Word: soule
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...meditation and discussion in what is called a "day of recollection." A layman leads the once-a-month recollection - in this case it was Art Thelen, a numerary who is also director of the residence. On this day one of the themes Thelen presented for discussion was "the priestly soul" - or living life in the world with the attitude of a priest. "The idea is that we are to be immersed in work and society and to offer this to God," says Anglada, who is a Spaniard. Each member discussed what is going on his life and where he would...
Harry R. Lewis ’68 is Gordon McKay Professor of Computer Science and Harvard College Professor. He served as dean of the College from 1995-2003. This op-ed is based on his forthcoming book, “Excellence Without a Soul: How a Great University Forgot Education” published by PublicAffairs...
...seemed desperate, and I considered taking a leave of absence for spring semester. I started to wonder if Harvard had been the right choice after all. What if I had gone to Smith or Wellesley? How could life have been different? I wouldn’t have sold my soul to The Crimson, wouldn’t have met “him,” wouldn’t have had a Justice TF who never bothered to learn my name. At another college, I might have discovered my talent as a rugby player, majored...
Gnarls Barkley “Crazy” Dir. Robert Hale “Crazy,” the first single from the team of Cee-Lo Green (the soul machine) and DJ Danger Mouse (“The Grey Album”), is so goddamn funky that it reached number one on the UK singles charts in its first week of release…before the single was even sold in stores. Downloads of the song alone outnumbered the sum of sales across all media of the nearest competitor (who was, ironically enough, Morrissey), making history in the process...
...that we hate each other almost as much as the rest of the world hates us—maybe more. When one of us succeeds, the rest of us go berserk. Public congratulations barely conceal private disgust, which turns out to be an even poorer mask for deep, soul-burning jealousy and crippling self-doubt. The distance from “How could she...” to “Why didn’t I...” to “Undeserving slut” is, unfortunately, short and easily traveled...