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 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
Tuesday. 4.23.13 10:40 am
We are loping along the sidewalk in a part of Paris that I have never been. On our left there is high-rise building after high-rise building. On our right is a set of dirty train tracks and broken metal fences, bordered on the far side by the river Seine. The Eiffel Tower is at our backs, exploding out of the pavement at the end of the street. I turn around every five minutes to make sure it's still there. I am trailing behind my friends by a few feet. They are talking about unimportant things-- movies, books, astrophysics. Every ten feet there is a tree surrounded by a square of lush, unruly grass overflowing with bright yellow dandelions. My gait feels cyclical: dandelions, pavement, dandelions, pavement, Eiffel Tower, dandelions, pavement. The sweet cadence of my beloved friends discussing astrophysics in a language I struggle to understand provides a rich harmonic. For only the second time in months, the sun shines brightly and warmly upon the pavement, illuminating the bobbling dandelion heads.
I haven't thought about work all day, it suddenly occurs to me. I've barely thought about work all weekend. We spent an entire hour today just sitting by the edge of the Seine, watching the water flow by and talking about fantasy novels and the Higgs Boson. We just hung out, full stop. I didn't think about anything but the warm cement against my skin. When was the last time I did that? Is this what life is like outside of grad school-- just strolling along the sidewalk on a sunny day, talking about nothing, celebrating the bursts of green and yellow vegetation exploding with life from the cement? Where was the ever-present cloud of guilt and agitation which has hung over every moment of my free time since God-knows-when?
I nod back at the dandelions. Yes, dandelions. I'm bursting with life, too.
Saturday. 4.20.13 4:15 am
I haven't updated in a little while. I've been pretty busy. My lab took a little trip to the countryside where we listened to everybody from the whole consortium of labs talk about their planetary science research. I got to hear about what French people reaaaaally think of Americans. Which is that they think that we 1) have a giant amount of money to spend on space research (so the Europeans shouldn't feel too bad that their space program is way lamer) 2) that we are militaristic (they were describing the Deep Impact mission, where we crashed something into a comet and then took pictures of what happened, as being 'so typically American') 3) That we are a bit anal about deadlines (a guy gave a talk about how working on the Curiosity Rover at JPL in California was like being in prison because everybody worked with military-like precision on round-the-clock shifts to maximize the science output of the mission... to give a counter-point, the Italians have an active radar instrument on a satellite currently in orbit around Mars which they TURN OFF during the ENTIRE MONTH of August because nobody wants to miss his vacation. Active space mission. Millions of dollars per year here.) They also think that Americans don't actually have their own culture, and that our culture is just a mix of a bunch of different cultures (they have clearly forgotten that culture is our biggest export). They were laughing about our obsession with receiving money promptly (most American enterprises won't start working on a collaborative project until the first money arrives in the bank), but then they began lamenting the fact that due to bureaucracy they have collaborating nations who finished their work more than a year ago and have yet to be paid. Some people came up to me afterwards and apologized that their colleagues were being so frank about what they think of my countrymen. I was not fazed... just think about how much more awkward it would be for a Frenchman hearing what Americans really think about his countrymen!
On the other hand we got to learn that they find that working with the Russians to be mind-bogglingly frustrating because you can't trust anything they say vis-à-vis deadlines or costs. I told them that you just can't trust communists. They said that now that I live in France I'll have to change my mind and learn to love Russian and the commies. NEVER.
The event was at a luxury golf resort and spa, and all of our lunches and dinners were three courses with five pieces of cutlery and two types of wine. The quality of the food was.... amazing. Especially the french toast made from a slice of brioche and covered with french vanilla ice cream and hot fudge. O.o
When I returned I ran straight to an Argentinian tango class that I found on meetup.com. The room we were supposed to be using was locked so the guy took us to a real tango club. It was in a small alleyway through an unmarked door up several flights of stairs and into what seemed like an apartment but was actually a club. It was the first time I had ever danced the Argentinian tango, but surprisingly my other dance experience held me in good stead and by the end of the evening I was dancing with everybody in the room. I finally got home around 11 pm.
My So-Called Life
Friday. 4.5.13 5:57 pm
Tuesday. 4.2.13 4:35 pm
So the Hawaiians rejected me. But they accepted my friend, which is actually pretty cool. Let's take a moment to mourn my Hawaiian life that could-have-been....
Let's see... I would have lived in Waikiki on the island of Oahu. I might have bought Crater Boy's surfboard off him (it's a long, foam board). When there were waves, I'd go surfing, who are you kidding. When there weren't any waves, I'd go snorkeling. One of the best snorkeling bays is right up the road. I'd hike up Diamondhead and catch lizards around the old WWII bunkers.
