Legends Never Die

Sometimes when I’m down and out, and feeling sad, I take a look at this picture, and I immediately know that everything is going to be alright. The reassuring wink, the gentle yet playful mustache—it will melt you troubles away, like a warm quilt and cup of tea on a cold winter’s day.

Preserving Dartmouth's Traditions

In case The Dartmouth chooses not to publish my piece, at least someone will read it here:

Last week's news of the Moosilauke Advisory Committee's suggestion to replace the Mount Moosilauke Ravine Lodge ("MAC advises Lodge at Moosilauke be replaced," July 15) should inspire cautious alarm among Dartmouth undergraduates, alums, and even prospectives.

Since 1938 the lodge has served as the spiritual center of the College, a sanctuary of sorts. Constructed by student volunteers and local backwoods loggers from spruce trees harvested on site, the lodge was at one time the largest log structure in the state of New Hampshire with beams measuring 33 inches around and up to 60 feet long.

It was conceived as a ski center that helped maintain the Dartmouth Alpine Team's national recognition for its excellence, servicing skiers including the first American great, Dick Durrance, '39. In the 1950s as American skiing experienced its first widespread popularity and more commercialized resorts emerged, the lodge fell into wintertime disuse and was not resurrected until the early '70s as the more year-round community oriented site we cherish today.

Since that time incoming freshmen from around the girdled earth have been introduced to the Dartmouth community and its many traditions at the Moosilauke Ravine Lodge. As formative an experience as running 106 times around the Homecoming bonfire was, all of us were first initiated into the Dartmouth lore over an afternoon of dancing the Salty Dog Rag on the lodge's lawn, an evening of square dancing with Everett while looking over our shoulders for Doc Benton, and breakfast of Green Eggs and Ham in the Great Hall. These activities were then and are now special in their own right; but experiencing them in the historic Ravine Lodge, with its impossibly rustic charm, as generations before us did, make them all the more special. Dartmouth is a unique place with a plethora of history and continued tradition. It's part of what first attracted me to the College and what continues to make me so interested in its current affairs even as an alumnus.

Log structures require their own special care. Beams rot and fire is always a threat. But the MAC's suggestion that "We can't cling to this building because of its tradition and its place in all of our hearts" is ludicrous. This is exactly why we must cling to it. As a Spanish major I spent endless hours in Dartmouth Hall, a building itself slightly older than the Ravine Lodge. Compared with other academic buildings, Dartmouth Hall is terribly outdated. There are no elevators for handicapped access, bathrooms are scarce, and classrooms are small and lack the technology we take for granted in other buildings. But no one, myself included, recommends that Dartmouth Hall be replaced. The notion that "The Lodge, now almost 70 years old, was originally built to last between 35 and 50 years" is equally unfounded. Hitchcock and New Hampshire Halls --both of which predate the lodge by two decades-- were not torn down in the last two years, but were extensively renovated precisely because of their historic architecture and important place on campus and among the Dartmouth mindset. If the Ravine Lodge has cracked logs, seal them; if there is rot, replace it. An appropriate renovation by a preservation architect would best suit the Ravine Lodge and those who love it.

As an incoming freshman, the Ravine Lodge seemed to honor the wonderful rural qualities of the College; as a trip leader my senior year, it was a way to remember what separated Dartmouth from other places and celebrate what President Dickey called a "Sense of Place" with new members who would soon bleed equally green. As I return to Hanover next month as a DMS student and convene with other first years at the Lodge, it'll be the timeless centerpiece of yet another set of new beginnings, memories, continued traditions, and new friends.

Matthew Weiss, D '06, DMS '12

Dark Knight = ALT



Once again, this website has opened my eyes to a whole new world, this time viewing Batman from the point of view of a whiny kid wearing a fedora, converses, too-tight jeans and flannel in July (sweating = ALT)

Summer of Yes



Last summer, our teacher-friend Casey embarked on a remarkable journey we fondly called the Summer of Yes. Simply put, Casey would say yes to any activity anyone asked him to attend. After a few beach trips, some day-drinking and at least one public citation, Casey successfully completed the SoY.

To the casual observer, he seemed no worse for wear, and after another year of edumucating some bright-eyed Harlemites, I assumed Mr. McK would be ready for another go-around. When questioned, however, he was more anxious than I would have expected. It seemed like the season prior had taken its toll mentally and physically, forcing him to resort to a Summer of Probably.

As a man who lives vicariously through his friends (Hi Conor!), I deemed this response unacceptable. Attached is a trailer of an upcoming Jim Carrey movie that will hopefully fan the flames of affirmatives in Casey's decision-making. Sometimes even teachers need a refresher course now and then.

OK this is getting ridiculous



Faithful AMDAL readers may remember when I posted this haiku dedicated to Natalie Portman, aka: the love of my life. Well apparently she's still with that ALT-singer bro (name / band unknown). To add insult to injury, Natalie can be seen starring in the fake-Bollywood mini-film opposite her beau. Keep in mind this is the same actor who won a Golden Globe / was nominated for an Oscar for her role as a stripper. All life is suffering.

