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Zanzibar
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 Link To Zanzibar's Past
This is my page in the beloved art community that my sister got me into:

Samarinda

Extra points for people who know what Samarinda is.
The Phases of the Moon Module
CURRENT MOON
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
W: PARKOUR!
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
Exodus
1984
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)
Uglies
Pretties
Specials
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"
Pompeii
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
Bound
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
Twilight
Eclipse
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
Infidel
Neuromancer
The Help
Flip
Zion Andrews
The Unit
Princess
Quantum Brain
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
No One Ever Told Us We Were Defeated
Delirium
Memento Nora
Robopocalypse
The Name of the Wind
The Terror
Sister
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
Divergent
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
2312
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.
Some Advice for those in Debt
Tuesday. 12.23.08 2:12 am


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Christmas Wishes
Saturday. 12.20.08 3:30 pm
The snow falls in large flakes, buffeted about by the indecisive wind before coming to rest on the rooftops and tree branches. I am safe and warm inside listening to Christmas songs and cleaning the apartment.
Yesterday we were all at work, but there were no professors there. There was a lively spirit of Christmas afoot, despite all the work that we had left to do. Lucia, our cheerful and motherly Portuguese janitor, came by and kissed us all and wished us a merry Christmas.

We ended up having an epic snowball fight, which devolved into tackling and throwing heaps of snow on each other. We built a snowman that looks like my adviser and put it outside his office window. We built a snow-dog for the snowman with a little leash made out of ivy. We all walked through piles of snow on empty, glowing roads to Peter's house for dinner. We had spaghetti and garlic bread and salad and hot cocoa. Mark 3 and I went back to work around 10pm to do the rest of our work and I ended up walking home around 1am, the streets lit by the snow-scattered street lamps and the pink sky.

I didn't finish all my work, but I decided to call the semester done. The trouble with research compared to school is that it is perpetual, and there is never a denouement when you can relax guilt-free.

My wish for this Christmas is that everyone think of the people they love, and think about how they treat those people. Do you constantly point out their failings? Do you constantly berate them for being irresponsible, forgetful, or eating too much?

Do you say mean things to them that you would never say to a stranger? Do you make an issue of foolish or awkward things they say in company instead of smoothing them over or letting them go? Do you overreact to harmless things they say?

Can't you just tell them how much you love them? Isn't that the most important thing for them to know?


Merry Christmas.

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The War is Over
Thursday. 12.18.08 8:47 am
First Problem on Fluids Exam: 2 hours
Third Problem on Fluids Exam: 5 hours
Second Problem on Fluids Exam: 19 HOURS!!!!!!!!

SCREW YOU, PROBLEM 2!

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The Dancing Traffic Cop
Tuesday. 12.16.08 12:25 pm
Today is the day that the Providence Dancing Cop has come to Thayer Street.



Normally I would welcome the coming of this quirky Providence curiosity, but today I am in the science library taking my 48-hour take-home fluid mechanics final exam.

THE CONSTANT WHISTLE-BLOWING MUST STOP.

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The Final Countdown
Monday. 12.15.08 12:01 am
I've been popular lately. Maybe I was picked up by some sort of web crawler. I must have mentioned some key word, like "terrorist".

It's a minute to midnight and I'm at work as usual. We were just watching Anne of Avonlea on the big screen in the lab and eating ice cream. Just me, Zebo, and the Welshman's girlfriend (I have to come up with a better nickname for her... how about 'Vermont'). She just such a singular personality it's hard to contain her in a word besides her name, but Vermont will do. Apparently the Welshman's flight out of Antarctica Tuesday got cancelled, and he probably won't make it back into town until the 23rd.

We've been working on the same problem set (#9) now for more than 24 solid hours. It's getting a bit ridiculous. Not as ridiculous as Crater Boy, of course, who is probably near 30 hours working on problem set 8, which everyone else in the class has given up as impossible.

Thalweg is in the recording lab at the college radio recording her radio show that will air tomorrow on how the geology students are teaching science at the local elementary school. Her work was so good! She had such an awesome radio voice, I loved it! She even got the cadence of talk radio down right.


I've no words for how I feel tonight.
It has nothing to do with school.

I had a terrible dream that I was running and running but my quads were so weak that they could barely hold me up, and I couldn't bring my knees up to get a good turnover going. I was running about this evening and I had the same feeling, only it wasn't a dream.

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Root Canal Update
Friday. 12.12.08 12:02 pm
Root canal update:

Nurse-lady: "Oh, oops, actually, I know you already paid hundreds of dollars, but as it turns out it costs $235 more dollars than we thought! Whoopsy!"

Root-canal guy: "Ah, there, you're feeling some pressure."
("pressure" is dentist speak for PAIN, just like "a little pinch" is dentist-speak for incredibly sharp and sudden PAIN).

Root-canal guy: "Oops, I just dropped a sharp instrument on your forehead! I would make a terrible juggler!"

I decided to pretend that I was a POW being interrogated by terrorists about the position of my unit. It was my duty to protect my unit, and in my own self interest to hide my pain so that the terrorists would decide that dentistry wasn't a good way to interrogate me. It sort of worked... at least I didn't cry until I made it to my car. Clearly this is still something for me to work on. Perhaps a couple of years in the French Foreign Legion is just what I need.

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