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Zanzibar
Age. 33
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him
Location Cherry Hills Vil, CO
School. Other
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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:

Samarinda

Extra points for people who know what Samarinda is.
The Phases of the Moon Module
CURRENT MOON
Croc Hunter/Combat Wombat
My hero(s)
Only My Favorite Baseball Player EVER


Aw, Larry Walker, how I loved thee.
The Schedule
M: Science and Exploration
T: Cook a nice dinner
W: PARKOUR!
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
Looking Backwards
Wild Swans
Exodus
1984
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)
Uglies
Pretties
Specials
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"
Pompeii
Is Multi-Culturalism Bad for Women?
Americans in Southeast Asia: Roots of Commitment (in progress)
What's So Great About Christianity?
Aeolian Geomorphology
Aeolian Dust and Dust Deposits
The City of Ember
The People of Sparks
Cube Route
When I was in Cuba, I was a German Shepard
Bound
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
Twilight
Eclipse
New Moon
Breaking Dawn
Armageddon's Children
The Elves of Cintra
The Gypsy Morph
Animorphs #23: The Pretender
Animorphs #25: The Extreme
Animorphs #26: The Attack
Crucial Conversations
A Journey to the Center of the Earth
A Great and Terrible Beauty
The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
Dandelion Wine
To Sir, With Love
London Calling
Watership Down
The Invisible
Alice in Wonderland
Through the Looking Glass
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
The Host
The Hunger Games
Catching Fire
Shadows and Strongholds
The Jungle Book
Beatrice and Virgil
Infidel
Neuromancer
The Help
Flip
Zion Andrews
The Unit
Princess
Quantum Brain
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
No One Ever Told Us We Were Defeated
Delirium
Memento Nora
Robopocalypse
The Name of the Wind
The Terror
Sister
Tao Te Ching
What Paul Meant
Lao Tzu and Taoism
Libyan Sands
Sand and Sandstones
Lost Christianites: The Battles for Scripture and the Faiths We Never Knew
The Science of God
Calculating God
Great Contemporaries, by Winston Churchill
City of Bones
Around the World in 80 Days, by Jules Verne
Divergent
Stranger in a Strange Land
The Old Man and the Sea
Flowers for Algernon
Au Bonheur des Ogres
The Martian
The Road to Serfdom
De La Terre เ la Lune (ip)
In the Light of What We Know
Devil in the White City
2312
The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August
Red Mars
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 Juanes Module


Juanes just needed his own mod. Who can disagree.
to the dreamer leave the sky
Tuesday. 8.2.05 11:16 pm
With weapons of logic they'll bring you down
Pragmatism is the cynic's crown
Beware, Nothing but crticism comes from that throne
Disguising a drunk who loathes to drink alone
But you are high on a dreamer's mead
You choose not to follow where he wants to lead
Blessed are those who from dreamer's eyes can see
Beware the realist who desires all as blind as he
Let the dreamer wander, in a dreamy lullaby
Let the cynics rule the earth but to the dreamers leave the sky.

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Tuesday. 8.2.05 11:00 pm

The air was full of moisture. As they often said, it was not really rain so much as it was an aggressive mist. The world was temporarily quiet, awaiting the dawn.

At once the silence was broken by an orchestra of cicadas, who called out in unison as if the event had been prearranged. Perhaps it was an insect's form of advance applause for the coming sunrise.
The dragons lay sleeping around the patient feet of the aging temple. A giant, amorphous tree had split the roof of the ancient gatehouse in half, and its roots spilled down the temple stemps in a smooth, earthy cascade.
Dakar lay at the tree's base, a gnarled corner digging into his ribs and ants trying to navigate his long tail. The mist had made the ground soft and middy and Dakar was trying to create enough friction to rmain on the gentle slope of the tree's roots, at the expense of all the muscles on his down-hill side. He was grateful for the dawn just because he could stop failing at sleeping. He dreded it because he knew the sleep that eluded him was desperately needed by his exhausted body.
There was no sunrise, after all, only a general ligthtening of the sky, a progression from black to a dirty grey and finally a washed out off-white.
The dragons stirred.

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Like Locusts
Tuesday. 8.2.05 9:44 pm
My sister is reading a book called "When Bad Christians Happen to Good People" by Dave Burchett. Here is a quote that she put on her xanga that I found to be interesting:

"Last night I had a dream. I went shopping with Jesus. We were browsing through a Christian book superstore. He stopped at the What Would Jesus Do? bracelet display. I found out what Jesus would do. He moved on. Jesus picked up the Testamints breath mints and examined them. Next he saw the Jesus and His dog statue portraying a young Jesus with a German shepherd. Did I see Him chuckle? The Jesus Saves air freshener for cars caught His attention. He looked around at the rows of products and aisles of books, row after row of books about Jesus and how to know Him and be like Him and so on and so on. "Why do you make faith so complicated?" He asked quietly. "I didn't say figure Me out. I said follow me." That woke me up."

