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Zanzibar
Age. 30
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
Great Contemporaries, by Winston Churchill
City of Bones
Around the World in 80 Days, by Jules Verne


want to read: Last Hunger Games Book, Honeybee Democracy, The Bell Jar
The Juanes Module


Juanes just needed his own mod. Who can disagree.
The End of Times
Tuesday. 6.10.08 1:12 pm



Your Biblical Name Is...



Kezia Lilith



You will live to see the end of times.


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hot hot hot!
Tuesday. 6.10.08 9:13 am
It's like 95 degrees and a million % humidity. Not only that, but it was 75 degrees by 5:30 am. Not only that, but in our third floor apartment, it was 95 degrees ALL NIGHT.

And it's freezing in the Seafloor Lab. So the fact that I forgot my jacket on this most sweltering of days will plague me throughout the working hours.

The only other place I can think of where such hot and cold extremes can exist in close proximity is... Mercury.

Mercury, ho!

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An Adventure Through the Computer
Saturday. 6.7.08 9:41 pm
I was going through some of my old files on my computer and I ran across some old drafts of letters that I wrote to some old high school friends during difficult times. I'd almost forgotten about several iterations of difficulties that we'd all had.

Craziness.

I also found this paragraph that I wrote during perhaps ?sophomore year in college? and then saved in a word file:

Hi Ranor.
:) I just wanted to tell how much I appreciate you being my friend. :)
I like seeing you on the street and skating up to hug you. I like it that you are always there if I feel sad. I like it when you're there when I feel happy to dance with joy with me. I like your messenger bag and your fuck-me shoes and your orchid and the way you like to shop for housewares even though it makes you feel unmanly. I like the way that cute boys make you all giggly inside and the way you look when you're drunk with those big brown sad eyes. I like your eyebrow piercing and how you know obscure bands. I like how you work hard at O-chem because it's important to you. I like the way you take pictures of people in order to capture important background eye-candy. You are the most fun person I have ever met. I like your clothes and the smell of your pillow. I like it how your face is smooth and expressive.

Love, Me

Don't remember if I actually ever sent that to Ranor.

Well here it is, a mere 4 years later.

And to end, an unrelated bit of a poem by Coleridge, which I also found in my adventures into old files:

In Nature there is nothing melancholy.
But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced
With 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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HAWAII
Thursday. 6.5.08 11:48 pm
Goin' to HAWAII
Goin' to HAWAII

Me and my friends, Sethifus and Zebo,

Goin' to HAWAII!



This geology thing is really working out for me.




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Yes, Sensei
Tuesday. 6.3.08 10:14 pm
Today we were looking at one of my images on the large projection wall at our audio-visual facility. It showed some seriously strange-looking patterns in the lava on Mars. I was in charge of discussion and in charge of the joystick which allowed us to fly around in the image. There was no preparation for the role, I just had to play it, engaging everyone, making sure they stayed interested, making sure each of their voices was heard, that the others properly understood what they were talking about, that their points and questions were addressed before someone changed the subject. At the end of the session my advisor asked me to wrap it up with a conclusion of a sort. I started talking but someone was having a side conversation with the audio-visual guy. My advisor told me that first I had to bring my group to order. "Let's all come back to order," I said, and my errant ducklings came back to the table sheepishly, as sheepish as ducklings have ever been. Then I wrapped up the session, went over the important points, and outlined what everyone ought to do in order to make progress forwards. It came pretty easily since I always have to listen in on the teleconferences that my advisor facilitates for other things.

It occurred to me that the whole exercise had been a teaching moment--- it was as much about helping me grow as a facilitator as it was about talking about Mars. It's sometimes crazy to realize all of the tiny things that my advisor does on a daily basis to mold us into the researchers of the future. Making us give presentations, making us lead groups, making us practice thinking up projects and delegating them to other people, even making us listen in on seemingly pointless telecon meetings.

It's just like what parents do, really. I played some mini golf today after work and I thought back to when I was first learning to play. Playing a round of putt-putt golf was always just as much if not more so about learning to play by the rules, learning good sportsmanship, and learning that a moment of calm patience hits the ball much better than one of impetuous frustrated rage---than it ever was about learning to play a good game of putt-putt.

But it was also about putt-putt, which is why I beat all my coworkers.
BWAHAHAAHAHAH!

I think many times your elders make you do tasks that seem arduous or meaningless, but if you've got a good teacher, there's usually a lesson in there somewhere, whether or not you realize it at the time.

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I Miss California
Monday. 6.2.08 10:40 am
:(

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