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
daydreaming my life away
Sunday. 9.5.04 3:22 pm
You know, whenever I daydream of something, it always doesn't happen. Like let us imagine that I daydream about getting a letter out of the blue. I might daydream about this every day for a month, but on the one day that I am too busy to think of it or I've finally actually completely given up- that's when it happens. This has the terrible side-effect that no matter what happens to me, it always takes me by surprise. Does this happen to everyone, or only me? I've gotten to the point where if I think of something that I want to happen I immediately curse myself for thinking of it because that absolutely means that it will never happen. By the sole act of thinking of it, I've destroyed any chance of it ever coming true. Another nasty side effect of this happens to be that I can never say, "Oh! I was hoping this would happen! Oh, how I dreamt of this day!" or maybe, "It's EXaCtlY what I wanted, how did you know?" Or maybe I could say this, and it would be true, but I never would have ever imagined that you would buy it for me. In fact, I had probably had been daydreaming that you would buy me something else, that I in fact did not exactly want, and your actual present is much better, but I didn't have the joy of imagining exactly what it might be. Alas. Such is a bitter curse. Just like when people call you when you've finally given up that they'll ever call and you don't really care or think about it anymore after a long time of thinking about it all the time and finally when you've reached this point of independence and enlightenment... BAM! Broadsided!
This is not about anything in particular, mind you, it was just thought.
In other news, my life is over. Just kidding. I just said that because that's what I want to say to Ranor when he gets back but he's not here and I don't know where he went and I really want to throw myself onto his bed/couch and exclaim dramatically that my life is over. Because it is. And you would understand if you were Ranor. But you're not. Unless you are, in which case unlock your room. :D
Thursday. 9.2.04 9:52 am
I have a bunch of classes now. See: Schedule. Callisto, my excellent fish, his bowl is green because I put some anti-biotics in it thanks to my excellent friend Ranor to stop Callisto's fin rot. Ew. Fin rot.
My couch has arrived alive thanks to MP (Military Police?). He was the only one who believed in my couch... the most optimistic person in our hall. I don't know if he looks at himself that way, but that's obviously what he is. Everyone else tut tutted and doubted that the magnificence of the couch could be contained by the ~7ft space I had made for it. Sure, my fridge and microwave are now sitting in the middle of my room blocking my desk drawers, but fie on the Disbelievers! MP can have first priority for sitting on my couch. And ten bucks, if he ever needs it or I secretly leave it on his desk in gratitude.
As for my George Bush [sticker], he wages his War On Terror on my wall, separated from that John Kerry [sticker] by a thin sliver of Huntley Bookstore [sticker] that prevents them from all out debate, which would render John Kerry in the "open" minds of hall voters hopelessly imperious and George Bush hopelessly one sticker short of a complete scrapbook, if you know what I mean.
I am formulating a plan to pay a visit to the Volcano on Saturday. WHO IS WITH ME!
Returning Mysteriously from the IMless Void
Tuesday. 8.31.04 12:43 am
I'm back at school again, making my room into paradise. I have been thinking about God again, because of the email to us warning us about the dangers of WEST NILE VIRUS. They said that there had been some dead birds found and they were put in plastic bags but the people who were supposed to pick them up hadn't come yet, so I could only imagine all these dead birds lying about in plastic bags all over campus, ah, on the way to math, a dead bird in the walk, how scenic! Doesn't he look just like a picture, how still he is! What is that sucking his blood? An adorable mosquito! And the school officials would tackle us and drag us away and quarantine us. They said that we should report any standing water. And I thought, by god, no one could hide standing water from me! They'll have their little hidden stashes of standing water and even though we are friends I will have to report them and all of their West Nile Activities. I thought I might write that out so that no one would have any false ideas about me and I could give my buddies a chance to hide or clean up their act because that's the only slack I could give them about the matter. DEATH TO STANDING WATER!
You're wondering what this has to do with God, right? Well, what if I said, "No matter where you hide, I'll find and report your standing water, by god!"
Would God be offended by that? Or would he be like, "haha, right-o what a cheery jest." I wonder if I said to God, "Why, God, I was only joking, having a bit of fun." if He is the kind of Guy who would say, "You know, Zanzibar, there are some things that we just don't joke about. One of those is the Name of the Lord." and I would say, "but isn't your name really Iovah or Yaweh or Father? God is just a general name like calling someone mom, and we make your mom jokes all the time and those are hilarious!" and God would sigh and say, "Breaking yet another of My Commandments isn't funny at all, no." errrrkk....
