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Holy Schnikees, Chris Farley!

I find it hard to believe that Chris Farley departed this world almost twenty years ago.  I don’t think any one has ever made me laugh as much as Farley did.  Whether or not it was SNL, Tommy Boy, or on the floor of the House of Representatives, Farley never failed to bring out painful, gut-wrenching laughter from me.

After all, who else could have produced such an immortal exclamation as “Holy Schnikees!”

I knew during his life that he was a daily Mass Catholic.  I’d forgotten this, however, and this article reminded me not only of Farley’s brilliance but also of his deep humanity.

Whatever demons afflicted him, he did his best to make the world just a bit better than it deserved.

God bless you, Chris.  RIP.

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From the article:

Like when Farley had just moved into a new apartment in New York and asked his ordained friend to come bless it.

Foley was walking around the apartment sprinkling holy water when he turned around and saw Farley following him, his hands folded like an altar server, quietly reciting the Hail Mary and Our Father prayers to himself.

“He was completely serious, but it cracked me up because it was just the two of us there and he looked so funny with his hands folded,” Foley remembered. “But he was dead serious, and there was a tenderness in his face. It was a beautiful thing.”

http://www.dailyherald.com/article/20150801/news/150809920/

Why Neil Peart, Part I

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Why Neil Peart?

[Be forewarned, this is a serious essay that leads to an advertisement.  Proceed at your own risk!!!!]

IMG_1619 R40 Tour. Rush in Lincoln.

A year ago, I had the great privilege of reading a fine history of Rush: Robert Freedman’s RUSH: LIFE LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF EXCELLENCE.  It was a very satisfying read, and, as I finished it, I sighed to myself. . . “I wish I’d written this.”  I don’t think my reaction was one of hubris, but rather one of joy.  I was glad to see Peart taken so seriously at an intellectual level.  All too often, even in a culture that can go utterly ga-ga over the most trivial things, Americans still tend to dismiss rock music as a fad or rock musicians as a low form of artist.

For those of us who love prog and art rock, we cringe at such…

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Do I Deserve Hazing? My first academic paper on Tolkien, 1988

In the fall of 1988, I returned to the University of Notre Dame after having spent my sophomore year (July 1987-July 1988) at the University of Innsbruck, Austria.  When I saw that a famous Platonist in the philosophy department was teaching a course on “Philosophy and Fantasy,” I jumped on it.  This probably proved my strongest academic paper in college–for better or worse–and my professor gave me a low A and allowed me to read to the entire class.  I was one in three who got to do so.  A serious honor at the time.  There’s little doubt that my first book, J.R.R. Tolkien’s SANCTIFYING MYTH (2002), started here.

Two warnings:  1) it’s no great paper; and 2) my English had not returned to normal.  I kept ending my sentences with verbs!

fall 1988 JRRT paper at ND Birzer