When does an alternative form of culture stop being alternative? The issue seemed to be on everyone’s mind last week when staffers of the Chicago Reader showed up at 350 N. Orleans—headquarters of our new corporate overlords, Sun-Times Media—to be welcomed into the fold with a cocktail party. Word had already gone out that we’d soon be vacating our longtime digs at 11 E. Illinois for this gleaming new space, with its white walls and glass doors and people in slacks wearing ID cards on lanyards around their necks. When I joined the Reader in 1997, we had a proofreader who was homeless and actually living in the office. Something tells me that isn’t going to fly at 350 Orleans.