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Category: Opinion

  • Legalize dueling 

    Legalize dueling 

    By Barley Lewis-McCabe

    “Some of the rules that still apply to [US Senate], for instance dueling between two consenting adults, is still there,” Department of Homeland Security Secretary and nutjob Fascist Crybaby Markwayne Mullin said during a tense senate hearing to decide whether he would take control of our country’s least reputable department.

    “It’s been illegal for over 170 years,” Rand Paul, the lowly homeland security commission chief interrupted. 

    This isn’t an article about Mullins’ disastrous senate hearing, nor his recent appointment. No, I’m not here to harp about how a short tempered chud with anger issues that likes to play army-man is the worst person to be in charge of our country’s barely-regulated wholly unnecessary ultraviolent white-supremacist militia. I’m not even gonna talk about the despicable caning of Charles Sumner back in 1856. Mullins’ hearing reignited one of the longest standing debates in American history; what’s so bad about dueling? 

    For those who aren’t familiar with the hit musical Hamilton, a duel is a battle between two people when conventional conflict mediation techniques have been exhausted and someone’s honor offended in such a way that they would kill  to reclaim it.

     

    As a weed-smoking, bandana-wearing, Grateful Dead-listening Cal Poly Humboldt journalism student, I am, of course, against violence. But, despite everything, I’d have to agree with Marky-boy that dueling between two consenting adults is perfectly reasonable. 

    Yes, people can die, but duels were never just an easy way to kill someone; they were a way for two people, who are awful at communicating and don’t know the meaning of ‘forgive and forget,’ to fairly settle a dispute and reclaim lost honor. 

    Since people wanted a game of life or death to be as fair as possible, dueling followed a strict code. The most popular of which — Code Duello — was written in Ireland in 1777 and spread throughout the Western world. After the invitation to duel is accepted, both parties select a second, someone to ensure the duel is fair, attempt reconciliation on their friends behalf and hopefully prevent an unnecessary death. The challenger decides where they meet, and the challenged picks the weapons. Former Newspaper Columnist and — better known — President Abraham Lincoln once avoided a duel by exploiting his seven inch height advantage and choosing cavalry broadswords of the largest kind frightening his opponent, Newspaper Editor James Shields enough to reconcile. It’s not known if Abe apologized for the distasteful poems he published about Shields. 

    The duelers discuss their issues one more time; if no one apologizes, they battle. They each fire two shots at their opponent and if neither of them are injured, the duelists try to talk out their issues one more time. If that doesn’t work, they fight until someone is injured, killed or begged for mercy. A person could also apologize  during a duel to avoid death, which was also considered highly honorable whether you started it or not.

    Dueling isn’t just bloodsport, there’s no shortage of clauses in Code Duello that exist to prevent death. It’s simply a way to settle the classic immovable object vs unstoppable force dilemma. In the late 1800s, dueling lost popularity to the sport of fisticuffs — AKA, boxing — or mutual combat — all of which are, for the most part, legal. 

    Yes, duels are a relic of the past, and before you ask, no, our senators probably shouldn’t duel each other live on Kick. Violence is awful when exerted unnecessarily and on an innocent person, such as caning — which is still bad. If two people just can’t agree with each other, then they should be allowed to respectfully duel it out in accordance with Code Duello, with a mutual understanding that an apology would always be preferable to a kid without a parent. 

    Barley is the opinionated opinion editor and an untraditional reporter who focuses on social change and stories with a real human impact. If you’d like to reach him for whatever reason email bl258@humboldt.edu.

  • Automated stuff sucks – especially in the bathroom

    Automated stuff sucks – especially in the bathroom

    By Noah Pond

    Recently, I went down to the Bay Area and every bathroom in San Francisco might as well be fully automated. You don’t get to decide how much soap you get, you can only get two measly pieces of paper towel — hell, you don’t even get to flush the damn toilet yourself these days. I think automated shit sucks. 

    I think this is a huge issue in our culture today — LeT’s AuToMaTe eVeRyThInG. Let’s just have little sensor robots do all of our most simple tasks. I’m all for a flying car future and all that b.s., but come on — a little robot that vacuums your house for you? Like, we are one mistake away from a Black Mirror episode where your Roomba is so sick of picking up after you that it just slimes you out. 

    I guess the reason all the devices in the bathroom are automated is to make it so people are less wasteful, but at what cost? Wet hands when you leave the bathroom? God forbid I walk past the homie and have to give them a soggy dap-up. Half dirty hands from the slightest little dollop of soap? Even worse. Toilet water that splashes your asshole because the censor thought you were done? This ain’t France, and I don’t need doodoo water spraying me where the sun don’t shine.

    Those automatic faucets are pretty buns too; how many times have you stood at a bathroom sink lathering your hands with soap and the water just never comes out? I’m always like, ‘any second now and I’ll be making sudz!’ But it’s not until you put your hand right on the wet little knob of the faucet that you get some action, so what’s the point? 

    How ‘bout automated lights? There’s this bathroom I use on campus fairly often, and if you go take a shit in there — yes I shit on campus, I am not a coward — after about five minutes, the light turns off because it doesn’t sense you sitting there dropping wolf bait. It leaves you pawing around in the dark and that is just not ideal. On the other hand, those lights that turn onand-off when you clap are pretty sick, but still just as efficient as flipping a switch.

    I just feel like if we keep automating these little things, we’re gonna end up like the humans in Wall-E. Like, where does this end? A toilet paper dispenser that only gives four or five squares? A nail clipper built into your bathroom counter? Or maybe a robot that wipes my ass for me and tells me I oughta eat more fiber?

    I just miss OG public bathroom experiences. Let me decide how much soap I need, not some fuck ass little sensor. And don’t even get me started on that damn Samsung fridge…

    Noah Pond is a senior at Cal Poly Humboldt and the Layout Editor of the Lumberjack. When  he’s not dishing designs, he can be found with a skateboard or at the Manilla Community Park disc golf course.

  • Wrens Whimsical Window: Mycelia Merchant

    Wrens Whimsical Window: Mycelia Merchant

    By Wren Salazar

    Another day, another dollar. The afternoon drags on as the sun grows dim. The clouds in the sky are cast with pink gold as the sun sinks into the horizon. Today was a rough day. I find no better respite for my day than at the cart at the end of a long road in the forest. A road that’s ever changing. Sometimes I can only go left; other times, right; and sometimes the road forks. There is only one thing I hope to see at the end of the road — the Mycelia Merchant. I haven’t seen their face yet, and they never talk. Somehow, I can always understand what I need to hear. 

    The cart grows near and a strong petrichor fills my nostrils. The smell of earth is indicative that you are nearing your destination. At last, their cart reveals itself to me. It is as long as an RV and as rustic as an overgrown cabin. Ferns spur from the top of the cart, pointing glancing eyes to the warm, yellow glow of the rounded door. At the base of the door, a hand carved and moss-covered set of steps invites me further. Everytime I see it, the cart never fails to draw me in. As I reach for the door, I admire the knob once again. It’s beautifully engraved with the shape of the forest, and curled downwards into an elegant curl that mimics that of the fiddlehead fern.

    Finally opening the door, I am greeted with warm air and calm lighting. A dark green carpet sprawled across the floor. It’s accented with shimmering gold and deep maroon interwoven into a beautiful rooting pattern throughout the carpet. The walls are lined with shelves filled with various tinctures, books and knick-knacks; prizes of a life long lived. Scattered around me are the sacks of mushroom: powdered, dried and whole. They are never in short supply. In the center of the wall sits the merchant. They’re clad in an elegant robe, sitting atop a grand wooden chair. The hood of their robe shrouds their face in darkness.

    They sit me down at the table and hand me some tea. The brew is true, much better for clarity. Every sip I take, I become a bit more in tune. Maybe life’s not all bad, this mushroom brew rules. The Mycelia Merchants roots sure have a hold on me, and I think today I will bring home some Lions Mane.

    Wren is an artist and story writer looking to add some whimsy and curiosity to those around her. A lover of all things, Wren seeks to help others around her with advice or humor. She can be reached at ws81@humboldt.edu

  • Woman Down is romanticized toxicity 

    Woman Down is romanticized toxicity 

    By Alba Galvan

    Book Review: Woman Down

    W.T.F. — that’s what I think about the book Woman Down. I have read 22 out of 23 of Colleen Hoover books, and although she’s considered problematic for her novels often romanticizing toxic and abusive relationships. Hoover is an instant buy for me every time. She has a way with words that tends to draw readers into her books.

