Friday, September 21, 2007


Without a doubt, this week has set my upper benchmark for “Total Number of Memories in a Seven Day Period.” Monday was my 21st birthday, Wednesday/Thursday was Rover production, and Thursday night was a fantastic meal, the height of which was my third beer ever and perhaps the most delicious one, a Sam Adams. (Of course, I was quickly reminded by my Rover friends of the immoral advertising techniques once practiced by Sam Adams – a sobering reality. Thanks guys.)

Common among all these experiences, however, is one element that I have quickly come to appreciate as so important to our short stay here at the University at Notre Dame: friends – and not just any friends, but those men and women united by a common pursuit of Wisdom. As Christ himself said, “I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you” (John 15:15). We all are true friends because we all share our common faith in and through the Son.

At the Irish Rover, especially, though we might disagree violently on some political issues (e.g. Ron Paul vs. Sam Brownback) I know that deep down, first and foremost my friends value my soul and my salvation. As an example, albeit a light-hearted one, even though Smiddy is trying his hardest to get me to go to Fever (and he is doing a good job by bribing me with billiards), I know he is doing so because in some way he thinks Fever is good for my soul, as he himself truly proclaims Fever is for his. Such is the mark of a true friend.

I just want to thank all of those who take their faith seriously, who strive to foster a sense of that common good here at the University which is Wisdom and the pursuit, and who never forget that their neighbor could be as close as a roommate in need. Because of you, Notre Dame is what it is, and because of your efforts, Notre Dame will never lose sight of her mission.

God bless you all,

Dan Amiri

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Live Blog from Production night

Tonight has been a terrific night at the DeBartolo fishbowl for production of the second Rover issue of the year. Below you see sophomore Dan Dixon, senior Joe Lawler, and sophomore Brandon Payne focused on some copy editing.

Above you see Ben O'Brien working hard on some articles....congrats to Ben on getting an interview tomorrow with a Fortune 500 company....go seal the deal Ben!

Thanks to all those who helped out tonight and continue through the morning.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Soccer Team off to Strong Start

While the entire Irish nation has watched the university’s football team fall to an embarrassing 0-3 record, the men’s soccer team has quietly attained the #3 ranking in the country. Through the first 5 games of the season, Notre Dame’s real “fútbol” team has notched three victories to go along with one tie and one loss. Included in the team’s string of victories is a season opening win against then #1 UCLA. Returning a strong group of players from a team that reached the NCAA quarterfinals a year ago, the Irish have set a goal of going even farther into the tournament this year.

This weekend, when the Irish football team will still be trying to score their first offensive touchdown of the season, the men’s soccer team will be on the road against Big East foes Villanova and Rutgers.

It’s never a good sign when a school’s soccer team is outscoring the offensive players of its football team, but that is exactly what has happened thus far this season, as the soccer team has scored a total of 7 goals, while the football team has only been able to muster up a measly 6 points.

Although this may not be the team most Irish fans were hoping to do well this season, the soccer team still deserves praise. Maybe Taco Bell should have a “Nacho Day” in its honor instead.

Go Irish!

Mike Corgan

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Campus Bagpipers Set to Form Trade Union, Seeking Henchmen

Good Evening Rovalettes, Prince Valiant here -

As I was peddling my trusty 12 speed across campus this evening, a charismatic group of Notre Dame bagpipers materialized out of the shadows and surrounded me. The menacing way in which they brandished their instruments led me to believe that rather than shrieking for assistance, I should listen to what they had to say.
I'm glad I did. Turns out, the bagpipe band is forming a trade union styled after the infamous Teamsters. Notre Dame's acting piper captain, Henrich von Tooterooski, explained to me that the group possesses a laundry list of grievances against the University, most notably the poor job done by ND's career center in finding bagpiper alums lucrative jobs in the field after graduation.
Because any union worth mentioning has a set of ruthless henchmen with which to "persuade" others to see things the union way, the bagpipers informed me that, due to my renowned valiance, they were interested in bringing me on board as their nightstick of rectitude. I confess, I was flattered. However, as is so often the case, my sense of moral uprightness compelled me to confess to those hopeful faces gathered round what cowardly emotions surged within my breast at the first intimation of confrontation. Convinced that I was not the right man for the job, the pipers piped a doleful cadence of lamentation and slowly withdrew into the fading twilight, to continue their search for dependable cronies. I hear they are still accepting applications, so if anyone is in need of a slightly disreputable mode of employment, check them out.

-In grandiosity,
Prince Valiant.

More on the Quebecois..

