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Zanzibar
Age. 33
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him
Location Cherry Hills Vil, CO
School. Other
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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:

Samarinda

Extra points for people who know what Samarinda is.
The Phases of the Moon Module
CURRENT MOON
Croc Hunter/Combat Wombat
My hero(s)
Only My Favorite Baseball Player EVER


Aw, Larry Walker, how I loved thee.
The Schedule
M: Science and Exploration
T: Cook a nice dinner
W: PARKOUR!
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
Looking Backwards
Wild Swans
Exodus
1984
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)
Uglies
Pretties
Specials
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"
Pompeii
Is Multi-Culturalism Bad for Women?
Americans in Southeast Asia: Roots of Commitment (in progress)
What's So Great About Christianity?
Aeolian Geomorphology
Aeolian Dust and Dust Deposits
The City of Ember
The People of Sparks
Cube Route
When I was in Cuba, I was a German Shepard
Bound
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
Twilight
Eclipse
New Moon
Breaking Dawn
Armageddon's Children
The Elves of Cintra
The Gypsy Morph
Animorphs #23: The Pretender
Animorphs #25: The Extreme
Animorphs #26: The Attack
Crucial Conversations
A Journey to the Center of the Earth
A Great and Terrible Beauty
The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
Dandelion Wine
To Sir, With Love
London Calling
Watership Down
The Invisible
Alice in Wonderland
Through the Looking Glass
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
The Host
The Hunger Games
Catching Fire
Shadows and Strongholds
The Jungle Book
Beatrice and Virgil
Infidel
Neuromancer
The Help
Flip
Zion Andrews
The Unit
Princess
Quantum Brain
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
No One Ever Told Us We Were Defeated
Delirium
Memento Nora
Robopocalypse
The Name of the Wind
The Terror
Sister
Tao Te Ching
What Paul Meant
Lao Tzu and Taoism
Libyan Sands
Sand and Sandstones
Lost Christianites: The Battles for Scripture and the Faiths We Never Knew
The Science of God
Calculating God
Great Contemporaries, by Winston Churchill
City of Bones
Around the World in 80 Days, by Jules Verne
Divergent
Stranger in a Strange Land
The Old Man and the Sea
Flowers for Algernon
Au Bonheur des Ogres
The Martian
The Road to Serfdom
De La Terre la Lune (ip)
In the Light of What We Know
Devil in the White City
2312
The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August
Red Mars
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 Juanes Module


Juanes just needed his own mod. Who can disagree.
The Art of Surfing
Tuesday. 1.9.07 8:57 am
I just joined an AWESOME site. My sister got me into it.

http://www.deviantart.com

You should go there. The combination of that site and this one have done the impossible... they've caused my surfage of the facebook to decrease drastically. So maybe that's not a step in the right direction, seeing as I'm substituting one kind of surfing for another, but I think it is since I'm substituting stalking for making and appreciating art.

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Sand Dunes on Mars
Monday. 1.8.07 9:17 pm
OOoOoOoOooo it's a picture of Mars!!




A really BIG picture of Mars. Love my job.

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Circus, CSS, and Campbell's Chicken Soup
Sunday. 1.7.07 6:52 pm
Well, the crack that they put in Campbell's Chicken Soup seems to be working its magic against my sickness, because for the first time all day, I feel like a million bucks.

Or maybe it's rocking with full, floor-shaking bass to my new Evanesence CD.

YOU NEVER CALL MY WHEN YOU'RE SOBER
YOU ONLY WANT IT CAUSE IT'S OVER

hmm... who does that remind me of?

HahAHaha, I was reading SoYouWanna Join the Circus? on soyouwanna.com, and this is what is says:

"Animal Caretaker/Trainer. If you're capable of putting a tutu on a cheetah or teaching an elephant to roll over (but can't get a gig with a circus) look into getting a job in porn. Just kidding. Look into getting a job at the zoo, a variety show, or even at an animal obedience school."

Maybe you're wondering why I was reading this particular How-To? Maybe grad school not quite working out for me anymore?

uh... I was looking for "...learn the basics of CSS" ???

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Sick
Friday. 1.5.07 9:24 pm
I'm sick.


I ran into the side of the door.

Twice.

I just pushed crtl+V three times before it worked.

My temperature is 97 degrees, whatever that means.

The day is confusing. I'll just have to sleep this one out.

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Reading
Friday. 1.5.07 6:40 pm
I ended up choosing "I'm much too young (to feel this damn old)" for the defining country song of the moment.

Today I had to square off with my advisor. He thinks I've been making interesting progress on my research, but to be quite honest I had nothing that I believe was anywhere close to being worth publishing. I had found a single interesting crater- and while interesting, one crater does not an Lunar and Planetary Science Conference abstract make. With the abstract deadline on Tuesday and the fact that the two of us hadn't had a meeting since October, I couldn't see how we [I] were [was] going to get ourselves [myself] out of this one.

