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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 World









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.
Getting Defensive
Sunday. 4.17.11 8:57 pm
My defense is on Tuesday!! YAYYYY! Ma dad is comin'! YAYYY!

I finally managed to figure out how to download a YouTube movie, clip it, and then insert it into a Powerpoint Presentation without losing resolution (and without getting a virus). And hey, I learned a lot about codecs along the way. My defense presentation is going to be AWESOME.

Meanwhile, The Mercury Paper that Won't Die, which I submitted last JULY, is now finally available online. I just have to go through the page-proofs which is proving to be a lot more complicated than I thought it would be.

Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous editors, or to take arms against a sea of meaningless typographical changes, and by opposing, draw out the process even longer? To die! To sleep no more!

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Looking Pretty
Thursday. 4.14.11 9:14 pm
After I handed in my thesis, I looked in the mirror and saw myself, gaunt, pale, with dark circles under my eyes, hair with ends like straw, an outfit made completely of navy sweat-clothes that are several sizes too large.

I went to Target.

I went to the health and beauty aisles. I was going to go on a shopping binge, and I was going to make myself look PRETTY, dammit!

So I bought a cucumber face mask. It came with a special cream made for putting under your eyes to make them look less tired. I also got some cream that is supposed to eliminate fine lines [my thesis gave me exactly three fine lines]. It was expensive. I got the ones for "sensitive skin" and the "hypo-allergenic" ones, since I'm sometimes allergic to things like that.

I used them for a couple of days. Everything was great. My skin was soft and smooth, and my under-eye circles seemed to be disappearing. I was so happy at the results, I slathered more on each day.


But I was allergic. It was a delayed reaction.


Now the sides of my face near my hairline, my left ear, and under my eyes have erupted in an incredibly itchy rash. The lymphnode near my ear has swollen. The rash extends around my left eye making the skin red and raised... all except for my three fine lines, which now stand out in sharp relief.

THANKS FOR NOTHING, STUPID PRODUCTS!! YOU ARE NOT MAKING ME PRETTY !!! I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!!

Now I'm just hoping the reaction will go away in time for my thesis defense next Tuesday. Until then I'll be sitting on my hands so I can resist tearing my face off with my fingernails.

HOW'S THAT FOR A HAPPY ENTRY, MIDDAYMOOOOOOON!

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Building Igloos
Tuesday. 4.12.11 9:35 pm
That afternoon I ended up in the ice-block quarry.

The ice sheet stretched away in every direction- flat, white, and featureless.



Our instructor had chosen a spot at random and plunged his hand saw into the ground. He easily sawed a straight line into the ice and then sat back and looked up at us, shielding his eyes from the unrelenting Antarctic sun. The saw dipped back into the ice sheet, sawing two perpendicular lines to make a brick. He grabbed a shovel and levered the block out of the ground.

You can dig an ice block quarry as deep as you would like. The sea is beneath you, somewhere, but you could build an mansion of ice blocks before you reached it, at least this time of year. We made the quarry three blocks deep. We learned quickly that the quality of your hand saw makes a big difference. I had a nice, new hand saw with a black grip and very pointed teeth. I sawed through the ice like it was butter.



We would saw a whole row, and then go back with a shovel to lever each one out, one at a time. We deposited them on a sledge, and the members of another crew would take them away to build ice walls around the camp. Ice walls were needed to protect the camp from the sea "breeze", which was roaring across the ice sheet, stirring up a haboob of snow with a vanguard of snow devils.

We wanted to have the ice-wall built before we ate dinner. The threat of nightfall seemed imminent, but our alarm was needless- there was no such thing as nightfall here.

Another group was building a small trench, only three blocks wide. They piled the blocks on the windward side as a wind break and carved a table and benches into the side of the trench. This was our kitchen. The people who had been setting up tents sat along the benches with their feet dangling into the trench and drank hot chocolate out of plastic mugs. Some people set up a stove on the table behind the wind-break and started cooking. Some rock-and-roll from a set of battery-powered speakers started drifting over to the ice quarry during the periods when the wind was at rest. Dinner consisted of packets of dehydrated food that had been expired since 2001. We filled them with hot water and ate them directly out of the packaging.

