Thursday Night Research Articles

Bowl of Fruit

Bowl of Fruit Shannon McLeod (bio) It’s ten after seven at Thursday night life drawing, and I’m the only one to show up. Besides the model: a man, probably mid-sixties, wearing a brown robe and a knee brace. Many of the students have already left campus for winter break. There was a snowstorm last night, and they haven’t finished clearing the roads yet. I’m frantically texting my friend, the real artist, who invited me here, “Where are you?” I’ve done life drawing and painting several times before, but the model has always been a woman. I didn’t know there were men willing to volunteer this level of vulnerability. “Welp, I guess we’ll get started,” the model says. He sounds like the middle management type who likes to make friends with his employees. Like he wants to be relatable but also for you to notice his car is way better than yours. I think, how has a guy like this ended up in a robe with a stranger who doesn’t plan to sleep with him on a Thursday night? And then he’s naked. I wriggle down in my chair, hiding behind my easel, and open my box of drawing utensils. I begin with pencil. His first pose is with one foot on the seat of a chair and one hand on his waist. I make wide stokes for the most prominent lines, as my drawing teacher instructed me years ago. But then my eyes go where I feel they shouldn’t. Suddenly my pencil is too fine-tipped, insisting on too much detail. I switch to charcoal. Clear my throat. “So, um, what happened to your knee?” There’s nothing else for me to go off of in terms of a conversation starter besides his knee brace. He begins talking about tennis. He lifts his arm and motions with his hand. “Oh,” and puts it back down. “I’d better not talk tennis or I’ll gesticulate.” “Excuse me?” I squeak. The door opens and it’s Christine. We whisper for some reason as she tells me her usual parking space has been used as a place to pile snow. I cut our conversation short, feeling it [End Page 167] rude. Then I remember how easily I’d drawn the last model as though she’d been a bowl of fruit. I smudge the charcoal around his crotch and notice his pubic hair is graying. A moment from a ’90s Adam Sandler movie pops into my head, when Adam Sandler is saying “old balls” in a comical voice. I move up to his face, switch back to pencil and work on his eyes, but now Adam Sandler won’t get out of my head, and he keeps repeating, “old balls,” “old balls,” “old balls.” ________ I remember the first life drawing session I attended my freshman year. The model stood beside a platform and we encircled her with our sketch pads. She held the posture of someone who hadn’t done this before. My professor brought a chair on the platform and set it with its back to me. A group of eighteen-year-old boys lined up in front of the chair where the model would sit. The professor sat on the chair to demonstrate the pose she should hold first. He spread his Wrangler legs and held his face to one side. The model climbed the platform naked and mimicked him. When she spread her legs I saw, over her shoulder, the boys’ eyes widen and then quickly squint. I’d previously liked my professor, who asked us to call him Bill. Then I wasn’t so sure. ________ I glance at Christine. Her eyes flick back and forth between his body and the paper. She holds her charcoal like a dart. The image on her paper is starting to look like him. I return my focus to my own sketch pad and fill in the scenery—ceiling tiles, the crumpled cloth on the floor, the bolts that hold the plastic seat to the metal legs of the chair. No one else shows up. After class, the man dresses...

Thursday Night Lights: The Story of a Black High School in Texas

Book Review| October 01 2018 Thursday Night Lights: The Story of a Black High School in Texas Hurd, Michael. Thursday Night Lights: The Story of a Black High School in Texas. Austin: University of Texas Press, 2017. Pp. 248. Index and illustrations. $24.95, hb. Joshua Butler Joshua Butler Abraham Baldwin Agricultural College Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google Journal of Sport History (2018) 45 (3): 377–379. https://doi.org/10.5406/jsporthistory.45.3.0377 Cite Icon Cite Share Icon Share Facebook Twitter LinkedIn MailTo Permissions Search Site Citation Joshua Butler; Thursday Night Lights: The Story of a Black High School in Texas. Journal of Sport History 1 January 2018; 45 (3): 377–379. doi: https://doi.org/10.5406/jsporthistory.45.3.0377 Download citation file: Zotero Reference Manager EasyBib Bookends Mendeley Papers EndNote RefWorks BibTex toolbar search Search Dropdown Menu toolbar search search input Search input auto suggest filter your search All Scholarly Publishing CollectiveUniversity of Illinois PressJournal of Sport History Search Advanced Search The text of this article is only available as a PDF. Copyright 2018 by the Board of Trustees of the University of Illinois2018 Article PDF first page preview Close Modal You do not currently have access to this content.

