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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
want to read: Last Hunger Games Book, Honeybee Democracy, The Bell Jar
Friday. 4.10.09 12:41 am
It's nearing 3 in the morning. Zebo and I are still in the lab, simulating the electric field around an infinite rectangular prism. (For the interested parties, if you took a square and dragged it through space, you could make a cube, or you could make the third dimension infinite, and you would end up with an infinite rectangular prism).
Zebo is exhausted but determined. I made her take this class with me. It has led to an all nighter almost every week for the whole semester. We sit in silence. Suddenly:
"You know... I don't know if I should say this... but this is the hardest I've had to think... in a really long time."
Yes. Now Zebo knows why I do this to myself.
Wednesday. 4.8.09 11:17 pm
My secret crush from church on Sunday, also known as "The Elusive Sasquatch", did not appear at the graduate student council meeting. I had made an internal deal with myself that if he came I wouldn't be a pain in the ass (like I am normally during these meetings), but if he didn't come I would be. So he didn't, and I was, and the legislation that I didn't want to get passed ended up being passed in a watered down, lame-duck form that even its main proponent (the president of the council) called a "largely symbolic gesture".
In other news, I simulated a uniformly charged, infinite rectangular prism.
Tuesday. 4.7.09 9:27 pm
I walk into the Javanese gamelan room and he's already there, his back to me, playing the bonang panerus. I always liked him but I never really *noticed* him until he chopped off about 20 inches of hair and arrived a rehearsal looking tall and clean-cut. I'm late-- there was food after the talk that I was forced to go to, and I had to hover around the table until they starting serving it so I could get my fair share of free food. Believe it or not, most of a graduate career is spent in precisely this manner.
I apologize, but he doesn't mind. He wants to compare notes-- we form an interlocking counter-melody in the first piece we're playing and our professor hasn't given him the last part of his yet. As we lean over our hastily scribbled notations, trying to figure out his part from what I know of mine, I notice that suddenly that we're so close we're almost touching. He leans in and we are touching. He is testing to see whether or not I will adjust my position myself to re-establish my space. I don't.
Finally I move back over to my instrument, the bonang barung. He asks me when our concert is and I remind him that it's on my birthday. He asks me how old I will be. I will be twenty-five.
He can't hide his surprise. He asks if I took some time off between undergrad and grad. I tell him that I didn't, and say the math out loud: "22+3 years of graduate school...."
"How old are you?" I finally ask.
"What year are you?" I ask even though I already know.
Suddenly I feel very old indeed.
STAY TUNED FOR TOMORROW'S ADVENTURE: ZANZIBAR AND THE SASQUATCH!
Tuesday. 4.7.09 11:00 am
Once again, I bring you this important bulletin from the Future Leaders of America:
To: All Students
Subject: SAFETY: Brown's Safer-Sex Dance (win SPG tickets!)
Bringing back safer sexy together on April 11th @ Grad Center Lounge (10pm-2am). A celebration of safer sex with DJ Tramp of WBRU. Free water, free condoms, free lube, free love, freedom. Best "safety outfit" wins a prize. $3/Door. Presale Tues 4/7 and Weds 4/8 @ JWW mailroom from 10AM-2PM (+ enter a raffle to win SPG tickets and a "I want to talk about sex" t-shirt!).
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.
Hosanna in the Highest!
Sunday. 4.5.09 4:08 pm
It was Palm Sunday today, and Rhodes revealed to us that she, too, is a Lutheran, and she heard through the grapevine that Angle and I were Lutherans and she would like to go to church with us. That makes... 5! Not just five Christians, but five Lutherans in our department. Zounds. We decided to go to a church we'd never been to, a United Church of Christ, since the closest Lutheran church is in Massachusetts. Plus we heard that the UCC church was going to have a parade with palms for everyone and children leading a donkey around the block. When we arrived, we ran into my Phase Equilibria professor, decked out in a choir robe. He introduced us to his wife, also in the choir, who was surprised to learn that we were from the Geology department. We paraded around the block with the donkey, waving our palms and holding up traffic and singing "Hosanna in the highest".
We also saw my most recent secret crush, whose name is still a mystery. This crush began last semester when used to see him erasing boards and boards full of equations in the Engineering/Physics building. Then starting this semester he showed up at the Graduate Student Council to represent his department. At that point I was going to come up to him and "welcome" him to the council, but I got involved in an ideological debate with Rhodes and he passed us by on his way out. A month later when the next meeting took place, it was a bit too late to welcome him.
But NOW we find him singing in the CHOIR at a local church with a bunch of old people and my awesome PHASE EQUILIBRIA professor! I managed to catch his eye for a fraction of a second, and he smiled as if in recognition.
BWAHA~! Now at the council meeting on Wednesday I can totally say, "Hey, I saw you at church-- so you're in the choir?"
I think I might also find myself called to attend church on Maundy Thursday and Good Friday, as apparently the choir will be regaling us with some new songs they've been working on....
I've never joined a choir before...
Money Money Money
Sunday. 3.29.09 11:43 am
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