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
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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
Wednesday. 7.14.04 10:13 pm
My job is rather strange, if you think about it. What a weird job I have. Like the other day we were happy that a truckload of drums of glue never came in because that meant we had more room for the dog food boxes that had come in earlier. hmm. drums of glue? Never have the same day around that looney bin. Today I told one of the drivers that I didn't want him to bring me dog food anymore, that I wanted something yummy instead, so when he came back he said that he'd brought me chocolate. That is.... a whole truckload of Nestle wrappers! After that I stacked a bunch of sewer man-hole ladder steps and moved around some sump pumps.
How would you feel about eating those Rolos if you knew that their wrapper was right next to a bunch of sump pans in its previous life! how about a Nu-Go Nutrition bar that was chilling out next to the cement pigment and driveway salt? Mwahahahaha. I got to finally try a Nu-Go bar. They sell them at Costco. I would recommend the Chocolate Banana ones but not the Chocolate Blast. What if I told you that the American-made motorscooter you are buying was actually made in China, made into an American bike by razoring out the "Made in China" part and subsequently buried behind a pallets and pallets of cat food boxes before finally being sold to you!
Yesterday I bumped this truck when I was putting a dock plate in and this little baby bird fell down from above right under my forklift wheel. I slammed on the brakes and herded the little fellow towards the exit (he had wings and feathers and could hop with them, but he couldn't fly yet and still had his wide baby mouth). So he hopped around clumsily until he fell between the dock and the truck under the truck, so I went to see if he was ok. He was a little sluggish so I tried to scare him to make sure he hadn't broken anything and he skittered about on his too-large feet and wedged himself under the truck tire to hide, beak first. Knowing that any weight on the truck about would surely crush him and that Smitty was about to come along and drive his clamp in there, I ushered him out from beneath the wheel and he hopped crazily into the grass where there was an adult sparrow chirping shrilly and hopefully she was his mother. She was very nervous and urgent, but the little man himself was quite happy and was chirping merrily all the way through his crazy ordeal. I'm not sure he'll make it, as clumsy as he is, but if you ever got any points in the animal world for being cute and good-natured, he would come out on top. I wish I could have scooped him up and made him mine, but as any republican will tell you, sometimes the best way you can help someone succeed is by leaving him alone! (especially if you smell like human being and his mother doesn't like that smell!)
one sighting among many!
I got stuck in a rail car!
Monday. 7.12.04 10:34 pm
I love my basement. Every time I go down there it smells like Kid Pix. Ah, but Kid Pix is a computer game, and so therefore has no smell, you say, you clever thing, you. But when I was younger I used to go down there during the summer and play Kid Pix to my heart's content, back when there was no warehouse and no summer reading and no worries at all.
So whenever I smell that summery basementy smell, it immediately makes me recall Kid Pix. Smell is my strongest memory-sense, as they say is usually the case with most people, so when I smell an old smell that I hadn't been around for a long time, the memory comes back with such force that I am completely transported to that time and place long ago. So it is with my basement.
I used to spend a lot of time down there, doing all kinds of various and sundry things. I used to do my homework down there, and I used to close the door softly behind myself and then throw my back pack down the first flight of stairs and I'd throw myself down after it, and I'd hit the turn in the stairs with a WHAM! and then I'd pretend that I just woke up from being unconcious and I'd pretend I didn't know where I was and sometimes my leg would be broken and sometimes my arm or collar bone and I'd discover it as I was trying to get up to look around at this strange new place. I'd have to favor it and try to not use it as I levered my tired body enough to look around. Sometimes it was a prison, and I'd run to the top of the stairs just to pretend that the door was locked and there was no way out. I'd pretend to pound on it, but not really because then someone in the house might have actually heard me and come to see what I was doing and there was no good way to explain that ... . Sometimes I'd pretend that I'd been transported into another world where I had spent many years and had many adventures and then suddenly, inexplicably, I was back in my old childhood basement and no time had gone by at all, like in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. If this was the case I would see my backpack on the ground beside me and I'd go through everything inside like I hadn't seen it in a million years. My old stapler! My old desk, new again! I would have completely forgotten how to do complex division, of course, because no one uses that in real life, but I'd have an entire assignment on it that... my god! was it 1999! I was in highschool! It was due tomorrow! Then I sit at the desk and do my homework and marvel at how I still remembered My Antonia even though I had only half read it many years and many memories before. If it was the prison scenario, I would get bored of shouting, "I'm innocent!" and I'd wander down the stairs to see what the deal was. There I would see that I was being well kept, there was a piano and a foosball table, and I'd tinker with these before I discovered the backpack- which was full of history assignments and science worksheets that some lazy student (who could it be? the last inmate?) had never done. Knowing that I was going to be here for a while, and enchanted that I knew all of the answers as if I had just been studying this stuff that very day (how convenient!) I would occupy myself by doing the student's homework for him or her.
