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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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 ŗ 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
Dedicated to Dilated
Sunday. 2.11.07 9:49 pm
Ahoy vi uno paciente con los sintomas muy raros. √Čl se quejaba de que le dol√≠an el estomago y los o√≠dos. √Čl ten√≠a siempre mucha hambre, y com√≠a mucho alimento pero √©l no gan√≠a el peso. La semana pasada, √©l com√≠ ocho quesadillas y cinco burritos, y aunque √©l se encontraba mareado, todav√≠a ten√≠a hambre. No conoc√≠a nunca de esta enfermidad. Pens√≠a que estar√≠a una solitaria, pero las solitarias no molestan los o√≠dos. Pregunt√©,
---¬ŅVist√≥ a los otros paises recientmente?
√Čl dije que vist√≥ a √Āfrica el mes pasado. ¬°Qu√© mala suerte para la doctora! Todos los enfermidades desconocidas vienen de √Āfrica. Pens√≠a de mis d√≠as a la Universidad de Puerto Rico en R√≠o Piedras, donde estudiaba el medicina, cuando de repente, √©l empez√≥ de vomitar. Sus ojos se puso muy grande y √©l sac√© la lengua, que estaba verde.
---¬°AY! √Čl grit√≥. Yo deb√≠ lo pegar y lo lanzar a la planta.
Por supuesto, estaba un extraterrestre, que viv√≠a en el cerebro del paciente, y que com√≠a todos lo que pas√© para la boca. Cuando el extraterrestre estaba bastante grande, √©l sal√≠ del paciente y se escap√≥.
No tenamos a menudo pacientes con esta enfermidad, pero de vez en cuando ellos vienen‚Ä¶ por eso necessito estar siempre listo.
Sunday. 2.11.07 6:55 pm
Elle ne parle jamais
Seulement √©coute, toujours.
Je lui ai racont√© ce poeme,
et la plante a √©cout√©.
Maintenant la plante est entrain de mourir.
Mais elle ne peut pas pousser des sanglots, des cris.
Elle va mourir sans faire du bruit.
Qui m'√©coutera quand elle est partie?
Madness and a Sock Full of Quarters
Saturday. 2.10.07 10:08 pm
Sometimes I think of a conversation, and I turn it over and over in my mind, thinking of how it would go and how I could best tell the story and how everyone would react and what they would ask and how I would respond to their questions and after a long while I think I've got it totally worked out how the whole thing is going to go....
...and then I realize that in order to have this perfect conversation that I've in envisioned for myself, the contents of the conversation (i.e., whatever story I would happen to be telling) would actually have to be true. Then I have to go through a major mental revision because all of the responses that I'd been giving my pretend conversation partner, while self-consistent, are also absolutely imaginary.
I usually have a brief feeling of relief that I came to this conclusion before actually attempting to realize my imagined glorious conversation.... not that I would even actually ever really do that.....so I don't know why I feel that relief for not doing it. But today it kind of occurred to me how sad it is that these imaginary conversations never find a place in real life. For example, today I was getting quarters from the change machine at the laundromat. I put them in my pocket but I imagined that it would set up an interesting situation if you didn't have any pockets but you needed a place to put the quarters so you put them in your sock. Then you'd be walking around with a sock full of quarters. The perfect thing to happen then would be that you'd be attacked by some would-be mugger, and seeing as the only money you had had been transformed into quarters, and they were all in your sock, you could beat the hell out of the robber with it. Triumph! Then the best part would be the part where you'd get to tell everyone about what had happened. You'd start by saying, "remember yesterday when I left to go get quarters?" and they'd remember. And then you'd explain how you had to put them in your sock, and then you'd say how you were attacked, and your listener would be aghast! Then they'd say, "whatever did you do?" and you would say that, incredibly, this was the one day when you had on your person the perfect weapon, and that you'd beaten the crap out of him and escaped unscathed. I get halfway into watching their expressions and thinking about what an amazing coincidence that was when it occurs to me that it was only a coincidence because I just set it up that way in my mind. It would only be an amazing coincidence if it ACTUALLY HAPPENED. So you start to think about how you should find someone to whom this actually happened so that you could relate the story second-hand to your friends.
Then you start thinking that maybe you should get your head examined....
I think that must be the way that authors operate. They must be constantly thinking of crazy coincidences or really witty repartees, but in order for their repartees to be witty, both sides of the conversation have to go exactly as they want them to, and events have to be as such that their witty verbal sparring has a particular resonance with the events that have just been happening which give them extra meaning. Of course the words on their own would have no meaning at all, they would just be the product of the author's imagination, thinking "if this long series of events happened, and then the straight man set up the drift of conversation just so, I could be interesting/witty." But... none of that actually did happen.
