In memory of Stephen Rodrigues


In memoriam of  their son Stephen, the Rodrigues family will be holding a casual-dress “Celebration of Life” service tomorrow, Thursday, July 31st at 6 p.m. in India Point Park. All guests are welcome. 

On Saturday, August 9th at noon, a service will also be held to honor his passing in Rodrigues’ hometown of Encintas, California at Swami’s Beach.

We send our best wishes to Stephen’s friends and family, and will continue to update the community about the charity to which donations can be made in his name. 

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Photos provided by Tom Rodrigues.

Campus laments the passing of student Stephen Rodrigues

Today, the Brown community received news from President Paxson that student Stephen Rodrigues has passed away. Rodrigues, who was on leave from the University and living in Providence, was dedicating his studies to the geological and biological sciences.

BlogDailyHerald extends our deepest sympathies to Rodrigues’ friends and family. We encourage the submission of remembrances and photos of Rodrigues to so that we may publish a memorial in his honor.

In her email, President Paxson reminded the student body that the offices of Counseling and Psychological Services (401-863-3476) and Chaplains and Religious Life (401-863-2344) are always available to provide support to the Brown community. 

In memoriam: Mark St. Louis ’15


In memory of Mark St. Louis ’15, BlogDailyHerald collected memories and reflections from his peers at Brown. See below for the kind remembrances they left.

I first met Mark the fall of 2012 at Friday Sob Opt when I was a new freshman on campus. I have this vivid memory of his teammates making fun of him for playing hard defense against me, even though that’s something I appreciated as a woman playing in a mixed-gender Ultimate game. I didn’t get the chance to know Mark personally after that, and when we met again during finals this past Spring for a game of hotbox, he introduced himself again to me as if we were meeting for the first time. But I noticed him all the time around campus riding his bike, tossing on the green with his teammates, always barefoot. It feels like it was just last week that I was struggling to keep up with Mark on Lincoln Field during our hotbox game. Playing frisbee with Mark was always incredibly fun and exhilarating because of his energy, and I imagine he kept everyone close to him on their toes. Everything about him seemed so bright. I bleed for his teammates, his friends, and of course, his family. I can’t imagine your loss and I hope you heal quickly. I’ll be thinking of you and Mark. 

Ileana Wu 


Mark St. Louis, I’ll never forget the first time we met on December 1st 2011, at an art closing in List – you were wearing a beautiful brown leather jacket and were jaw dropping handsome so when your beautiful soulful eyes walked my way and started speaking to me, I looked around confused for what seemed like a minute because I couldn’t believe that the hottest guy in the room, no most handsome guy I’d ever seen in my 2 years at Brown was talking to me. I immediately fell in love with your name, wit, sincerity, our African and UWC connection and came to cherish those brief awkward but honest, deep/ personal and really caring conversations we had in passing until I graduated. You were a truly sweet sweet boy with a good heart who always brightened up my day and gave me the butterflies without fail, the world is going to miss you, I miss you and deeply regret not taking more time with you. Rest in peace beautiful one- you were cherished. 

- Gladys Ndagire

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Campus mourns passing of Mark St. Louis ’15


Yesterday morning, President Paxson sent out an email recognizing the passing of Mark St. Louis ’15. St. Louis was involved in many facets of campus life, including BrainGate, a project that seeks to create technology to assist individuals living with neurological disorders, and Brown’s Ultimate Frisbee team. We at BlogDH send our best wishes to the St. Louis family and to all who knew Mark.

BlogDailyHerald is taking submissions from loved ones, friends, and family for a memorial to Mark. Please send photos, messages, or artwork to blog(at)browndailyherald(dot)com. We will publish the submissions on our site.

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Last Call: Nate Thomas

As the semester progresses at the speed of light, the senior class is beginning to make peace with that fateful day in May: Commencement. Until the class of 2014 leaves us, BlogDH wants to highlight all the interesting things they’ve been up to. To this end, we’re (re)starting the series Last Call, which features seniors reflecting on their experiences at Brown. Each featured senior will tag another senior for the next installment. Find this year’s other “Last Call” chains here.

Then + Now

Then + Now

People might know me as… Natalio, or “that boy who doesn’t even go here.”

In my time at Brown, I am most proud of… finding out what I really want. Cliché, I know, but Brown is a really distracting place, and everyone wants all of your time. So if you don’t know what you want, you’ll end up doing a lot of things not worth the missed naps.

The best class/professor at Brown is… Health, Hunger, and the Household with Prof. Foster. When you find out what economists really do, it can make you (almost) want to get out of bed at 9 a.m.

Three things you wish you knew freshman year… 1. Saferide On Call will take you literally anywhere, if you know how to work it. 2. Tequilla is NOT your friend. 3. Tempted to repeat #2, but… Complaining is a lot more fun when you do it with people you like, and if you do it loudly in the SciLi Mezz.

What’s one thing you did in your time at Brown that you never saw yourself doing freshman year? When I came to Brown, I swore I would never take a math class ever again. 7 semesters later, I somehow ended up with an Applied Math degree. I also never thought I would take an Africana Studies class, but there’s something about Brown that drives you to take classes relevant to real life, and the department got me hooked after I accidentally showed up to one class.

On a Friday night, you might find yourself… at home, in sweats, watching Netflix with my roomie before I suck it up and trek downtown to forget the week.

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Kelkar ’15 on names


This is the fifth post from our new column highlighting the voices and experiences of students of color on Brown’s campus. In this entry, Krishnanand Kelkar ’15 talks about the significance of his name. He has previously written about interracial dating as a part of this series. Though this will be the last entry in this column for the semester, we plan on continuing it in Fall 2014, so feel free to email if you want to be involved!

That’s not my name,” is something I say often. I always have to correct people on my name—partly because I am a twin, but mostly because very few people here have heard my name before. I cannot tell you how many times I have had to correct teachers and professors calling roll, or how burdensome I feel when someone asks me for my email address (especially over the phone). My name is Krishnanand Kelkar, and I often go by “Kris,” because in the West it’s easier. But I love my full name, all 11 letters! My name has history—it means so much more to me than just a random string of sounds by which to call me.

Just after, you know, life, the second thing my parents gave me was my name. And the name Krishnanand in particular was special. I’m named after my uncle; my dad knew he wanted to give his first-born son the name Krishnanand to honor his brother since he was married. After 12 years and 3 daughters, my dad finally got his boy(s). Born on the same date as my uncle, it was more than fate that I ended up with this name. And, not to toot my own horn, it’s a beautiful name too. It’s uncommon in India because it’s a combination of the two more popular names, Krishna and Anand. Together, my name means the “Bliss of Krishna.” But more importantly, my dad’s name is Anand. My name manages to respect the familial love of the generation that came before me, but also incorporates a special respect for my own father.

This wasn’t an easy name to love. It’s long, and really hard to write in cursive (hello, 3rd grade struggles). And more often than not, when I tell people how to spell it, I get something addressed to “Krishnand” because they assumed the second “A-N” was just me repeating myself for clarity.

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