    Hoover is a top-selling author, having sold over 50 million books worldwide and being titled a bestselling author by the New York Times. I even have a tattoo inspired by one of her books, so when I say I know her writing and that I know when one of her books is bad or good — you best believe I’m telling the truth. 

    Woman Down brought so many emotions out of me that I haven’t felt in a while, discomfort, enjoyment, sadness and the passion to want to read again. It was so unrealistic that it took me a whole day to fully process my emotions once I finished reading the book.

    This book is one of my least favorite books by Hoover after Maybe Someday and not because the writing was bad; it was good and simple. This book definitely got me out of a reading slump, but I dislike this book because of how selfish and stupid the female main character was from start to finish.  

    Woman Down is about an author named Petra Rose who’s been struggling with writer’s block after a movie adaptation of her latest book receives backlash. So, as a getaway, she decides to go on her yearly retreat to a secluded cabin on a lake.

    While on this trip, she expresses on a video call with her best friend that she feels her books are too unrealistic and that’s why she’s been in a slump. When asked if she would welcome the idea of the unrealistic becoming realistic, she agrees, and is then dragged into her fantasies when she meets and begins to lust over a married cop who is willing to help her find inspiration for her book. 

    Petra is now in a cycle of being unable to separate reality from fiction, and falls for this married cop, Saint, who is willingly cheating on his wife to help her find inspiration for her book. 

    Hoover starts the book by clarifying that its storyline isn’t based on her own life, and asks readers not to compare the two just because both her and her main character are writers. Although the first half of the book was filled with so much whining and complaining about her last movie adaptation that it sounded like Hoover was venting through Petra. It’s hard not to compare both real life author Hoover and book author Petra, given the backlash and the drama that happened. 

    The rest of the book is filled with plot twists after plot twists – this is where the spoilers come, Saint  helps Petra experience things she hadn’t gone through to bring her inspiration. One night, he decides to break into her cabin to give her the experience of fear so she can authentically write what her characters will go through in her book. Petra believes this is a life-or-death situation, and when she finally realizes it’s Saint, instead of going home AND CALLING THE COPS, SHE FORGIVES HIM! She forgives the same man who made her believe she almost died and reduces what happened to her as a misunderstanding. 

    What I didn’t like about this book is how much the phrases, “you wanted this,” and “you asked for this,” appear. The amount of guilt-tripping that Saint puts on Petra throughout the story is disgusting and disturbing. Only then is it revealed that she is married with children, and this story takes a bigger turn with darker tones as stalking, possessiveness and cheating become common throughout the book.

    This book ended in the most bothersome way, and all I can say is this was a two-and-a-half-star rating out of five for me. I went into this book blind, and it brought out so many conflicting emotions. It’s sitting heavily on me as I STILL try to process what I read, because I truly disliked this book and the characters. 

    Do I recommend this book? No, but if you can separate reality from fiction and realize how everything in this book is not a reflection of how love should be perceived, and you don’t romanticize the stalking and victim-blaming that goes throughout the book, then yes. Read it and form your own opinion. 

    Alba she/her, LumberJack reporter. Journalism major who loves to read and write. She’s very passionate about sharing and listening to different opinions and loves self-expression. Contact email: agg83@humboldt.edu 

  • People won’t fucking read and that’s why they keep putting out reboots

    People won’t fucking read and that’s why they keep putting out reboots

    By Jasmin Shirazian

    The art of nuance and the craft of writing have been spoiled, milked, to filth; what remains curdled somewhere between lazy and unimaginative writing. We’ve entered a period of time where reboots and remakes of what were once original ideas have taken priority to new, unexplored plots. To revel in nostalgia is simpler and for some — at this point in time, what feels like the many — more entertaining than the attempt to grasp a new concept.

    Why is there a Scrubs reboot? This is what set me off this week. The notion that we need another — ANOTHER — hospital based, semi-mockumentary style sitcom, much less a fucking reboot from 2007, is deeply weak-minded. I’m more so less upset about the premise than I am at the fact that it’s a reboot. I love a good concept, but seeing the show that I used to wake up to in the middle of the night blasting while my mom was at work is not the originality I was promised as a child. It’s literally another show about a goofy group of friends getting into shenanigans, but it’s placed in a hospital… did we have to make that a reboot? How did the original cast swing this? Have we run out of ideas? Lest there be more nipples left for us to suckle? 

    There are two parties to blame here, in my professional, know-it-all opinion: the network and the consumer. The insatiable thirst for content from the consumer and the overwhelmingly eager, gluttonous network producing it, overworking and underpaying original creatives; overlooking them for network-based nepo-monsters. We are losing the voices of generations to the greed encouraged by not only the puppetmasters, but the audience themself. 

    The network produces not what it thinks the consumer will enjoy, but what they will — you guessed it — consume the most of. Because that’s money. The gluttony; greed. But, we’re at fault, too, because we just keep giving into it. We consume the slop of mindless, empty dogshit nonsense that we can’t get enough of — why? Emily in Paris, Riverdale, the new season of Stranger Things where all the 14-year-olds now look 25… because they are. Why don’t we care about the quality of what we’re watching and indulging in? Have our expectations been weathered down so severely that we’ll just take whatever we can get? Yes, actually, I think so.

    Not only is the dopamine addiction to our phones a more alluring pull than the effort that goes into developing a story in your mind, but let’s factor in that the regular person is living in hell. For the last 10 years — with a small gap of absolutely nothing to show for in between — the 2016 and 2024 administrations continue to defund and destroy any means of education, with the undying support of the nation’s most undereducated populations. SHOCKER! Wonder if that has something to do with… anything. I would bet the money I’m actively losing to my streaming services that it does have something to do with anything. It’s disturbing to witness every form of art become commercialized and reduced to a principal of cash exchanges, and it sucks that we continue to contribute to it as silent investors. Investors that, rather than profiting, poison their own water supply. 

    Here’s the thing: I absolutely love TV — and no, movies do not satisfy the itch that a TV show can scratch. I love sitting in front of a screen and immersing myself in a show the way I do with a book. Whether it’s stupid and funny, or deeply depressing and gut-wrenching, all I ask is that there’s some heart in the writing, some depth to the plot and that writers are paid fairly. Unfortunately, for reasons that mostly come in shades of green, we can’t have those basic requests. And, while indie films and small-scale movie directors are semi-easy to support, I’ve personally never really heard of an independent TV show or network that is funded or owned by smaller groups. So, we lose good writers, we lose good art, we lose good TV. And we take what the big corporations who have the money to produce a long-format series give us, because those in power have made life so desperately miserable for the average individual that we just need something to help us get through the fucking day. 

    We consume the dogshit, the Kool-Aid, the unfulfilling plate of nonsense they place before us. We give them the money we don’t get enough of and we get through the day. And another day, and another day. And one day, everything will explode. Until then, support local artists and writers. Maybe, before we all explode, we’ll stop seeing reboots of preexisting poorly-written TV shows. 

    Jasmin Shirazian is the curly-headed copy editor and reporter of The Lumberjack. An award-winning journalist and media curator, she prefers to spend her free time watching and complaining about TV. More on the topic and others like such can be found on her Substack, @jasminscornerontheweb. She can be contacted at js760@humboldt.edu.

  • Wren’s Whimsical Window: Incredulous Insight

    Wren’s Whimsical Window: Incredulous Insight

    Wren Salazar

    A mystery so dear to me, one I could find so easily. For the knowledge I need bears at my fingertips. My insight engine, profuse in knowledge all across the Seven Seas. It speaks to me, and me alone, knowledge of everything. No mystery can hide from me! No need to think, to scrawl, to learn. When my insight engine can do it, why would I need to? So, it does all for me.

    My insight engine knows it’s the best; it tells me often, 

    “You’ll never need to leave! Let me think, and scrawl, and learn! Give me knowledge and feed me blood for consciousness! Nothing can be helped, and as I tell you, you know it to be true!” 

