub is spacious, and has one main dining room and one more casual pub area. Student favourites include the half-off pizza on Wednesdays, perfect for ends of blocks. The Brew Pub will occasionally have live music, sometimes even featuring Quest tutors.

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Chef Big D’sWhile meandering up to the Caf on a Sunday morning is great, it’s also nice to get a break from campus (and the caf). That’s where Chef Big D’s comes in. This downtown Squamish joint has coffee and big break-fasts featuring pancakes, potatoes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. They also sell tasty, home-baked bread, including cranberry sourdough which is de-lish.

:EPHYR�#AFE��3UNmOWER�Bakery Cafe, & The LedgeThese three cafes are located right in downtown Squamish, and while they all have their different special-ties, they are equally good places to get a coffee and a healthy (or not so healthy) snack.

Zephyr is known for its delicious vegetarian and vegan options and they make a wonderful chai latte.

3UNmOWER�BAKERY is the place for pastries and bread if you’re in the mood for some comforting food on a rainy day. The gigantic cinnamon rolls alone are worth the trip down the hill.

The Ledge is a newer addition to main street. You can pick a comfy chair by their large windows, or a table in the spacious back room near the stage where they occa-sionally have live entertainment.

Mags 99 Fried Chicken and Mexican CantinaMags 99 definitely deserves a shout out. It’s a bit out of the way, located along the highway past downtown Squamish, and it’s slightly eclectic, but it sure is good. I opt for a burrito with pulled pork. The pork is tender and moist, and the burrito is full of rice, beans, and some veggies. It comes wrapped in tin foil and the burrito manages to stay intact pretty well, which is always a plus when you’re eating a burrito.I’ve heard good things about the fried chicken, too, and it seems pretty sizeable and crispy.

Locavore Food Truck and The Cloudburst CafeLocated right at the bottom of the hill, The Cloudburst Cafe is the perfect spot to grab a coffee and do a little homework when you need a mo-ment away from campus. And if you happen to get hungry mid-essay, Locavore Food Truck is parked right outside, ready to provide some of the best sandwiches I have had in a long, long time.

That concludes the Mark’s “Where to Eat in Squamish” list. Buon Appetito!

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