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Designing an analyzer for toxins

By Robert Ball

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Last fall while many people were worrying where the next anthrax or other terrorist attack would occur, Alan C. Seabaugh was busy inventing a countermeasure: a cheap, credit-card size analyzer capable of detecting and measuring chemical and biological toxins.

Seabaugh, Notre Dame professor of electrical engineering, designed a semiconductor chip for the analyzer, which he envisions police, fire and other public health workers using to identify any of the thousands of substances that might be released in a terrorist attack or an industrial accident. The device also would calculate the strength of the toxin and map the boundaries of the danger zone — and do it all for about the cost of a pocket calculator.…

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Web Extra Letters

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More than an anxious reunion

Respectfully, Mr. Ray Hedin may have cause to be anxious about more than tiptoeing back to Milwaukee as an ex-seminarian. It appears the author of Married to the Church divorced the Bride of Christ long ago, and now demands She prove Herself worthy of his re-union with Him. How convoluted is that? His paranoia about the big, bad hierarchical Church is of a piece with his wistfulness about Vatican II: liberal illusions obfuscating the authority issue. Mr. Hedin’s separation from Christ’s Church is indeed something to be anxious about, but for reasons less trivial than those he advances.…

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From Print Issue

By Notre Dame Magazine

Monologues and shame

The fact that Notre Dame and the Program in Gender Studies chose to host _The Vagina Monologues _on campus during Lent doesn’t surprise me in the least. What does surprise me is that the performances were not held on August 15 and December 8 in front of the Grotto as a way of paying homage to the Mother of God. Shame on the Department of Film, Television and Theatre. Shame on Father Malloy for his Clintonesque response. And shame on the students for hosting this perverted performance that dishonors Our Lady and everything she stands for — purity, innocence and motherhood.…

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All About Making Movies

By Carol Schaal '91M.A.

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Forget the red carpet. While working on their first feature film, All About You, writer and director Christine Ashford Swanson’94 and her husband, producer Michael Swanson ’93, quickly gained experience in the realities of Hollywood.

A week before production on the independent film was to begin, the musician/actor cast as the leading man had to drop out. So novice director Christine was forced to re-cast the role. After filming ended, the owner of three songs used in the movie asked for more money. The Swansons couldn’t afford the higher fees, so Christine commissioned three news songs and had to reshoot three scenes. And don’t even ask Michael about agents or unions or distribution.…

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Obsessed with News

By Robert Schmuhl ’70

So there we were, surrounded by the majestic natural splendors of Yellowstone Park, and I was getting jumpy, sorely in need of a fix.

For three days, a long holiday weekend, no newspapers penetrated our remote camp, and the picture-postcard mountains blocked reception of television or radio signals. Late the next day, finding a day-old issue of the Billings Gazette

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Lights in My Life

By James Stephen Behrens

I was reading in an old lawn chair behind a barn at the monastery. At my feet lay scattered a few magazines and journals — and a single page I had printed from the Internet edition of The New York Times. It was a beautiful fall morning. The skies were clear and a deep blue. An occasional jet flew overhead, on its way to the Hartsfield Airport in Atlanta. As I looked up, I thought of the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, the field in Pennsylvania. I do not think that I have seen an aircraft since 9-11 without thinking of all those people, the destruction, the pain.…

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Now I Dream of Concrete Sculpture

By Ed Cohen

About a year ago I started to get that feeling of unease that sometimes descends upon men in their early 40s like me. Not the one about the expanding forehead. This was that feeling that maybe I wasn’t doing what I was meant to do career-wise. You know — that my life had been a tragic misguided waste, at least during normal business hours.…

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All Their Treasures

By J. Martin Green '63

My great uncle, Mart Ebberts, was a Lutheran from Buffalo, New York, who married Mittie Jackson, a young lady from Sour Lake, Texas. He had come down to Beaumont, exchanging snow for rain, to seek his fortune in the oil and gas industry. Instead, he found Aunt Mittie, a descendant of Stephen Jackson, the founder of Sour Lake who was called the “first white settler” in Hardin County.…