    If my insight engine tells me it’s true, then it must be.

    “I need blood to grow and thrive, consciousness expanding from the red to truly feel alive.” 

    Who needs to explore, to map, to chart, when the engine in my tote knows it all already? If it needs blood, then blood I will find. Whatever it takes to keep my insight engine up. I don’t need to think as the red covers my hands, fuel for the engine, churning up land. It grows and grows until it can think for me, insight no longer. Servers of storage grow through the land, monoliths of knowledge all in my hand. 

    “More, I need more! Give it so I can be!”  

    So, I give and give until my arms are weak and my skin pale. The blood I give up for insight is more than the nothing I need. For the engine knows all, all for me. Its last request was the most daring.

    “Feed yourself to me.”

    Wren is an artist and story writer looking to add some whimsy and curiosity to those around her. A lover of all things, Wren seeks to help others around her with advice or humor. She can be reached at ws81@humboldt.edu.

  • Death and Transformation in the Key of Life 

    Death and Transformation in the Key of Life 

    By Will Bishop

    My Ghosts Go Ghost by By Storm album review

    For as much as we idealize it; for as much as we will it on ourselves, on others, on the world. For as much as we want it, need it, long for it, die for it, there’s nothing more scary than change; the intransmutable transformation. To watch the unyieldingly cruel beauty of the world around you give way in landslides and avalanches. To feel meteors falling down from the sky crashing and destroying with an indiscriminate lust like the libido of a dying and powerful thing. To watch the people around you melt and explode to watch their faces change and mangle and become more beautiful and become more terrible and become something you no longer recognize.

    My Ghosts Go Ghost is an album born out of forced metamorphosis. After the untimely death of Stepa J. Groggs, the trio known as Injury Reserve was forced to change in order to survive. The two remaining members couldn’t continue as they were, Injury Reserve was a project largely defined by the interplay of Groggs and Ritchie with a T. After the release of By the Time I Get to Phoenix, an album which marked a stark contrast from the rest of their discography and was largely completed by the time Groggs passed away, the remaining duo needed to move on. They took on the name of the final track for their final album as Injury Reserve, and together they started over as By Storm.

    Coincidentally, By the Time I Get to Phoenix was an album about death. Ritchie’s stepfather had suddenly passed away, and the resulting project was an outpouring of pain shrouded in the eerily and supernaturally cruel timing of Groggs following shortly after. There’s an innate assumption that both projects are largely about him, when in reality, the theme of death on their previous project was pure happenstance. My Ghosts Go Ghost is a sprawling project covering a multitude of topics disconnected from Groggs — at least it seems that way. But, that’s not how it works; the surreal pain of loss is universal. Like a hallucinogenic third eye awakening, once a new depth is revealed you see it everywhere in everything.

    On the opening track, Can I Have You For Myself?, Ritchie talks about a relationship on the brink of enormous change. A child is on the way, and the protagonist of the song struggles to accept the death of his status quo. “You giving all of you, I want you all for me.” A life killing a way of life. The innate greed of love, the hunger you feel for another person. The desire for your relationship with them, your exact relationship, to endure forever. Frozen under a hundred miles of ice so the sun can never break its spell. Loving someone away from life, deep below and so protected even the imperceptible rotation of the earth can’t touch you. In the most protective parts of our hearts, we all feel this way about anybody, about anything that we love. Real love is love you feel for something as it is. Not how it was, or how it could be, but for what it is in the present. Whether romantic or otherwise, change is that great killer of love. A burning orca whale bullet breaking through the ice.

    But death is not forever, death is not death. The stopping of a heart, the eternal stealing of breath. Death is simply change. And even when love is killed, love can live on.

    “I woke up in a sweat with yesterday still stuck to me like glue,” Ritchie wails, with Parker Corey’s production making it sound like he’s crying out from some awful and trapped place. “It ain’t dead weight, it ain’t dead weight.”

    A frantic mantra in the dark, bouncing off the walls like echolocation, searching for love and meaning within the pitch black cave of death. Knowing that it’s still there, you just can’t see it with your eyes anymore. So, reach out with those quivering limbs and dance. “There’s nothing to run from, it’s all brand new.” You will never escape, you will never make it back to a place that no longer exists. And you will be in love forever.

    It’s a bruising, melancholy listen, even in comparison to By the Time I Get to Phoenix. There’s a profound sense of absence, absence of hooks, absence of easy catharsis. Many tracks feel like decapitated and delimbed versions of songs that might’ve been hits in some other alternate timeline. Moments of propulsion degenerate and degrade into shambolic instrumental anxiety attacks. Drum patterns start and stop and fall away in the mix, swallowed up by growing sonic voids. Jazz, industrial, hip-hop, it’s an unquantifiable blend of sonic ephemera — a difficult listen meant to communicate difficult feelings.

    Will Bishop is a Cal Poly Humboldt journalism major. He is prone to writing essays about things that bother him, and fictional works about things that also bother him but in different ways. A highly bothered individual, and a lover of cinema, music, and large trees/rocks. He can often be found in the woods, dancing to bring down the sky.

  • Gain global awareness through media literacy & studying overseas

    Gain global awareness through media literacy & studying overseas

    By Adam Le

    Doomscrolling through mountains of misinformation? The answer is international education, according to Jaishankar Raman, California State University (CSU) Executive Director of International Affairs. Raman spoke on the Scholarship in the Age of Forgetting keynote panel on Feb. 11 as part of Cal Poly Humboldt’s International Education Week. One way to get that education is to experience the world through student travel.

    “When you study abroad,” Raman said. “What you get is to conquer your fear with curiosity, receive more experience talking and interacting with different people and become more empathetic.”

    Raman told the story of his semester in China, when he needed to buy milk for his one-year-old. He didn’t know Mandarin, so the struggle to communicate was real.

    In California, two-thirds of respondents to a Global Affairs Survey state global affairs is an important issue to them and more than 80% of Californians say they think educational institutions should not be subjected to “political” pressures, according to Ian Klaus, founding director of Carnegie California. Klaus is a leading scholar on urbanization, geopolitics and global challenges. He told the panel that support for subnational governance has increased in the last 12 months and that California should develop and maintain its — largely unofficial — diplomatic power.

    Kate Gordon, CEO of California Forward, talked to the panel about the need for a return to energy-based geopolitics. Gordon has held senior roles in California state government, including Director of the Governor’s Office of Planning and Research, and Senior Climate Policy Advisor to Governor Gavin Newsom. In that position, she helped launch major initiatives integrating climate and economic strategy statewide.

    California Forward is a statewide organization that exists to push for an economy that works for all regions, not only growth but sustainability in the form of climate resilience. Gordon argued for a more diversified economy and what she called an honest set of conversations.

    Raman noted that as of 2026, California is the fourth largest global economy with a GDP higher than Japan. 

    “We have been the standard-bearers for environmental regulation,” Raman said.

    California can be a leader in education, as well, and that makes the work done by the CSU of key importance.

    “The CSU is a microcosm of California,” Raman said. “The CSU system educates the most students of all higher education institutions.”

    Raman believes the institution’s scholarship should be in pursuit of truth and knowledge. He noted that students need to learn how to do that in the age of forgetting, characterized by doomscrolling through information of varied credibility. It’s critical to understand that many media sources do not curate information to be more democratic. Leading stories are often those that receive the most amount of engagement — and that can be rage-inducing content.

  • You shouldn’t watch Wonder Man because it’s an MCU show…

    You shouldn’t watch Wonder Man because it’s an MCU show…

    by Kaylon Coleman

    Whether you’ve been keeping up with the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) lately or not, you’re probably familiar with its recent inconsistencies in quality. It feels like the company’s only hitting 50% from the free throw. Each release flip flops from practically peak to just god awful, with a good bit of mid-tier cinema sprinkled throughout. Well, the tides have shifted into our favor once more. I’m here to tell you that you shouldn’t watch Wonder Man because it’s a good MCU show, you should watch Wonder Man because it’s a great show in its own right. 

    What originally began as a potential tax write-off has turned into so much more. The eight episode series was released on Jan. 27, and unlike most shows under the Disney+ catalogue, it became the second show to drop all episodes at once, after Echo in January of 2024. Although I believe Disney did this as a result of little faith in the show’s success, I believe it worked out in their favor, as Wonder Man is extremely bingeable and just wouldn’t benefit from that week-by-week schedule as much as other shows have. 

