Popular sentiment holds that UCSD students are a bunch of boring individuals who spend too much time cooped up studying in the library and not enough time at the beach.

I know this because I am a self-professed library nerd — except I never do work, I just waste my time writing e-mails and checking up on the latest gossip spreading around Hollywood. I know this is not completetly true, though; I have proof of it. Two words: Dynes Posse.

You see, I feel the Dynes Posse, these mysterious individuals who creep in the shadows of the night to put pictures of Chancellor Robert C. Dynes around campus, are completely underrated and unappreciated. I also feel that they inject a certain level of glamour into a campus that is highly devoid of it.

I have taken it upon myself to spread the gospel of the Dynes Posse even though I don’t really know who they are or, more specifically, what their purpose is. But in an era in which numerous faceless ads infiltrate classroom walls, isn’t it comforting that a group of strangers is making sure that we know that Dynes is always there when we need him? Nevermind that his mug is predominantly on trash cans — I think Dynes should feel honored that some students have taken it upon themselves to make him more of a “”mini celebrity”” than he already is.

Of course, some students may wish for supermodel Giselle’s voluptuous curves to be posted all over campus instead, but Dynes (as our all-powerful, if unseen presence on campus) is a pretty decent replacement. And it may be true that the Dynes Posse cannot do justice to the man’s excellent features (OK, so I have a little crush on him), but they do a pretty damn good job attempting it.

A few readers may be asking themselves, “”What the hell is she talking about? Who is the Dynes Posse?”” I’ll tell you, you naive individuals. The Dynes Posse are why I know God exists. They don’t take themselves too seriously, they aren’t enormously self-promoting and better yet, they don’t try to recruit members shamelessly. If that’s not Mother Teresa-like, I don’t know what is.

I know they must like their anonymity, but I have taken it upon myself to proclaim to the world that I am madly in love with them. They are exciting, they take risks (they could be arrested for vandalism by the UCSD police department for God’s sake!) and they are excellent at sprucing up rather boring concrete walls. (Imagine what they could do for Geisel’s decor.)

I have even gone so far as to try to recruit members for the “”Dynes Posse Fan Club”” (of course, once we hit it big, we’ll have to pick a more original name), but they’ve all declined. They say they don’t understand what’s so great about a bunch of hooligans who deface public property. Obviously, they’re the individuals I was referring to in the beginning of this column. They also say that Dynes is probably irritated (not flattered as I suggest) by all the attention he is getting from the group and psychotic individuals like me.

Being the stubborn Capricorn that I am, (does anyone know Dynes’ sign, by the way?) I refuse to be shattered by their ridiculous criticism and have taken it upon myself to start a one-woman campaign to support the Dynes Posse (whoever these gorgeous hooligans are) and draft a proposal to make them the official mascots of UCSD (I’m sorry folks, but we’re tarnishing our reputation with the association with “”The Little Mermaid”” — The Triton has got to go.) After all, the posse represents UCSD’s finest. They’re creative, brave (it’s kind of difficult eluding UCSD’s highly trained police officers) and most of all, they’re doing something even the best public relations firm couldn’t do: increase Dynes’ marketability.

Of course, even my own family members have pointed out that the Dynes Posse, if they even wanted a deranged fan, would prefer someone more modelesque and less Rubenesque. But as their No.1 fan, I’m sure they’ll eventually warm up to me. Hopefully, by then I’ll have at least recruited 10 members of the DPFC (Dynes Posse Fan Club) and participated in at least one excursion with these adventurous artists. One can always hope, right?