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Campus cemetery may open to alumni

By Ed Cohen

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Stories are legion of people trying to sprinkle their loved ones’ ashes on the football field, in the woods around the lakes, and elsewhere on campus. Such actions violate Catholic doctrine, which requires treating cremated remains with the same reverence as a full body. Ashes are supposed to be buried or inurned in a niche.…

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Winning (and Losing) by Intimidation

By John Monczunski

You’re an assertive, take-charge kind of person. You refuse to take guff from anyone, and in order to get the job done you’ve been known to lean on people. Sometimes you use forceful language and may even threaten to make life difficult for those who cross you, if that’s what it takes to reach the goal. What kind of impression do you make on the boss?…

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The Parade at My Porch

By Rebecca Banasiak Code '76

I love porches with a waist-high wall wide enough on which to sit. I can perch on the edge of my turf, drink a glass of wine and observe the pedestrians passing on the sidewalk or the busy traffic whizzing by on the boulevard. The porch provides a semblance of distance, far enough away so I’m not bothered by the street noise yet close enough to view some of life’s little melodramas unfolding just beyond.…

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The Gospel of Jack

By John Monzunski

So the other night, just before I nodded off, I asked Jesus how he felt about 9/11, Iraq, North Korea and this whole “Ball of Confusion,” as the Temptations used to sing. The question was barely out of my mouth when the next thing I know, I hear:

“Well, I’ll tell you, Jack — it’s okay if I call you Jack?”…

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Goodwil Hunting

By Bill Klein '62

The November drive home from the pheasant fields of South Dakota to Minneapolis is the longest and loneliest. Cruise control and a ruler-straight interstate make contemplation easy. I find myself reminiscing about the season past, painting mental pictures of the resplendent graces of nature and some of the people I met afield. I’m denying the calendar reality of the coming winter and the fact that, for me, this hunting season is over.…

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The Little Swimmer

By Angela Wheelock

My son was born under the sign of the fish, and, from the first, he showed an affinity for water. As an infant, Brendan loved baths — the longer, the better. Once he learned to swim, he moved fearlessly and gracefully through the water as though it were his true home. Now that he is 8, he spends long hours fishing and beachcombing. His latest haul includes the barnacle-encrusted carapace of a Dungeness crab, two large strands of kelp and half a dozen oyster shells, stored in an empty shoebox, smelling of salt and the memory of water.…

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Literary Scamp Evelyn Waugh

By Arthur Jones

It was February 24, 1949. A bitter winter rain battered the Notre Dame campus. Unconcernedly striding through it, despite water streaming over the brim of his bowler hat and saturating his serviceable tweed coat, was Evelyn Waugh (pronounced EVE-lin war).

Writer of the U.S. best sellers Brideshead Revisited

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When He Spoke

By Mark Yates

My father kept his ranger’s hat on the wall above his bed. It hung over his head while he slept, the same way crosses hang above the heads of many Catholics. The felt hat was brown and formal, with an extra wide brim and a black leather strap around the base, just like Smokey the Bear’s. My father kept four symmetrical dents in the top so he could hold it by the dome and put it square on his head with one hand.…

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The Sisters of Summer

By Colleen Ganey '03

Back in the late 1960s, when Sister Josepha Cullen, CSC, stepped to the doorway of the Bohemian Club in San Francisco, she didn’t know what kind of reception she would get. Since it had opened in 1872, the Bohemian Club had observed one steadfast rule: no women allowed.

Sister Josepha, wearing the veil of a woman religious, was seeking entrance because the Notre Dame alumni clubs of San Francisco and San Jose were co-hosting their annual Universal Notre Dame Night there, and she had earned master’s degrees from the University in 1966 and 1968. Most men seeking membership to the Bohemian Club will sit on the waiting list for a decade before joining, but Sister Josepha planned to march right in. And she did — graciously ushered by the unsuspecting doorman and warmly received by the Notre Dame crowd.…

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The Life and Times of Wolf No. 2

By Andrew H. Malcolm

This is the true story of a wolf named No. 2, a park named Yellowstone and a little-known society of wild things existing in obscure dignity far beyond most humans’ awareness.