Helen More's Suicide

Feminist Studies 44, no. 1. © 2018 by Olga Zilberbourg 95 Olga Zilberbourg Helen More’s Suicide My retired colleague Marguerite called to tell me of Helen More’s suicide. “Of all the sad, ludicrous things people do to themselves!” She invited me over. “Thursday night, as usual. I could use the company of younger people.” It had been about a year since I’d first been invited to these Thursdays —monthly literary and musical soirees Marguerite hosted in her living room. Helen had been a regular at Marguerite’s for several decades; the two women were close contemporaries and each a celebrity in her own field. Helen was scholar of the English Romantics at the same university where Marguerite had taught Flaubert, Zola, and Balzac, and where I was now a junior faculty member in the English department. I’d heard of Professor More long before I met her: she lectured at the university from the 1960s until being forced into retirement in 2006 ostensibly due to age. She had a reputation as a militant feminist who eagerly engaged in battles about appointments and promotions, and her politics could have had something to do with it. “Are they sure it was a suicide?” In person Helen was a quiet, reticent woman with a sly, sarcastic sense of humor, and the idea that she might’ve committed suicide seemed outlandish. Vague murder scenarios floated in my mind. A disgruntled student? A male professor, passed over for promotion years ago and blaming her for his career failure? 96 Olga Zilberbourg “Yes, quite. The details are unpleasant, but do you know what she wrote in her suicide note?” “Of course she left a note.” “She said, ‘Thanks for the trip. Love to all.’” I couldn’t help laughing. “Yet when you think that having written that, she took all those pills and put a plastic bag over her head,” Marguerite’s voice broke. “Anyway, it’s not a conversation to have over the telephone. Do come over.” On Thursday afternoon, having collected the student papers after the last exam of the semester, I took the subway down to Greenwich Village . Marguerite lived on a third floor walkup, in a wonderfully spacious and tall-ceilinged apartment that back in the 1970s she and her husband had converted from a pillow factory. Since her husband’s death ten years earlier, the apartment had slowly turned into a trap for Marguerite. She suffered from arthritis in her hands, shoulders, and knees, and walking up and down the stairs became a nearly impossible exercise. She ventured out once or twice a week with the assistance of a visiting nurse. The place could easily fetch three or four million dollars, and Marguerite could use the money. Yet she was reluctant to sell. “I’d rather go without bread than without my piano and my books,” she insisted. A feeling of reverence and trepidation caught my breath as I climbed the stairs to Marguerite’s apartment. One never knew what kind of celebrity of the arts or music world could show up on any given Thursday. In her lifetime, Marguerite had known everyone, from Sartre and de Beauvoir to Picasso and Chagall. In the last few years the circle of her acquaintances seemed to dwindle, and yet still world-renowned musicians, poets, playwrights sometimes appeared among the circle of her former colleagues and students. I rang the doorbell and waited for several minutes as Marguerite crept to the door. “I’m afraid you’re my only guest tonight,” she said through the door, struggling with the lock and the knob. Finally, she pushed the door open. “Several people cancelled because of the end of the semester, and then of course, there’s the funeral. But come in, come in—we’ll talk of that later.” Marguerite led me into the living room, heavily shaded from the street and dimly lit with two floor lamps. Decorated with musical instruments, piles of books on the floor and on the low tables, and bright Olga Zilberbourg 97 modernist watercolors on the walls, the room seemed to belong to a royal palace, a vast, untouchable space. Usually Helen or one of Marguerite ’s...