I'd revive my old long-board that I used to have in California (depending on the state of the sidewalks) and I'd skate from my house to the University. On weekends I'd take off around the island. Dole Pineapple Plantation, pineapple frozen yogurt, hedge maze. I'd take my surfboard up to Bonzai Pipeline to watch the pros.
When I got really bored, I'd fly to the big island to check out some sweet geology. Green sand beach, black sand beach, the southernmost point, ash deposits, sand dunes made of ash, a giant volcano with lava spilling out everywhere. Snowcapped volcanic peaks covered in some of the best telescopes in the world. Unbelievable views of the Milky Way Galaxy. Trips to Kauai and Maui, to hike waterfall trails and lounge on tropical beaches.
When I wasn't surfing, which would be almost never, I'd pop on down to the marine biology lab where they study coral, dolphins, and sharks. I'd meet a replacement shark-boy, only he'd be studying dolphin language, and I'd help him finally crack the dolphin-language code so that we could speak to our brother dolphins. It would be kind of awkward because he would see Shark-boy at all of the year's most important conferences during which Replacement Shark-boy would be receiving all kinds of accolades for his amazing work. More awkward still, I'd be in all of the photos of the dolphins in the presentation, since obviously the dolphins would feel most comfortable talking to me.
And when I was working? Ah yes, that would be one of the best parts. I would work on WHATEVER I WANTED. I'd work with all of the Mercury people on Mercury stuff, I'd work with the legions of Hawaiian volcanologists on volcano stuff, I'd work on wind and sand dune stuff complete with measuring dunes made of volcanic ash in the FIELD, and I'd work on my favorite Mars formation whenever I wanted, no longer under cover of darkness. And I'd get paid nearly THREE TIMES AS MUCH AS I AM PAID NOW.
Yeah, ok, the gasoline and food would cost more. Yeah, ok, I heard that they occasionally have cockroaches. Yeah, ok, it's an island and everything else is really far away from it.
BUT. BUT. BUT.
We have to think of the dolphins here.
Let's consider the dolphins. Please change your mind, Hawaii.
Star of the County Down
Monday. 4.1.13 4:31 pm
So I planned a little trip for myself to Ireland in May. I'm flying into Dublin, driving along this lovely coastal highway near a lough and through the hill country to 'where the mountains of Morne meet the sea'. After that I'll go on to the grave of St. Patrick and finally on into Belfast. From there I'm going to the Giant's Causeway (GEOLOGY!!!)
and the Carrick-a-rede rope bridge,
Dunluce Castle and the Glens of Antrim. After that it'll be Donegal and the Sliabh (Slieve?) League Cliffs and the Silver Strand... stay the night, drive down to Galway, see what they know. From here I'll start heading back to Dublin across the middle of Ireland, stopping for the Festival of Fire, which is apparently a revival of the ancient pagan festival of Beltane, and consists of playing traditional music, lighting giant bonfires, and watching people dressed up like ancient Irish warriors ride horses across the plains. Only they added modern bands and FIRE DANCERS. It's supposed to be "family friendly". At last I shall return to Dublin and fly to the meeting I have to go to in England, as the planet Mercury is not going to explore itself.
So far my favorite thing about Ireland is the fact that half the places on the map sound like they belong in some awesome fantasy novel. The other half of the places on the map I've already heard of a million times in Irish songs. Take, for example, the Star of the County Down.... apparently there is an actual County Down.... like Down County. What?!
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down.
I have all of the Pimsleur lessons I need to learn Gaelic, so I guess I should get started.
Friday. 3.29.13 10:22 am
Me: Wazzup homies?
French3: Whazzah ohmie?
Me: No. Wazzzzup, hhhomie. G-funk.
French3: Is that what Americans are saying these days?
Me: No. We were saying that like... in the 90s I think. Really old-school Gs.
French3: So what could we say in present-day America?
Me: I guess you could still say, 'Wazzup dawg'
Mr. Mime: Whazzah doggie?
Me: No, you can't say that. Wazzzup dawg.
French3: Wazzup hot dog.
Me: No, you definitely can't say that.
French3: But what if she is a good looking girl? Then she would be a hot dog.
Me: No. She definitely wouldn't. Anyway, 'dawg' is something you call guys. If you want to call your girlfriend something, though, you can call her 'boo'.
Mr. Mime: Bou.
French3: 'Ey my Bou?
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