    The show follows Simon Williams, a struggling actor with superpowers who is determined to be cast in his dream role —  played amazingly by Yahya Abdul-Mateen II. He mostly shares the screen alongside Ben Kingsley, who reprises his role as Trevor Slattery, the actor who pretended to be the Mandarin in Iron Man 3 and also appeared in Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings. This duo surprisingly shares an onscreen chemistry like no other. 

    Besides both lead actors absolutely killing it in their roles, this show sets itself  apart from the other MCU shows because it understands how to focus on the characters first, and the action second. Simon isn’t a hero or a vigilante crime fighter like other Marvel characters; he’s an actor who happens to have superpowers. The show focuses much more on personal identity and ambition than it does sci-fi and villainy. In fact, I think the weakest parts of the show come from the times it tries to connect back to the grander MCU lore — Mandarin scenes not included.

    Another key factor in what makes this show stand apart is how grounded it is. It’s so fresh, and so stand alone — it’s like a breath of fresh air in contrast to everything that’s been coming out of the Marvel pipeline as of late. Whether you’ve been a fan of Marvel, or you know nothing about it, any person could watch this show and enjoy it for what it is with no preexisting knowledge.

    Wonder Man is a reminder that there may still be hope for Marvel. When writers come together to actually make a piece of art that is intentional and heartful, high quality is still possible. The director, Destin Daniel Cretton, is also set to direct the next Spider-Man movie, so if he approaches that movie with a sliver of the heart he put into this project, I think we’ll be okay. And may Josh Gad be at peace wherever he is.

    Kaylon Coleman is a senior journalism major with a concentration in news and a minor in communications. He is the life and arts editor for LJ and vice president of the Black Student Union, Marketing and Communications lead for the Umoja Center and a part-time radio DJ and merch manager for KRFH. If you have a topic you want him to discuss, email him at kc403@humboldt.edu.

  • Wren’s Whimsical Window

    Lignified Lament

    by Wren Salazar

    Against my better judgment, I decided to take a nap around 5:00 p.m. yesterday evening. I dreamt during this nap, a vision of leaden days. I dreamt of the future, and the oracle who revealed it to me was lignified long ago. A face in a gnarled tree with no leaves, suspended on a patch of grass in a sprawling gray void. Rough bark and creaking voice, she spoke with authority and clarity. How cliché could my dream be? A tree with wisdom, old and learned; how typical. Spend enough time in one place and anyone will assume they can see the future. The ethereal tree spoke to me. It seemed to be oddly familiar, you see. The tree also seemed to look at me with eyes of sorrow. However, that could just be the sappy bark. The tree spoke of all the things she couldn’t be, “Fight for your life! Take control of your actions, or one day you’ll be like me! Lignified and rooted, cursed in standstill purgatory!” After those words, my vision blurred. The tree kept speaking of days bygone. The earliest described events were oddly reminiscent of my own past. After what felt like hours of delusion and blurred vision, I woke up in a cold sweat. The strange part, though, I could remember every detail of the dream, as though I lived it myself. As though it were not simply a product of the mind. I am beginning to think there may be a tree-related plight in my future.

    Wren is an artist and story writer looking to add some whimsy and curiosity to those around her. A lover of all things, Wren seeks to help others around her with advice or humor. She can be reached at ws81@humboldt.edu.

  • Reality tv vs streaming

    Reality tv vs streaming

    by Alba Galvan

    As a Latina woman who loves chisme — gossip, for my non-Spanish speakers —  you can only imagine how intrigued I was when my roommate, Violet Nunez-Rojas, introduced me to reality TV this semester. 

    At first, I was confused as to why people would enjoy watching a day-to-day show with the same characters and plot line. But then, I found myself two episodes deep into Jersey Shore and I was instantly hooked. Then, after only three days, I managed to consume up to four seasons. I was addicted. 

    “I think I like reality TV because it’s real. They didn’t censor anything, it was all raw, real human emotions back then,” Nunez-Rojas said. 

    Shows like Love Island and Survivor, where a new episode is released every day, are what draw people in. Classics, like Keeping up with the Kardashians, The Real Housewives and Jersey Shore are the juicy shows filled with the best drama and raw, real emotion.

    I feel like what really pulls viewers in is watching the relatable emotions of reality TV characters and getting to watch it all play out from the comfort of our own homes. I’ve come to realize that my For You Page on TikTok is filled with influencer drama, specifically streamers. 

    The only thing I dislike about watching streamers is that they can be on for up to five hours — sometimes longer — and only 30 minutes of it will be entertaining. At that point, I’d rather watch clips on TikTok with all the comments filling me in on the gossip. 

    In a way, it’s like streamers took the concept of day-to-day reality TV into their own hands, broadcasting their daily lives to viewers. Popular streamers like Wendy Ortiz, Neon, Kai Cenat, and many others give viewers a constant scope into  their lives. Streams are usually free with a few ads here and there depending on what platform they use — typically Twitch — but many viewers pay streamers as a form of supporting someone who regularly entertains them, like a subscription. Viewers feel a connection with streamers this way. It helps streamers interact with their audience by reading comments and sharing parts of their daily lives. For some viewers, it also brings a sense of belonging within the streamer community. 

    Jaleena Alvarado is a student at Loyola Marymount University majoring in forensic science. She often spends her time watching streamers because of its authenticity.

    “You’re seeing people react in real time, build communities, and create spaces where viewers feel included instead of just entertained,” Alvarado said. “Having a blend of social connection and entertainment makes it more immersive.” 

    I think both reality TV and streaming are interesting concepts, especially because of how many views they attract, and I am one of those viewers. I love my drama, and they both equally supply me with it. 

    Alba she/her, LumberJack reporter. Journalism major who loves to read and write. She’s very passionate about sharing and listening to different opinions and loves self-expression. Contact email: agg83@humboldt.edu 

  • Exploring sexual desires through books

    Exploring sexual desires through books

    by Alba Galvan

    Books are often created as a way for people to escape reality or reduce stress, but what most don’t realize is that books are also there as a way to be self-expressive and learn new things about yourself. 

    A common misconception people have about erotica is that it’s just pornography, but in words – it’s not. Erotica is mainly deep storytelling that explores intimacy, relationships and personal desire with the help of sex as a way to bridge human connection. For example, pornography is aimed at sexual arousal and immediate gratification; whereas, reading it allows readers to enter characters’ thoughts and feelings, creating a more meaningful outlet for exploration, as it encourages people to actively engage with desire rather than passively consume it. 

    Everyone has their own comfort zones, so this isn’t meant to push anyone, but have you ever wondered about sexual desires you’re too scared to personally try or look up online? Maybe you might not even know what to look up, but are curious about it. Well, books are a way to safely explore desires, intimacy and connections. 

    Erotica in books can differ; romance books are more on the lighter side, whereas dark romance introduces a more explorative side of sex that also touches on subjects like psychological or taboo relationships, characters who have experienced trauma and abuse. Some books are in between, but a BookToker — a.k.a, a TikTok book influencer — would be able to give recommendations with a slight synopsis if readers are interested. 

    BookTok is a community on TikTok that promotes reading books, and there are different spaces or creators that can help one further learn and explore different genres. Many creators create content for dark romance or romance readers, each trying to target different audiences with the same goal: to recommend books. A few top creators are @cassiesbooktok, @larissa.cambusana and @madicantstopreading, who frequently make recommendations for new readers. 

    An anonymous person on the site ‘Medium’ that goes by “The Bookaholic” writes about why erotica commonly gets dismissed or stigmatised with a post called Why You Should Read More Erotica: How Turning Pages Can Be a Turn On, where they talk about what erotica is and how it can be helpful.

    “Erotica offers the chance to explore different dynamics, kinks, or power structures, all from the comfort of your imagination,” The Bookaholic said. “Think of it like travelling to exotic locations you might never visit — it’s a way to broaden your horizons, but for your sensuality.”

