In The Divine Comedy, Dante accompanies Virgil through purgatory and hell. Up until about a year ago, one could be forgiven for presuming only a smattering of bankers and financiers would be found in the inferno’s depths, somewhere between the second and fourth circles, where those overcome by lust and obsession with material goods are forever damned. Now it’s apparent some Wall Street professionals deserve to be sentenced to far worse.
The turmoil roiling the world’s economy has not left Notre Dame unscathed, but University finances might be a lot worse if it weren’t for Father Ned Joyce, CSC.
A few weeks ago as I walked across the Notre Dame campus to meet Ann Tenbrunsel for lunch, I kept thinking, “How could things have gone so wrong? What a predicament we’re in.”
Iron Man, Batman, Superman, Spider-Man, X-Men and, on the tough-as-acrylic nails side, Sarah O’Connor and Lt. Ripley: Action heroes supreme, and I love ’em all.
I have the dubious distinction of ramming my car (actually gently bumping might be more accurate, since I was traveling about 3 mph at the time) into a telephone pole as I cleverly attempted to change the ring tone on my cell phone. I do not recommend this.
I didn’t see Louis until he ran past me. When I recognized his backside I yelled, “Stay strong!” I searched but never saw Vince. I waited a few minutes, certain he must have already come by in the mass of runners finishing the Sunburst 5K.
I’d never been in the spectator gallery of the Rockne Memorial swimming pool. But there I was, watching my kids take their first-ever swim lesson.
Quick, name some female head coaches of college teams. If you love women’s basketball, Muffett McGraw, Pat Summitt, Sharon Versyp and the late Kay Yow might come to mind. Now name a woman who coaches a men’s team. Hmmm.
As a writing instructor at a small Christian liberal arts college, I lost a night’s sleep recently over a student who plagiarized — my first case. Why did he believe he could get away with it?
Four music stands and a grand piano crowd the front of the room, but there are more unusual things than those in the Jordan Hall of Science’s Digital Visualization Theater this morning.
A productive day for Cynthia Mahmood, Notre Dame associate professor of anthropology, is the stuff of nightmares for many others.
Honoring the legacy of professors Terrence Akai and Charles Craypo.
Continued, Professor Philpott’s letter to students
Part III: The Influence of Catholics and the Catholic Church on Global Politics
One Professor’s Guide To Studying International Relations and Peace Studies From a Catholic Perspective.
Footnotes for Professor Philpott’s Letter to Students
Page two of letters to the editor about ND’s invitation to President Barack Obama to speak at the 2009 commencement.
Ysmar Hernandez is not a Domer. She’s never lived in a dorm, attended a class or been to a football game at Notre Dame. Until recently she had never even seen Rudy.
Louise bends to stroke Bob Roche’s hair and murmur into his ear. “Robert,” she says softly, dropping the T in the French version of his name. “We have company.”
A listing of deaths of Notre Dame alumni.
While President Barack Obama gave the ND commencement address on May 17, astronaut Michael T. Good ’84, ’86M.S. was high above, orbiting the Earth as a crew member of the space shuttle Atlantis. The Air Force colonel, who took a Notre Dame pennant with him on the shuttle mission, was part of a team sent to repair the Hubble space telescope. In a complicated spacewalk, Good and his partner replaced several gyroscopes, making it possible for the telescope to precisely point at distant space objects. . . . Astronaut Kevin A. Ford ’82…
You could say a Brownie troop, a pink flamingo costume and a brush with a professional ballerina got Meredith Dincolo ’93 thinking about a career in dance.
The Surreal McCoys bill themselves as the top cowpunk band to ever come out of Notre Dame Law School. If you want to argue about that, take ’em to court.
Records and eight-tracks and cassettes, how last century.
Creative work from ND people.
Web extra — creative works by ND people
Page one of letters to the editor about ND’s invitation to President Barack Obama to speak at the 2009 commencement.
(Letters about spring 2009 and previous issues.)
Memories of the Depression
Your article on ND during the depression brought back a few memories of the 1950s. I noticed that tuition, room and board and laundry was $650 in the early 1930s. By the 50s it had nearly doubled to around $1,200. Still when my father received an almost apologetic letter announcing a $100 dollar a year increase, there was a note that effectively said, “Let us know if you have a problem with this.” My father wrote back that he had a problem with this, and we received a note in return that said, “Very well, we are awarding your son a $100 scholarship.”…
The alum I called had lost his job last year, about six months after his wife lost hers. His story was far too typical of the knavery occurring in a nation reeling under a recession. One day at work he was told to inform several people in the office that they were being “let go.”
Once he finished that unpleasant task, his boss summarily fired him, too.…
As the United Air Lines 747 touches down at Tan Son Nhat Airport in Saigon, Vietnam, I have an excruciating knot in my stomach. I look at a country I thought I would never see again.