That must be why people write books.
So maybe, next time I write a book, I'll put in a guy who was going to get quarters and then beat another guy into the ground with a sock. Because what a crazy coincidence that would be, non?
Friday. 2.9.07 12:04 am
Prudent use of Time
Monday. 2.5.07 7:32 pm
Well, life has just been getting more and more stressful as the days go by. First my advisor didn't want me to drop any of my classes, giving me four instead of three (two of which are MATH out the waaaazzzoooo). Since I am eternally trying to weasel my way into the next expedition to Antarctica, I asked early on if I could "sit in" on the Antarctic Dry Valleys class that he teaches. My thinking was that I could make myself a presence that he associates with Antarctica, make some insightful commentary on the goings-on, prove to him that I can carry heavy things and stand the severe cold, etc. Welllll now it seems like I've been upgraded to a full, participating member of the class, complete with presentations and a term paper. Great. So now I'm in five classes.
Then add in La Vida Secreta, which meets four times a week at EIGHT in the morning.... and you can soon see that I'm in waaay over my head. I haven't had this many classes since high school. Yeah, high school, remember that, when my first class started at 7:20 and I usually had one 50 minute period off for lunch and that was it til' 2:44???? Well, at least I got off at 2:44, that seems so early now... but if you think about it, I usually had practice at 3:15 and that went until just as late as I stay now. Only I was in good shape and got to run around and feel the fresh plains air in my lungs instead of the FREEZING, BURNING feeling that comes into my lungs when I ride my bike home at 7:30-9 at night through the Providence winter, making my nose run and my crown ring!
So in order to keep myself from going completely INSANE, I put up a post-it note whereupon I wrote a list of the classes I am expected to attend, just so I can keep track of them all. This way I can go through each of them and think about if I have homework in any of them. I know I can handle this now... but what I don't know is if towards the end of the semester things will, as they always do, spiral so far out of control that I will spontaneously combust. I won't even be around to calculate whether or not the function that described my spiraling predicted for combustion or whether it was a hyperbolic function that predicted WAVES. That's how out of control I will be.
My other idea for keeping my mind together is to write a little bit throughout the day. I've been working on this poem I thought of when I was walking home the other day through the FREEZING cold. It's about someone in the process of going blind. That would be a pretty terrifying experience, you would feel like you had just begun to slide down a steep slope into a deep abyss, and you'd like to use your arms to arrest yourself, but the muscles you need to use are ones that your conscious brain has never known how to control. You can't will your eyes to the back of their sockets in an effort to reconnect your optic nerve. Anyway, I decided that I was going to reorganize this poem and write it in iambic pentameter today during class, but man, that is so hard. My high school teachers used to tell me that Shakespeare carefully considered every single word he used in his poetry, but I never believed them because hello, who thinks about every single word? But truth be told, if you've ever tried to write in iambic pentameter, you have to think about every freakin' word, otherwise they don't fit. And I also like writing in heroic couplets, which adds an extra level of difficulty. There was this guy, I think he was Alexander Pope, and back in the day he wrote in entirely heroic couplets. That's why I personally enjoy reading his poems more than the plays of Shakespeare. Of course, Shakespeare's stuff probably has more enduring meaning and truth, but I love the way Pope's stuff rolls off your tongue, it's like singing. By the end of the class (which is like 2.5 hours long) I had a stanza and a half, and it was in iambic quadrameter, if that's even a word. I guess I'll just have to work on that in my spare time. "Spare time" hahahaHAhaaHAHaha "spare time", I crack myself up.
This comes pretty close to my personal motto
Sunday. 2.4.07 3:50 pm
"I believe in the supreme worth of the individual and in his right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
I believe that every right implies a responsibility; every opportunity, an obligation; every possession, a duty.
I believe that the law was made for man and not man for the law; that government is the servant of the people and not their master.
I believe in the dignity of labor, whether with head or hand; that the world owes no man a living but that it owes every man an opportunity to make a living.
I believe that thrift is essential to well ordered living and that economy is a prime requisite of a sound financial structure, whether in government, business or personal affairs.
I believe that truth and justice are fundamental to an enduring social order.
I believe in the sacredness of a promise, that a man's word should be as good as his bond, that character-not wealth or power or position -is of supreme worth.
I believe that the rendering of useful service is the common duty of mankind and that only in the purifying fire of sacrifice is the dross of selfishness consumed and the greatness of the human soul set free.
I believe in an all-wise and all-loving God, named by whatever name, and that the individual's highest fulfillment, greatest happiness and widest usefulness are to be found in living in harmony with His will.
I believe that love is the greatest thing in the world; that it alone can overcome hate; that right can and will triumph over might."
--J.D. Rockefeller, Jr.
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