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
Thursday. 6.14.07 8:08 am
This is the message my roommate left for me:
He also put both items in the cake box and wrote in black marker on the top: "EAT" Geez, that guy is so demanding! But, you know, I'm an obliging person, so I went ahead and finished his tasks. :D
A Tale of Summer
Wednesday. 6.13.07 8:47 pm
The three of us moved slowly though the field, our feet feeling for purchase in the dewy grass and soft mud. It was very dark; the summer moon had not yet risen above the horizon. I was between the two boys. My sandals lit up if I tread on them hard enough, an other-worldly series of green flashes that glowed through the nearby grass enough to plan another step. The air was cool and the darkness stretched around us as we moved into it, passing us ever closer to the sound of running water.
We reached the bridge, this bridge that the boys had made with their own hands; it was solid and sturdy and the extra traction coupled with excitement quickened the one pace it required to cross it. There was a small hill of thick, black mud. They took off their rubber boots and I slipped off my sandals, and the cool mud squished between our toes as we scrambled up the hill to the sauna. This exercise set us to laughing; the sound was hemmed in by the dark night and the shady trees that just now began to appear in my adjusted vision.
We entered the sauna and perched ourselves on its shelves like merchandise in a store. There was a light inside and it leaked into the darkness, providing less of a shine than a flickering glow. The older boy went to work pouring water onto the coals in the corner of the sauna, filling the already sweltering room with hot steam. It was filling up the sauna, this sauna, that the boys had built with their own hands.
Hardly any time had passed before the heat became unbearable. Surely that had to be steam condensing on my skin: it was impossible to sweat that much. The younger boy was looking at his watch. He kept shaking his head. It was not time yet. Wait a little longer. With a mischevious smirk he took the water cup and emptied it over the coals. Steam filled the sauna so fully we could hardly see one another. The air was heavy and scorching in my lungs.
It was time! We went to the door and spilled out onto the slippery hill. Sweet cool air on my skin! What bliss! But that was not enough. Come, they said. We slid down the mud to the edge of the brook. Here, they said, take a hold of the side of the bridge and go into the water. It was cold, my toes reported... oooh it was so cold. The water was higher than either of them had ever seen it- there was no space under the bridge, it was like a roughened pathway through the river itself. I dropped into the water. My nerves went haywire. In a loose crouch it came up to my neck. My breath, just a moment ago languid with humidity, became sharp, shallow, and quick. Following instructions, I ducked my head swiftly under the water. Electricity!
I leapt from the rippling darkness and onto the slope. There was another instruction. Look up! I threw my head back to the sky, the sky of midnight black, peppered with a million stars like an inverse of cinnamon on toast. The Milky Way used to be there, and the summer constellations. Now they were completely unintelligible for their bobbing and weaving and pulsing with my madly beating heart.
We city kids have drugs for this kind of stuff, I joked.
Monday. 6.11.07 11:44 pm
Today they paid me to move images around on a screen, screw around on Google Earth for a while, search for pictures of lava, and then read about the difference between a flash fire and an explosion (i.e. the difference between deflagration and detonation). I might have to give a presentation on explosions later, especially with regard to explosive volcanoes. My job is pretty sweet.
Happy Birthday, Housemate
Saturday. 6.9.07 9:59 am
Chris turned 30-something yesterday. He kept telling me that he didn't care how old he was, that it didn't really matter, that he wasn't one of those people who was touchy about that kind of stuff. But he still wouldn't tell me how old he was turning. By my calculations it was 34.
"Tell me... what difference do you think there is between the ages 32, 33, and 34?" he said. "Seriously, I mean, is there a big difference, do you think?"
I said that they were all pretty old and that I wasn't really old enough to even start thinking about if there was a difference between them. Haha. I mean, I said it like it was a joke, but it was also true. So we got into a long conversation... this conversation lasted for HOURS AND HOURS, but that's just the way conversations with Chris are. We covered everything from the timeless nature of the Universe to the real meaning of true love and how to find it to the AIDS crisis to the meaning of religion, current US politics, how much we both like Tony Blair, the Jews (for some reason people on the East Coast like discussing Jewish people a lot), abortion, The Rules, how it would suck to be eaten by a lion, the weather, Tennessee, how annoying people can be when you travel with them, Freud, the beach, the stress of the modern workplace, leukemia, ground water flow lines, how artesian wells work, the Carboniferous, cake, what we're going to do tomorrow and man's ever-present and approaching mortality.
At one point he looked up out the window into the misty night and he said, "Do you ever think about... the Universe?" and I was thinking about how in the last couple of weeks I'd been thinking that I really wanted a guy who said things like that. Because of course I think about the Universe! All the time! Chris is such a contradiction! Of course this time he was thinking about the Universe because if you consider the depths of cosmological time, the human lifetime is but a blink, and therefore the 10 year age difference between him and his girlfriend isn't really that much.
ONLY TEN PERCENT?!?!
Saturday. 6.9.07 12:23 am
A Feverish Dream
Thursday. 6.7.07 7:36 pm
I had a wild and feverish dream. In the dream I was sitting at a kitchen table looking through a list of classified ads.
"Ha!" I exclaimed. "I am qualified for all of these jobs! Don't these people know that the only thing you need in order to do what they're talking about is have a basic set of computer skills? Apparently not-- look how much they're offering!! These skills must be in short supply if they're offering that much for these jobs." I continued looking through the jobs. Every job reaffirmed the fact that the skills that I had were exactly the ones that they were looking for. My unknown companion nodded obligingly over his or her orange juice, busy reading a different part of the paper.
I woke up with my body and face drenched in sweat and the blankets twisted around my legs like ropes.
So the moral of the story is...
If this is an example of what my dreams are like when I have a FEVER over 100 degrees.... I wonder what my real job search is going to be like?
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