Hitting it big

Hey guys - wanted to let every one know that Cowden's modeling career is finally taking off. We made the investment to do a beach shoot down in Honduras three weeks ago, and it's already paying off-- generating a huge amount of buzz... and not just in the local garifuna communities*. Thought I'd put up a sneak peak.. Josh Pence you can't touch this!




God bless America!

* http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/data/2001/09/01/html/ft_20010901.6.html

The Hipster Must Die



When Christie told me I would like the Hipster Runoff I was kind of mad. Last time I checked I'm not much of a hipster. I don't live in Brooklyn. When I think of Alt, my mind darts to the land of drag-down menus and keyboard shortcuts. But to be honest, I pretty much dig this website. Its got several things I like:

1) Random abbreviations (eg: Kyeut AZN of the Day)
2) The love of Kute Azns
3) Neon

The whole website really feels like one big joke. I can picture a me-like figure sitting at his cubicle writing about stuff that would make Hank puke, just to make Hank puke.

PS: Coincidentally, Albert suggested that I troll around Brooklyn in hopes of picking up chicks. Apparently that's my type.

Fortune of the Day*



"You need to recharge. Spend time alone in nature."

Moto Polo

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Live from Rwanda

First post here on AMDAL for me. Seven of us have flown to Rwanda for two months to build a hydro-power system in a rural village without electricity. If you're care about our project, check out RwandaHydro. Nucci or I will be posting every once in a while whenever shit gets real or ridiculous enough that someone else cares to read about it. Now is one of those times.

Ben Koons and I headed back from our paved road and electricity free village to Kigali on Thursday for a meeting with a Sam, who owns a company that provides solar lighting for people off the grid in Rwanda. When we showed up for the meeting, there were several other guys there. When they called the meeting to order, it turned out it was to discuss the details of a motorcycle polo match. The premise of this game is to hire eight motorcycle-taxi drivers and play 4 v 4 polo on a soccer field. Drivers are required to have a BAC of at least .15%, and those on the wining team receive heavy bonuses.

The two main forms of transportation in this country are Mutatus (death-taxi minibuses crammed with 20 people), and motorcycle taxis. The streets around Kigali are crowded with thousands of moto-taxis, and it never takes more than 30 seconds to find one. To hire a moto taxi requires around 80 cents and a complete surrendering of responsibility for your life as they weave through the center lane of traffic, blow through stop signs and lights, and occasionally crash.



The founding board has already reserved the soccer pitch, hired carpenters to produce mallets, and secured unknowing but crazy drivers for tomorrow’s match. According to the sport’s conceptual founder, the idea is to merge first world neo-colonial aristocratic sports with third world transportation. Wikipedia reports that moto-polo was first tried in 1911, repeated once in 1938, and not attempted again until now. These original matches featured players in sidecars, but we’ll be stuck on the back of small, two-strokers, confined to using one hand for forehand and backhand shots with croquette mallets. The game is played with a traditional ball made out of grass, I’m told this works but I haven’t seen one yet.

A team from Doctors Without Borders will be providing the trainer services for the match. Video of the match will go up on Youtube early next week. Sponsorship inquiries should be sent to matt@uomb.org.

Alternative names to the website v3.0



underthemattress.blogspot.com
recessionsareforpussies.blogspot.com
alum.dartmouth.blogspot.com
thefoggymonocleisabetter.blogspot.com
ineedaniphonesoicanremotely.blogspot.com
whywouldanyonelivein.blogspot.com/hoboken
placesishouldprobablygo.blogspot.com/williamsburg



Source: Picture courtesy of Devin

Fortune of the Day*



Welcome to a new installment that I'll probably forget to update. Below is the Fortune of the Day*:

If you promise someone something, keep it.

Lucky Numbers 11, 13, 24, 32, 34, 38



*Regularity will vary significantly depending on days I order chinese, level of worthwhile fortunes and my general attitude

Friday Jams

Cool track off the eponymous new album by Sam Sparro. Good stuff.



Also Black & Gold. Blam.

I am Ted Furgeson's left elbowpad



After a week of late nights, an unsuccessful attempt acquiring the new iphone, and a weekend of exciting plans ahead (Jeans to work tomorrow yay!), this is about how I feel.

The Price is Wrong B*tch...8 of the Least Competent People to Grace Bob Barker's* Stage

you know Bob Barker had an Adam Sandler-shaped punching bag backstage to handle situations of this nature.



* note - not Drew Carey
* subnote - okay...one Drew Carey clip.
* subnotesubsubnote - the unappreciative contestant has sparked an ire I have never felt before.

Virtual penpal relationships



Little did you know, I moonlight for the NY Times

Estelle ft. Kanye - "American Boy"



While not as American as that $50 McDonald's run this weekend, I think the video here is pretty appropriate. Plus I like British accents.

America, F___ yea



Fourth of July might be my favorite holiday. Its summer so everyone is generally happy and tan. Fireworks and beers. No work. The 4th should also be a time to reflect what makes this nation special. Below are the top 5 reasons I love America. I encourage all 3 of you AMDAL readers to make a similar list. Then burn it, per Homeland Security's request

5) MTV Jams
4) Celebrity blogs
3) The ability to comprehend the following phrases:
"Net, net at the end of the day"
"Sickies"
2) American consumption in the face of blatant stagflation (eg: 3G Iphone, here I come)
1) Tila Tequila