Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 67th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends.
The list of movies, TV shows, plays and other media forms engendered by Charles Dickens’ 1843 novella A Christmas Carol seems endless. For most of us, those films and TV shows are how we know the story.
A nap versus nativity scenes from around the world? To me, the choice was obvious.
Even at semester’s end, after three months swimming in these rivers, I make my way — always against the current, up the down staircase, entering as others exit — feeling like a foreigner unschooled in the ways of flocks and herds.
A Molarity wake up call.
It was this now-fond memory that brought me to the library yesterday as they hosted their “Farewell to the Floor” event, a way to kick off the first phase of the Hesburgh Library Renovation. The makeover is scheduled to start Monday, December 22, and will begin with a new north entrance and then a two-story entrance gallery that will run through the center of the library.
When I first arrived in rural Honduras in 2002, communication with the outside world was severely limited, and I relished the solitude. Ten years later, I’m suffocated by the ubiquity of electronic communication.
Written by Rolling Stone political reporter Matt Taibbi, The Divide: American Injustice in the Age of the Wealth Gap provides dozens of similar stories of prosecutors going after poor people for minor crimes at the same time it lets the wealthy off with at most a company fine for gargantuan fraud.
I knew that Richard Sheehan, an economics professor, had found his passion in wildlife photography. What surprised me was his saying he approached the task by emulating the seagull.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 66th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. In this edition, Lou learns the importance of consent.
Thanksgiving is a time to say thanks for kindnesses, favors and good deeds that have gone too long without expressions of gratitude
Redeployment grabs you from the first line of the first story: “We shot dogs.”
They have come in the night, in the dark, crunching through snow, faces strafed by the wind. And now they sit in a LaFortune meeting room, long tables arranged in a big square, to hear a panel of people speak and answer questions, give pep talks and offer advice.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 65th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. The greatest conspiracy of all times, as solved by Chuck.
I was ready for a distraction. At home over fall break I had been sitting at a desk all day, typing the monotonous words of a transcript for a research project I was working on
When I was at Notre Dame, apartheid was in full swing, which makes me feel both incredibly old . . . and hopeful. Old because, let’s face it, the 1980s was a long time ago. And hopeful, because that kind of discrimination was overcome. By humans. In my lifetime.
When Wil Haygood, writer of The Butler, came to campus.
Quarantine for patients or health care workers was not considered a valid option during the swine flu epidemic, but now with one imported case of Ebola in New York City, quarantine has been implemented in several states in direct opposition to experts at the CDC and World Health Organization (WHO). Fear and politics, not science, are the reasons behind these contrasting policies.
Some Domers take SYRs a little too seriously.
As much of the Western world prepares to celebrate Halloween, another important celebration parallels this tradition and is gaining popularity: Día de los Muertos, or the Day of the Dead.
When I was studying abroad in Angers, France, my host mother, Chantal, decided I had the potential to be an ideal French wife — I’m not sure if that was a compliment, insult or if it had anything to do with the fact that she had three sons, but she began a five-month mission to train me in her likeness.
The Snite Museum of Art is currently hosting the exhibition “ND Alumni: Sculptors and Professors,” which highlights the work of the graduates of Notre Dame’s Department of Art, Art History, and Design once they leave the university with a Master of Fine Arts degree.
The bell tower of the Basilica of the Sacred Heart isn’t on the standard Notre Dame campus tour for good reason. It’s kind of a dangerous place. The wooden stairs are narrow and steeply pitched, and the first flight alone is sufficiently dusty and Hitchcockian as to discourage anyone but the most determined and cautious visitor.
One of my favorite things about working at Notre Dame is how much I learn in informal discussions. Someone lunching at Café de Grasta may bring up the issue of Ebola and how protecting Americans from the disease could endanger our beloved civil liberties. And sometimes, like in my chat with the Korean student, I may hear a tidbit that opens my eyes to an intriguing cultural trend. And without setting foot in a classroom, I learn something.
Ebola is not the virus to fear. Fear and panic are spreading faster than any organic living matter possibly could.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 64th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. About that “love thy neighbor” nonsense…
He’s a lifelong Notre Dame fan. This was his first trip to campus. And it so happened that the day of the football game against the North Carolina Tarheels was his 40th birthday.
It is 1:17 a.m. I should have stopped reading hours ago. I am not supposed to be awake, smiling like I just completed a mad dash, cross-country road trip without a second to spare.
According to billboard.com, the highest attended rock tour of 2013 was Bon Jovi, with a total attendance of just under 2.2 million. According to The Blue Angels website, the Blue Angels perform in front of an estimated 11 million people per year.
I learned the true value of Notre Dame football during the Davie, Willingham and Weis eras.