A few thoughts to follow up on Brian's post, which I think were too long to stick in the comments section.

I too found the 'Degeneration' song to be haunting, and in my mind at least, an obvious commentary on generational differences and sense of loss in contemporary Quebec. It is really quite interesting/frightening to pause and reflect on the sad moral and cultural states of the places in the world which once were beacons of Catholicism--Quebec and Ireland, of course, but one cannot also forget most of Western Europe (especially France, Italy and Spain) as well.

While the presuppositions which I carry in to listening to such a song are probably not those which the songwriters ever intended, it surprises me that they did not anticipate the analysis which the song received in some--ahem, pro-life--circles. Upon discovering that LifeSiteNews featured their song, they wrote a harshly worded letter and asked that the article actually be retracted from the site!

We the members of Mes Aïeux, have read the following article and are in profound disagreement with the interpretation given to our lyrics. We consider that the association of our song with the anti-choice policies on this web-site is akin to moral kidnapping. We are, in fact, and unanimously, pro-choice.

This is simply bad militant journalism, and an infringement of our moral rights.

(See here:

This proves to be an even sadder commentary on Quebecois culture; what appeared to be a bright spot was in reality dimmer than imagined! The conclusion is not that something of the old ways should be recovered or preserved, nor that a woman's unspoken desire to care for a family is something natural; instead it seems that all they are saying is to keep going, keep trudging, keep carrying the past while moving inevitably on into the future. Absolutely no room for hope, it seems.

Finally, in related news-- Pope Benedict XVI is planning a visit to Quebec to coincide with the 400th anniversary of its founding in August 2008. We'll have to wait and see how the Holy Father is received in such an atmosphere.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Mes Aïeux - Dégénération (English Subtitles)

In case anyone missed it, here's the video of the song that Brian Boyd posted on earlier.

Hillary Unveils Health Care Plan

It is valued at approximately $110 billion dollars. America continues to try to be the first country in world history to tax and regulate itself into prosperity. It can be done!

To Valiant Victors

Perhaps this reaction comes a little late, but before it was just too soon. How the mighty have fallen. 38-0? Charlie on the hot seat? Worst football team in school history? Reaction so far has been overblown: the team still should win the month of November. There are larger ramifications at stake here, though. If "Touchdown Jesus" is truly indicative of divine preference for our beloved Irish, what sort of faith crisis might we have on our hands?

Of course, I'm kidding. But in all seriousness, the Rover wishes to join in solidarity with the rest of Irish Nation. This is really getting ugly.


This is old news for those who are vigilant about right-to-life news. But it was powerfully affecting for me to discover, after Rachel and I won the ISI Honors Fellowships and spent a week in Quebec City.

A major theme of the conference in Quebec was what used to be known as "Quebec Exceptionalism" - the belief that God had Providentially arranged that French Canada would be established, so that the faith would be preserved in 'the eldest daughter of the Church' after the horrific French Revolution. And this faith-ordering-society lasted, quite strongly, until the 1960s. Too strongly, critics would say; and the reaction was extreme. As Alasdair MacIntyre explained to me in office hours (how amazing it is to be a Domer!), Quebec and Ireland are two of the most radically anti-clerical places in the world right now, thanks to a rebellion against their long history of Catholicism being closely intertwined with politics.

Enter this song. It topped the charts in Canada all summer, and very much looks like a lament for the virtuous past. Turns out the band is virulently pro-abortion. Yet even though I don't speak any French at all, I'm still haunted by it; both beautiful and tragic at the same time.

Original article here.

Oh those SYRs...

On Friday night, my dorm McGlinn Hall held its first SYR, or "Set-Up (Screw) Your Roommate" dance of the year. SYRs are a time-honored tradition at Notre Dame, a seemingly cruel way to make freshmen socially interact and find a date within the first weeks of school. But, not to make the situation any more awkward than it already is, many freshmen choose to set up their roommates with dates. As a sophomore, it was interesting to remember only a year ago I was experiencing that first SYR-- meeting someone for the first time, engaging in small talk, and then dancing to painfully long R&B songs. But now as a sophomore, I can truly appreciate the unique beauty of the SYR. Where else, for instance, can I dress up as a ninja turtle (the theme was "Under the Sea" and granted the ninja turtles lived in the sewers of New York but it was still an amazing costume)? Or where else, can I dance at the Rock, an athletics facility with a gymnasium reminiscent of what was on the Titantic? And where else can I belt out the lyrics of that great 80s classic, "Total Eclipse of the Heart?" Nowhere else but the SYR.