Helen More's Suicide

Feminist Studies 44, no. 1. © 2018 by Olga Zilberbourg 95 Olga Zilberbourg Helen More’s Suicide My retired colleague Marguerite called to tell me of Helen More’s suicide. “Of all the sad, ludicrous things people do to themselves!” She invited me over. “Thursday night, as usual. I could use the company of younger people.” It had been about a year since I’d first been invited to these Thursdays —monthly literary and musical soirees Marguerite hosted in her living room. Helen had been a regular at Marguerite’s for several decades; the two women were close contemporaries and each a celebrity in her own field. Helen was scholar of the English Romantics at the same university where Marguerite had taught Flaubert, Zola, and Balzac, and where I was now a junior faculty member in the English department. I’d heard of Professor More long before I met her: she lectured at the university from the 1960s until being forced into retirement in 2006 ostensibly due to age. She had a reputation as a militant feminist who eagerly engaged in battles about appointments and promotions, and her politics could have had something to do with it. “Are they sure it was a suicide?” In person Helen was a quiet, reticent woman with a sly, sarcastic sense of humor, and the idea that she might’ve committed suicide seemed outlandish. Vague murder scenarios floated in my mind. A disgruntled student? A male professor, passed over for promotion years ago and blaming her for his career failure? 96 Olga Zilberbourg “Yes, quite. The details are unpleasant, but do you know what she wrote in her suicide note?” “Of course she left a note.” “She said, ‘Thanks for the trip. Love to all.’” I couldn’t help laughing. “Yet when you think that having written that, she took all those pills and put a plastic bag over her head,” Marguerite’s voice broke. “Anyway, it’s not a conversation to have over the telephone. Do come over.” On Thursday afternoon, having collected the student papers after the last exam of the semester, I took the subway down to Greenwich Village . Marguerite lived on a third floor walkup, in a wonderfully spacious and tall-ceilinged apartment that back in the 1970s she and her husband had converted from a pillow factory. Since her husband’s death ten years earlier, the apartment had slowly turned into a trap for Marguerite. She suffered from arthritis in her hands, shoulders, and knees, and walking up and down the stairs became a nearly impossible exercise. She ventured out once or twice a week with the assistance of a visiting nurse. The place could easily fetch three or four million dollars, and Marguerite could use the money. Yet she was reluctant to sell. “I’d rather go without bread than without my piano and my books,” she insisted. A feeling of reverence and trepidation caught my breath as I climbed the stairs to Marguerite’s apartment. One never knew what kind of celebrity of the arts or music world could show up on any given Thursday. In her lifetime, Marguerite had known everyone, from Sartre and de Beauvoir to Picasso and Chagall. In the last few years the circle of her acquaintances seemed to dwindle, and yet still world-renowned musicians, poets, playwrights sometimes appeared among the circle of her former colleagues and students. I rang the doorbell and waited for several minutes as Marguerite crept to the door. “I’m afraid you’re my only guest tonight,” she said through the door, struggling with the lock and the knob. Finally, she pushed the door open. “Several people cancelled because of the end of the semester, and then of course, there’s the funeral. But come in, come in—we’ll talk of that later.” Marguerite led me into the living room, heavily shaded from the street and dimly lit with two floor lamps. Decorated with musical instruments, piles of books on the floor and on the low tables, and bright Olga Zilberbourg 97 modernist watercolors on the walls, the room seemed to belong to a royal palace, a vast, untouchable space. Usually Helen or one of Marguerite ’s...

Thursday Night Lights: The Story of Black High School Football in Texas by Michael Hurd

Thursday Night Lights: The Story of Black High School Football in Texas by Michael Hurd

Thursday Night Lights: The Story of Black High School Football in Texas by Michael Hurd

Thursday Night Lights: The Story of Black High School Football in Texas by Michael Hurd

PENGUATAN PENDIDIKAN AGAMA ISLAM MELALUI HAFALAN FURUDHUL AINIYAH DI SMP NURUL JADID PAITON

This research is intended to search and information about the strengthening of Islamic religious education (PAI) through the recitation of furudhul Ainiyah which is carried out in Nurul Jadid Paiton Junior High School. The method of this research is by qualitative method with case study method, to express. That is more intense and deep with the above phenomenon. Technique of completion of data and information is done through interview, observation, study study, and literature study. The findings of this research are 1). Students or students are required to complete the recitation of Furudhul Ainiyah as a condition to take the odd semester and even semester exam and become a requirement for class and graduation increase. 2). the implementation of the furudhul Ainiyah memorization is performed on Thursday and Friday nights and Tuesday nights, and can also be done during normal day breaks, 3). The responsible and recipient of the rote deposit are PAI teachers and their homeroom teachers, 4). For students and students who can not read written Al-qur'an is not subject to rote burden, but get special coaching related to Al-Qur'an reading written by the religious coordinator of students. 5). Memory materials include Aqidah, Fiqih or Amaliyah materials, and daily prayers for students of VII and VIII semerter 1 and 2, while for classes IX semesters 1 and 2 cover the material of the Qur'an and Fiqh. 6). (a). Principal, (b). Vice Principal of the curriculum section, (c). Coordinator of students' religious activities, (d). Teacher / teacher of PAI, (e). Homeroom, (e). Student religious coordinator, (f). Student.

