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 Tree and the Telephone Pole
Thursday. 4.19.07 9:52 pm
Side by side on roadside knoll
Stood leafy tree and telephone pole.
The pole need not attend to growth so was keen on observation
And after observing many years it struck up a conversation.
"Why does man respect a tree when for itself it grows
While pole lights his house, his road, and labels where he goes?"
The pole elected to rephrase in hope of being better understood:
"Are we so different, you and I? We are both composed of wood!"
The tree took in the battered pole- it leaned slightly to the side.
It sported attachments of every kind and rusty staples marred its hide.
"Yes, I suppose, of wood are both made we,
But a lifeless pole are you, and I a living tree."
"A living tree, indeed, as idle through Winter it sits
Doing naught but shedding bark as a twisted pile of sticks
Then in Spring, providing homes for many pests
A platform for the villain woodpecker's messy nests
In Summer arching branches and shady canopy
Are still no match for the cool from my electricity!
In Fall dropping litter on the street in every rain
Clogging every gutter, blocking every drain!
What use are you to anyone but as fodder for the ants?
And fate can take away the life that in acorn's heart it grants."
"O pole, with rectilinear shape,
From your metallic yokes your thoughts cannot escape!
In winter I take the shape of something lately killed
But all who pass only see a promise waiting to be fulfilled.
In Spring when up at me the weary passer glances
He catches sight of my flowered limbs, iced with second chances.
In Summer with my branches clothed and bending low
All are lost in rembrance of summer times from long ago
And when the city's heart is freezing and storing winter's ire
I call my brother trees together and Autumn sets the world on fire."
"At the loss of a single life- all life together grieves"
Said the tree with softer voice like wind's whisper through its leaves
There was a pause, the pole was remembering
It still wore no expression but its wires were gently trembling
"Ah, but I was once a tree.
They cut me down to make this pole- who will grieve for me?"
"See these two?" Interjected a country man below.
"Hear how they groan in age? I think they both must go."
It could be understanding or the settling happenstance requires
But the pole became fast a friend and there are branches through its wires
And so they stood, side by side, enduring erosive creep
And their life and death passed by, and neither dared again to speak.
I cannot help but love him as much as Juanes
Thursday. 4.19.07 12:10 am
From changbang's blog (awww)
Wednesday. 4.18.07 11:42 pm
How to mistreat your boyfriend
Wednesday. 4.18.07 9:50 pm
Yesterday I heard a shout from the stairwell, followed by a string of swear words. "What's wrong?" I asked, coming into the hall.
"Oh, I tripped and spilled this thing." It was my roommate. He had been carrying his part of the Indian food that She just finished making upstairs and his leg had gone funny since he just ran the marathon so he tripped and spilled about a fifth of the rice on the plate onto the stairs.
She came into the stairwell and walked by him and went into his room. I got out a broom and he and I swept up the rice. The Indian food smelled so delicious, I expressed how sorry I was that he'd spilled it and he said the same. He told me what a good cook she was, probably loud enough so she could hear.
Once he went into his room I could hear her start arguing with him. "I just finish making a beautiful dinner for you," she began, "and you had one hour, ONE HOUR and all you had to do was set up the placemats, and you didn't. Do you want me to spill rice all over your bed?? You can't do anything!! You can't even walk up a flight of STAIRS! You're so CLUMSY!!"
But they made up later.
This morning I came into work and my coworked looks like he was run over on Exhaustion Street by a truck with tires treaded with Depression. That's what we use instead of snow tires during the Providence winter, in case you didn't know.
I asked him what was up and he said that his girlfriend had called him at 4:30 in the morning last night. That's only 1:30 in the morning for people in California, aka her. She'd called because she had a paper due the next day and she was stressed out and she didn't know what to write and she wanted him to comfort her and give her ideas. Few ideas are to be had by someone who has just been woken up at 4:30 in the morning in the last few weeks of the semester.
So what is the moral of the story here?
That you should treat your significant other significantly worse than you would ever treat anyone else? That you make of them extremely selfish and ridiculous demands and talk to them in a discourteous tone of voice and say to them hurtful things that you would never even think about doing/saying, even to a perfect stranger, even to your worse nemesis?
An aside: I'd probably put up with a zillion crazy demands before I'd let someone talk to me in a discourteous manner.
To be fair, it is impossible to get my roommate to do anything. He always says he will, and then never does. If he did all the things he promised to do, I would have a working fan, a space heater, a shower curtain, a captured mouse, the trash taken out, a new car antenna, and a can of mace. Most of these things I do have, but because I eventually did them myself. The only thing he did get me in a timely manner was my bottle of Tylenol when I was sick a couple of weeks ago, probably because I looked like I was going to die within the hour and the drugstore is across the street. So the fact that he had an hour to put out the placemats and he didn't would be quite annoying to anyone who has known him. But come ON. Getting mad at him because he FELL UP THE STAIRS? I'd also be a lot more sympathetic if he didn't make them both dinner at least 50% of the time.
And as for my coworker's girlfriend, ok, so I wouldn't really be mad if my boyfriend called me at 4:30 in the morning. I would be worried! I'd be totally out of it at first, then I would be worried, and then when he told me why he was calling (if his reason was the same as hers), I'd be like, "what?" I mean, if he were in some totally random time zone and he didn't know what time it was here or that was the only time he could call, I'd be happy to hear from him- I'd probably rather talk to him at 4:30 in the morning than anyone else... and if it was a drunk dial then I would be like, "silly goose" and then I'd go back to sleep... but in California it's always three hours behind, and it's Tuesday night. The only answer to give is simply, "what???" followed by the classic,
"Do you have any idea what time it is?"
Don't Save the Whales
Tuesday. 4.17.07 7:49 pm
Monday. 4.16.07 11:32 pm
So I'm thinking I need to get out more. You know, make some friends outside of the department, seeing as the only thing that department people do is drink beer, do work, and complain about doing work.
I'm in the market, as they say, for a nice group of friends. How do I go about that? Well, I'm thinking mebbe I should join a nice club. It's a little difficult seeing as it's almost the end of the semester and then all those lazy undergraduates will go home for the summer, but it's not too early to be thinking about what kind of club I'd like to join.
I'm trying to meet several criteria:
1. People that do this activity would make good friends
2. This activity is something I actually like to do
3. Won't take up a HUGE amount of time, but still meets often enough so I can get to know people.
4. Isn't the kind of activity where whatever you are doing prevents you form actually getting to know or talking to the people with whom you are doing the activity (i.e. ballet)
5. Friendly towards graduate students
Here are some options, mostly based on criterion number 2:
Argentine Tango Club
Mariachi de Brown
Climbing Wall club
There is a kinda cool-looking gospel choir thing but they talk a lot about the Black Church in their description so I kinda get the impression that I wouldn't be that welcome, due to the color of my skin. Same with all of the ethnic clubs except for the Swiss one and the German one. Maybe the Celtic one, but those people tend to be rather exclusive, too.
Christian Fellowship would be cool, but I happened to know that one of my former students goes to that pretty regularly, and I wouldn't want him to think I was stalking him....
Sucks that they don't have a drawing club. Or a movie-making club. That would be RIGHT-ON. So now that we've gotten a list of potential clubs, let's discuss the kind of people I would likely meet in each of these clubs:
Argentine Tango Club
girls who are very full of it/sketchy guys/guys who don't brush their teeth
Same as above; possibly no guys at all
Japanese people/very pale white Japanophiles slightly more athletic/social than those in the Anime Club
Mariachi de Brown
Climbing Wall club
*Super* *Nice* people/People who say obnoxious things like "How is your Walk?"
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