I think I might read that book one of these days because that is a topic that I run into often in my everyday life. Many people I know would love to believe in something but they are frightened away from Christianity just because they meet simply the wrong Christians and that ruins everything.

Today was my first day of work at the warehouse for the summer and it was very fun. It was quite odd because this fellow had a warehouse in the area which was doing just terribly and he wanted to move all of his product (fleece: blankets, jackets, scarves, etc.) to our warehouse so that we could manage it better. All this was complicated by the fact that he had been trying to manage his own warehouse from New York City. So he asked us if we would kindly come and pick up all of his boxes and transport them in trucks to our warehouse. When we got there we had to wait around the corner... apparently before we stripped his warehouse of product he had to fly in from a meeting in Chicago and fire all of his employees. He was a little afraid that they would be angry and come back and shoot us all with oozies. I told them it would be ok because I was armed with my dad's box cutter. Luckily I didn't have to resort to that eventuality. When we arrived we met the company's one remaining employee, a cute 20-something named Adam. Sure, Adam had been fired just like everyone else, but he technically didn't have to leave until the end of the day and he wanted to make as much money as he could.
The project was supposed to take about three hours, but we could see as soon as we arrived that it was going to take more like three days to complete. There were boxes everywhere, stacked on racks, organized into piles, randomly stacked on each other... everywhere. It was in the upper 90s today, which also made our adventure a little more taxing.
quotes:
"I can't have my hair long, it has too much African in it... I saw this one guy... I was like, dude, you look like a walking microphone!"
-Mark
"I've got to get new pants- these pants have more holes in them than a golf course."
-Mark
"If you wrap that any faster, I think you're going to be traveling through time."
-Mark (of course) to Adam

By the end of the day I think we were all thoroughly convinced that we should hire Adam for ourselves, and boss seemed rather relieved that the one guy he had actually regretted firing that morning seemed to have gotten another job by lunchtime. I got to meet the new guy, too, Edwin. He's really nice. He and Mark dared me to stand on a concrete pilon and do the Karate Kid crane thing, so I did and just as I was assuming the pose Mark whistled really loud so the guys in the adjacent lot would look over. They just looked really confused. :P The ice cream man kept driving by and we considered trying to barter some fleece for some ice cream (heyyyy, you must be so cold in that there ice cream truck! You need a fleece...) and we found the perfect spot in the warehouse for taking extended breaks, as there was a staircase leading to a flat platform next to some huge rolls of fleece fabric. All you need to do is pull out a length of fleece for the bottom and a length of a different color for your quilt and voila! nap time!
Much to the New York owner's chagrin, the job did take more than three hours (6 hours so far)and is still only a fourth finished. I guess we'll just have to come back tomorrow! The owners peeled back Adam's layoff a couple days so he could answer the phone and accept UPS packages and help us tomorrow. Lesson to be learned here: Keep a positive and helpful attitude upon being fired and good things will fall into your lap. Become bitter and go home... and you'll have a bad attitude and no job!
Adam asked us if it was our job to just go around and clean out other peoples' warehouses after they've been shut down. It made me feel like those aliens in Independence Day that "go from planet to planet like locusts, devouring all the natural resources before moving on". We don't usually do that. What a crappy job that would be. It was so weird to be in that place, with all the desks abandoned, all the normal office crap left just wherever it happened to be when the owners showed up this fateful Tuesday morning... the lingering spirits of the recently fired clinging to everything in sight....

This lady came into to buy a couple lengths of mesh in the morning. She said that she had called but she had had to leave a message because nobody answered. I told her that we were right in the middle of moving and I apologized for not answering the phone. Somewhere during the conversation I think it became apparent that all of the usual people weren't there and she started to feel like she had just intruded on something just a little bit sinister. I felt like all the normal employees had been murdered and we were doing a poor job at acting like nothing was wrong while we searched for places to hide their bodies.

mood: calves aching mood
listening to: O-Town- Suddenly (really great song, by the bye)

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Nazi Test!
Monday. 8.1.05 7:39 pm
Der Resistance
Achtung! You are 38% brainwashworthy, 13% antitolerant, and 61% blindly patriotic
Welcome to the Resistance (Der Widerstand)! You believe in freedom, justice, equality, and your country, and you can't be converted to the the dark side.