Support work‐life balance to help staff avoid burnout

“If you can take a vacation, then they don't need you,” my father told me over the table as we ate dinner one Thursday night. His comment mirrored the strong work ethic that he has demonstrated his entire life, a model that I, as a first‐born, Type‐A child, have tried to emulate but have found difficult to do.

PENGUATAN PENDIDIKAN AGAMA ISLAM MELALUI HAFALAN FURUDHUL AINIYAH DI SMP NURUL JADID PAITON

This research is intended to search and information about the strengthening of Islamic religious education (PAI) through the recitation of furudhul Ainiyah which is carried out in Nurul Jadid Paiton Junior High School. The method of this research is by qualitative method with case study method, to express. That is more intense and deep with the above phenomenon. Technique of completion of data and information is done through interview, observation, study study, and literature study. The findings of this research are 1). Students or students are required to complete the recitation of Furudhul Ainiyah as a condition to take the odd semester and even semester exam and become a requirement for class and graduation increase. 2). the implementation of the furudhul Ainiyah memorization is performed on Thursday and Friday nights and Tuesday nights, and can also be done during normal day breaks, 3). The responsible and recipient of the rote deposit are PAI teachers and their homeroom teachers, 4). For students and students who can not read written Al-qur'an is not subject to rote burden, but get special coaching related to Al-Qur'an reading written by the religious coordinator of students. 5). Memory materials include Aqidah, Fiqih or Amaliyah materials, and daily prayers for students of VII and VIII semerter 1 and 2, while for classes IX semesters 1 and 2 cover the material of the Qur'an and Fiqh. 6). (a). Principal, (b). Vice Principal of the curriculum section, (c). Coordinator of students' religious activities, (d). Teacher / teacher of PAI, (e). Homeroom, (e). Student religious coordinator, (f). Student.

IRIBAN DALAM EKONOMI KAMPUNGAN Studi Kasus di Desa Jambu, Mlonggo, Jepara

Among villagers of Jambu, in Mlonggo subdistrict of Jepara regency, there is iriban activity that has become a tradition in their daily lives. This routine includes neighborhood meeting on the date of 15th and 30th, participated by men and women as members of the neighborhood association (Rukun Tetangga); the other activities are only participated by the men such as dhiba'an or berjanjen held every Sunday evening, the manaqiban held on the date of 11th and 27th as well as tahlilan held every Thursday night. Iriban activity has become a tradition that is carried out from generation to generation. Yhe reason for the implementation of iriban tradition is to draw the spirit and sympathy of the people to participate in social activities. The implementation of iriban philosophy includes some elements, such as paguyuban (gemeinschaft) and patembayan (gesselschaft) concepts, reciprocity, exchange theory, and togetherness.

SmartStart: Results of a large point of entry study into preloading alcohol and associated behaviours

BackgroundThere is a growing trend of preloading with alcohol before entering entertainment districts. It is claimed that this occurs to save money and that preloading may be a good indicator of harmful drinking and risk taking behaviours more generally. No study has collected data from a large sample as the participants entered entertainment districts and measured blood alcohol concentration (BAC) levels and self-reported drinking and risk taking behaviours in a systematic way. MethodsIn this research, police and academics worked together to gauge the breadth and depth of preloading behaviours. In all, 3039 people completed a questionnaire and were breathalysed as they entered entertainment districts in Queensland, Australia. Of those, 2751 represented people from Brisbane and this data, collected every Thursday night to Sunday morning during the warm months, was analysed. ResultsMore than 79% of people reported to preload and 71% returned a BAC greater than zero, both with little difference between the genders. Of preloaders, the mean BAC was 0.071, with ‘to socialise with friends’ being the primary reason given for preloading. Increasing preloading BAC was related to increasing risk taking and antisocial behaviours, as well as alcohol abuse and dependence. Older people entering entertainment districts had more accurate estimates of their BAC, yet 20% of our sample did not understand how the BAC system worked. Conducting the research was associated with a higher access rate to police and a lower arrest rate in the areas of data collection in comparison to the same nights 1year earlier. ConclusionPreloading is widespread and involves moderate to heavy drinking in the Australian population visiting entertainment districts. Any interventions to curb drinking behaviours and reduce violence in night time entertainment districts need to involve approaches aimed at cultural phenomena, such as preloading behaviours.