Or maybe He'd be like, "You know, you really oughtn'd to do that!" and then when we had got in the car and we were driving away, He'd smile indulgently and say, "though it was certainly a funny one, eh!" and we'd get an ice cream.
Those fools have made it impossible for me to take softball... good thing I have an ENTIRE BAG of softball nonense.
Off I go to dream about people that I'm not allowed to dream about. You know how it is.
watching: all the little froshies tomorrow heheheh
listening to: System of a Down
The Kristina and Z Perfect Husband List
Thursday. 8.26.04 12:48 pm
I realized that the entire perfect husband list is actually something like 7 or 8 pages long, so I will include some of the most important ones. (Keep in mind that some of these are Kristina's, some are mine, and some are both, and I'm not going to say which are which)
Ahem... in roughly the order in which we thought of them....
2. Likes to roll down grassy hills
3. Willing to polka
4. Likes to eat Chinese food
5. Will tolerate Luna Bars (doesn't think they have estrogen in them)
6. Likes to dance in the rain (run over graves in a thunderstorm!)
7. No samurai ponytail
8. likes silly hats
9. Believes me when I say that cakes age to perfection
10. Likes sidewalk chalk
11. Thinks pain is weakness leaving the body (except for when I'm in labor)
12. Will let me touch his hair
13. likes the Sexy Tractor song
14. not jealous of Prince William, Juanes, Matt Damon, Enrique Iglesias, or Ranor
15. wants a dog (but not a pansy-ass dog)
16. likes to travel to exotic places
17. likes to try new things (rock climbing! surfing!)
18. Appreciates nerdy/stupid jokes
19. Shares his flannel shirt
20. Loves PB&J
21. Is easily amused
22. Can open really difficult jars
23. Lets me draw on him
24. Lets me carry heavy things
25. Has mixed feelings about Canadians
26. Likes bubble baths (with toy ships or me or both)
27. watched TMNT and David the Gnome
28. has strange relatives
29. Isn't a huge fan of the Detroit Red Wings or Oakland Raiders
30. likes to skip rocks
31. likes to take pictures/be in them
32. makes a cute old man
33. doesn't turn into a werewolf/vampire
34. hasn't slept with 1002 women (Sultan or no Sultan)
35. not completely opposed to moving to Wisconsin
36. Doesn't wear biker spandex
37. doesn't cheat, steal, or lie, or tolerate those who do
38. Likes to munch on Lifesavers at night in a dark forest
39. can load a hay-bale into a pick-up truck w/o his shirt
40. has exotic and sundry talents
41. likes to give and get massages
42. looks good in a dadundadun (but wouldn't wear one in public)
43. looks good when he doesn't shave, but shaves
44. thinks about the vastness of the universe
45. twitches before falling into deep sleep
46. will kill bugs if they need to be killed, but will pray for their souls
47. isn't secretly gay
238th day of 2004
Today has been quite lovely as I woke up and read Curtain by Agatha Christie and then I was walking around suspiciously and wondering about people's true thoughts and trying to remember things I happen to notice which may be of importance later. So then I read this Animorph's book, because the Animorphs are awesome, and then I started reading this metaphysical book about capturing the essence of Intention that is a part of the Source of All Power in the Universe and using it to get everything you want (while I was fixing myself a delicious crunchy peanut-butter and grape jelly sandwhich). In the summary on the jacket, it said, "You cannot even begin to comprehend the ways in which this book will impact you..." and I remembered Mr. Engel and how he cursed anyone who used "impact" in a way that did not mean "to physically collide with" because he insisted that the other usage was absolutely incorrect. So at that moment I tried to comprehend the myriad of different ways that the book could impact me... perhaps flying up into my chin with a resounding WHACK! or sneakily throwing itself in an arc to crack the back of my skull! or maybe coming at me with its pages still spread wide in an attempt to sandwich my startled face in its leafy jaws.... He was absolutely right. I couldn't even comprehend the ways in which this book could impact me. So I started cracking up in my empty kitchen in my empty house. I felt like I was laughing at some socially inappropriate time, like while reading an essay prompt or during sentence correction in the SATs, when you dorkily find something humorous about the sentences and laugh aloud and everyone else thinks you are crazy.
But how can I help it? Everything seems particularly funny today. I should just quit all this reading and go do something very unfunny, like packing my things for school. Haha. hahahahaha.
Tuesday. 8.24.04 9:51 pm
I realized something extremely important. All these female action heroines are always running around trying to kick people's asses and what happens? They get their hair in their faces. I have a solution for them! It's called a rubber band. GET a rubber band, for crying out loud.
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