During our meeting I was pressing him for answers. What should I write? What should I focus on? How should I interpret these things in a safe but assertive manner? He evidently didn't want to talk about that. He wanted to know my opinions on global contraction regimes, on how deep I thought the brittle-ductile transition of the Martian lithosphere to be. He wanted to chat, in that soft, low, calm voice of his, about a comprehensive, all encompassing theory of planetary evolution. Well I'm certainly not going to be submitting that by Tuesday! How irrelevant!!
It occurred to me that he was manipulating the conversation. He's a very complex person, and half the challenge in store for me in being his student (or in any relationship, with anyone, really) is just learning to read him. I relaxed a little and indulged him; he had shifted the control of the meeting from mine to his, but in a kindly way, without aggression. He casually brought up several abstracts and papers that he thought I would find interesting. I did find one interesting... it was a paper he'd written in the early 90s about the very technique I was considering for my crater... only instead of about Mars, his was about the Moon... and instead of one crater, his had closer to 30 craters.

At last he smiled, satisfied with our chat.

"Don't be worried, you don't have to have an abstract to go to the conference," he said. "I've been gone all semester. This is your first LPSC. Just go and have a good time."

I went to my office, where there was a large beautiful hardback picture book with all of the most splendid pictures from the Mars rover mission inside that he'd given me to say thanks for TAing the class last semester while he was gone.

And thus the guillotine blade that had been breathing its cool, impersonal breath upon the nape of my neck disappeared into a kind of rainbow mist, and my body still hasn't had time to physically react to its departure.

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Not Tuesday Afternoon
Thursday. 1.4.07 11:31 pm
It was an afternoon. The rosebush was fighting the wind for her petals outside. They whirled away into the mad sky. The scene was violent but distant. The thick pane of glass dampened the affair into indifference. Afternoon, afternoon. It would not last forever, as it was not Tuesday. The shining black floor reflected the ceiling, and through its slanting modern windows, the world outside. A half-empty bottle of lemonade hung precariously on the floor. It was poised to leap at any moment through the reflected windows and into the distorted, black-tinted sky. Shoes filled the corridor with imperious clackity-clacking. The bench gleamed with holes; they were long, thin holes, emergency hatches to the world of the shining floor, guarded by the escape-minded lemonade bottle like an East Berliner. There was no book to appear to be perusing, no pamphlet to pretend to be assiduously studying, no watch to make a show of nervously consulting. Just a pair of black shoes which do not clack in a clackity manner, but rather a thunk-thuk. And a bench, of course, as well as an afternoon. And half a hall full of people made uncomfortable by the sight of unapologetic idleness. And the silent rosebush, ravaged madly, amusing itself in the background like a muted television.

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Country Songs
Thursday. 1.4.07 5:52 pm
Caroline asked me what country song I am and why. I know the answer is probably "Great Big Fire" by Diamond Rio:

Well there'll be fear and there'll be doubt
But they're just things that'll slow you down
Just put ‘em all in a great big pile
And stand back

And burn, baby like a big ol' fire
Build it up with your one desire
And one of these days you just might change their minds
Shine the light, blind ‘em by
A big ol' fire
A big ol' fire


...or perhaps "Born to Fly" by whoever that is that sings that:

I've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow
About the places that I'd like to see
I say, "Friend do you think I'll ever get there?"
Oh, but he just stands there smiling back at me
So I confessed my sins to the preacher
About the love I've been praying to find
Is there a brown-eyed boy in my future, yeah
And he says, "girl, you've got nothing but time."

but today... in this moment... the country song that I am is "Neon Moon" by Brooks and Dunn:

"When the sun goes down
on my side of town
That lonesome feeling
comes through my door
and the whole world turns
...blue...."

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The Year of Our Triumph
Wednesday. 1.3.07 11:36 pm
So it is 2007. Or, as I have decided to call it: The Year of Our Triumph. The "our" refers generally to me and Ranor, but I will generously extend it to all those who intend to make it so.

I believe the New Year was placed where it is mostly to break the winter in half, so that it doesn't seem like a full 3-4 months of cold and dark, but rather a cold fall lasting til Thanksgiving, the Holiday season. Then you start anew! The New Year! So full of new promises!! then there's the Playoffs, Groundhog's Day and President's Day, and before you know it, it's my favorite holiday (St. Patrick's Day) and Spring has come. So basically, it is a ploy.

That is why the world becomes a colder and darker place when the Broncos are tragically denied a spot in the playoffs.

But just because the New Year is a clever ploy to get us through the depths of winter doesn't mean it shouldn't mark the beginning of something wonderful.

Why, you may ask, is 2007 to be The Year of Our Triumph? Good question. The last two years have been stellar years for me- I acheived many of my life goals. But to this year I bring a new attitude. It is one of relentless self improvement. It is one of dedication and hard work. But I will also attempt to remove the blind drive for meaningless acheivement that have motivated me in years past and concentrate on the joy of the pursuit. TO THIS YEAR I BRING DEDICATION TO TRIUMPH!!

And once acheived, I will likely spend all of 2008 basking in said triumph.

The object and general course toward this eventual triumph is yet to be determined, but it will happen, oh yes.

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