Posted by pamthenomad on Sep. 29, 07 | 0 COMMENTS
An email I received on Friday from the ND health services started out like this, â€œOur records show that you have not met all the mandatory immunization requirements for the State of Indiana. Please reply to this email so that we can tell you specifically what you are missing.
If you do not meet the state requirements, there will be a hold placed on your student account.â€
Half way through the email I started laughing so loud that my office mates asked if I was ok. I am one of probably only a handful of students at ND that checks her immunization record yearly for far more immunizations than required by the state of Indiana. My â€œyellow cardâ€ not only has extensions added to it deal with all of the immunizations I have had since birth, but it resides in an envelope that lays out which series are complete and when I need my next immunization for certain diseases. At ND I have to get my malaria prophylactic prescription from the travel nurse; she now knows me by name and has stopped checking to make sure my immunizations are up to date.
The email ended, â€œIf you feel you have received this email in error, please email us.â€
Yes, I thought I had received the email in error and rapidly shot off a response to that end. However, it seems that they never got notification that I had updated my tetanus immunization three years ago, and needed the documentation. Tetanus vaccines are good for 10 yearsâ€¦unless your wound is a â€œdirty wound,â€ at which point it expires after 7 years. Needless to say, I stick by the 7 year requirement and so was 3 years ahead of Indiana requirements. I guess I should be thankful that the good olâ€™ state of Indiana, in combination with ND, are trying to stay on top of one aspect of my healthâ€¦
Posted by pamthenomad on Sep. 24, 07 | 1 COMMENT
The light at the end of the tunnel is in sight. After more than four years here, I have a date for the defense of my dissertation. If all goes well, the last major hurdle to being done will be completed the afternoon of December 7.
Posted by pamthenomad on Sep. 24, 07 | 2 COMMENTS
Posted by pamthenomad on Sep. 17, 07 | 0 COMMENTS
As I left my office this morning to relocate for a few hours of work elsewhere (ok…where the coffee is plentiful and the large windows look onto a lawn rather than the law school), I made a poor choice: I left during the change of classes. You would think that as I am in year five here, I would have learned better. My excuse is that it is Monday morning and it was “pre-coffee”.
The main classroom building is on one side of my building and most of the dorms are located on the other side of my building; the change of classes finds a steady stream of people in either direction. Attempting to cross this stream of people requires careful examination of the situation as you have to make sure that the timing will be right to make it all the way across not just part way; attempting to get students to stop or make way for you is like trying to dam a raging river with a pebble. Honest. Every time this happens I think of Frogger, that beautifully simplistic game from the early 80′s. If you need a break today, you should play a game of Frogger and use your imagination to replace the various obstacles with ND students carrying books, flirting with their neighbors, and talking on cell phones.
Posted by pamthenomad on Sep. 17, 07 | 0 COMMENTS
Why is it that when we get dressed up, tradition says that the men put on more clothing and women put on less? I believe that it is one of the great ironies of life.
Saturday was the coldest day we have had here this summer / early fall; it was also the day of a friendâ€™s wedding. The men put on their multi-layer suits and we women put on our one-layer dresses. They got socks and shoes and we got high heels and exposed toes. And thus the day began.
The bride was stunning, the groom handsome. We celebrated with much food, drink, and dance.
Then we hurried to the car in 40-something degree F, not C, weather with our one-layer dresses seeming to laugh at us as they flapped in the breeze.
Yes, fall is hereâ€¦
Posted by pamthenomad on Sep. 07, 07 | 0 COMMENTS
Starbucks…in theory, I do not support Starbucks. In reality they supply me with my Tazo Awake Tea with steamed milk in it on a regular basis while I am on campus. Someday I will write about my favorite independent coffee shop in town. Until then, one thing I love about Starbucks: the quotes that they place on the side of their (disposable) coffee cups called “The Way I See It.” Some of these quotes are worth keeping, including the one from yesterday’s tea that is still sitting on my desk…
The Way I See It #284
“You can’t lead the people, if you don’t love the people. You can’t save the people, if you don’t serve the people.” –Cornel West, University professor, Princeton University
Posted by pamthenomad on Sep. 06, 07 | 0 COMMENTS
A drum circle is any group of people playing (usually) hand-drums and percussion in a circle. Other instruments and dance can also be incorporated into the drum circle. They are distinct from a drumming group or troupe in that the drum circle is an end in itself rather than preparation for a performance. They can range in size from a handful of players to circles with thousands of participants.
In order to work to complete my ND football experience, one of my girls invited me to the pre-game Friday midnight drum circle. I imagined some of the drummers from the band sitting on one of the quads (think big green lawn) letting the rhythms build into the cool night air. My conscious mind knew that this was wishful thinking, but my subconscious dreamed of an African drum circle building energy through the night.
What actually happened?
SR arrived at the steps of the main building at 11:15pm to save us a â€˜seat.â€™ RH and I arrived by 11:35pm to find that SR was, literally, standing on the outside part of the steps of the main buildingâ€”a cement ledge about a foot wide. People behind her and in front of her, but true to her word, there was space for all three of us to stand after being helped up by a rather large man. By the time that the entire drum line of the ND marching band showed up at midnight, there were probably more than 2,000 people gathered on the steps and the lawn, and ND security had to work to clear a circle for them. What followed was 30 minutes of ND cheers mixed in with drum circle improve. The drum line was a circle; it was a swarming, dancing group of percussionist. The crowd sang, clapped, and made all the motions of the traditional songs; they cheered the drum circle and soloists. Through it all, the energy built, and I could not help but be swept up in the moment with the crowd.
African drum circle? No.
A cultural experience? Yes.
Would I recommend it? Definitely.
Posted by pamthenomad on Sep. 02, 07 | 1 COMMENT
Over two years ago I took a quilt design and modified it fairly significantly. Since then I have been working (very much on and off) on the quilt. All the pieces are now appliquÃ©d, and last night I spent the time to iron them and arrange them as the design did not dictate the exact location of each square. Before I pile them in order to be sewn together, I took a picture. Here it is.
In case you are wondering why it has taken me so long to get the squares done, my philosophy on hobbies is that they should not be a burden and drag me down, so I indulge when I feel like it moving from one project to another with at least five going at any one time. They generally, eventually, get done with me having enjoyed myself along the way. Sometimes they are born from an urge, a need, to create. Sometimes they are born as I work through frustration, anger, joy, disappointment, or elation. Some of these hobbies, or â€˜creationsâ€™, come together fast, and others take much time. Some are not good enough or too personal to share, others are for sharing and for gifting to others. Though I am not an artist, these creations are very much a piece of where I am, so some will be shared here. As for this quilt, Iâ€™m sure pictures will appear as it slowly continues to come together.