Life After Politics: Georgetown’s Wonkish Professors

Don't let his role in the North Korean nuclear negotiations, former position as a high-level national security advisor to George W. Bush, or admiring Washington Post profile fool you: Victor Cha is just another run-of-the-mill academic.


The world must understand Israel’s motives

In the aftermath of the recent Israeli operation in Gaza, much of the world has an opinion, but few care to understand why Israel was forced to go to war in the first place.


40 years of 11:15 p.m. Mass

In June of 1968 I finished studies in France and arrived at Georgetown to begin teaching theology. Bill Clinton had graduated from the University earlier that month.


Kennedy Center awed by Aretha

R-E-S-P-E-C-T: Aretha Franklin and the Georgetown “Let Freedom Ring” choir celebrated the life of Martin Luther King Jr. at the Kennedy Center on Monday. The next day Franklin sang at President Barack Obama’s Inauguration.


Chug a-long

With the onset of blustery snow flurries, chafed cheeks, and depressed economic conditions, this drinking columnist, like so many others at this time of year, cannot help but yearn for her home on the shores of Lake Erie. And while not everyone is so fortunate as to hail from the crown jewel of the Rust Belt, all of us put on our underpants on one leg at a time (with the possible exception of Mormons, who, I believe, must actually gird their loins before leaving the house), and we all know that the comforting concept of home is much more than a physical locality. It is a collection of unique intangibles. For me, it means a certain sound, a musical expression dear to my heart, veritable poetic food for the soul: the drinking song.


Goes down hard

I'll let you in on a little secret: she's definitely faking it. It's really illogical to expect anyone to enjoy something that lasts only two seconds and burns like hell. And yet, the sad fact of the matter is that almost every college-aged woman is obsessed with taking shots. While in the midst of the act, every one of them pretended it was the most exhilarating moment of her life, as if God himself had coated her throat with ambrosia, squeezed by angels from the flowers of his celestial garden.


Home brews

There is a five-gallon jug of beer fermenting in my apartment. I also live with six girls and can drink without impunity in my bedroom; in short, I am living every freshman boy’s dream.


Hot live drinks!

Cracked hands, cracked leaves, and now a cracked economy; this autumn is off to a particularly rough start. Add to that the stresses of midterms and a mysterious viral outbreak, and one will come to the rapid conclusion that most Georgetown students could use a little liquid relief—and I ain’t talking about Pepto Bismol. While revenge and fruit salad should be served cold year-round, fall is the perfect season to sample some piping hot potables.



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