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
Five out of Five Experts Agree
Thursday. 8.22.13 5:38 pm
Monday. 8.12.13 10:56 am
Friday. 8.2.13 5:02 pm
No, not that kind of WASP, di-di, insect wasps.
I woke up around 9 as usual. The three wasp stings on my left arm, which had yesterday swollen my bicep by several inches, had morphed into an arm-full of tiny little itchy red dots. Now I'm not sure if I'm allergic to the wasp sting or the cream that I put on to soothe the wasp sting. As of this writing the spots have doubled in density and spread down my arm. Another bite of some kind appeared on my eyelid, which, as usual, swelled my eyelid to quasi-modo status. It didn't itch all day, but it itches now... LIKE A BITCH. The secretary wanted me to go to the doctor, but, hilariously, all of these things have happened before and they worked themselves out after a couple of days, so nbd.
In addition to the above, I came down with a terrible cold (in the SUMMER) so I've been coughing up a storm. This morning I coughed so hard that I pulled a muscle deep in my chest/back somewhere, and I couldn't pick up anything with my right hand for most of the day.
To top it all off, I got a gigantic zit right on the end of my nose. I put some Clearasil 4 hour cream on it, and it did the opposite of advertised-- that is, instead of making my zit visibly reduced in size and redness, it doubled it in size and make it bright red and white. Cool.
I went home at lunchtime in defeat. I worked from my apartment and swilled Perrier like a mofo to beat the heat. I'm addicted to Perrier. All the bubbles and fullness of a soda, with zero of the toothaches and calories. With all of my bubbly water I was feeling a bit too European, so I stopped by Mickey-D's for some cheeseburgers. I killed three wasps, including one that seemed like a queen of sorts. Or, from my research, maybe just a female FULL OF WASP EGGS. FUCKING WASPS. They should all die this summer because they are parasitic and I killed all of their hosts, but that isn't really soon enough anymore. I want to fumigate the whole place again but I have a GUEST coming next week and I don't really have time to air it out before then. I warned her that she might be stung by tiny wasps but she was unfazed. Seriously, though, my arm has the texture of a basketball.
After working I went to a movie by myself. It was a chick movie, you see, and I don't know any chicks who speak French who are not on vacation. It was called "Paris à Tout Prix" and it's about a fashion designer in Paris with Moroccan roots who gets deported because she forgot to renew her carte de séjour. Who among us hasn't been there, amirite? Anyway, you can see where this is going... she has to go back to her family's house and to become reacquainted with all of the roots that she had been trying to forget about while she was in Paris being fashionable and stuff. Enter hot Moroccan guy, a contest to design the perfect dress for the fashion show in three weeks... I pretty much knew what was going to happen after I saw the trailer, but that's why I went to see it.
She ends up reconciling with her family, making the perfect dress (inspired by Morocco, and with the help of her grandmother-who-taught-her-how-to-sew-originally), which wins her a coveted full-time job. Hot Moroccan guy falls in love with her and MOVES TO PARIS to be with her, they vacation all the time in Morocco, she gets everything she wants. I kinda doubt that if I went home to Denver and met a hot American boy that he would agree to move to Paris with me so that I could further my [atmospheric] modeling career. In all the American movies the girl has to go back to the countryside and live wherever the country boy wants to live. How is that fair? Anyway, one theme is that she doesn't want to give up her life in Paris because she busted her ass for ten years to get where she's gotten and if she moved back to Morocco it would have been just as good for her never to have left or busted her ass at all. I guess I can relate to that.
Reminds me of this song I used to listen to all the time in college:
Maybe Bon Jovi has some advice on this matter:
Thursday. 8.1.13 11:52 am
I liked to imagine the soul as an infinitesimal point which acted as a gateway into the infinite beyond. Through this gateway came all things that were good, all new things, all new thoughts that had never been thought and ideas that had never been imagined. The more room you left for this source, the stronger the flux would become. The traditional analogy is that between the soul and a pinprick of light.
There were always those certain, special people, those people who were brilliant, who lit up the whole room, shining from the inside out like Jesus rising to Heaven.
There were also those whose source was blocked. Perhaps a tiny trickle of light might sneak through, visible only in the absence of other light. These people were the grays of the world, rearrangers, reformatters, editors, who could occasionally see old things in new ways but could never add anything truly new.
Carolyn was a sink. Carolyn took the burbling, effervescent beauty of everyone around her and batted it down into ashes.
Her husband, once a shimmering beacon emitting a strange and wonderful light, had died down to a faint ember. Each time he tried to shine he was tamped down, covered up, suffocated. I dreaded the day that I knew was coming, the day when, with a tired and unremarkable silence,
the ember would go out.
This is a fragment that I wrote down on a random piece of paper. Now I can finally throw the piece of paper out.
Tuesday. 7.30.13 2:32 pm
There are some planets
around other stars
which have one side that always faces
On these planets
one side is always day
and the other side
is always night.
if there is any
from the day side
and condenses into ice
on the night side
Until there is no water left.
A cold wind blows
If you lived on such a planet
you would have to travel
across thousands of miles
and into the countries of darkness
to collect water to drink.
Plants could only be grown
in dawn countries
and dusk countries
using complicated systems of irrigation
from the Night Countries
in exchange for food.
Perhaps poor people who live in the Night
have never seen the daylight
Cannot imagine the daylight.
is a desert
not a time of day
Multi-Cultural Conversations Part IV
Saturday. 7.27.13 8:34 am
Chinese 1: Are there big differences between American and French men?
Me: Eh, well... American men are usually a bit bigger.
Chinese 1: Bigger than FRENCH men?? But French men are so big!
Chinese 1: Well, think about me and [Chinese 2]. [They are about my height, 5'4"] In China we are a normal size for men. In France we are so small... we cannot see in a crowd! If you tried to look for me, I would be lost! You couldn't find me!
Me: What do you think are the big differences between Chinese men and French men?
Chinese 1: Well, Chinese men are much smaller. They are [he makes some body language to represent "meekness"]... they are kind of like women, if you compare them. It seems like Chinese women want a Western man because he is big, can protect them maybe.
Me: And are the Chinese guys like, "Heyyyy!"
Chinese 1: Yeah.
Me: But at least Chinese guys are very polite.
Chinese 1: Maybe......
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