So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
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
De La Terre à la Lune (ip)
In the Light of What We Know
Devil in the White City
The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August
How to Be a Good Wife
A Mote in God's Eye
want to read: Last Hunger Games Book, Honeybee Democracy, The Bell Jar
The River Weser
Tuesday. 5.27.08 9:05 pm
The sun was already well along its downward arc as we sped along the banks of the River Weser, passing the round, white shapes of the naked Germans amid the grass. It was Bremen, so there was no need to chain our bicycles; we just parked them next to a bench and shed our over-clothing. In the spirit of adventure in foreign lands, Gina shed her top and leaped quickly into the murky, neck-deep water. Jeff and I had been planning this trip for a while- we wanted to swim out to the little island in the middle of the Weser, perhaps to found a new island kingdom. The water had more duck waste in it than we were expecting, and the sharp corners of the invasive zebra mussels cut into our feet near the banks. We donned our flip-flops for protection and set out for the island, ducks swimming past us curiously. The river became deep and cold, but still we paddled on, awkward in our protective footgear.
We reached the island and Jeff and I ran ashore. Gina was hesitant. She hadn't realized that we were going to explore the island... she'd expected to have her toplessness confined to the safety of the water. But not one to miss out on an adventure and too far to swim back, she wrapped her thin brown arms about herself and scurried after us. She looked like a wild thing, loping about with her arms protectively around her body and her leopard-print swim-suit bottoms. The island was hardly an island at all, as the water permeated all of the soil and pooled at the roots of the trees. The underbrush was impenetrable in most places and the sun struggled to shine through the brambled canopy. Not exactly the best place to establish a new kingdom, especially considering the amount of bird excrement lying about. Plus, Gina was starting to shiver.
So alas, we returned to the river, startling the wildfowl. We swam about for a bit longer and then returned to shore, somewhat loathe to return our scummy bodies to our clean, dry clothes. But for Gina, who hurried back into her swimming suit top, we stayed as we were. We rode quite unabashedly back into town in the golden light of afternoon in our swimming gear with our towels around our necks, a picture of summer.
Turns out that Jeff is one of the ~8 new grad students coming next year to our department! What are the odds?
Monday. 5.26.08 11:17 pm
My Car is Fixed
Saturday. 5.24.08 1:44 am
My car is fixed. Click this ::link:: to hear how my car sounds now.
Oh, what, it sounds like nothing?
Yes, well, that is how my car sounds too. Like nothing. Brilliant.
My car has been returned to stealth mode.
Friday. 5.23.08 9:31 am
::Sorry. The entry was simply unfinished. I have to figure out how to change that passworded message::
Tonight is the ball. Will I make it to the ball?
I haven't got a dress! Alack!
I haven't got a date! Alack!
Ahh... last year I had a dress and a date*. A dashing young Johns Hopkins graduate with a master's degree in international relations, working in Washington DC, and about to become an officer in the Army. Sounds like the 40s! And the dress!
This year I'll just have to get sloshed and dance the foxtrot with a bunch of drunken alums. And by that I mean stand shyly at the edge of the dance floor until I get tired and take off my shoes and sit in a chair for the rest of the evening, watching old alums doing the foxtrot. I'll probably wear the same dress as last year. Who am I trying to impress?
*ok, so he was a friend from high school up to visit for the weekend. Same thing.
Wednesday. 5.21.08 9:59 pm
So I got my car registered (finally). Because I'd never had it registered in my name after my parents sold it to me, I had to pay tax. To RHODE ISLAND. Who had absolutely nothing to do with the sale of this car. And since they technically sold it to me in 2006, I had to pay a LATE FEE on the tax. Well, the late fee was only like $3.50, but still. And I had to pay in cash, so I had to run to the ATM, which charged me $2.75 for not being my ATM. But it doesn't matter, because Sovereign Bank, the best bank EVER, pays me back for that stuff.
Then they told me that this means I MUST get a Rhode Island driver's license within the next 30 days or face citation. They're turning me into one of them! Noo!!! I couldn't get a license because I can't find my Social Security card. I have no idea where it is. So I went to the Social Security Administration downtown and applied for a duplicate. The guy was really nice.
So then they said I had to get the car emissions tested in the next five business days. Which probably means I have to fix the exhaust problem I've been having (Not me, the car) (ok, me too, but mostly the car.) But the last time I went to Midas they scolded me for having a broken hood latch, and I didn't really feel like returning more than 6 months later not having fixed it. So I decided I had to fix my hood latch. Plus I realized that the emissions test was also a safety test, and I doubted they would pass me on the safety test if they knew I had my hood bungee-corded down. All I needed was to move the hood latch <2mm. I could move it 1mm, which made the hood stick up more dangerously than before, as it was resting on the latch.
I sat deep in thought, imagining who in the department was stronger than I. Not an easy task, given the way I consistently exaggerate my own strength in my mind. I don't need a man to open my jars. I open other people jars, for heaven's sake. But then it struck me. Why, the Welshman, of course. He's been going to the gym nigh twice a day. I needed a brauny Welshman.
I emailed the Welshman and he was available, and I drove my car over. I left it for less than five minutes and when I re-emerged, Welshman in tow, I had a PARKING TICKET. This is because I'd parked somewhere on this street sometime this morning when I ran in to do some things, and then parked here again many hours later to run to get the Welshman. MEANING THAT MY PARKING TICKET WAS A HUGE SHAM! I said this very loudly, knowing that the parking attendent was several cars down, and that he probably SAW me PARKING THE CAR a few minutes ago... but to no avail. Goodbye, $20.
The Welshman fixed my hood latch. Not through braun, as it turned out, but with ingenuity. All I needed was an ingenious, brauny Welshman. Good thing there was one handy.
Tomorrow I will venture out to get my exhaust system fixed and my car emissions/safety checked. Then I will wipe the rest of the mold, algae, and dirty water out of my trunk, vacuum the floors and seats, wash the body, and get my driver's license. I may actually get to work sometime on Friday. Currently I've just been popping into work at random times of the day in full view of my advisor and leaving some projects lying about looking like they're in the middle of being done, emailing people at random times from home, and thus far everyone in my office assumes I'm in the computer lab and everyone in the computer lab thinks I'm in my office.
I may be in the library, no one could know. (I was at the library today, but it was the public library, getting the sequel to "The City of Ember")
I may be at home doing laundry. (I was)
I may be eating Spaghetti-Os and baking cookies. (I was)
I could be in the other building, doing work in the other computer lab. (I definitely wasn't)
Truth be told, I've ignored my real life for the entire semester, so I can ignore work for a couple days while I catch up on the last five months of my life.
Only the Welshman can know the truth. And all of you, dear readers.
Wednesday. 5.21.08 4:33 pm
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