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
Saturday. 10.9.04 10:56 pm
For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man.
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold
Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in the solitary walk;
And let the mountain-winds be free
To blow against thee: and, in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into sober pleasure; when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Thursday. 9.23.04 10:39 am
Saturday. 9.18.04 10:58 pm
A schedule of Events
Friday. 9.17.04 11:44 pm
The upcoming weeks:
Private Tour of The Reagan Ranch with speakers and free Republican junk (tomorrow)
Surfing (hopefully Sunday unless I don't get anything done)
Oceanside (if I get to go to the leadership conference, which I may not if I go surfing on Sunday instead of to church)
The Space Ship Launch. A race for 10 million dollars to build completely civilian three seater space craft is finally finished. The launch is from Mojave Airport. Be there at 5am, launch is at 7! (Wednesday, September 29th)
TRONA Gem-O-Rama Playing in the mud, swimming in the salt lakes, looking for these awesome crystals (some as big as your leg!) (October 9-10)
If you want to come on any of these adventures, contact me and I will write your name on a seat in The Adventure Camry. Plus, we can go up to the observatory and study quasars through the one meter telescope with the visiting Prof from Caltech. I'll tell you when I get the information!
Elect Bill Jones!
Thursday. 9.16.04 3:34 am
Nothing is so interesting as a car full of young and idealistic campus Republicans. You get questions such as, "Are we the only Republicans on the 5-Cs?" and "My friends who are conservative leaning are afraid to express their opinions... should they be?" and "Does the workload ever change here at Pomona?" and before I can answer, "yes, it gets much much worse" he says, "Because it's killing me!" and I have to change to saying, "Ah, well, once you get the hang of it, it will be fine!"
But we all went to the fundraiser and I got the excellent job of seating everyone and guarding the door to make sure they didn't seat themselves before the Governator arrived. I was doing my duty with my new friends HaiYung and David, with HaiYang as our first line of defense. Unfortunately, HaiYung folded very easily and he ended up seating as many as seven old ladies "who couldn't stand up any longer" well before the ballroom was open. We made sure to ridicule him for his weakness while avoiding having to turn anyone away ourselves. Some women were so rude that they 1. did not ask us if the ballroom was open 2. walked right by when we tried to intercept them, and 3. physically brushed us aside and opened the door into our faces on their way in. Well there you go, terrorists. I guess that's the best way to get inside. Or you could ask HaiYung and he'll find your table for you! The sad thing was that these were just the kind of people who were who they were because they had spent their lives pushing aside people like us. As David said, "These people just smell rich."
"And how do rich people smell?"
We met Ben Stein briefly, and as the Governator never showed up because all planes into LAX were diverted due to a radar problem, he ran most of the show. Ahnold talked to us over the phone for a while, and that was sweet. Even said "Hasta la vista" at the end, and "did I do a good job, Bill?"
There weren't too many famous people there that we knew, but that's mostly because the Hollywood crowd leans to the other side, which Ben Stein said is perfectly fine with him. Ahnold said that he thought that Barbara Boxer was probably in charge of funding the power to the radar towers. ;)
When Bill Jones came in there was music and everyone was giving him a standing ovation and the pillars of the ballroom were flashing red white and blue and I was eating a dinner that cost $200-$500 a plate. Actually, though I got my own dessert, I had to share dinner with someone else, which was a weird experience because she just ate some and then gave her half eaten plate to me, and I, starving, picked out as much as was still edible and ate it with her remaining knife and dessert spoon. I didn't even know this woman, she was just one of the head volunteers. I got to sit with a lot of fabulously rich people and I took a picture of them for them, I wish I had stolen that seating chart because then I would know who it was that I was sitting with.
It was a fabulous experience and here are some memorable quotes:
"Oh, they are all the same. They're the College Republicans. They're all clones."
--woman answering her friend who thought that she just saw the same ticket-taker twice
"Oh, those boys are VERY good looking. Look how good looking those boys are! Very good looking!"
--woman in her late fifties commenting on the College Republicans. It's true. They really are clones.
Turns out I met a freshman who is from Colorado, went on the sea kayaking OA, knows all the same places I do, and was at the John Mayer concert at Red Rocks, sitting some 15 rows in front of me. In fact, I probably walked right past him seeing as Ann and I walked the whole place before deciding where to sit. Crazy.
Looks like since we are such good volunteers that Rob is going to hook us up with seeing ol' George W. I love it how I get to go on everything since there is practically only one of me on campus! :D
That reminds me of an excellent quote by Shan's future husband and my until recently "secret boyfriend": "You support Bush!? You are being indoctrinated!"
... by whom? Can a person indoctrinate herself?
Bill Jones seemed like a solid guy, but there is all this talk of California getting its fair share and California returning to its status as the Golden State and all that stuff. Yeah, I think California's getting MORE than its fair share. Though Ahnold did say that Cali only gets 77 cents for every dollar in taxes that they pay the government which isn't really fair, (except for maybe right this minute, when Cali is not being destroyed by four hurricanes and everyone else is), but it was surreal to see how big and important and big time all this was, coming from the Bob Schaffer campaign. There it was just the sweat and tears and hard work and there it was the big money and the big names and the plastic surgery. They want their name in lights, as the most important state in the union. Colorado wants someone who is going to represent their water rights in the Senate. It just was amazing what a different plane of existence these people live on. The other amazing thing was that I met people who actually hold my same opinions and beliefs. It was such an odd experience for me that I didn't know how to handle it. I kept waiting to disagree with them, since I've become generally skeptical and cautious, but what can I say, they surprised me. Bill Jones may really be the one for California. I guess we'll find out when he wins, eh? winkwink, nudge nudge!
Callisto's bowl is once again spotless. Man, I love that fish.
Saturday. 9.11.04 11:04 pm
Isn't it strangely coincidental that they are running Fahrenheit 9/11 at the school theatre on 9/11? I don't feel any agenda being forced on me, do you?
I have to believe in the right to bear arms, just in case I have to shoot myself.
I went hiking in Ice House Canyon today, and I could certainly see why Southern California is the best place to film movies. They have every kind of environment that you could ever want, all in the same place! Babbling brooks through leafy forests, 20 minutes outside the suburbs, winding rocky trails though dead trees, incredible desert vistas! We got on the subject of bird mating and mating in the animal kingdom, which in many cases just seems like plain rape. This conversation continuewhich some how ended in Kristina telling Lisa, "If you get raped by a wood-pecker, I am never speaking to you again."
We hiked to the top of Timber Mountain, from which we could see the high desert as well as a lot of the peaks of the San Gabriels. Lisa did not finally end up getting raped by any wood-peckers, but we met a friendly and well-built group of uniformed firemen.... ahem. Then we went back down to Claremont where it occurred to us that we were covered in dirt. But we went to dinner anyway.
"Woah, like, how can there be so many SAMOAS!?"
-guy looking at map in Oldenborg
"In Hawaii they shoot all the fish!"
"Yeah, like that one time when you called the paramedics? hahahaha"
"Are you trying to move it? The Harvey Mudd thing? That's going to be hard. I was one of the guys who STOLE it! HAHAHA"
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