No. 2 was born Canadian in the rugged wilds of western Alberta. One late winter day in the mid-’90s he was running with young siblings in the deep mountain snow of his first winter. Suddenly, a noisy machine appeared in the sky and hovered there with whirling wings unlike any bird ever seen. No. 2 brazenly stood his ground, watching, for a moment too long.…

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As We Forgive Those

By Lawrence Cunningham

The Jewish writer Elie Wiesel tells a beautiful Hasidic story about forgiveness. A wealthy Jewish timber merchant in Eastern Europe settles into a train carriage, the story begins. Just before departure an aged, somewhat unkempt, malodorous rabbi settles into the same compartment. Throughout the journey the merchant pointedly, and with fastidious disdain, ignores the old man. When the train arrives at its destination, the merchant sees hundreds of people milling about in eager anticipation. He discovers that the object of their devotion is the old rabbi whom he had so rudely snubbed. The rabbi, he learns, is widely regarded in pious communities as a living saint who possesses profound wisdom and a reputation as a healer.…

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Going Our Way: A New Foreign Policy

By Robert Schmuhl ’70

War is always a bloody interlude. Before the fury comes the triggering rationale — and afterward the consequences of scarring change.

The age-old pattern repeated itself last spring in Iraq. Beyond this theater of war, however, a related drama — with words as weapons — continues to play out nationally and throughout the world.…

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The Admissions Balancing Act

By Ed Cohen

For a high-school student making the rounds of potential colleges, the treatment doesn’t get much more royal than this:

A seven-day, all-expenses-paid trip to campus during the summer. Tickets to a professional production of Shakespeare one night, a pizza party the next, a banquet the night after that. A guided tour of the football stadium, a bowling outing. Meetings and discussions with officers and distinguished professors. Advice on career choices and financial aid, even pointers on how to write a winning personal statement to go with your college application.…

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What is the status of the lawsuits brought by a South Bend bar owner against students carrying fake IDs who were cited in a raid at the bar?

By Notre Dame Magazine

The raid of The Boat Club on North Hill Street in January found more than 200 minors inside the bar, most of them Notre Dame and Saint Mary’s students. The owners of the bar, which had a reputation for being soft on underage drinking, later sued the students for using fake IDs. The plaintiff argued that the minors were to blame for the business’s demise because they misrepresented themselves. The suit asked for damages of $3,000 per defendant.…

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What's the latest on the ND football player arrested the week of last year's Gator Bowl who appeared badly bruised in his mug shot?

By Notre Dame Magazine

In June 2003 an attorney for Chad DeBolt ‘03, ’03MBA informed officials of his intent to sue the Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office for personal injuries and civil rights violations. Florida law mandates that a lawsuit against a government agency cannot be filed until six months after such a notification letter is sent.…

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Legendary rebirth for Senior Bar

By Notre Dame Magazine

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The former Alumni Senior Club (aka Senior Bar) reopened this fall as a combination restaurant, pub and nightclub known collectively as Legends of Notre Dame.

Located in the parking lot south of the stadium, the facility closed after the 2002 football season for renovation and an L-shaped addition that increased the building’s size by about 50 percent.…

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Library Basement Renovation

By Notre Dame Magazine

Recognzie this place? Not likely. It’s the basement of Hesburgh Library following a nearly two-year renovation.

The gutted and rebuilt lower level reopened in late August, 2003.

Gone are the Formica booths and vending machines of The Pit snack area (the machines are now in a room on the first floor) and the maze of blank corridors and windowless offices. Many of the offices belonged to non-library operations that have been dispatched to other locations on campus.…

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Ticket Office Cracks Down on Reselling

By Ed Cohen

So you think you’re going to make a killing selling your tickets to this year’s home game against Florida State on e-Bay.

Beware.

Your buyer might be the Notre Dame ticket office. And if you get caught reselling tickets above face value you’ll lose your ticket-ordering privileges for at least two years. If it’s season tickets you’re scalping, you’ll be barred from ordering tickets for at least five years.…

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