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. 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.
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!
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?
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,
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
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.
Sunday. 2.1.09 9:18 am
The whole driveway is covered in ice, like an ice-skating rink.
The other day Thalweg didn't get enough of a running start and her car stopped halfway and slid all the way back down the driveway into a snow bank. Luckily I showed up at just that moment and with a combination of putting my car rags under her front tires and me pushing the car from the snow bank, we were able to get her back out of the driveway so she could give it another shot.
We are a little curious as to why our landlord hasn't put an salt out, since he put salt on the pathway. Still, I sometimes get this crazy fear that if you put too much salt out and you put it out too often that the ice will somehow evolve into Super Ice, immune to the effects of salt, AND THEN WHAT WILL WE USE TO MELT IT?!?!?
Or it could just corrode my car, probably starting in the dent where one of my pot-smoking housemates hit it last summer. Speaking of Super, there is a Super Bowl going on today, so I must ice skate out of the driveway and over to the store.
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