Virtue as an obligation, not a choice
Over the past 10 days there has been fighting, not over the urgent business and weighty content of a political speech and debate, but rather the scheduling of said speech and debate.
Over the past 10 days there has been fighting, not over the urgent business and weighty content of a political speech and debate, but rather the scheduling of said speech and debate.
Last Wednesday, I attended the Safety Summit at Irish Green sponsored by student government. It was an enjoyable experience complete with prudent partying tips given by friendly representatives of the five major police agencies in the South Bend/Mishawaka area. I applaud the genuine efforts of student body president Patrick McCormick in addressing the problems in the relationship between Notre Dame students and the police.
Here at Notre Dame we value study, but also pride ourselves in understanding the limits of that knowledge. At a point the pursuit of simple joys and endeavors are necessary for a fulfilling existence.
When Touchdown Jesus went up on the mount he found a seat at the front of a giant crowd as his disciples First Down Moses and Fair-Catch Corby pursued him.
By this time last year — only two weeks into the school year — about 70 students had already been arrested for alcohol-related incidents.
It's finally here. He's finally here. Could you imagine waiting for Santa Claus for five years — knowing that he really is coming one day — but just not knowing when?
"From Christ the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work." (Ephesians 4:15-16)
One of my friends recently was approached by an NDSP officer while enjoying a beautiful afternoon in his hammock on North Quad. The officer informed him that hammocks are prohibited from being hung between trees on the quads, and she forced him to take his down. This violation of human liberty, therefore, begs for a brief celebration of the hammock in all of its glory.
Being the Psych-O that I am, I have been nothing short of euphoric after having read the articles by Ms. O'Donnell ("Pineapples," Aug. 30) and Mr. Straka ("The Pineapple Bandwagon," Aug. 31).
Years ago, when "return to glory" was meant to address the anticipated football accomplishments of Tyrone Willingham, Ty gave a speech at the Washington game pep rally which I will never forget, and so I start with that:
I'm not really a Rick Perry fan. I'm simply not. But that doesn't change the fact that he has recently been accused of having a terrible health care system in the state of Texas. That accusation has been "justified" with the fact that 26 percent of Texas citizens lack health care. Unfortunately for these accusers, some statistics have little merit.
I would just like to thank Ms. O'Donnell for her article regarding the TV show Psych ("Pineapples," Aug. 30). They must have hired someone clever at USA because in the past decade or so, the network has churned out a handful of extremely entertaining shows, Psych being my personal favorite. In a world where prime time T.V. is dominated by countless crime dramas that take themselves just a little too seriously (and one conspicuous imitation cough-TheMentalist-cough), Psych serves as a welcoming breath of pineapple-scented fresh air. The unorthodox antics of faux psychic Mr. Spencer combined with the delightfully uptight nature of Mr. Burton always keep me chuckling.
I was so glad to see the opinion column about Rick Perry. As a resident of Texas, let me tell you what Rick Perry doesn't want you to know: Rick Perry's claim on Texas jobs is not true. Texas jobs, mostly in Houston, have largely come from the oil and gas industry. Perry has had nothing to do with that — Houston's economy has historically been boom or bust, depending on oil and gas. Additionally, the state and federal government is responsible for creating a large portion of jobs. How interesting that Perry claims these jobs as his "miracle" while bashing government.
Back to the gridiron! As the college football season kicks off this weekend, the NCAA, its member institutions and fans can breathe a temporary sigh of relief. The public eye on the sport shifts away from rules violations and toward action on the field. Topics such as "Will Notre Dame take the leap toward a BCS berth in Brian Kelly's second season?" or "Can Oklahoma or another elite program end the SEC's stronghold on the national championship?" offer a lighter fare in comparison to the questions that have rocked the sport the past few seasons.
Maggy Garcia was one of the most beautiful people you could ever meet, inside and out. She had an absolutely radiant smile, oozed an infectiously positive personality and you'd never know anyone who could light up a room until you met her. Maggy Garcia, I am lucky to say, was a dear friend of mine. I have an innumerable amount of fond memories of growing up with her that I will cherish forever.
A futures desk at a Wall Street bank sounds like some sort of covert fortune-telling operation. It sounds like the desk where traders can swing by in the morning to read the tea leaves and see what stocks are going to be hot that day. It almost doesn't seem like it should be legal. Is divination how all of these Wall Street banks keep making money?
Everyone experiences life-changing moments. For some, it was ripping open that Notre Dame acceptance letter. For others, it was picking a major or locking eyes with that special someone in class. For me, it was discovering "Psych," a TV show on USA Network.