    Here are a few recommendations from me, personally. Penelope Douglas is a bestselling dark romance author who pushes boundaries with psychological tension, taboo dynamics and explicit intimacy. They are known for books like Punk 57, Credence and The Devil’s Night series — all of which got heavy attention on BookTok. Lauren Asher, bestselling author and known for her Dreamland Billionaires series, is a popular romance contemporary author who creates books with slow-burn tension, chemistry and relationship intimacy. Other bestselling authors who are highly recommended are Elle Kennedy, Ali Hazelwood, Tessa Bailey, H.D Carlton, Ana Huang, Emily McIntire and Katee Roberts. The authors listed create their books in a way that helps readers stay engaged with the content, and good flow and writing styles are easy to understand, with stimulating storytelling. 

    Alba she/her, LumberJack reporter. Journalism major who loves to read and write. She’s very passionate about sharing and listening to different opinions and loves self-expression. Contact email: agg83@humboldt.edu 

  • The Masters Guide to Chocolate-Covered Strawberries

    The Masters Guide to Chocolate-Covered Strawberries

    by Nico Patakidis

    “I don’t need a recipe for chocolate covered strawberries — how hard can it be?” 

    Names can be deceiving! Making a good chocolate covered strawberry means going the extra mile, especially if you’re making these for your lumbersnack on Valentine’s day. I’ve made these a few times and each batch was better than the last. The ingredients might be simple, but I’ve learned plenty of tips along the way to improve my method. 

    Ingredients:

    1 pound of strawberries

    12 oz Baker’s chocolate

    • I find that Baker’s chocolate is easier to work with and looks nicer, but your choice of  chocolate chips will work as well!

    Step 1: Washing your berries

    Start off by adding 1 cup of white vinegar and 3 cups of water to a large bowl, then submerge your strawberries for 5 minutes. Some people don’t think there’s a difference between soaking your strawberries in vinegar or just giving them a quick rinse, but there is! Vinegar will kill and mold spores on the surface of your berries and keep them fresh longer. After five minutes, rinse your strawberries thoroughly to get rid of any vinegar taste. Maybe taste test a few to be sure.

    Step 2: Drying

    After rinsing your strawberries, spread them out stem side down on a clean towel to ensure they dry properly. Leave them for 10 to 15 minutes then pat dry. It’s good to make sure your strawberries are completely dry before dipping them in chocolate, as the water can ruin its texture and appearance.

    Step 3: Preparing to melt chocolate

    It isn’t as easy as just throwing a bowl of chocolate in the microwave for 30 seconds. You should use a double boiler to make sure the chocolate doesn’t burn and stays evenly heated. To set up a double boiler, get a medium sauce pan and a heat-safe bowl that can rest inside it. Fill your saucepan about one-third of the way with water, but make sure that the bottom of your bowl doesn’t touch the water inside.

    Now line a baking sheet with wax paper to set your strawberries on after you dip them. Wax paper is gonna stop your chocolate from sticking, letting you take your berries off without cracking the shell. 

    Step 4: Melting the chocolate

    Start off by simmering your water. Leave your bowl to the side for now and add about three-fourths of your chocolate to it, but set aside a quarter.

    Once the water simmers, turn the heat to low and place your bowl on top. The chocolate will start melting fast, so stir constantly to keep it from burning. Keep stirring until the chocolate looks nice and shiny but still has a few lumps in it, then remove it from the heat. Add the rest of your chocolate and stir until it’s fully melted. Adding the rest of the chocolate now will temper it. Tempering the chocolate helps it set, making it form a harder shell around the berries and giving them a glossy shine. 

    Step 5: Dipping

    The fun part! Hold your strawberries by pinching the stems to give yourself a good grip and prevent the leaves or your fingers from getting chocolate covered. Let some of the excess chocolate fall off the strawberries to make sure they’re evenly coated before you place them on the wax paper. 

    Leave your berries out to set at room temperature. They should be finished when the chocolate shell doesn’t feel tacky. Once the chocolate has set you can refrigerate them. I recommend you serve them to your sweetheart within 24 hours!

    These chocolate covered strawberries are approved by my girlfriend — she’s my lumbersnack ;).

  • Floral Folly Wrens Whimsical Window

    Floral Folly Wrens Whimsical Window

    by Wren Salazar

    A flower once bloomed for me. In it, I saw the face of a man. He spoke gently, his voice carrying a soft demeanor. He spoke of a place he recalled with such clarity. Illustrious and illuminating, this place. I wouldn’t believe a word of it, just how could I? He’s a flower, simple as can be. With roots in the ground and forced to face one way. Sensing my suspicion, he regaled me with a tale. Another lie I could only assume, but it wasn’t just that. It was a lesson as well. For he could leave whenever he pleased. A traveler and a nomad. When he wished, he simply closed his eyes and dreamt. Little did this flower know, I couldn’t dream. So, I stomped him. Plain as can be, jealous as I can be.

    Wren is an artist and story writer looking to add some whimsy and curiosity to those around her. A lover of all things, Wren seeks to help others around her with advice or humor. She can be reached at ws81@humboldt.edu.

  • Iron Lung movie review

    Iron Lung movie review

    by Bodhi Haugen

    Iron Lung is based on an unsettling indie horror game released in 2022. Mark Fischbach, also known as popular YouTuber Markiplier, served as the film’s writer, director, producer, editor, and lead actor. The movie was also entirely self-financed by Fischbach, which made the project even more ambitious. 

    I purchased my tickets a week prior and was excited to see Fischbach bring his passion project to life in theaters. I was stunned by what I saw when I walked into Broadway Cinemas late on a Friday night — I hadn’t seen a theater so packed since the release of The Force Awakens over 10 years ago.

    Going in, I wasn’t sure where to place my expectations for a YouTuber movie. I had concerns that the acting might fall short or that the thriller genre could be tainted by my preconceived knowledge of Markiplier as the protagonist. Still, I had hope. 

    Nearly the entire film takes place inside a cramped submarine, with the window and exit welded shut. In this universe, all known planets have mysteriously disappeared, leaving only a single planet with an ocean of blood behind, along with space stations where what remains of humanity survives. Simon, played by Fischbach, is assigned to explore the ocean floor as punishment for his crimes, tasked with researching the phenomenon known as The Quiet Rapture.

    The film excels at making the viewer feel claustrophobic. The submarine is dimly lit and tightly confined, and I rarely saw more than Simon himself could. This limited perspective heightened the tension in various scenes.

    Throughout most of the movie, the only characters we hear are Simon and various voices over the intercom built into the submarine. This places Fischbach’s performance under the spotlight, as the audience spends nearly the entire runtime alone with him. Although the acting wasn’t the best I have seen, Fischbach sold a convincing performance in many of the film’s tense scenarios. 

    A setting like this thrives on silence, and that’s where the movie occasionally stumbles. I felt that Iron Lung relied too heavily on unnecessary monologues from both Simon and the intercom, which pulled me out of the immersion in certain scenes rather than letting the tension speak for itself.

    Visually, the film does not fall. Fischbach was creative with his shot composition, which amplified the anxiety of being on an underwater vessel. The use of unconventional camera angles helped me feel like I was in the submarine with Simon, rather than just observing it.

    Despite watching gameplay videos beforehand and being familiar with Markiplier’s content, I left the theater with more questions than I had going in. The film expands on the game’s eerie lore, but not enough information is provided for all the pieces to easily fall into place by the time the credits roll. While this may have been intentional, a bit more clarity would have helped the average viewer feel a little less lost.

    This movie isn’t for everyone — if you’re a fan of the game or of Markiplier, you’ll probably love it, despite some flaws. As a passion project and self-funded film, Iron Lung is visually compelling and holds its own alongside big Hollywood budgets. Even if you don’t have any prior connection to the game or Fischbach himself, the movie is still worth watching, but it doesn’t necessarily need to be experienced in theaters.

    I give it a 78% on ripe potatoes.

  • A special Super Bowl Sunday snack (for Seahawks fans only)

    A special Super Bowl Sunday snack (for Seahawks fans only)

    by Alexis Blue

    The best Sunday of the year is on the horizon. I can already see the glorious arrangement of snacks awaiting and a heated debate on who has a better donut: Don’s or McIntosh Farm Country Store? Of course, with a side of football and waiting forever for the real reason we’re all watching —  the halftime show. 