Professor Dr Jamaluddin Atiyyah

On Thursday night, 12 January 2017 (15 Rabiul Akhir 1438), Professor Jamaluddin Atiyyah passed away at the age of 89. He possessed the mind and intellect of a great servant of the Ummah and of the contemporary Muslim world. We deeply mourn the demise of this great leader. The passing of this great man evokes the Prophetic tradition: “God does not take away knowledge by taking it away from the hearts of the people, but He takes it away by the death of the religious learned man.”

Catastrophic flash flood triggered by an extreme rainfall event in El Rodeo village, January 2014. Northwestern Pampean Ranges of Argentina

ABSTRACTFlash floods occur periodically in the hilly areas of Argentina, but since they generally occur at inhabited areas, these are rarely registered. Several factors contribute to the occurrence of flash floods: heavy seasonal rains, rugged topography and geological structures. On Thursday night, 23 January 2014 an extreme rainfall event, took place in El Rodeo, Catamarca Province, triggering an unexpected flash flood. This flood caused 14 fatalities and great economic losses in the main localities of the Ambato Department. Steep slope gradients facilitated the quick drainage of the precipitated volumes. Water, boulders and debris channeled downstream caused severe stream bank erosion and major damage to houses roads and bridges. This paper presents a morphometric analysis in order to determine some geomorphic characteristics of the Ambato River basin, together with a preliminary analysis of the flood hazard potentially damaging to inhabitants and infrastructure to downstream villages. The study was carried out using high-resolution satellite data acquired before and after the event. The drainage networks were derived from Aster GDEM V2 and satellite images.

Arrival by ambulance explains variation in mortality by time of admission: retrospective study of admissions to hospital following emergency department attendance in England

BackgroundStudies finding higher mortality rates for patients admitted to hospital at weekends rely on routine administrative data to adjust for risk of death, but these data may not adequately capture...

Bowling with My Dad.

Bowling with My Dad.

The Drive to Read: Freud, Oedipus and Ishiguro’s The Unconsoled

Inevitably, as readers, we encounter a text we don’t fully comprehend. Consider Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Unconsoled, for example. This book, though lengthy, is not particularly difficult to read, and its relatively straightforward plot is easy to recount – Ryder, a renowned pianist, arrives at a city in crisis somewhere in central Europe, where, in a few days’ time, he will give a recital upon which the future of the city depends. What the members of the audience hear on that Thursday night will either restore their faith in their aesthetic judgement, and their belief in their society as a whole, or else will reveal to them their regressive nature. Ryder, having mislaid his schedule, and afraid to lose face before those who idolize him, will bluff and brazen his way through engagements for which he is unprepared, or even misses altogether, as he is constantly diverted from his itinerary by private matters – and yet, though this brief retelling of the novel suggests a fairly engaged reading, it does not necessarily mean understanding it. This is because the world of The Unconsoled is marked by a bizarrely surreal nature which disorients and unsettles. Riddled throughout with peculiarities, the text confronts the reader with three especially inexplicable characteristics, all of which are evident even in the first chapter. The first is Ryder’s lack of certain knowledge, which has him entering a hotel on the book’s first page knowing nothing of the details of the days ahead (though he has a faint recollection of that mislaid schedule). 1 The second remarkable feature is the apparent distortion of time and space: people appear where previously there were none, 2 and buildings many miles apart suddenly adjoin each other, or reveal themselves to be, in fact, the same building. Finally, despite the firstperson narration, Ryder often provides us with information to which he could not be expected to have access, as if seeing through disembodied eyes. 3