Sometimes I'd lug my dad's legal dictionary into the basement and pretend that I was afraid to open it because it was dangerous. Instead, I'd run my hand along the swirls that the pages made when the book was closed and pretend that the magic was tempting me to open the book... it was irresistable... I must open it! BUt NO. I put it away. My will was stronger than that!
le sigh. I never pretend like that anymore.
Ah the basement. Cool- musty- strange dead bugs in dusty corners. You can hang up a Sky Chair under the deck and trail your hand along the rough cement and absent-mindedly pet the dog. Find picture albums from Super Bowl Sunday of 89, that model plane I started making but never finished, the canvas that Carol and Katherine and I painted of a swamp just because everyone else was painting something happy and we wanted to be contrary, a framed drawing of a fish. Just messy enough to be interesting.
Saturday. 7.10.04 1:53 am
Saturday. 7.10.04 1:30 am
Wow, html can be extremely frustrating! Now all the words in my modules have turned black. aieieieie! Oh well, I'll just have to spend some more time on it when my leg doesn't need to be stretched so badly.
"We should get a delicious pizza for dinner... from McDonald's!"
"I'm a little worried about you- you're going to become one of those women that don't even look like women...."
-Marka Stewart, who knows just what to say to make a girl feel special!
Marka: For you this is a summer job! I'm a year round worker!
Madame Fifi: Well, yer round/...
random thought: if English was your second language, the phrase "Time is of the essence" wouldn't make sense to you at all.
This dude totally whacked the hell out of one of the trailers parked at our dock. I was in the middle of unloading it and thankfully I wasn't in the trailer at the time that it was hit because that would be a thrill I wouldn't be too keen on experiencing! The guy dropped the trailer, so when the other guy hit it the whole thing leaned to one side... here is the damage:
this is what a truck foot should basically look like, unharmed
this is what the other truck foot looks like now...
He died to make men holy, let us live to make men
Monday. 7.5.04 1:56 pm
listening to: ballroom blitz
mood: fiercely patriotic
I had a long day yesterday, I went to church in the morning and we sang a lot of fabulous hymns. I learned that "God Save the Queen" is in our hymnal, a fact that I think I should report to the appropriate authorities as evidence of my church's loyalist leanings. The sermon was about freedom and we learned that Jesus set us free from the bondage of sin and death. We said my favorite prayer, the prayer of St. Francis:
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O, Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Especially the last bit.
Anyway, there weren't any doughnuts so I gave my quarters to the offering plate and went to King Soopers to buy one and it was only 39 cents! I got one with a star on it, it was so patriotic that I ate it immediately. Then I bought a lotto ticket, cause fresh outta church, I was feeling LUCKy.
Then I went home and made a grasshopper pie, into which I put a considerable amount of booze.
Finally, I went to the Rapid's game, which was awesome, the most exciting part being the halftime show where all the mascots from Colorado and Wyoming schools went at each other in a soccer game. Mostly it was just Cam the CSU Ram fighting with Chip the CU Buffalo without regard to where the soccer ball was and the Broncos mascot trying to push both of them over. The only serious soccer player seemed to the the Eagle, whose feet were too big for kicking, and the Wyoming University Cowboy, who was actually not too bad. His team won with a big goal against the Bronco. Most adorable mascots: The Colorado School of Mines Miner and the Colorado Mammoth. Aww. The Chick-fil-a cows were wailing on Ronald McDonald for a while, but how can you get mad at a clown? Seriously!
Yey for the 4th of July! Next big holiday: Bastille Day! Oh, that I were in France.
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY XTINA!
listening to: ballroom blitz
mood: fiercely patriotic
Thursday. 7.1.04 11:48 pm
Je veux ecrire en francais, mais je ne peux pas parler le francais tres bien, et je n'ai pas des accents. Quelle dommage. euh, behn. Aujourd'hui j'avais une terrible, mauvaise jour. Tout un coup, la jour est devenue marveilleuse. Pourquoi? Je ne sais pas exactement, mais j'ai voulu utiliser la passe compose et l'imparfait, alors j'ai construit la phrase comme ca, avec "tout un coup" pour signaliser (pas un mot?) une action dans la passe.
Hier j'ai trouve un histoire que j'avais ecrit il y a longtemps. J'ai su beacoup plus francais que maintenant.
Ah, la nuit! Je veux ouvre la fenetre et entendre le vent qui court libre et les feuilles de l'arbre dogwood qui chuchote a les etoiles..........
Je vais dormir maintenant parce-que je suis fatigue. Et finissons-nous avec un des phrase que j'aime plus:
"C'etait un coup de foudre!"
Yes, I can lick my elbow
Wednesday. 6.30.04 11:10 pm
You are Ji Nu!
Poor Gary is sick. Hopefully he will not die. I like to worry about him and listen to his symptoms and tell him that I think he has a tapeworm. He said he wouldn't mind that so much because he could lose some weight and be skinny.
"That is physically impossible and you can believe it because that comes straight from Calculus 4. I may be a thug but I'm a fucking smart-ass thug."
