A ship may be safe in the harbor, but that's not what ships are for.
Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him
Location Cherry Hills Vil, CO
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The Link To Zanzibar's Past
This is my page in the beloved art community that my sister got me into:
Extra points for people who know what Samarinda is.
The Phases of the Moon Module
The Tree and the Telephone Pole
I Do Not Know Their Names
Today I am Young
A Night Poem
Siren of the Sea
If I Were a Dragon
To the Dreamers Leave the Sky
The Honor of the Oyster
Return From San Diego
A Late Summer's Night
Of Dragons and Men
The Edge of the World
The Snake's Terror
Metaphysics and the Middaymoon
Of Adventures in Foreign Lands
The Rogue Wave: The Unedited Version
Adventures in the PRC
Voyage of Discovery
Drinking the Blood of Goats
Ticket for a Phantom Bus
Os peixes nadam o mar
Three Villages Far Away
The River Weser
Children I Should Have Kidnapped, Part I
Let's Get You Out of Those Clothes
If Underwear Could Speak
Croc Hunter/Combat Wombat
Only My Favorite Baseball Player EVER
Aw, Larry Walker, how I loved thee.
M: Science and Exploration
T: Cook a nice dinner
Th: Parties, movies, dinners
F: Picnics, the Louvre
S: Read books, go for walks, PARKOUR
Su: Philosophy, Religion
The Reading List
This list starts Summer 2006
A Crocodile on the Sandbank
Tales of the Alhambra (in progress)
Dark Lord of Derkholm
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
The Lost Years of Merlin
Harry Potter a l'ecole des sorciers (in progress)
Atlas Shrugged (in progress)
A Long Way Gone (story of a boy soldier in Sierra Leone- met the author! w00t!)
The Eye of the World: Book One of the Wheel of Time
From Magma to Tephra (in progress)
Lady Chatterley's Lover
Harry Potter 7
The No. 1 Lady's Detective Agency
Introduction to Planetary Volcanism
A Child Called "It"
Is Multi-Culturalism Bad for Women?
Americans in Southeast Asia: Roots of Commitment (in progress)
What's So Great About Christianity?
Aeolian Dust and Dust Deposits
The City of Ember
The People of Sparks
When I was in Cuba, I was a German Shepard
The Golden Compass
Clan of the Cave Bear
The 9/11 Commission Report (2nd time through, graphic novel format this time, ip)
The Incredible Shrinking Man
The Elves of Cintra
The Gypsy Morph
Animorphs #23: The Pretender
Animorphs #25: The Extreme
Animorphs #26: The Attack
A Journey to the Center of the Earth
A Great and Terrible Beauty
The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
To Sir, With Love
Alice in Wonderland
Through the Looking Glass
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
The Hunger Games
Shadows and Strongholds
The Jungle Book
Beatrice and Virgil
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
No One Ever Told Us We Were Defeated
The Name of the Wind
Tao Te Ching
What Paul Meant
Lao Tzu and Taoism
Sand and Sandstones
Lost Christianites: The Battles for Scripture and the Faiths We Never Knew
The Science of God
Great Contemporaries, by Winston Churchill
City of Bones
Around the World in 80 Days, by Jules Verne
Stranger in a Strange Land
The Old Man and the Sea
Flowers for Algernon
Au Bonheur des Ogres
The Road to Serfdom
want to read: Last Hunger Games Book, Honeybee Democracy, The Bell Jar
Thursday. 3.20.08 10:35 pm
To say he woke up would imply that he had ever been asleep, which would be quite a generous overstatement of the truth. Like every other night since they had landed on the sea of Oobleck, his rising was more akin to giving up on sleep than rousing from it. He was no engineer, but the landing vehicle could have done with a significant amount of redesign. He nearly lost his balance when, in his exhausted state, he forgot to continue walking with the landing vehicle as it continued its steady rolling over the Oobleck outside.
He glanced up at his fellow astronaut. She had devised a kind of cocoon that left her hanging horizontally in the center of the hollow sphere, attached to its walls by tight ropes and bungee cords. This worked out fairly well so long as the sphere continued to roll orthogonal to her body, rolling her over and over as if she were rolling over in her sleep. What he couldn't handle about this system was when the ball decided to change direction, rolling the person in the cocoon head over foot. Even constantly rolling about on the floor was preferable to that for him.
