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
Tuesday. 1.18.11 11:29 pm
Julian was napping again
Saturday. 1.15.11 12:43 am
Julian was napping again, curled up in the single square of sunshine that perpetually illuminated the wall next to the instrument panel, a velcro strap haphazardly lashed about his body to keep it from drifting away. In the early days Jane had constantly reminded him about both the hazards of napping instead of exercising and the excess dose of radiation he was giving himself by lying in the sunshine.
"You'll never be able to walk when you get back," she would caution. "You'll develop all kinds of nasty cancers."
Julian never responded to these kinds of comments. He would open one eye, lazily, like a cat, look at her, smile broadly, yawn, and return to napping. Jane sometimes had a very private feeling that returning was not part of Julian's plan at all.
For the sake of mission tranquillity, she had stopped commenting on Julian's sleeping habits. She was sure Mission Control had enough to say to Julian about his lethargy and lack of cardiovascular fitness without her additions.
Today she was studying gamma ray bursts. The comm-delay1 between the module and Mission Control had grown to five minutes one-way, which had effectively eliminated the possibility for conversation. Mission Control mostly communicated with them now via short digital messages, which appeared on the simple, green communications monitor they affectionately called the "Honey-Do".
Once a day, in what Headquarters had scheduled to be the morning, they would receive a list of commands and descriptions of activities that they were meant to perform for the day. Some days they would be testing the effects of radiation on bacteria (Julian had to move from his napping square for hours at a time). Some days they would attempt to detect faint galaxies or measure cosmic radiation, which required them to close the window altogether and stare out the other side of the command module into the endlessness of outer space. On these days Julian liked to turn on electronic synthesizer music to "set the mood". Occasionally he would disappear for a short while and then slink along the ceiling to surprise them in the darkness. It was a harmless joke, but Ryan was easily startled and never thought it was very funny.
1 Julian preferred the abbreviation "unications-ay"
Cheer Up, Emo Kid
Sunday. 1.9.11 8:20 pm
So I decided not to draw anything else until I finished my thesis. That didn't work out very well [I just haaad to use my BRAND NEW SKETCHBOOK!]:
The girl reminds me of what I always thought unicornasaurus might look like, but I don't know why, because I don't remember if I know what unicornasaurus looks like. The reference was on Deviantart, it was a stock photo.
Things I've Always Wanted to Say
Saturday. 1.8.11 4:02 pm
1. "Don't worry about it, kid."
2. "And I'll be laughing all the way to the bank."
3. "Well then I'll see you in HELL!"
4. "Do I think ill of you? That is to presume I think of you at all."
5. "If the devil owned this place and Hell, he'd rent this place out, and live in Hell."
6. "Casserole? I'm making a kickasserole!"
7. "Hats off!"
8. "What happened to you out there in that jungle?"
9. "If you're on the shore, then you sure ain't me-o."
10. "Maybe in a thousand years, even you'll be worth something!"
But at the moment, I mostly just want to say #2.
Plagues and wars take people equally by surprise
Monday. 1.3.11 7:03 pm
I was walking home through the cold winter's night when I stopped short. So short, in fact, that my foot made a brief hopping shuffle-step to slow the lumbering inertia of the rest of my body.
There was a rat in the sidewalk.
It was dead.
Naturally this can only mean one thing:
THE BUBONIC PLAGUE.
I walked in a large circle around the dead rat and continued on my way.
Rats died in the street; men in their homes. And newspapers are concerned only with the street.
Farewell, dear readers...
The Midnight Clear
Saturday. 12.25.10 1:23 am
For lo!, the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
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