When you play the game of elephant polo, as one does, rules must be followed, particularly on the side of the elephants. No elephant can sit down in front of its goal in order to defend it. That’s a foul. No more than two elephants from the same team can be on one half of the field at one time. Foul. And an elephant cannot use its trunk to pick up the ball. They do anyway. “They'll lob it. They'll pick it up and kind of throw it, and it's funny,” says David Partridge ’13EMBA.
Caution. One wrong turn and the whole semester spins out of control.
The women of Chile danced alone back then, dancing for the Families of the Disappeared, as a way to denounce the senseless loss of sons and lovers stolen in the dark of night.
“Some days it was routine. Other days I would sit at the microfilm reader and weep,” says William Cavanaugh ’84.
Shayne Bushfield ’94, aka Thorsten A. Integrity, quit his job to run an online game now played by 8,500 of the smartest people in the world.
Along with being titled after the first names of their female main characters, the television series Flo, Gloria, Tabitha, Daria, Phyllis, Rhoda, Maude, and Kendra all share, most prominently, what other particular distinction? 1956’s The Adventures of Champion is, arguably, the first series to hold the distinction in question.
About a mile beneath the surface of the Earth, where miners once searched for gold, Notre Dame physicists now dig for unseen secrets of the universe. And Ken Garcia is on their trail.
Meditations of a once-aspiring mystic on the brink of growing up.
Creative Works by Notre Dame people.
Letters to the editor
The latest news from around campus
A life of triumph, traged and simple, decent humanity
A priest who practiced justice
Robert P. McIntosh, an ecologist and Notre Dame faculty member from 1959 to 1987, died July 7 at age 96.
Resolve and reflection along the Notre Dame trail
Deaths of Notre Dame graduates
I remember watching an episode of Scrubs one time where the young doctors were racing against the clock on a Friday afternoon to find answers for a patient before the inevitable slowdown of the weekend struck. Before I worked in a hospital, I assumed this was an exaggeration. When I graduated from residency this past summer, though, I could attest: It’s definitely not an exaggeration. You should do your very best to have medical emergencies on Monday mornings, whenever possible.
A full year of my four-year education I have spent at Notre Dame Magazine, with people who know how to write. I, on the other hand, didn’t think much of good feature writing. No, writing hard news, that was the thing. Ironically, in this issue you will find my byline thrice: One news story, but also one feature about elephant polo and then this letter, which isn’t exactly investigative journalism.
Whether you’re deciding on a career path or a calorie-burner, it’s surprisingly easy to just do what everyone else is doing or what everyone else seems to call a smart bet. You pore over The Wall Street Journal charts, you calibrate your career options, you network, and you pick a path — more school, more work, more of both — that seems like a pretty solid way to not go broke. And you go running. But maybe there’s something else out there, something new, something for me.
We had the idea because my godmother, Jude, had cancer. Or had had cancer — we were waiting to see. And my sister, Lauren, was heartbroken and had been for the better part of a year. I was unemployed. My mom, being a mom as well as a sister to Jude, felt and suffered from our pain, too. In short, we weren’t in great shape. There was going to be a blood red supermoon total lunar eclipse, so we devised a moon ceremony, as four women like us are apt to do.
Pow! We all jump back at the report from Paul’s pistol. He has just launched a .22 bullet deep into the sand. As we catch our breath and push Paul and laugh, his uncle picks up a .22 rifle, pumps it once and begins to lean over the warm hood of his pickup, bracing his belly and arms before firing and pumping the shells in rapid cadence. And so this day has gone, one macho test after another, the joyful annual ritual of riding, roping and branding.
John P. Rossi ’60M.A. is a dean of baseball scholarship. But his passion for baseball did not have a promising start. His uncle took him to Shibe Park to see the Phillies when he was 8, and Rossi asked to leave early. The same scenario happened when he was 9.
News about Notre Dame graduates.
Fifteen years ago, Notre Dame developed a campus plan that declared seven tenets for the University’s growth and development. They continue to guide decisions today:
What does the nation's conscience now say about the value of human lives?
We humans have devised a medley of responses to cope with the specter of death.
Recently I was asked to speak to a group for three to five minutes about how my faith life informs my work and how my work affects my faith life.
Experience a touch of the rare tingling elation that composer and pianist J.J. Wright ’14MSM, ’17DMA felt this spring when his Easter Vigil-themed sequence of five jazz oratorios, Drama and Devotion, premiered inside a landmark 16th century church in Rome.
Two core things about my life enable me to understand the Parable of the Unmerciful Servant, the story in Matthew’s Gospel about the king who forgives his servant an enormous debt, only to see that same servant hold a fellow servant accountable for a modest one.
Forest Wallace, as Cloten, gives Shakespeare's verse a hip-hop update to woo the king's daughter Imogen. Cloten dismisses the music his attending lords play, then asks them give him a beat. Listen: