sorry I didn’t mean to make your day awesome and then bring it back down to normal, but you should read this. I didn’t write it, so your day won’t be so great, but the rebel and the revolution in each of you would love for you to read this article. THIS IS HAPPENING NOW!!
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“And the riot be the ryhme of the unheard.” – Rage Against the Machine
I will post this here instead of Chocolate Soup, because well, I know Russ will read this eventually and I have to give him crap. 
So last night Zach had a staff meeting and it was suppose to be over before 7:30, but I didn’t get a call from Zach until 7:50 saying he was on his way home. He was bringing me dinner and I was starving and looking forward to spending sometime with him. Well, that almost didn’t happen.
He walks in the door and tells me: “Log into my email. I just got off the phone with Russ and the draft is going on right now.” Uh….what? Last I knew there weren’t enough people for the league and now we are drafting? And for once I didn’t want to be on the computer I wanted to sit downstairs and eat and watch TV or something, but nooooo, Russ had other plans for my evening.
Thus, fantasy hockey drafting began and what was amazing is I helped Zach, we talked and had fun. It was way more enjoyable than the football draft a few weeks ago, where we hardly talked and I was pissed the whole time. So, Russ, you might have started my night off on the wrong foot, but no grudges…….it was a great evening. And I enjoyed the chatting. But two questions…..why aren’t there any girls in your league? Don’t you like girls? Why wasn’t I invited? I might have joined……and I know a pretty big hockey fan (Susie), who might have enjoyed as well. Hmmm…
Oh, and I think you should help me with my fantasy football, Zach is well……you’ve seen his scores.
Ron posted a great story last week on his blog. When you have a few minutes you should check it out.
Also, I’ve posted a link to the story under stories, but I was thinking. If we want to be able to Share writings like this, but don’t want people to add to them. You can add them to your blog or here and let me know and we can create a new page for writings. These could be stories, poems, essays. Pretty much whatever. Let me know what you think.
Two new categories added: Stories and Writings.
I haven’t had anything particularly interesting to write lately–life seems to just continue rolling along and I feel like I’ve been a rather apathetic participant these last few months. Tonight, however, woke me slightly from my muted state. In case you’re not up on the current presidential campaign and such, Dartmouth hosted (this evening) a Democratic Presidential Candidate debate in our humble Spaulding Auditorium, the same location where I watched “Saved” and “Chicken Run” with 200+ undergrads. Although news about and preparations for the debate has/have been everywhere for the last few weeks, even today, things around town were rather calm.
Sure, I woke to the sounds of honking and cheering (the Obama people were hunkered on all corners in town with the “Honk if you support Obama” signs). And, one corner of the green (where the undergrads normally sunbathe between classes, run around a flaming bonfire at homecoming and build a giant snow sculpture for winter carnival) was covered with news trucks, not to mention dozens of spotlights. And there were huge and intimidating secret service SUVs all over the place (they’re rather obvious with DC plates and huge rammer-front thingies on their bumpers). But in general, everything was rather subdued. Normally, I’d be all over trying to photograph such a circus, but one of my students had the honor of being the student press representative for Dartmouth and asked to borrow my camera. I sent him off with my baby and said a few small prayers that I’d see it again (I did have a nightmare last night where he annoyed the wrong candidate and some secret service agent smashed my camera to bits–he has a habit of pushing everyone’s buttons)… Yes, perhaps I’ve been in a rut.
But to get on with my story, after several hours in lab, I went for a jog then decided to grab some dinner before going back to work. Pizza sounded swell, so I headed over to Ramuntos, our little brick and brew pizza place. The debate had just started, so I figured I’d be able to slip in and grab food, dash back to lab, then listen to the candidates while I ate.
As I cruised onto Main St (yes, it is just 1.5 blocks long), I got a smile from the ladies on the corner wearing sandwich boards saying, “Draft Gore!” As I waited for the light to change, I bent over to pet the darling chocolate labs sitting next to me–unfortunately, I hadn’t looked up at their owners till after I got a grumbling reprimand– apparently, you’re not supposed to pet the bomb pups. Whoops!
And, no one warned me that my pizza place was temporarily the homebase for “Clinton Country”. I hadn’t factored in to the equation the fact that essentially none of the campaign volunteers had been awarded a ticket to the debate or even a space in the over-flow viewing gymnasium. As such, each camp had found one local establishment in which they could hunker down for the evening. As the only person (besides the waitstaff) in the building without a Hillary shirt, I must have stuck out like a sore thumb. Admittedly, she’s not my favorite of the candidates, so being surrounded by a cheering Clinton crowd was a bit intimidating.