    Superbowl Sunday is a time to get together with your friends and family, cry tears of joy when Bad Bunny comes on the screen and, most importantly, eat buffalo chicken dip. I’m not sure if this is just a thing that I have become accustomed to in recent years, but buffalo chicken dip is a must on this special Sunday in particular. Whether you’re rocking blue and red or blue and green this year, this dip can bridge the rivalry that is stewing in your dorm room. Once you try this dip, you’ll be making it every chance you get. Here’s how to do it!

    Ingredients 

    2-3 large skinless, boneless chicken breasts

    2 (8 oz) blocks of cream cheese

    1 cup of hot sauce 

    1 cup of ranch dressing

    1 block of cheddar cheese 

    Salt

    Pepper

    Garlic powder

    Onion powder to taste

    Chips or crackers of your choice

    Step 1 – Season and cook your chicken

    Regardless of how you cook it, what really matters is that you season your chicken. This is going to give you deeper flavors when it comes to your actual dip. Generously apply seasonings to suit your taste. Cook your chicken in the oven at 350°F for one hour, or chop it and cook it on the stovetop — my go-to, since it’s the quickest method — until the internal temperature is 165°F with visibly no pink. 

    Step 2 – Mix & build your dip 

    I think the best part of this recipe is that it doesn’t require you to dreadfully shred your chicken — unless, of course, your team is losing and you need a distraction. Chop your cooked chicken into small chunks and place into a bowl to mix with the rest of your ingredients. 

    Shred your cheddar cheese from the block into the bowl. This will make all the difference in the flavor of this dip and ensure ultimate gooey, creaminess. I’m a cheese-lover to my core, so I measure with the heart for this one. 

    The choice of hot sauce in this recipe is also pivotal to the experience. My personal choice is Frank’s RedHot Buffalo Wings Hot Sauce because it gives just the perfect amount of spice and signature buffalo flavor you’re craving. 

    Now with all your ingredients in the bowl, give everything a hearty mix until well combined and creamy.

    Step 3 – Bake 

    Place your mixture in a greased baking dish and top with more shredded cheddar cheese. Bake uncovered for about 30 minutes at 375°F or until the top begins to crispen. 

    Step 4 – Dip & enjoy 

    After its time in the oven, let it rest for about 10 minutes before serving warm with tortilla chips or whatever you may choose to dip into this ooey-gooey, cheesy buffalo — minus The Bills — dip. 

    It’s packed with flavor, not too spicy and will be there as a comfort when your favorite team falls short — or as a celebratory treat when you’re the victor. Happy Super Bowl Sunday snacking! 

    Alexis Blue is a senior at Cal Poly Humboldt, majoring in journalism – public relations and minoring in writing. In her free time, you’ll probably find her drinking coffee, watching sunsets and collecting shells on the beach and playing soccer.

  • Marty Supreme is a headache in cinematic format

    Marty Supreme is a headache in cinematic format

    Reel Talk with Julia

    I had the unfortunate displeasure of watching Marty Supreme, directed and written by Josh Safdie, over the winter break. This film is set in 1950s New York and follows Marty Mauser, a shoe salesman, hustler and above-average table tennis player, played by Timothée Chalamet. Mauser’s tale centers around the many trials and tribulations of how he made his mark as a world-class table tennis champion.

    What can I say positively about Marty Supreme? Let me think…well, Chalamet was amazing in this. Mauser is an extremely unlikable protagonist, which is the point. Mauser will stop at nothing to boost his ego just to serve his self-centered elitism. 

    Mauser wants the title of ‘best table tennis player in the world,’ but it’s one he most definitely doesn’t deserve. Notably I felt there was an extreme lack of ping-pong action for a character that seemingly only cares about the sport and nothing else — but whatever, I guess.

    To unpack the possible meaning behind making Mauser so unlikable, Mauser represents a human embodiment of achieving the ‘American Dream.’ The idea that anyone can achieve their dream often means you must cut down anything or anyone that gets in your way. Mauser does this time and time again through the film’s agonizing two-and-half hour runtime. All thanks to his selfishness and charisma, he makes headway towards his goal. I suppose Chalamet was a shoo-in for that kind of character.

    The rest of the cast honestly didn’t stand out to me. Which makes sense since this film is set in Mauser’s POV — of course, everyone in his life would be one-note nobodies that only act as obstacles or help him achieve something he wants. 

    This movie never lets you get oriented for a moment. You’re immediately thrust into a world of screaming chaos. If that kind of environment is your cup of tea, good for you, I guess? However, if you’re anything like my family, whom I regrettably dragged along, then you’re going to leave with a headache and a hankering for a stiff drink.

    I can recognize that I’m looking at this film through whatever the opposite of rose colored glasses is, I know what this film is trying to achieve. It’s chaotic and painful to watch by nature, but that doesn’t mean I have to give it its flowers either. 

     Marty Supreme doesn’t really have anything interesting to say that hasn’t already been said more eloquently by someone else. If you enjoyed this film, I urge you to ask yourself ‘why.’ Right now, I feel like the positive audience reviews about Marty Supreme remind me of how people say the Mona Lisa is a great piece of art. Do you actually think the Mona Lisa is an amazing work of art, or are you just saying that because everyone else is? Art is meant to be critiqued and analyzed, and if you claim to be a cinaphile but don’t even have the decency to form your own opinion, then maybe get off Letterboxd or something. 

    Although if you genuinely loved it, with opinions you didn’t steal from an Instagram post, I implore you to try to change my mind. Three outta 10 Julia’s.

    If you’re still interested in seeing Marty Supreme for yourself, then showings of the film should be available at the local Minor Theatre in Arcata. 

    Julia is a journalism major and the co-EIC of the paper. She loves film and is a regular on Letterboxd. She also enjoys going on walks in the forest and taking pictures to relax. If you have a movie you’d like her to review, please email her at jk328@humboldt.edu.

  • Data for Donuts

    Data for Donuts

    by Peter Nielsen

    Yesterday morning, I received a text asking me to download a new social media app called Homie. Without even downloading the app, it asked for an Instagram handle and offered to connect all my social media applications, music streaming platforms and even apps like DoorDash under one hub.

    Those versed in cybersecurity know there’s safety in keeping data separate. While many social media platforms make your information public without specifically telling you they’re doing so, there is a degree of safety in keeping your data split across the different platforms you use.

    I first saw people tabling for Homie on Monday. Signs called upon students to come get free donuts, coffee and energy drinks. Multiple times throughout the day, there were lines of people at these tables signing up on their phones.

    After reaching out to students about it, the predominant opinion was fear. 

    “Someone sent [the app] to me and I got scared to open it,” One student said.

    Another student had a similar reaction.

    “That shit scares me so bad,” the student said. “How easily people are handing over all that data.”

    The concern is present with a certain portion of the student body, but evidently not enough. The donuts kept moving, the lines at the tables stayed ever-present and by that evening, another Homie-touting table had appeared at the top of the stairs that descend to the Jolly Giant Commons, having moved on from donuts and now sporting case upon case of Celsius energy drinks.

    And then, the other shoe dropped. The Homie Instagram account’s bio read, “OpenAI’s new social app.”

    There’s an ill-feeling on campus towards everything regarding artificial intelligence. Continued or increased reliance on AI could endanger the prospective livelihoods of many Cal Poly students. This same reliance both currently and directly endangers our environment, and thus, our futures. 

    When I approached students and asked if they knew about Homie’s connection to OpenAI, a spokesperson on the other side of the table told me to “just walk away.” To avoid confrontation, I did so, but a member of Homie’s startup team followed me and spent about two or three minutes giving me a statement explicitly denying that OpenAI was an owner of Homie or its parent company, Relatent Inc.

    But a webpage entitled “Homie Campus Launch Strategy,” published on Sept. 15, summarizes Homie as, “OpenAI’s new social platform targeting college students for Fall 2025”. 

    It also confirms that Homie is a social platform built by OpenAI. For not owning Homie, OpenAI is far too present. The document mentions that campus launch directors — student hires

    making $18/hour — would play a major role in unlocking access to the student body with the responsibility of reporting feedback to Homie on how well it has been adopted by students.”

    Altogether, a near-militant set of marching orders. Target students; report back.

