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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 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.
Laptop Surgery
Sunday. 11.4.07 3:00 pm
So...

While the powercord to my laptop has now been replaced (it was frayed and sparking), the laptop itself is still a slow, overheating POS.

According to the forums, this can be easily fixed if you take out the heat sink and clean it. Then you put it back, apply some thermal paste, and VOILA! the computer is fixed. UNfortunately, my computer isn't the kind that has a panel where you can access aforementioned heat sink. Nay, I would have to take apart the whole back of the laptop (and the keyboard... though I've been kind of wanting to take apart the keyboard for some time to clean it out...)

So. I have instructions for taking it apart. If I bend one of the pins, I could risk having to replace the motherboard. Plus, I'm wary of anything that involves paste. The thing says that you should do this if you have experience with computers. But how do you GET experience taking apart computers if you've never taken one apart before? The computer is no longer under warranty.

What should I do?

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Mr Malaprop
Friday. 11.2.07 1:52 pm
"I don't want to make this obtuse for you guys."

He means "abstruse". He is obtuse. It's trying to use words like that that makes his class abstruse, anyway.

In the immortal words of Mark, "My mama always said, 'Don't use a five-dollar word in a one-dollar conversation.'"

It isn't really him. I'm not one to speak about malapropism, just see my somewhat dubious use of the word "officious" a couple entries back. I did wrestle over that one, I'll have you know, before I decided that was the closest I could get to what I wanted to say. I'm just so tired of this class.

But it reminds me of my favorite math come-on:

"If you were a triangle, you would be acute!"

You totally would be, by the way. <3 <3 <3

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MAN SHOULD AT ALL TIMES BE IN CONTROL OF HIS OWN DESTINY
Wednesday. 10.31.07 2:29 pm
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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Sousaphones???
Wednesday. 10.31.07 9:30 am
By the time I die, if someone hypothetically decides to make a movie about my life, I hope that the most appropriate soundtrack would be one composed by John Phillip Sousa. If he were hypothetically still alive.

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Coral With Envy
Sunday. 10.28.07 4:36 pm
"Remember what we talked about-- please don't indicate that you can speak or that you can understand them, it's very important. Besides, it would terrify them, quite likely! What a scene!" The towel was walking two paces ahead, throwing words carelessly backwards at her charge.
"Well there I go," continued the towel, "I'm chattering like a sheet! Let's go see who will clothe you for the time being. She bustled into the next room, where a dozen dresses were lounging over the backs of chairs and hanging aloofly from hangers that were precariously balanced on the top of a slightly ajar closet door.

"Ladies," said the towel sharply. Nothing moved.
"Ladies!!" With speed that belied her thickness and generous thread-count, she towel-whipped the nearest dress with a loud crack. There was a wail of dismay, particularly from the target of the snap, but the dresses slowly roused themselves from their chairs and hangers. She was slowly becoming more accustomed to talking and moving clothing, but it was still a wondrous sight to behold. So many dresses, each lovely and unique, ballooned from flat, lifeless cloth to full and splendid form as they gathered around Madame Towelle. How could something be made of such delicate fabric and still have enough strength to stand up straight? It was a silly question, as the same could be said for any but the starchiest of the clothes she had encountered so far.

"Now," said Mme Towelle officiously, "Which of you would like to clothe this human being to the function tonight."

"You had to choose the most awkward-looking human you could find." commented a slim, elegant -looking green dress sourly.

Despite Mme Towelle's warning, her pleasant smile slipped a notch towards a frown.

"Not me!" chimed in a short sun dress. "Its legs are much too long for my hem. I would look ridiculous!"

"Now, now, you haven't even tried it on yet!" clucked the towel. "How about you, dear." The towel gesturing to a lovely peach frock with embroidered straps. She felt a twinge of excitement in her stomach. Perhaps she wouldn't mind dressing up in a silly dress after all if it were one like that!

"You must be joking," the dress retorted, "I wouldn't be caught dead on that."

This routine countined for a little while longer, much to her growing annoyance. According to the dresses, she was too thin, too tall, and too old-fashioned-looking. The few who volunteered to be tried on said that her skin color didn't match anything, that her bust failed to fill them out properly and she hunched her shoulders. One of them actually said that they might consider clothing her if something could be done for the "stupid-looking" expression on her face.

She was getting a bit angry. After all, they were so picky-- it was a wonder they ever found anyone to wear them at all. Perhaps they would just prefer to be on their hangers all the time! Besides, it was THEY who were too loose and too short and too big around the bust. She wanted to shout out at them, to tell them that she could hear everything they were saying and that she appreciated none of it. What a surprise that would be for them indeed! She was about to throw in the towel, perhaps very literally, when a lovely blue satin frock glided in from the far side of the room with several plain grey dresses at its shoulders.