I felt lucky to be busy in the ice quarry: in Antarctica, being stationary meant being cold. As activity wound down, Mark and I cut some additional ice blocks and built a wind break around the quarry. We built a wall of ice blocks on either side of the quarry trench and placed three sleds across the top. We packed them with snow to insulate them. We marked the entrance with a small green flag on a long bamboo pole. This is required because it makes you easier to find if your snow shelter collapses. We mostly did it because we felt that it lent a bit of personality to our otherwise colorless dwelling. It occurred to me that like us, the bamboo was a long way from home.

Our camp

Igloos can be very warm, if constructed correctly. As we were Antarctica rookies, ours was not constructed correctly. First of all, we made an igloo that was plenty big enough for two people. This was a mistake. We also slept at the lowest point of our igloo. This was a mistake. We each crawled into our sleeping bags wearing every item of clothing we had available. This was also a mistake.





The night we spent in the igloo would be the coldest night we would experience in Antarctica.



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Oh No...
Sunday. 4.10.11 12:20 am
So I made reservations to fly to California for Alumni Weekend.

I booked it kind of late, so I ended up having to buy a weird flight that went out of Boston that was still moderately expensive. I booked it so that I would leave Sunday at 1 am to catch a red-eye back home, hoping to maximize my time in California.

Oh whoops, booking a flight that leaves on Sunday at 1 am means that I'm leaving SATURDAY NIGHT, not SUNDAY NIGHT.

To change it to the next night it would only cost $50, but since it's Continental, the change FEE is $150, meaning that I would be paying $200 to the pirates of Continental Airlines for BEING AN IDIOT. It would also add several hours and Chicago onto my itinerary.... LA-->Dallas-->Chicago-->Boston, all in the middle-of-the-night.

Or I could just leave on Saturday night and miss the alumni weekend events on Sunday that I already paid for. Not to mention how awesome I would feel when all of my friends asked me why I was leaving so early.

FML.

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So Very Close Now, So Very Close
Thursday. 4.7.11 2:15 am
The thesis is almost finished.

I have to write the acknowledgments, I have to nice-up some reference lists, I have to read the whole thing one last time.

That's not trivial, as it ended up being over 300 pages.

O-O

[to be fair, it is double-spaced]

Tomorrow I shall PRINT IT OUT! I shall put it into binders, and I shall give it to my thesis committee so that they can have ten days to read it before my defense.

I have also just finished my talk for tomorrow. I'm supposed to give an hour-long talk about whatever I want. Ok, not whatever I want, because I would give a talk about the history of hot air balloons in warfare, but anything I want that has to do with my thesis.

I chose a subject which requires me to show lots of very pretty pictures of Mars.

:D

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3:15 am
Monday. 4.4.11 3:14 am
The power went out. In the absence of power, I couldn't do any work. Hours and hours passed by.

When the power came back on, I drove to school to reboot my computer so that I could access it from home.

It wouldn't boot. No hard-drives could be recognized.

Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

I remembered that I had saved my thesis in an online dropbox. I went to the dropbox. No thesis. Oh yes, I remember, I was going to save it into the dropbox, but then it was too big and I got distracted.

HA!

Remember, silly, you're supposed to save your thesis in multiple places! I DID. They just all happened to be inaccessible at once. I still had most of the individual papers, just not put together into the beautiful formatted thesis document.

I tried to boot it again. I got some kind of boot menu. That was better than the calm black screen I had gotten before, advising me of a hardware malfunction, or the blue screen of death, filled with technical error codes that mean nothing to me and "hardware malfunction" to the forums.

I booted into safemode.

My files appeared.

I dragged them to the external drive.

I saved onto every drive I have in my possession, the same files, over and over and over. Altogether it took from 11 pm til 3:15 am to get back to the place I was before the blackout, which started at 5 pm. Only now I don't have a computer.

I

hate

this

week.


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