What Harry Taught Me

For a butcher, Harry was a classic dresser in the traditional European sense. He was in his late forties when we met and was just a kid. Harry had been in Australia for only a handful of years when we began working together in 1965. He was the first Latvian I'd ever met and he captivated me with his style and old fashioned mannerisms. He was so different Mike, a fourth-generation Australian and the shop manager, and nothing at all like Frank, a little Cockney bloke who spent most of his time on the counter, charming the ladies with his rhyming slang and clever use of language. Dick and Terry were the backroom butchers, both a couple of knock-abouts, more likely to read a newspaper than a novel. Harry always wore a crisp white shirt with a black bow tie under his white butcher's coat and striped apron. His jet black hair was slicked down and he had a pencil-line moustache that looked as though it had been drawn on. was fifteen and a half but I'd never seen anyone who looked like Harry, except perhaps in a black and white movie. He had a really heavy accent and within minutes of meeting me nicknamed me Sviveldash.I asked him why he chose to call me that. What did it mean?Don' vurry vai, he said, from now on, yoo are Sviveldash, en zat iz all zere iz to it. Now get mi a rump en za clin tray Sviveldash. Don' muk aroun. tri to tich yoo sumsing.Mike had told me earlier that afternoon that was to be Harry's gofer. It was only on Thursday nights that Harry and would work together, during a preliminary introduction to late-night shopping in outer suburban Adelaide. worked for Turner's Butchers at the Clovercrest Shopping Centre in Modbury, a newly developed suburb of mainly first-home buyers with double-income households, but with quite a few pram pushers too. The trial proved to be a great success and Turner's was as busy as a tin full of worms every Thursday night. There were six of us working the shop through the week but on that one night we had another seven butchers working the floor until nine o'clock. Turner's had around a dozen shops scattered around Adelaide and the extra blokes would come in by six a variety of different locations. A couple of them would always stop off and belt a few quick pints down before arriving, often lobbing in a little unsteady on their feet. And the peppermints they chewed on gave them right away. Behind the counter with a few beers under their belt, their chatter with the ladies sometimes got overly risque, their innuendo far too strong. After a few weeks, one young woman's husband arced up and Mike had to tell both blokes to pull up on their drinking or they'd be off the roster. Harry laughed his head off when he heard Mike had given them a serve. He said, Zay are clowns. Hev no respek for anysmg or anyvun. Moments later he told me, I alvays vait til get home en zen hev mi Vodka. Meeting people like Harry sure made me think about how different my culture was his. …

SCL 20th Annual Conference Report 2015 The Liturgy: It is Right and Just

SCL 20th Annual Conference Report 2015 The Liturgy:It is Right and Just Christopher Carstens (bio) The Society for Catholic Liturgy’s 20th annual conference was held from Thursday October 1 through Saturday October 3 in New York City. Entitled “The Liturgy: It is Right and Just,” the conference included presentations, discussion, and workshops on matters of liturgical language and translation, the virtue of religion, social justice, and appropriate art, architecture, and music for the liturgy. Archbishop Salvatore Cordileone (San Francisco) delivered the keynote address, “We are Bound to give Thanks to God Always: Liturgy that is Right and Just” on Thursday night, October 1, at the Union League Club to nearly 50 participants. Friday began with Mass in the Extraordinary Form of the Roman Rite celebrated by Archbishop Cordileone at the Basilica of St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral, the site of all conference liturgies. Assisting at the Pontifical High Mass was the Basilica’s Schola Cantorum. Dr. Michon Matthieson opened the conference presentations at the Sheen Center for Thought and Culture with her presentation, “The Divine Liturgy: ‘The justice of Christ become fruitful’.” The day’s remaining presentations included Fr. Thomas Buffer, “The American Liturgical Movement, Social Justice, and Liturgical Change;” Fr. Innocent Smith, O.P., “Misericordiam et judicium cantabo: Liturgical Prayer and the Theology of Mercy in Thomas Aquinas;” Fr. Uwe Michael Lang, “Eucharistic Origins Revisited;” Christopher Owens, “Just Worship: The Necessity of Divine Revelation for Perfection in the Virtue of Religion;” Fr. Nicholas Zientarski, “Lumen Christi: Christ, Candles, and the Dignity of the Catholic Liturgy;” Fr. Daniel Cardó, S.C.V., “The Crucifix and the Altar.” Presentations for the Pastoral Track were from Dr. Jennifer Donelson, “Tone Deaf Priests: A Figment of the Imagination? A Guide to Achieving a Fully-Sung Liturgy in the [End Page 356] Parish;” Dr. Denis McNamara, “From Brown Brick to Jeweled Walls: Building the Council’s Heavenly Vision;” and Jonathan Ryan, “Encouraging the Young Organist.” Following the day’s presentations, SCL members gathered for the annual business meeting. The first significant agendum was the election of three new members: Fr. Paul J. Keller, O.P., Fr. G. Pierre Ingram, and Dr. Michon Matthiesen. Outgoing members were Michael Foley (President), Anthony Lilles, and Denis McNamara. Both remain on the board as ex-officio members: Dr. Foley as past president and Dr. Lilles as 2016 Conference Organizer. The new Board convened shortly after this meeting and selected Dr. Jennifer Donelson as Vice-president/Treasurer to serve alongside incoming President Dino Marcantonio. As Vice-president and Treasurer, Dino Marcantonio anticipated the Society’s 501(c)3 application for tax-exempt status to be received and confirmed in the near future. Fr. Michael Lang, the Editor of Antiphon, expressed his very favorable opinion of Sheridan Press, which had recently been engaged to print and distribute the Society’s journal. Dr. Jennifer Donelson reported ongoing progress on the Society’s website and Facebook page. To conclude the meeting, Dr. Foley announced the 2016 Conference, “Liturgy and the New Evangelization” would take place in Los Angeles, principally at the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels. Archbishop Cordileone presided at Vespers in the Extraordinary Form. Dinner followed, and the day’s events concluded. Mass according to the Ordinary Form of the Roman Rite began the following day at the Basilica of St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral, with the choir from St. Joseph Seminary, Dunwoodie. Saturday’s plenary address, “Gregorian Chant as Dignus et Justus,” was offered by Dr. William Mahrt at the Sheen Center. Subsequent presentations were given by Dr. Robert Fastiggi, “The Ontological Basis for the Rightness of the Eucharistic Sacrifice according to the French Oratorian, Chalres de Condren (1588–1641);” Fr. Joseph Previtali, “Thomas Aquinas on the Justice of the Liturgy: The Virtue of Religion;” Fr. Paul Keller, O.P., “Zeal for Your House Consumes Me: Embracing the Asceticism of the Liturgy of the Hours;” Fr. Brian Kromholtz, O.P., “It is Right to Mourn;” Taylor Bartlette, “The Liturgy’s Role in the Development of Virtue;” Christopher Carstens, “The Language of Man, of the Trinity, and of the Liturgy: The Right Consonance of the [End Page 357] Word;” Brandon Otto, “The Debt of Glory and...