Breakdown: Your Blind Patriotism levels are borderline unhealthy, but you show such a love of people from everywhere and a natural resistance to brainwashing, you would probably focus your energy to fight Fuehrer with furor, so to speak.

Conclusion: Born and raised in Germany in the early 1930's, you would have taken up ARMS against the oppressors. Or even your friends' oppressors. Congratulations!

Less than 5% of all test takers earn a spot in Der Resistance!



My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 50% on brainwashworthy
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You scored higher than 5% on antitolerant
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You scored higher than 82% on patriotic
Link: The Would You Have Been a Nazi Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid

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Phish and Philosophy
Monday. 8.1.05 4:33 pm
watching: my mistakes play like a movie before me
listening to: garth brooks
mood: in suspension


Today I went for a bike ride with my mother early in the day. I've been a lot more active lately, I don't know why, I eat less and exercise more- sometimes I exercise instead of eating, I'm not sure if I'm developing good habits or bad ones. After "lunch" which was basically just one of the cookies my mother was making and a little bit of dough, I played a bit of DDR which thoroughly wore me out.
I played that song that goes, "Nice, sweet, fantastique". I used to have that song, those three words of that song, stuck in my head for days at a time, all because of Michael. He used to play that song, I think, sophomore year, when he wasn't playing Candy. Anyway, having that song stuck in my head made me think of him. I hope things aren't different next year now that Shit Has Gone Down. I definitely believe in the 'sistas before mistas' approach to relationship conflicts, but what if the 'mista' in question is much more like a friend to you than he ever was a 'boy'? How do you choose between feuding 'sistas'? I guess for now I'll just take the Harry Potter approach and while one friend is clearly in the wrong and the other clearly in the right I'll just hang in there, keep very quiet, and hope that eventually there can be a reconciliation.

Somethings have been happening lately that have made me really annoyed, but recently I realized that what this particular guy is doing to me at the moment is not unlike what I was doing to a different guy last summer, and I wonder if what is annoying me so thoroughly is what he is actually doing, or the way I can see this undesirable trait mirrored in myself. Just like I think that everyone needs to have their heart broken (just so they appreciate how it feels when they break the hearts of others), I think people can really benefit from seeing the bitchy crappy things they do visited upon them. That is, if you can admit that what's going on is some sort of cosmic learning experience, if not blatent cosmic payback, and you should take heed. I just wish I had these bad things happen to me before I had a chance to do them to other people, so I would be able to stop myself. They say good judgement always comes from experience, which very often comes from bad judgement. Cruelly true.

Anyway, after DDR I slept until 3:00 in the afternoon when my mother came back home. So much for partying up my last day of freedom before I start work tomorrow. Somehow knowing that I only have at best two or three weeks of work ahead of me makes it way easier to start than the way it is usually, when I have the whole summer of work to look forward to.

In other news, I was cleaning Poisson's fish bowl today (Poisson is the fish we're taking care of for our french pals while they are in France) and I came upon the realization that the technique I had been using all last month during my geology research trip for pouring off clays from the heavier minerals was the perfect technique for pouring fish dirt off the multi-colored rocks at the bottom of the fish tank! It was a problem I had been struggling with for all the time I've had my fish- how do you pour off the dirt without losing the rocks down the drain? It's so simple! just put the rocks in a ziploc bag, "agitate" them, and then tilt the bag to pour out everything that goes into suspension. The dirt will go into suspension, the rocks won't. Easy as pie. I felt like John Travolta in Phenomenon when he realizes finally that he has accidentally enclosed the offending garden-eating rabbit inside his rabbit-proof fence. I wish there were as easy answers to all of life's questions.

Wow, thunder is loud.

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Molecules
Tuesday. 7.26.05 10:56 pm
Sometimes she would lie in the grass and gaze with an unfocused eye at the sky. She saw things floating there, between the grass the clouds. They were round and iridescent, a perfect circle within a larger circle. She only really saw them out of the corner of her eye, but they were everywhere. Maybe they were trompes d'oeil, created by some combination of the summer sunshine, her cornea, and her brain trying to make sense of it all. Most likely they were bits of pollen or dust catching the light just so, who knows, but at the time she was convinced they were molecules. She noticed, after a while, that other didn't seem to see them, but neither could they see molecules. It could be that she was the only girl in the world who could see molecules with her bare eyes. No one would believe her, of course, but they didn't have to. She was perfectly content keeping her amazing skill a secret, giving nothing to the disbelieving scientists, just enjoying nature that much more by looking at its drifting, interacting building blocks on a summers' day. Time has gone by since such carefree days, and she has learned much more about the nature of molecules. But don't tell anyone...

sometimes she can still see them.

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