Opinion
The rhetoric of political Pygmies
Yesterday marked the 50th anniversary of President John F. Kennedy's inauguration as well as the two year mark of President Obama's inaugural ceremonies. While both presidential messages were lofty and uplifting, our political dialogue today remains more petty and filled with personal greed than when Kennedy entered the presidency. As a World War II veteran, Kennedy was strong on defense like Obama. Kennedy, like Obama, believed in a governmental role to solve problems and in tax decreases to spur the economy. However, political communications strategies changed drastically since the days of Camelot.
Re-evaluating politics in rememberance of Christina Taylor Green
Christina Taylor Green. Until a few days ago, we didn't know Christina. We weren't aware of this vibrant nine-year-old's budding interest in politics. We remained ignorant of her love for swimming, gymnastics and baseball. We had no idea she delighted in picking blackberries. Now, we will never forget her name. Christina. Taylor. Green.
Mike Brey a class act
On Tuesday night, I arrived back at my dorm at about 10:30 from the store. After shuffling for a couple of seconds to find my ID, I heard a voice behind me. "Mind if I follow you in?" I turned around, and behind me stood Coach Mike Brey. I opened the door for him, and he then proceeded to walk throughout the dorm, knock on doors and talk to students to make sure they were coming out in force for the Cincinnati game. He did all of this while he could have been at home with his family on a Tuesday night.
Let it rip
What's the effect in our own lives of feeling chosen? Remember walking down your high school hallway to where the list of who made the basketball team or the Spring play was posted? Squinting over the heads of the swarm of your classmates, your heart thumping, eyes darting up and down the list. Remember the feeling you got when you saw your name?
Liberated woman's theology
Well that was a provocative title, wasn't it? Now that I have your eyes, let me start off with a disclaimer. This is not a piece advocating the "make me a sandwich" train of thought when it comes to the denouncement of new age feminism. What it is, rather, is a surface examination of the college educated American female growing up under the influence of liberated woman's theology. These personal observations can and should be qualified as limited, but nonetheless are a valid sample taken from the stated population and proper analysis can be rendered.
One less lonely Class of 2011
Thank you, Notre Dame football, for making everyone forget that the Class of 2011 is the losingest class in the program's history. It has not felt that way for the past two months. We saw an unbeaten November, which included our first win over USC since 2001, and a dominant win over Miami in the Sun Bowl. The last Notre Dame class to see two wins in bowl games? That would be the Class of 1996.
L.A. football
Oh to be a kid again. Don't you remember going to (insert NFL stadium here) and soaking it all in? Hey Dad, let's play catch before the game in the parking lot. Can I get a hot dog at halftime? These seats are awesome. Oh sorry, I was reminiscing there. And by reminiscing, I mean fantasizing.
Goodbye Notre Dame. It has been great.
To my fellow Irish students:
A DREAM Deferred
If there was ever a heartfelt piece of legislation, it's the Development, Relief and Education for Alien Minors Act, better known as the DREAM Act. The DREAM Act is a measure that will greatly reform America's dysfunctional immigration system in the short term by ensuring hundreds of thousands of young, undocumented students a piece of the American dream.
Thank you St. Edward's Hall
I'm writing this letter today to say thank you to both Fr. Ralph Haag and the students in St. Edward's Hall. First of all, Fr. Ralph is a very kind and generous person. Without getting into specifics, Fr. Ralph has gone above and beyond to help me and my family. On many occasions he had come to my aid both personally and professionally and because of him my life is much better. He offers this help without question and was a source of support through a rough time. I've heard on countless occasions comments by students indicating how much they love and appreciate Fr. Ralph and all he does for everyone. St. Edward's Hall is blessed to have him as a rector.
A basketball fashion trendsetter
An open letter to Irish basketball coach Mike Brey:
The gift of art
I graduated in the late 1970's in the Fine Arts. I had hopes and dreams, and then I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy in 1988. Little did I know the vaccine that was given him would cause his autism.
Off to the Pros
We of the Rakes of Mallow would like to congratulate Jeb Brovsky, Bilal Duckett and Steven Perry on being drafted last Thursday in the Major League Soccer Superdraft. We wish Jeb and Bilal luck in Vancouver as they play for the expansion side Vancouver Whitecaps. We also wish Steven luck as he joins the New England Revolution who are in the process of rebuilding. Thank you for all your commitment, passion and hard work these past four years, and may your professional career be successful, long and full of trophies.
Story in song
I've always been a closet fan of Nine Inch Nails. The big thing that kept me from saying outright that I liked NIN was the darkness of Trent Reznor's music. His lyrics in some songs were really angry, and I never could say I was mad enough to consistently relate to his tone. There's a beauty to his music, though; at times, a simple melody will play through the crunchy, industrial guitars, distorted synths and sharp, sampled drums. Take "Closer" for example — the instrumentals have a creepy vibe, and the lyrics can be in some cases just disturbing. Right before the end, a short piano riff sneaks in as all other sounds fall by the wayside, and those repeated notes seem to purify the song, like if you turned on the lights after a bad nightmare. "Right Where It Belongs" is another great example of NIN's ability to be more than just dark industrial rock. Reznor has absolutely amazing talent for capturing emotion in a song, whether it's resentful anger, deep depression or driving motivation.
The birth of philosophy
Philosophy was born two centuries before Aristotle when Thales of Miletus predicted an eclipse. The Lydians and the Medes, locked in combat at the River Halys, looked to the suddenly darkened sky and ended their warfare, declaring the river the border between their two nations. As the light returned to the sky, so was a light enkindled on earth — albeit a light of a very different kind: changes in the world — and even changes in the sky — were not the arbitrary will of the gods. They were, on the contrary, governed by an inviolable order — and, when a man came to understand that order, he could predict them. For the first time in human history, a man had traded the subjective for the objective — seeing the world not from within the perspective of a given moment but rather from that of the eternal. For the first time in human history, a man had become as a god — had stolen the divine fire of knowledge of things as they will be. Though it would, in the darker ages to come, dim considerably, this fire would never again go out.