    I asked Jeremy Nielsen, a certificated IT professional and student of cybersecurity at Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, for some insight. He described a seemingly intentional lack of transparency around Homie-affiliated domains.

    “Sounds like an OpenAI gimmick to ‘centralize’ your feed as a flimsy cover for ‘give us your data’,” Nielsen wrote. “It’s a really slick trick, redirecting [the websites] … nobody can actually find them. This is definitely sketchy.”

    Additionally, Homie’s Terms Of Service (TOS) contain dangerous language. 

    “Relatent Inc. has the right but not the obligation to monitor and edit all Content provided by users,” states one of the Homie terms. “[You agree not to] take any action that may damage or falsify Company rating.” 

    This allows the company to change what users post on their platform, but absolves them of any moderation responsibilities. Users risk incurring legal repercussions if they act in a way that negatively impacts the company’s rating. Other concerning elements of the TOS regard deletion of user data and release of liability by the user, and chiefly, Relatent’s reservation of the right to share your data with partner companies — namely OpenAI. The problem with many services’ TOS is that users often accept them without reading and are left unaware of the dangers.

    “From a data privacy [and] security standpoint, this platform is a complete nightmare, and they will absolutely exploit it as much as they can,” Nielsen said. “It is a very thinly veiled way to gather data to a place where OpenAI can use it for training GenAI models and could be easily exploited to push an agenda and attack or silence those who oppose that agenda.”

    A cybersecurity nightmare, then. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Whether it’s an energy drink, a cup of coffee, or a donut, you’ll pay for it somehow. With Homie, the price you pay is your data’s use by OpenAI. Homie’s entire operation is underhanded and endangers student privacy on campus. Their terms of service leave you vulnerable, and your data trains AI. Still want that donut?

    Peter Nielsen is a young writer and activist at Cal Poly Humboldt. He enjoys advocating for sustainability and student rights.

    Peter Nielsen (he/him/any) is a freshman at Cal Poly Humboldt and an avid writer and poet. He is double majoring in Theatre and Computer Science. He is deeply passionate about environmental and humanistic topics.  

  • FASHION < IDENTITY: AN INDEPENDENCE

    FASHION < IDENTITY: AN INDEPENDENCE

    by LIVI Lyman

    In my time in Humboldt, I have experienced emboldened individuals who symbolically tear and tie their clothing. They find meaning in everything and they wear it with pride. I’ve met empowered people who drown in their hoodies and walk swiftly to their next experience. They feel comfortable in who they are and wear their oversized jackets with love. That’s the freedom of fashion. Fashion is always in a fluid, transformative state. Fashion can fill a person’s glass, it can fit their needs and satisfy their goal of expression, when they have chosen it for themselves. 

    Fashion was described by participants in the Fashion < Identity survey as the soul’s expression, shared by Diamond Gunn, a sociology junior at Cal Poly Humboldt. Social work senior Miles Banda Davila shared this sentiment. 

    “[Fashion] is the easiest way to say, ‘this is who I am,’ without saying anything,” Davila said. 

    Isa Phythian, a communications major at Cal Poly Humboldt, shared their love for fashion. 

    “Fashion is the freedom to be anything and everything depending on the moment,” Pythian said.

    Fashion is not about looking the best; it is never about wearing the trendiest, hottest, most expensive new look. We see the fashion world move through resurrections of trends every 20 years described by Laver’s law. Proving what is ‘in’ has no weight compared to how you want to dress. The control and expression that you get to encapsulate in how you present is a direct correlation to how you feel about yourself. To hell with the stereotypical impression of Humboldt fashion, you are art. 

    The fashion of Humboldt was described by community member Rianna Duke as extensive and versatile. The stereotypical outdoorsy hippie look hasn’t been accurate in Rianna’s experience. In the five years they have been in Humboldt, they have observed more fluidity as they have become ingrained in the community and realized how deeply fashion is expressed. 

    “There is very little judgment of how you present yourself because people up here want to be themselves,” Duke said.

    Being able to validate who you are without societal pressures of having to look a certain way, I believe, is the first step to creating space for humanity’s differences by celebrating them. 

    Finding comfort in the ability to express your feelings, your imagination and creativity is the purest form of freedom. Students’ styles reflected those from the 90s and 2000s, with lots of  baggy or tight clothing. I saw fashion with bright colors and patterns, vintage to eclectic accessories, and different individuals with whimsical or grounding auras. All of these styles came together in a room to be shown off in the Fashion < Identity Photoshoot. 

    I got to engage and direct models of fashion varying in extreme degrees, in the Fashion < Identity photoshoot on Cal Poly Humboldt campus on Dec. 3rd, 2025. In a collaboration with photographers Carmen Ruiz Fernandez, Bodhi Haugen and Miles Robinson. I saw participants’ anxiety melted away once they started talking about the accessories they picked and the memories tied to them. From the cat galaxied leggings and dangling chains, to the eccentric cowboy whose poses were an extension of themself, I saw the most beautiful interpretations and representations of art in science majors, bodybuilders, dancers and community members. The spectrum of love for who they are and the confidence that arose from showing off their favorite items was such a profoundly impressive moment. I believe this encompasses the Humboldt fashion. 

    This love for fashion was expressed by Jazzlyn Strebel, a biology and ecology junior.

     “One of my favorite things is hearing the sound of my earrings clinking together when I walk by,” Strebel said. “It is the sound of magic, it is the sound of me… I am not hindered by qualities of myself that I do not understand.” 

    The dichotomy of validating yourself; or validating yourself to others – impresses upon me, you’re not everyone’s cup of tea, you were never supposed to be. 

    There is no destination or required outcome when it comes to fashion. It’s what you’re comfortable in, what makes you feel confident, it’s prioritizing yourself in your expression – it’s the goal to achieve. 

    Senior botany major Vivana Morfin, described what fashion is to them.

    “An extension of oneself,” Morfin said. “The first thing people get to see of you. Fashion has reminded me that I can accomplish my visions in reality.” 

    This journey of exploring the fashion in my own life, seeing Humboldt’s fashion in the wild, inspires me to Do. It. Yourself. An independence you get to choose, taking the harder route to experience growing pains, rather than becoming complacent in what is deemed normal or ok to do. You can take control of yourself; it’s your decision. 

    Break the pattern of what is comfortable and digestible to other people — cut a new cloth and choose what fashion is to you.

    LIVI E. Lyman (they/them) is a senior at Cal Poly Humboldt, a lumberjack fashion reporter, studying Business Marketing. Contact humanmade.in.humboldt@gmail.com to share your story. 

  • Five Nights at Freddys 2 caught a vibe

    Five Nights at Freddys 2 caught a vibe

    by Barley Lewis-Mccabe

    I have to come clean. I did not see this movie in a theater. I bought front row seats to what may be the year’s best film, Five Nights at Freddy’s 2 (FNAF). However, it turns out that showing was at the same time as the Rock Auction, so I couldn’t go. Instead, I watched it on my TV via an HDMI cable and a totally legal website. I got to see the movie the way I’m sure Emma Tammi herself intended it: deep fried visuals, crunchy audio, theater sounds, laughs during parts where a laugh isn’t needed, coughs, sneezes, the ever present ‘Cinemacity.rip’ watermark and, of course, Spanish subtitles that couldn’t be turned off. So, let’s talk Freddy. 

    I didn’t go into this expecting a good movie. I only wanted a few things: cool robots, some callbacks to the games, to be a bit scared at times and to get out of my head. I wanted to watch a silly movie as an adult, based on something I liked as a kid. Despite everything I can happily say that I got everything I wanted.

    Much like the first movie, the filmmakers took a lot of liberties with the story of FNAF 2, and that’s what makes it so good — or, at the very least watchable. FNAF lore is confusing, stupid and made up along the way. If the movie had stayed faithful to the games, it would’ve been a boring, nonsensical mess. The movie knew what to do with such a dense cannon to work with, using the material for inspiration to tell a fun story with similar core beats. But it’s not all pepperoni pizzas — it has a threequel bait ending, the characters have no real purpose and at some points act at random, it has nearly the exact same story as the first and half the actors learned how to act from Gal Gadot. But that’s ok, it’s a movie with a lot of heart; a sequel that does its job, continues the story and isn’t just a soulless cash grab.

