Mixed

Mixed is the past tense of mix. It may also refer to:

  • Mixed breed, an animal whose parents are from different breeds or species
  • Mixed anomaly, in theoretical physics, an example of an anomaly
  • Mixed data sampling, an econometric model developed by Ghysels
  • Mixed Doubles (play), a play that was first performed
  • Mixed drink, see cocktail
  • Mixed feelings, ambivalence
  • Mixed forest, see Temperate broadleaf and mixed forests
  • Mixed gauge, see Dual gauge
  • Mixed government, a form of government that integrated facets of democracy, oligarchy, and monarchy
  • Mixed inhibition, a combination of two different types of reversible enzyme inhibition
  • Mixed language, a language that arises when two languages are in contact
  • Mixed Martial Arts, a combat sport in which two competitors use different martial arts for fighting
  • Mixed media, in visual art, refers to an artwork in the making of which more than one medium has been employed.
  • Mixed metaphor, see Metaphor (language)
  • Mixed oxide fuel, see Nuclear reprocessing
  • Mixed reality, the merging of real world and virtual worlds
  • Mixed spices, a common sweet blend of spices
  • Mixed strategy, used in game theory economics
  • Mixtape, a home-made compilation of songs
  • Multiracial, a person who is of multiple races.

Famous quotes containing the word mixed:

    I’ll wager that it was impossible after we got mixed together to tell an anti from a suffragist by her clothes. There might have been a difference, though, in the expression of the faces and the shape of the heads.
    Susan B. Anthony (1820–1906)

    Mrs. Finney: Can’t we have some peace in this house, even on New Year’s Eve?
    Sadie: You got it mixed up with Christmas. New Year’s Eve is when people go back to killing each other.
    Joseph L. Mankiewicz (1909–1993)

    But oh, not the hills of Habersham,
    And oh, not the valleys of Hall
    Avail: I am fain for to water the plain.
    Downward, the voices of Duty call—
    Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main,
    The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn,
    And a myriad flowers mortally yearn,
    And the lordly main from beyond the plain
    Calls o’er the hills of Habersham,
    Calls through the valleys of Hall.
    Sidney Lanier (1842–1881)