The company they keep: drinking group attitudes and male bar aggression.

The purpose of this study was to assess (a) similarities in self-reported bar-aggression-related attitudes and behaviors among members of young male groups recruited on their way to bars and (b) group-level variables associated with individual members' self-reported likelihood of perpetrating physical bar aggression in the past year, controlling for individual attitudes. Young, male, natural drinking groups recruited on their way to a bar district Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights (n = 167, 53 groups) completed an online survey that measured whether they had perpetrated physical aggression at a bar in the past year and constructs associated with bar aggression, including attitudes toward male bar aggression and frequency of heavy episodic drinking in the past year. Intraclass correlations and chi-square tests demonstrated significant within-group similarity on bar-aggression-related attitudes and behaviors (ps < .01). Hierarchical linear modeling revealed that group attitudes toward bar aggression were significantly associated with individuals' likelihood of perpetrating physical bar aggression, controlling for individual attitudes (p < .01); however, the link between group heavy episodic drinking and self-reported bar aggression was nonsignificant in the full model. This study suggests that the most important group influence on young men's bar aggression is the attitudes of other group members. These attitudes were associated with group members' likelihood of engaging in bar aggression over and above individuals' own attitudes. A better understanding of how group attitudes and behavior affect the behavior of individual group members is needed to inform aggression-prevention programming.

Resilience, Lived Scholarship, and Sustainable Life

THE BROAD, GLASS WINDOWS of a hotel's meeting room held back the darkness of a Thursday night before the Annual Meeting. Gathered around a seminar-style table, members of the AAR's Task Force on Sustainability1 greeted one another and began moving through the evening's agenda. The furrowed brow of one member communicated our mutual bewilderment over item number two. “You're telling us,” he said, “that every schedule poster placed on those little easels outside all the session rooms is made of corn starch instead of foam board?” “That's right,” Robert Puckett answered, “all of them—completely compostable.” Every Task Force member had published on religions and ecology and many were notable scholarly leaders in the field.2 Each of us had experience in service-activism on our campuses, within the AAR, or through local and international organizations. Despite this, we reeled every time Aislinn Jones, Robert Puckett, and Kyle Cole3 explained one more step the AAR could take for planetary health. We felt the shock of global consequences of climate change as John O'Keefe or Bella Mukonyora shared about their research and field-work in Africa. Could our scholarly lives simply continue as they had before? Could the AAR? What counted as scholarly work? Did research and action for a more sustainable world only fit the academic bin called service? Who would offer new models and adaptations?