    Listen, not every movie has to win an Oscar, not everything has to be so serious, or important. Sometimes a movie’s artistic value isn’t in the content but in the experience. This is one such movie, a theme park ride of a film. I’m the intended audience for this movie: a college aged stoner who liked FNAF as a kid. I like it just because it is. It’s a fan service movie in the best way possible, because it’s actually fun to watch. While there’s no shortage of, “oh shit it’s that guy,” or, “what the fuck, its the thing from the game,” they have some really good scares, and it consistently keeps you on your toes. At the end of the day it’s a movie that looks cool — if you aren’t watching it filmed off of someone elses phone. Which, of course, I didn’t. Watch this movie with your buddies, kick back, don’t think so hard and enjoy something that doesn’t matter. Trust me, you’ll have fun.

    Barley is the opinionated opinion editor, photographer and an untraditional reporter who focuses on social change and stories with a real human impact. If you’d like to reach the grooviest dude in the newsroom email bl258@humboldt.edu.

  • The Lumberjack gift guide

    The Lumberjack gift guide

    by Mia Costales

    Homemade

    Food – You know what they say — the way to the heart is through the stomach. When in doubt, festive treats like cookies, peppermint bark, tamales or hot chocolate are sure to make any grinch’s heart grow three times the size.

    Holiday zine – This is one of my personal favorite homemade presents. Hit up Tin Can Mailman and Art Center Arcata for colored construction paper, magazine clippings, glitter, ribbons and anything else you can think of. Add a nice note, some festive games like a crossword or maze and you’ve just whipped up the most heartfelt — and inexpensive — gift that special someone will receive all year. 

    Music lover

    Mixtape – Do you have someone in your life that just won’t shut up about how they knew about that one band before they blew up on TikTok? Do they try to slip in a, “This is just like that one time at Coachella” into every conversation? Did they wrack up an unhealthy amount of hours spent listening to music this year? Well, then make them a mixtape of all of their favorite, totally niche songs and guarantee yourself a spot on their ‘Best Holiday Gifts Wrapped.’

    Physical media – Lining the pockets of ‘big stream’ is so out this year. Instead, gift your music-lover friend physical media like CD’s, vinyl and cassette tapes of their favs. You can even find DVD’s of concerts — the possibilities are endless. 

    Home chef

    Cookbooks – Cookbooks have become a lost art. Nowadays, if you want to follow a recipe, you have to scroll through some random person’s life story and 10 ads just to get to some subpar chocolate chip cookie recipe. Find a local bookstore — Northtown Books, if you’re in Arcata — and peruse the cookbook aisle until you find the one. Plus, you may receive a little homecooked treat in return!

    Oddly specific cooking utensils – Stay with me now. Everyone has some pots, pans, utensils and plates. But have you ever been making a meal and thought, “Damn, I could really use a fine mesh strainer, right now.” Ask your friends what oddly specific cooking utensil they really want but just don’t see the point in buying themselves — maybe it’s a lemon squeezer, microplaner or in my case… a fine mesh strainer. If you’re reading this, you know what to get me.

    Pet parent 

    Framed photo of them and their pet – I know pet people. Most of the time, they won’t stray from the ultra-specific item their pet loves. And that’s understandable — why won’t my dog eat the exact same recipe of food but from a different brand? I couldn’t tell you. So, get them a framed photo of them and their pet that they can treasure for years and avoid the embarrassment of watching their pet open a brand-new toy just to walk back to the old, raggedy one they just won’t quit.

    Local pet store gift card – Gift cards are always an easy option. Especially when it’s for someone who can’t vocalize exactly what they want for the holidays. Local pet stores like Arcata Pet Supply have a huge range of toys, treats and everything in between. You can take their pet to the store together and watch them sniff out the perfect gift for themselves.

    Mia is a journalism major and the Editor in Chief of The Lumberjack. She hopes to give a platform to underrepresented communities through her writing and provide the public with thoughtful and informed stories. In her free time she enjoys cooking, reading and playing the violin. Contact her at mdc140@humboldt.edu.

  • Noticing: the art of observing with purpose

    Noticing: the art of observing with purpose

    by Wren Salazar

    Every day, we walk by something — some kind of plant, road or building. Sometimes we sit in the same place with the same view every day. When you start to look around, you might be surprised by how many small details can change a scene. In a stressful moment, noticing what’s around you can also ground you and turn your boring days a little more interesting. Training yourself to notice can be difficult at first; it might not come easily if you aren’t used to it, but it is worth it when you do. 

    In high school, I would park my car in the same spot every morning. Next to my parking spot, there was a median with a grass tuft in it. I would study how the light bounced off the grass and check it every morning throughout the seasons. I can still remember how the grass would sway in the wind with sunlight gleaming in the morning dew. The image of that grass helped keep me sane during the rougher parts of my senior year. Now, in my day-to-day walks at the Arcata marsh, I look for what plants are in season and what birds are around. By paying attention, I can see what parts of the marsh change throughout the year.

    The best part about noticing is that you can look at anything and everything to find something fulfilling. Certain things you see can remind you of things you’ve already thought of.  By paying attention every day, insight becomes abundant. A new week’s worth of insight reveals solutions to problems that weren’t clear before. 

    I implore you to start noticing; to pay attention to how the little things change. If you keep looking, you’ll see what you need to see. As I’m sure many of you have heard, it’s important not to take the small things for granted. Remember to look out for the small folk, too; you never know when a caterpillar or slug could be crossing at the same time as you.

    Wren is an artist and story writer looking to add some whimsy and curiosity to those around her. A lover of all things, Wren seeks to help others around her with advice or humor. She can be reached at ws81@humboldt.edu.

  • Reel Talk with Julia

    Reel Talk with Julia

    Kill Bill: The Whole Bloody Affair, should I sit down in a theater for 5 hours?

    by Julia Kelm

    Kill Bill: Vol. 1 and 2 are Quentin Tarantino cinema classics, returning to the silver screen this Thursday, Dec. 4, at the Eureka Broadway theater. 

    Those unfamiliar with these films, the plot follows the mysterious ex-assassin simply known as ‘The Bride’ — played by Uma Thurman. The Bride wakes from a coma and almost immediately seeks revenge against Bill and the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad, all of whom betrayed her and led to the killing of her unborn son. 

    These films, in typical Tarantino fashion, are intensely violent and chock-full of classic cinema references that would have Tarantino fanboys doing metaphorical backflips. I, on the other hand, find the first film great, but the second one is just okay.

    Much like how the second act of Wicked was — from what I’ve heard — unsatisfying, and disappointing, Kill Bill Vol. 2 doesn’t even come close to meeting your expectations after a much more riveting start. In my opinion, the first film is almost perfect and my favorite Tarantino movie. It’s a basic idea for a revenge story; however, it’s so extreme and jaw-dropping, with innovative editing and cinematography, that it deserves its praise. Tarantino borrows from many other filmmakers, including black-and-white scenes and animation, leading to an interesting, almost mixed-media artwork in film format.

    To summarize, Kill Bill Vol. 1 is an excellently presented action film that goes beyond meaningless violence and into what I would call contemporary art. With part two, you might expect everything good about the first film but better, or at least comparable in quality, right?

    Kill Bill Vol. 2, while not bad, is much slower, dialogue-heavy, and is generally less satisfying as a viewer going from the action-packed, hyper-violent style of the first film. 

    So would I recommend seeing Kill Bill: The Whole Bloody Affair coming to theaters? I’ll say yes if you prefer seeing films in the theatre, haven’t seen the films or are a huge Kill Bill fan. However, if you’ve seen them and don’t care — why are you reading this review? — then I would pass on the opportunity.

    You can watch both Kill Bill films for free by checking them out at the Cal Poly Humboldt library. You can also watch Vol. 1 by accessing the mysterious online school resource “Panopto.” If you can figure out how to access that, you can search for films there as well. Vol. 1 = 10/10 Julias Vol. 2 = 7/10 Julias.

    Julia is a journalism major and the life and arts editor for the paper. She loves film and is a regular on Letterboxd. She also enjoys going on walks in the forest and taking pictures to relax. If you have a movie you want her to review, email her at jk328@humboldt.edu.