If you’ve got a few minutes, you can take a whirlwind tour of the world’s musical instruments by visiting Grinnell’s World Music Instrument Collection in the Bucksbaum Center for the Arts. There, you’ll find instruments as diverse as the tarka flute from the Andes, the djembe drum from West Africa, the tambura lute from India, and the koto zither from Japan, all in the same room. The World Music Instrument Collection serves the Grinnell community in many ways, and even influences far-flung music enthusiasts, thanks to its extensive online database.
It was so hard to narrow down my favorite Titular Head films to a list of 10, and even harder to rank them. (As my friend Allison put it, "It's like having to chose your favorite child!")
Issue: Spring 2009
Greetings from a Grinnellian who is living in Obamaland. Did you know I live a block from President Obama's Chicago home? It is incredibly thrilling and exciting. You can't imagine!
I eat cookies and I run fast
Hamburger Hill is such a blast
Up that hill and over the top
Oh yeah, man, I just can't stop
Through those trees, don't slow down,
Oh my Lord, what is that sound? Cheering fans I believe I see,
At the top of the hill waving at me.
Down that cliff, blip ... blip ... blip
Watch those other runners slip
Ha, ha, ha, I'm almost there
Don't feel bad, I know it's not fair,
That we're so fast and we're so cool
And we're gonna beat every other school.
In the same strong voice that made him a Washington leader, Senator Bob Dole told local veterans and college community members today about his experiences as a World War II soldier and champion for all who served, young and old.
"Not everyone who served wore a uniform--teachers, nurses, others had to do their job so we could do ours," Dole said.
He also recognized several veterans in the audience whose stories he'd read during his plane trip to Grinnell.
Professor Emeritus of History George Drake '56 has compiled oral histories of several Poweshiek County veterans.
How did she get to Grinnell?
As I sit in my laboratory, the radio plays "Green Grow the Rushes Oh" and I am swept back in an instant to the summer of 1957 when 10 of us wended our way down to the Chiricahua Mountains in Arizona, where we spent eight weeks at the Southwest Research Station as part of our short-lived C-60 biology course. I can see and hear the 10 of us wheeling down the road from a late field trip, headed to the laboratory, and barreling out that song in a high-spirited, if off-key, harmony.
January 29,1989 In my 30 years of preaching, I have never done a sermon on the passage just read, Jesus walking on water. (Mark 6:45-52) Why? One commentator says, "It's a story difficult for modern readers." How's that for understatement! The miracle story of Jesus walking on water is outrageous, certainly not for reasonable people like us who want a perfectly reasonable Christianity. Sure, I can understand walking on water during a typical Iowa winter when, of course, the water is frozen. But to do that in Galilee any time of the year, that's miraculous!