He always naturally ended up somewhere near the bottom of the sphere despite the slightly reduced gravity. He climbed up the wall a slight bit to reach the control panel and re-aligned the spin of the sphere with his running track, a thin swatch of rubberized floor that ran all the way around the inside of the module. He noticed that his fellow astronaut had chosen this direction as her preferred rolling direction, probably so that she could sleep through his workout. She had a lot of ingenuity, he had to admit, but almost all of it was used in the service of laziness. He started off running, adding energy to the ambient movement of the ball and speeding its movement across the Oobleck. As long as he was running he could keep the spin from drifting off axis. Ever since before he had left for space exercise had become a central theme in his life. He had been very eager to go adventuring on faraway planets, but he always intended to return to the Earth. If he wanted to return to Earth after such a long time in reduced gravity, he had to keep his heart and bones in excellent shape. Otherwise, upon his return, his heart would be unable to pump his blood against the pull of Earth's gravity, and his weakened bones wouldn't be able to withstand the weight of his own body. He wondered if his colleague ever intended to return to Earth: she had been slacking on her exercise regime since the beginning. Did she want to die here, on this endless ocean of Oobleck? He could imagine her doing it- running one day out over the surface of the Oobleck, then stopping there and looking back at him while the green Oobleck sucked her down.
Like any non-newtonian liquid, Oobleck's viscosity changes depending on how fast you are straining it. If you run quickly, Oobleck is a solid. If you run too slowly, it is a suffocating liquid- you sink slowly and any sharp movements cause you to be trapped in a solid cast of strain-hardened Oobleck.
That was the reason for the design of the spacecraft --any stationary craft would have long ago sunk into the Oobleck-- this hamster ball of a landing module avoided this peril by staying constantly in motion and spreading its weight out on the submerged part of the hemisphere. There must have been some way to design a part of the module that didn't rotate with the spaceship, offering some modicum of peace and stillness.
Then again, they'd never meant for humans to occupy this module for this long, either.
Sunday. 3.16.08 5:09 pm
Well I'm back from the Great Beyond (aka Texas).
I'm hoping the inter-personal relationships of my co-workers will quietly return to status quo ante conference, but we can't always get what we want.
HGIR: I am from Berlin
Me: Oh, I love Berlin!
HGIR: Why do you love Berlin?
Me: Oh, there's so much history there!!
HGIR, morosely: Yes... I know...
Me, in an effort to recoup: You know, like Fredrick the Great!
Sam: I'm always taking pictures of [the Welshman].
The Welshman: Yes, he's always taking pictures of me, especially when I'm in the shower.
Distinguished British Professor who we didn't know was listening: Oh my.
on a teleconference
Mercury Researcher 1: We found another crater with a pit in the middle that looks like a telephone
Mercury Researcher 2: You found another telephone crater?
Mercury Researcher 3: What are they doing there?
Mercury Researcher 4: Maybe they're calling each other.
Friday. 3.7.08 12:16 am
I'd post more Enrique Iglesias music videos here except that they're all pretty racy. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Enrique, not every music video needs to have you practically banging some hot chick in order to get your point across.
Unless that is the point of the music video.
Ah, 12:17am, a little YouTube, a little Enrique Iglesias (Somebody's Me), a little finishing up some work at the office... it's life, you know, life.
I'm leaving tomorrow for Houston so it will be another week of quasi-silence from me.
I will leave with a wise quote from Thalweg:
"I know why french people are so miserable and they're lives are so complicated-- they're always banging each other all the time! When people don't bang each other all the time, life is much more simple."
--After seeing the movie 'Les Chansons D'Amour' which deserves its own entry to truly explore how terrible it was. And by terrible I mean entertaining. And by entertaining, I mean TERRIBLE.
"Je suis beau, jeune et breton.
Je sens la pluie, l'océan et les crêpes au citron"
-Gay high school boy from Brittany, right before banging depressed mid-twenties Parisian guy trying to get over the loss of one of the members of his ménage à trois. No, I did not make that up.
Inside the Ship
Friday. 2.29.08 7:42 pm
So Muffy was wondering what it was like to be inside such a ship. This is sort of what it was like for us...
Thursday. 2.28.08 8:53 pm
In the spring of 2005, I was on the ship the MV Explorer when it was struck by a rogue wave and disabled in the northern Pacific. Here is some video footage of our sister ship, the MV Voyager, which, in a freak coincidence, was similarly disabled in the Mediterranean two weeks after our ship. It is exactly the same model of ship, our weather was worse, and we were farther away from land by several hundred miles. So this footage can give you an idea of what it was like to be inside a ship our size with no engines in a stormy sea....
Cruise Ship Caught In Cyclone - Watch more free videos
Pay special attention to 1:02!
This is me when I used to have curly hair
Sunday. 2.24.08 11:47 am
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