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
Peanut Butter Jelly Time
Friday. 10.12.12 12:17 pm
My Canadian and I decided to have PB&J for lunch. I had all of the ingredients, so we went to the break-room and started assembling it. The french secretaries were AMAZED and DELIGHTED. Apparently they had heard of the "mystical" habit of Americans eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but they had never seen a REAL AMERICAN in the process of ACTUALLY EATING ONE in PERSON before. We asked if they wanted to try some, but it was too weird for them. One of them tried a bite of peanut butter. "Oh wow," she said, "that's quite good!"
Yeah. I know.
Busy Busy Busy
Saturday. 10.6.12 2:16 am
I've been gone for the last three weekends, and I'm taking off again. Interesting for me, not so great for my fantasy football team.... Well this weekend I'm going to the french countryside to eat lots of food, spa myself in a hammam, and dance the night away. It is my friend's birthday so I guess I better go buy her a present. Chocolate store, here I come!
Wednesday. 9.12.12 12:16 pm
French1: Well I believe that some studies have shown that Alzheimer's is more common among populations who have lower levels of brain activity. That is why it is more commonly found in America, because they use their brains less than everyone else.
The Canadian: What?
French 1: Well, look at the TV there, and you can see.
MP (to me): Did you hear what she just said about Americans? Are you going to take that?
Me: Oh whatever, that's just French1, she says all kinds of things against America.
MP: Yeah, well, she thinks that the french people are the best people in the world. Though to be fair, looking at me, one can understand how she might think that.
And it was like...
Sunday. 9.2.12 10:39 am
Saturday. 9.1.12 1:05 pm
Ehhhhh, so I was just on the metro and there was a well-dressed middle-aged woman walking through the car crying "I'm hungry! I'm hungry! I'm hungry!" She asked everyone if they had a restaurant ticket or some money or whatever. People do this all the time but this time it was weird because she seemed like she was practically in tears. I couldn't see her through the crowd. I got off the metro and she got off, too. She knelt down at the very edge of the quay as the train started speeding off, her head inches from the train. Everyone who had gotten off looked back at her but nobody stopped. I usually don't approach people because I feel like I can't speak french well enough, but this time I figured I'd better do something.
I came up and said, "Is everything ok, Madame?" She didn't look at me. "I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten in days," she said. I moved her gently back from the edge of the platform. A couple who had been moving towards the exit came back and joined us. They asked her if everything was ok, and she said that she had horrible kids and a horrible life and she hadn't eaten in days and she just wanted a sandwich. We moved her back to the platform seats and I gave her my last five bucks. I told her gently that now she could buy herself a sandwich and maybe she would feel better once she ate. The man only had fifty cents, and the woman didn't have anything besides twenties and little bits of change, so she shrugged helplessly. The woman asked if we had anything more but that was it. She angrily turned away. We started to walk away and she called out "Thank you" after us.
As we walked up the stairs, the three of us shared the hope that she wasn't going to throw herself in front of the next train.
alllghgghghhhh should I have done more? I probably should have taken her for a sandwich and some coffee and listened to her story, you know? I wish I spoke french better.... :C.... as it is I have no idea where she could go for help. I'm always imagining rescuing someone in the metro from an oncoming train... maybe I missed my opportunity. :C
There's a seat here alongside me
Tuesday. 8.28.12 5:38 pm
Working out like Whoa
Sunday. 8.26.12 4:55 pm
Today I met some of my parkour buddies for a "real world" training session. Usually we do everything in the gym so we don't kill ourselves, but this time we went to Chinatown to jump around on some real obstacles. The chinese thought that we were very interesting. Our leader, Prince, is pretty good. He single-handedly increased my standing long jump by about a foot with just one piece of advice. [I wish I'd had that piece of advice when I was doing long jump in college!]. Most of the training was just muscle-building stuff, but we did it in fun ways, like balancing on and jumping over rails and climbing walls. After a couple of hours my quads were jelly. Then we ate at McDonald's and everyone talked about how fat Americans are. I had brought my lunch from a sandwich place, so I just watched them eat large amounts of food and listened. One of my friends said that in America you have infinite refills so most people probably just save their McDonald's cup and take it with them to McDonald's so that they can serve themselves. I was all like, "Woah, man, Americans may be fat but they are not dishonest!" Plus, seriously, what American could keep track of a McDonald's cup long enough to reuse it? We throw that shit away, moran! But seriously, french people are way more dishonest about little things like that than Americans are. This is probably the real reason why endlessly refillable drinks hasn't caught on here.
Sorry, I seem to be hard on french people sometimes. They're actually pretty great. The rest of the time we talked about our favorite Hollywood couples and how sad it was that Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis and Will and Jada broke up and how awesome it was that we landed a probe on Mars. And how often they each defraud the metro system. And parkour, of course.
Anyway, by this time I couldn't even stand on my legs, so I went and played four hours of soccer.
Now I am lying on my floor totally pumped from all my working out but unable to stand up to make any dinner. It is 11 pm by now so maybe I'll just skip it. But I'm so hungry. Can someone make me some spaghetti please? Oh what? I live alone? Oh yeah. Merde.
EDIT: Will and Jada are still together, I checked The Internet. Rumors were circulating, but W & J say that they don't have a bit of truth. Praise the Lord.
Madonna and the masculinist boots
Saturday. 8.18.12 12:44 pm
OH IT IS SO HOT. OH IT IS SO HOT.
I am dripping sweat. DRIPPING. It is testament to my low sweat production/ living most of my life in dry climates/ ubiquity of air conditioning that I have dripped sweat probably less than five times in my life, even while exercising.
Last night MP and I went to a movie. It was probably the weirdest movie-going experience I've ever had. It took place in an outdoor club on the edge of the Seine. The bottom level of the club was a parking lot with construction equipment in it. We weren't allowed to go down there. Some dude was spinning techno, but weird, boring techno that it was impossible to dance to. Everyone there was at least 10 times as chic as I was, but the security guard let me in anyway. An hour and a half after the movie was supposed to start, they made us get headphones. Two film nerds stood in the middle of a throng of drinking and dancing Parisian bobos (bourgeois-bohemians), explaining the use of masculinist bedazzled boots to achieve a social commentary in the film starring Madonna that we were about to see. They went on for fifteen minutes, but you could only hear them through the headphones. MP rolled his eyes and ripped his headphones off, listened to the techno music for a few seconds and then put his headphones back on. The movie started, projected from a spindly spider-web of green plexiglass onto a concrete wall. We and about five other people watched the movie, while everyone else smoked and drank and danced and flirted and did pot. Which was interesting, because everyone in the movie was smoking and drinking and dancing and doing pot, so I felt the total immersion. The movie ended at 12:30 am and the second movie of the double header began, but we made like trees and got out of there.
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