But my tummy was grumbling, so I decided to brave the crowd. Fortunately, when you live in a small town for long enough, you can’t help but frequent the same 7 restaurants, and eventually, those establishments can’t help but get to know you. Across the sea of munching volunteers and over the elevated din caused by the live (and amplified) debate coverage, one of the pizza dudes hollered across for my order. Suddenly, I had a craving for ziti rather than pizza. He looked a bit worried, but declared he’d find a way to get me my pasta.
It hadn’t dawned on me till I saw his expression that I was causing even more chaos with my order. But suddenly, I had a newfound appreciation for life in my small community. As I mentioned, I’ve been in a bit of a rut lately. Research has been going, well, backward progress-wise, and although I love getting to know all the new students who have moved into the dorm, and absolutely adore getting to see all of my former students again and hear about their summer adventures, I’ve been feeling rather done with Dartmouth. Kinda like senioritis, feeling “done” with a place just makes everything require more energy than normal. Reverse enzymatics. Anti-synergism. However you want to put it.
Somehow, watching the debate coverage of Hanover on my laptop, and being surrounded by outsiders in our small town, I suddenly felt a profound affection for this odd little place. It’s still funny to think, but I’ve rather grown up here and I’ve accumulated a lot of history here too. As anxious as I am to be gone, I guess I should enjoy being here while I still am. Because, of course, as much as I don’t want to admit it, I will miss the great northeast yonder. And it’s all in the little details. Baked ziti, for instance.
Just saying hey. I’m glad we are up and running. Do you guys get emails when something is posted on or commented? I do. Would you like me to forward those? Then you know when to check back here. Just a thought.
Umm…yeah….that’s all I have. Busy week at school. So there.
Oh, and I don’t think you can create categories….let me know. If you’d like more categories, let me know what they are and I’ll get them created.
~**This is the beginning of what could be the greatest story ever told! Read it and add to it as you see fit!**~
The rain was pouring from the sky harder than it ever had as the two men stood feet away from each other. Staring at each other, neither daring to blink, they were both ready, waiting for the other to make a move. Very few could remember how this aggression and conflict began between the two, but there was no doubt, this is where it had to end. It was unclear who would make the first move but as the rain continued, it seemed that the ducks, who stood beneath the only tree in sight, may be the only ones who would survive this day.
Sorry guys, I honestly had a 636 word count blog. But I just can’t finsish typing the rest. It hurts too much to tell.
I’m sorry truly I’m sorry.
love you all
That’s right you read it, recipes. I have been thinking lately since Jenn has resently suggested that I make my own cooking utube videos. Yes it would be slightly entertaining, but I’m not a girl with many orginal recipes. So I would be using the recipes that I have gotten from various place, like all recipes.com or friends. I’m mainly just asking if it would be considered plagiarizing if I used these recipes to share with others. Just a thought. Oh and Jenn don’t get your hopes up for the u-tube thing because I realize my stove in the kitchen isn’t faced in the right direction for me to look into the camera 
Oh the pity!
Well, I’m hoping to get a conversation started. We’ll see how this goes. I’m about to get off topic, but…..in my class we’ve been discussing how hard online discussions can be to keep going, but how they are one of the most important parts to online learning. Hmmm……so I guess here at Mixed-Up Minds, we are learning about other people. Some of us know each other, some of us don’t, but we are all connected…..that leads me to if there is anyone you’d like to add to the group, I’m open to expanding our horizons. Would probably make it all more fun.
Anyway, back to my real point. I’ve recently found an old classmate on myspace. Someone, who in middle school, I really truly disliked. For a variety of reasons…..she was popular, had all the boys, had money, sat in front of me and shared my birthday (where she would always get flowers and such and I would get nothing). Later, the end of our senior year, we ended up working together and I really ended up liking her. We even sat next to each other at graduation. Now, we’ve run into each other again and it got me to thinking.
Zach and I had a similar experience, of me not liking him at first.
So, are first impressions really as important as we are led to believe?
Hello all! I’ve missed you.
In getting Mixed-Up Minds back together, I want it to be a place where we can trash talk (about fantasy of course), share stories we’ve written and maybe write a few together, post interesting photos we’ve taken, discuss the new or weather, talk about a new book or idea……the basic idea is interaction.
I know we all get busy, so I understand if this isn’t top priority, but I enjoyed it last time and am hoping we can all check in at least once every two weeks or so ( and if you know me, you know I’ll be here every day).
Let’s Blog!!