"What is happening?" it asked in a pleasant voice, like a song.
"Madame Towel wants one of us to clothe this ridiculous thing to the function tonight," said the emerald dress with a snort. "You should really put a wager on it, Mme, perhaps then you'll get some volunteers."

The blue satin frock took her wrist in its gossamer sleeve and seemed to examine her. It raised her arm and twirled her around.
"Why, it's not hideous after all." the dress said, almost to itself. It lifted her other arm and then settled itself over her head in a delicate movement, lacing itself up the back as it went. When her head appeared through the embroidered neck of the dress, she was astonished. A shimmering blue wrap that had accompanied the frock took down her hair from its rubber band and arranged it neatly around her shoulders before arranging itself around her shoulders as well. The dress fit her perfectly. Standing there in the mirror was an elegant young woman where a rough and tumble young girl had stood only a moment ago. Even the chattering dresses fell silent as the blue frock spun her around in front of the mirror and a million shattered bits of light reflected from its sparkles skittered about the room.
It seemed as if no one knew what to say for a moment, until finally a coral-colored dress grumbled, "Some clothes can make anything look good."

The room emptied rather quickly after that, until the last dress rustled out of the room and unhooked the empty hangers from the top of the closet door before firmly shutting it behind it. Only the blue dress, wrap, Mme Towelle, and the terrycloth robe she had been wearing remained. The robe had its cuff poised thoughtfully at its non-existent chin.

"My,my," it said in its country drawl, "That does look awfully nice."

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The Bones Have Escaped
Sunday. 10.28.07 1:39 am
I would write a real entry but I'm stealing time on my roommate's boyfriend's computer while they're asleep because my computer has a virus and the fan might be broken and the power cord frayed in half and I haven't gotten a new one yet but the computer ran out of battery power. Also my roommate's computer can't get the internet at the moment for some reason. And the cat is trying to sleep poor dear but she doesn't like the light. She's trying to put her whole head under her leg so the light won't shine in her eyes. Right now there are all these real human bones lying around in the living room because my roommate (Thalweg)'s boyfriend (g-bird) is in medical school. The bones have been sitting in this tackle box in the corner of the room for weeks and I guess they finally escaped. We apparently have a femur and half a pelvis and a coccyx on the coffee table. The rest haven't escaped from the tackle box yet. Good thing we don't have dogs.
And my beloved Rockies... I stayed up til 1 in the morning for what? Well, now it's ten to 2. It's ok, this way we'll just take them all the way to game 7. Right? Right? Those Red Sox are just a bunch of sneering bullies with crass accents anyway. :\
If only we still had Larry Walker.

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What I Shall Do Tonight
Friday. 10.26.07 6:02 pm
So I was totally overwhelmed by work the other day and I was making a list of things I had to do.... so... what better way to tackle your work than by wasting time writing a poem?!


Eat! Eat! My stomach grumbles, Think of the meals you’ve missed!
Ah, yes, food, that’s right, it was seventh on my list
But sleep! Sleep! Please get some sleep! My body weakly cries
It anchors a fuzzy floating feeling with weights hung round my eyes.
Run! Run! My nervous, tapping legs require
The movement vetoed by my lungs who have nothing further to expire
Plan! Plan! I must plan, I must organize my mind.
But Work! Work! I first must work, for I’m already so behind.
And Love, Love. That sweet thing Love, I have no time for you--
But Love is the one strong clear voice that neglect cannot subdue!
So logically I prioritize, and carefully I craft
But Love sets my weary mind adrift like a little wooden raft
And swept along by lovelorne song, who knows where or when it will alight
And still I’ve not decided how I shall spend my time tonight.

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ComplainyComplainerson
Thursday. 10.25.07 4:23 pm
Oh man. I'm so miserable today. ughnnnn.... the Rockies were slaughtered. The weather sucks. I'm sick as can be. I feel like my internal organs are going to explode. I must have the worst immune system in history*. I took a midterm... that was probably the highlight of my day. My advisor sent me a half-encouraging, half-snarky email, which bounced back because my email was full, so he had his secretary print it and put it in my box. I have to do two fluid mechanics homeworks tonight in order to make up for last week, and I'm supposed to go with my friend to buy my Halloween costume, which I'll probably never get to wear...

Because I'll probably be dead by then.
Let's exchange "probably" with "hopefully".




*not counting hundreds of millions of people including people with AIDS

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