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
Nocturne in mE flat
Thursday. 6.18.09 8:37 pm
Nighttime. My office. The rain is coming down steadily outside my window. I am listening to Nocturne in D Flat, Op. 27, Chopin. I am in love with Nocturnes. I am in love with the night, I am in love with the rain. I am so filled with love that it is brimming right over, spilling all over my paper-laden desk and dripping down the sides. A Prelude follows the Nocturne. It is hesitant and hopeful: I am neither of these things. My feelings for the night are too passionate to sympathize with the Prelude. I am committed, I have already leapt into the darkness, sparing no thought for what will be there to catch me. My fall will be cradled by gauzy darkness. Another Nocturne, Op. 15 No. 2 in F sharp minor. This one transports me to a grand house, long, long ago. I am looking in on the parlor, the night is warm and still outside. I hear the music warbling softly to itself from another room. There is love here, too. Music from another room.
In other news, I have gotten involved with a couple of new things:
1. Ballroom dancing (again) [Tues]
2. Greek folk dancing [Wed]
3. Cake Decorating #2 [?]
4. Learning Chinese [Mon]
5. Going to gym in the mornings [every day?]
We'll see how that last one works out tomorrow, depending on how late I have to stay here before I finish my paper.
In other other news, my cat viciously attacked me again today. I've been a little afraid to go home. Thalweg isn't going to be back for another week, so it's just me and my water gun versus the Beast. And I accidentally dyed all of my socks bright pink. But I am going to Maine for the weekend to pick blueberries and eat lobster. I also found my perfect town and neighborhood and library, were I ever to live in Rhode Island permanently.
I dance dance dance and I dance dance dance
Monday. 6.15.09 6:41 pm
Tuesday. 6.9.09 4:28 pm
So a guy in my group was offered a chance to go to Antarctica. A complication: he's getting married this month and his wife is moving to Providence to start their new life together (they've been doing the long-distance thing for a year while she finishes college). She doesn't want to move to a brand new town where she doesn't know anyone and find a new job if at the end of October he's just going to up and go to Antarctica for 2-3 months. In fact, she went so far as to say that if he went to Antarctica, she might not be there when he got back.
Before I add my opinion on this matter, what do you guys think?
Bugs, Regimes, Lethargy
Monday. 6.8.09 4:13 pm
GAHHH! There are fruit flies EVERYWHERE!! I've killed about 25+ today. Why can't I move back to Colorado where there is no life!!
In other news, today is the third day of my new "regime". My friend needed a bunch of people to be subjects in her "experiment", so I volunteered. After all, the point of the experiment is to make positive changes in my life, so why not, eh? Well I'll tell you why not... because granola bars without chocolate in them are NASTY, and cucumber and tomato sandwichs, while delicious, are not filling, and drinking two liters of water per day makes only one difference that I can see and that is having to get up to go to the bathroom ALL the TIME.
But surely the effect of my increased positive speak and visualization and exercise and the like has been a great increase in my productivity? If you count looking through pictures of hot guys on Facebook and staring blankly into space as "being productive", then I've been very productive today. :P
But surely the effect of my new regime has been to increase my happiness and energy?
If happiness is defined by a light-headed, hazy feeling with occasional headache, chest aches, and soul-consuming depression combined with lethargy, then I am the happiest person I have ever known. Though this all might have a little more to do with going back to work after an awesome 2-week vacation and having to finish my Mars paper. As you all know from how I complained about my Mercury paper, I find the very end part of a paper (revisions, revisions, revisions) to be the absolute WORST part of the whole endeavor.
DAMMIT! I just encountered a spider that crawled out from under my papers, and I was going to mercilessly kill it, but the Welshman never lets me kill spiders, plus there's the possibility that it could build a web and catch fruit flies. So instead of killing it I put it in my poinsettia. Now it keeps repelling down the side of the poinsettia leaves and flailing its disgusting legs in an unseemly manner and distracting me from my WORK. Which is clearly not getting done. And it's 4:20.... I should just call it a day and take a nap, which I'm apparently not supposed to do according to my regime.
In other news, Thalweg and G-bird both have LYME DISEASE! One of G-bird's lymph-nodes is swollen like a tangerine!
**NAP ON DESK DOESN'T COUNT AS NAP!**
Why I'm Glad I Don't Have a Korean Mother
Sunday. 6.7.09 12:47 am
Me: Yes, I'm in graduate school for geology, my little sister is in school in Wyoming for graphic design, and my older sister is married now, she's living in Fort Collins and working as a teacher.
KM: Ahh, you sister is married. Do you have plans for marriage soon?
Me: Uh... no.
KM: Why not?
Me: Well... uh... I guess I have to find someone first.
KM: I am getting worried for my daugther Hoo-Chung [who is 24], that she will never find someone to marry her.
Me: Uh, well, I'll probably wait a while to get married... maybe til I'm 35 [Trying to buy you some time, Hoo-Chung!].
KM: ????? What about your sister?
Me: My sister is 26.
KM: Your sister is a good daughter.
Time to Come Home
Thursday. 6.4.09 9:10 pm
Well, I saw a lot of famous and impressive sights.
I ate a lot of very strange and wonderful foods.
Now it is time to start the long, long journey home.
And of all the things that I have seen or food that I have tasted, the best part of the trip was by far all the old friends (and new ones!) that I met along the way.
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