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The Profile

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:


Extra points for people who know what Samarinda is.
The Phases of the Moon Module
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
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
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 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
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
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
The Help
Zion Andrews
The Unit
Quantum Brain
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
No One Ever Told Us We Were Defeated
Memento Nora
The Name of the Wind
The Terror
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
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
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.
Saturday. 2.21.09 11:10 am
Be it extremely emotional, controversial, messed up, or whatever, this entry has been password protected.

If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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Tuesday. 2.17.09 11:09 pm
Today Zebo and I were at the brink of chaos. No matter if your system is a pendulum or a planet or a diode, the transition to chaos takes place when the period-doubling parameter of an oscillating function settles out to about 4.669. That's right, that's almost 4.7 [chirp].

In nature there is nothing melancholy.
But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced
With the remembrance of a grievous wrong,
Or slow distemper, or neglected love,
(And so, poor wretch! filled all things with himself,
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he,
First named these notes a melancholy strain.


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Thursday. 2.12.09 4:48 pm
From: "Students for Choice"
To: All Students
Subject: Send someone a Valentine's Day condomgram!

Come by the Post Office on Thursday from 10-3 to send your partner, your friend or your crush a condomgram for Valentine's Day! Condomgrams come complete with a Valentine's Day card, a condom and a Hershey's Kiss. They can be sent anonymously if you like and only cost $1 each. Promote safe sex and have a happy, safe holiday!

srsly? WTF?

That's so nasty I don't even want to talk about it. I wouldn't even be able to eat the Kiss, I'd have to throw it away. ech...ylech... I think I just threw up a little inside my mouth.

Back in my day, people sent their secret crushes a flower or a song.
Are these people the future leaders of America?

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Sunday. 2.8.09 11:16 pm
Well I tried out for and didn't make the belly-dancing team. Probably a good thing... I don't really know what came over me when I tried out because there is no way I would belly-dance in front of an audience of more than my mirror.

I was the oldest person there, which made me feel... old.
I think grad school is kind of like being President. After 8 years, those guys look like they've aged 20 years. I've probably aged 20 years myself after only 2.5 years of grad school. I think I aged a year in the last two weeks.

But I DID make the "massage team", as in, it's a club where you get trained by a masseuse and then you show up and give random people massages around campus for free at random events. It means I'm going to have to miss our first indoor soccer game tomorrow, but hopefully after I give them all massages they'll forgive me.

In other news, I erased half my research.
The next day I magically recovered it.
Today my Martian volcano exploded for an entire year without incident.
By "without incident" I mean that 1E9 * 3600 * 24 * 669 kg of volcanic ash was spewed onto the surface, but in a way that makes sense.

In other other news, Fluid Mechanics II is killing me. This whole semester is killing me. This is shaping up to be the worst semester in the history of mankind.

Zebo was here but she seemed to be getting some kind of allergy to being at work on a weekend, so she went home. She was telling me all of her symptoms, and I was unsympathetic, because that's how I was raised, but now I'm starting to feel the same way. I have a suspicion that is was caused by being in this closed room without the air on. Zebo may have been the delicate canary in the coal mine, and I ignored her. Here's to hoping we don't all die,


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Better, Faster, Stronger
Saturday. 2.7.09 11:36 pm
Since the last time we met, I have learned about chaos theory, weather patterns, boundary layer equations, and radar. I have practiced singing opera, yodeling, playing javanese gamelan, and belly-dancing.

I like to think that I am never the same person you last met, because in the time between meetings I have become better, faster, stronger. I have been studying, practicing, seeking knowledge. No one can make me feel inadequate, because I already know that the pool of things I don't know is boundless. All the more reason to drink from it deeply.

::EDIT:: even if that means I'm studying fluid mechanics at 11:52pm on a Saturday::

More on chaos theory and how awesome it is later, for now I leave you with this stellar Jurassic Park quote:

"You've never heard of Chaos theory? Non-linear equations? Strange attractions? Dr. Sattler I refuse to believe you're not familiar with the concept of attraction."

~Dr. Ian Malcolm

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A Close Call
Monday. 2.2.09 11:16 pm
I was picking out some canned pineapples when I heard a sneeze. A woman said, "Bless you". I turned around and saw the sneezy-mc-sneezerman. Oh. He was cute. It seemed as though he thought it had been me, but then he realized that it was the other woman. I suddenly wished that I had been the one to say "Bless you".

I turned back to the pineapples. What was I thinking? Clearly this man was sick. He was sneezing all over the store. Who wanted to get into a conversation with a bag full of heinous disease? Yeah, we'd probably have to shake hands, and who knew where that disease-ridden hand had been? Clearly this man had an inferior immune system. Who would want to date a guy like that?

When I turned around again he was gone.

What a relief. That was close.

In unrelated news, I am spending Valentine's Day in a monastery.

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