Type Your Name With Your:
eyes closed and one finger: lsirs
back of my hand: laura
Stolen from Einahpets_Ellehcim
Important Questions Raised
Wednesday. 6.30.04 9:41 pm
End of War on Sauron raises more questions about its conduct and
New Gondor Times
While the leaders of the alliance including Gandalf and
Aragorn have proclaimed a victory in the War on Sauron questions are
increasingly being raised about both the conduct of the war and its
Archeologists and historians have particularly bemoaned the
loss of priceless artifacts forever lost with the fall of Barad-dur,
when Sauron's fortress was destroyed. These artifacts reputed to date
back to the First Age have caused some in the archeological community
to condemn what they call the careless and thoughtless way the assault
on Mordor was handled.
Meanwhile months after the fall of Barad-Dur, the Alliance has
failed to capture either Sauron or the Ringwraiths. While the Captains
of the West claim that Sauron and all his works have perished, no body
has ever been found and there are reports that Sauron may be wandering
on the outskirts of Mirkwood in various disguises. This adds yet
another question to the many questions already being raised about the
conduct of the War on Sauron.
Military experts had already condemned the march to the Towers
of the Black Gate as a foolhardy maneuver conducted with too few
troops and point to the heavy casualties incurred during the sieges of
Helm's Gate and Gondor as evidence of the incompetence with which the
War on Sauron was handled.
Various questions have also been raised as to whether the War
on Sauron was even necessary in the first place.
"After Sauron's defeat at the hands of the Last Alliance he
was in no shape to mount any kind of assault on the West. His
fortresses were in ruins, his armies were demoralized and the only
thing he wanted was to recover a small piece of property, a trifle
that was looted from him by Allied troops during the former war," The
Wizard Saruman had argued, "A mere ring. If it had only been turned
over to him, this entire conflict could be avoided."
While Gandalf and others have argued that the so-called "One
Ring" would have singlehandedly allowed Sauron to crush the West,
other experts have questioned whether any ring could indeed have such
capabilities and suggested that the Ring was never actually recovered
after it had been lost by Isildur but that the leaders of the Alliance
had deceived the Peoples of the West into believing that Sauron was on
the verge of gaining possession of it in order to trigger a war with
Mordor. Alliance leaders have responded indignantly to such
accusations but nevertheless no real evidence bas been presented that
the One Ring even existed outside of the claims of a handful of
insiders at the Council of Elrond. Gandalf's insistence that the One
Ring has now been destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom has done little
to boost his credibility with a story that to many far too
conveniently disposes of the evidence before any objective parties
have had a chance to examine it.
"We kept hearing all the time about Sauron using this supposed
ring to enslave the free peoples of Middle Earth and now it turns out
that Sauron never even had this ring to begin with," Political
activist Bill Fenry said, "I feel deceived and lied to."
Many of those who had voiced opposition to war and pushed for
a peaceful settlement with Sauron have also questioned whether
diplomacy could have been used to avert a terrible conflict citing
frequent emmisaries from Mordor that were turned away by Rohan and
Gondor causing some to speculate on the motives of the Alliance
leadership in wanting to bring about an unnecessary war.
Mithril has been cited as one economic reason driving the
conflict with anti-war activists citing the assassination of Smaug and
the rebuffed Dwarven colonization of Moria combined with the sudden
appearance of Dwarves at the Council of Elrond as evidence of a
conspiracy aimed at allowing Dwarven interests to take control of
Mithril mines in the possession of Sauron leading to the slogan, 'No
Blood for Mithril.'
Others point to the widespread hostility towards Gondor and
the Western Lands, and particularly towards King Elessar and his
policies as proof that the War on Sauron has failed.
"Yes we may have defeated Sauron but now the Haradrim, the
Southrons, the Easterlings and the Orcs and Goblins hate us,"
Political analyst Shelob said, "And what point is there in defeating a
single Sauron when our foreign policy causes us to be so hated that a
thousand more Saurons will rise in his place."
Particularly worrying to Shelob are polls that show that Orc
hatred of humans is at an all time high with over 90 percent of Orcs
expressing a desire to devour human flesh.
"We can't hope to defeat the Orcs with weapons. We must
understand why they hate us and what we can do to stop them from
hating us and wanting to eat our flesh. For example virtually every
Orc surveyed has expressed dissatisfaction with Gondor's foreign
policy of killing Orcs and overthrowing Sauron. Those are statistics
we need to really pay attention to."
One thing is certainly clear that with Sauron possibly still
on the loose, many people questioning whether the existence of the One
Ring wasn't a fraud meant to create support for an unjust war, the
loss of valuable archeological treasures at Barad-Dur, exposure of
military blunders by the alliance and continuing raids by Orcs and
Goblins; whether or not the so-called War on Sauron has ended in
victory or defeat remains in question.
(Lifted from firstname.lastname@example.org (O Deus) on r.a.s.f.f.) Props to Justin Bristow. ;)
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