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 ā la Lune (ip)
In the Light of What We Know
Devil in the White City
want to read: Last Hunger Games Book, Honeybee Democracy, The Bell Jar
Monday. 8.18.08 1:33 pm
It all began in the middle of nowhere in the Icelandic highlands with an Italian, an American, a Costa Rican, two Swiss, a bottle of vodka and a pair of dice.
On second thought, perhaps I should tell a different story.
It has always been a fantasy of mine to discover a secret waterfall. When Sebastian suggested that we follow the river into the soft-walled canyon leading into the volcano, a waterfall was not what I expected. But as we clamored over the loose pumice, talus, and ash, we traveled further and further back in time, back to when the volcano was just a tuya, a bit of magma coming out beneath an immense glacier, perhaps some 10,000 years ago. The walls of the canyon became high and dark, with stacks upon stacks of pillow lavas, which are usually found when a volcano erupts deep within the sea, but in this case occured where the magma was making its own tiny ocean beneath the ice. He was a reckless sort, always sliding about on the steep slopes and perching on the highest points. I was leading, but really I was following him; his presence made me reckless and invincible, and I slid down slopes and jumped over chasms as my fear and practical nature melted away.
And then we turned a bend and there was the waterfall, our own secret waterfall, cascading out of a notch in the pillows and beating a deep pool into the lava layers below. There was also a wide, wispy waterfall facing it, coming right out of an aquifer in the rock and disappearing before it reached the surface. We leaped around the waterfall, throwing pumice into the pool and watching as it bobbed and then floated away.
We made our return along the river instead of on the trail, jumping from side to side and hiding under a large polygonal snowbank that hadnīt yet melted. He suggested that we climb up a very steep, loose slope to an outlook. In some places there were caves below the ash on the slope from glaciers which have melted out from underneath and which collapsed when you stepped on them. But since he suggested it, I agreed, and we tramped up the slope and loped over the crevasses to the highest point, where he whistled at the people in the camp way below until they acknowledged how deliciously high above them we were.
And Sebastian and I returned to camp, unharmed, and I could add this adventure to the many adventures Iīve had that have taught me this valuable lesson about traveling:
You can do a lot of really stupid things, and nothing bad will happen to you.
More later on how you can do things that donīt seem so stupid and die from them.
NEXT TIME ON... ICELANDIC NEWS.
Monday. 8.11.08 5:41 pm
You could say that Iīm learning Icelandic the hard way.
As in, 'I wonder what īfarinīmeans?'
Oh... it means 'departed', aka, your flight left an hour ago.
If I had a wagon I would, go to Colorado
Saturday. 8.9.08 11:24 am
Tuesday. 8.5.08 2:04 am
Well I'm back from Hawaii and temporarily back on the grid.
Here are some highlights:
More later, for now I'm off to explore some sand dunes.
Friday. 7.25.08 10:42 pm
Friday. 7.25.08 3:10 am
At 3 am they come around and give your car a ticket for being parked overnight. I came out around 3 and sure enough, the cops came around the corner, angling to give my car a ticket. But I was there, getting into my car, there was nothing he could do! I win!
So I moved my car onto Brown property. I just need to remember to move it before the Brown people show up, or they'll give me a ticket. But they're not awake at 3 am, lazy Brown people.
3 am does put you in a different realm of crappy-feeling-ness, though. Having to move your car is like admitting that you're going to be here all night. The other landmark is around 4:30am, when my advisor will show up for work and we'll experience the dreaded OVERLAP.
I'm going to start working like crazy to see if I can avoid that occurrence...
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