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
Wednesday. 7.4.07 9:05 pm
Zanzibar: BAMF, Geologist, and Wit
Tuesday. 7.3.07 10:31 pm
Today I made devilled eggs and potato salad while C and K ate dinner and fought with each other. My kitchen isn't very large. I would have made devilled eggs elsewhere had I known that they were going to choose to have their argument in the middle of our very small kitchen, but I was frankly there HOURS before they came. Bicker bicker bicker, over the most trivial of items, and back and forth I went from one counter to the other, mixing, coating, refrigerating, wrapping with clingwrap, etc.
Working quickly and quietly, I felt like the Invisible Man. A fly on the wall, perhaps. A devilled-egg-making, invisible, silent fly on the wall. Then as I was walking out he yelled, "See ya!" in a friendly voice.
Usually at this point in the game I say "See ya guys!" in a very cheerful voice. Perhaps I feel as if I am in some way lifting the mood by doing this. But this time I just said
"yeah." and let the door slam closed behind me.
I left for my BBQ and was gone for many hours and when I came back they were still arguing over trivial things. I wonder if they took a break while I was out or if they'd just been going the entire time.
Outside the sound of firecrackers (illegal in Rhode Island) reverberate off the walls like distant mortar fire. The smell of sulfur hangs in the air and makes the night seem exciting and full of adventure.
I want to throw open the window to it and close the vent to their fighting.
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
Almost, at times, the Fool.
Well ya know what, T.S. Eliot? Take this:
"Arthur Abbott: Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend.
Iris: You're so right. You're supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for god's sake!"
That movie would have been awesome if Cameron Diaz hadn't ruined it.
YEAH well I'm tired of being an awkward side character in my own life!! I'm so glad I'm MOVING!!!!
Though all this will provide good fodder for the movie I will eventually write. The breaking point for the "me" character will come when she goes into the public bathroom and she waves her hand under the automatic sink and it won't turn on. Wave, wave... no water. Smack. SMACK! No water. The woman next to her turns hers on and washes her hands. The 'me' character tries that one as soon as she leaves and it won't turn on either. Since she had already been feeling invisible, this is the last straw and she totally loses it there in the bathroom and has a break down. This is of course a big turning point in her life.
This is why it's hard for me to write a book, I think of everything in movie-format. And in newspaper headlines.
Meanwhile I've started on Project: BAMF. If you do not know what a BAMF is, you probably aren't one. That said, anyone who wants to join me on Project: BAMF is welcome. Hoo-AH!
So it's not really the right season, but...
Monday. 7.2.07 9:27 pm
Fire dancing ninjas?
Sunday. 7.1.07 9:04 pm
Today I ran down to the park by the bay and practiced some fire-dancing. I found out that it's a good way to meet children. They are mesmerized by the whirling balls. One girl ran all the way across the park chasing me before I realized she was coming and stopped. She asked me what I was twirling and I told her they were tennis balls. I told her that if she wanted to, she could make her own by putting something heavy in the ends of a pair of long socks. I should have told her that once she gets good enough, she can use balls of FIRE on the ends of chains! But one step at a time. I showed her the trick they call "The Butterfly" because it looks like a butterfly's flapping wings. Finally her boldness wore off and she became very shy and then said that she was going to run back to her mother now and I told her that it was nice to meet her. I continued strolling along the bay, twirling my neon orbs in the setting sun.
I think I should plant some watermelons there.
Down by the bay, I mean.
Some of you know exactly what I'm talking about.
On my way home I passed under I-195, past the eastbound entrance which has been closed since I moved here almost a year ago. It doesn't seem like any work has been done on it since then, even though the closure is by all appearances supposed to be temporary. Right now it makes the perfect setting for a fight scene. There are two perpendicular sets of arches, one that holds up the highway and another that forms the bridge that goes across the mouth of the Pawtucket river as it meets the bay. You'll see the crew team out there as often as not, rowing under their shady watch. Pieces of construction equipment lie here and there amid piles of dust, concrete pieces, and sand. Each of these materials finds its own angle of repose. Abandoned port-o-johns, random timbers, a highway entrance that ends jaggedly, with nowhere to go but down the embankment and into the river. A huge fight, a fight to the death could take place there, and the whole while the cars would go by above, their passengers completely oblivious to the dreadful requiem playing out beneath their tires, with movements composed of hate and fear and human lives as instruments.
Especially if they were ninjas. Because ninjas are very stealthy. Some daydreaming teenager might see one of the bodies as it fell from the arches and made a splash in the bay, but no one would believe him or her, because nobody believes teenagers, especially when they're daydreaming. No, the first anyone would know of the fight was when one of the combatants took control of one of the sleeping beasts of construction, like the backhoe, and then through the amazing strategery of our hero, the whole thing would get out of control and the backhoe would go right up the highway entrance ramp and not be able to stop and then it would plummet down the slope and with a huge crash and splash... and EXPLOSION, it would meet the surface of the bay! A whole boat full of the Brown University crew team would be overturned into the slightly unappetizing and extremely cold water!!
Then everyone on I-195 would pay attention.
And because of the damage caused by the fight, the increase in traffic caused by curious onlookers, the expense of having the backhoe removed from the bay with a crane, the number of protesters showing up with "Save the Bay" t-shirts and demanding complete removal from any spilled industrial liquids/dead bodies from the bay... it all means that I will be finished with my degree and long gone from Providence before that freaking entrance ever gets re-opened.
Saturday. 6.30.07 9:30 am
Today I am going to the beach.
But I'd kind of rather go to work, actually.
I don't know if this is a good thing, because it means that I'm getting to really like my job...
...or a bad thing because it means without a doubt that I am going completely insane.
Monday. 6.25.07 1:18 am
My sister is now officially married!
When are we going to tie the knot, Dilated?
Get some Vitamin D
Thursday. 6.21.07 1:16 am
So apparently there is a conference coming up at Brown... "The National Conference on Vitamin D"
That's... kinda random.
Never run away from anything. Never!
Tuesday. 6.19.07 1:37 am
Danger - if you meet it promptly and without flinching - you will reduce the danger by half. Never run away from anything. Never!
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