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 Altadena, CA
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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 ŗ 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
Saturday. 10.7.06 11:36 pm
This gives me goosebumps all over my body:
"Wer reitet so sp√§t durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er fa√üt ihn sicher, er h√§lt ihn warm.
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.-
Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht? -
Siehst, Vater, du den Erlk√∂nig nicht?
Den Erlenk√∂nig mit Kron und Schweif? -
Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif. -
"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
"Look, father, the Elf-King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Elf-King, with crown and with train?"
"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."-
"Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
Gar sch√∂ne Spiele spiel ich mit dir;
Manch bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand,
Meine Mutter hat manch g√ľlden Gewand."
"Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
Full many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."-
Mein Vater, mein Vater, und h√∂rest du nicht,
Was Erlenk√∂nig mir leise verspricht? -
Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind;
In d√ľrren Bl√§ttern s√§uselt der Wind. -
" My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Elf-King now breathes in mine ear?"
"Be calm, dearest child, 'tis thy fancy deceives;
'Tis the sad wind that sighs through the withering leaves."-
"Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn?
Meine T√∂chter sollen dich warten sch√∂n;
Meine T√∂chter f√ľhren den n√§chtlichen Reihn,
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein."
" Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care
My daughters by night their glad festival keep,
They'll dance thee, and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep."
Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
Erlk√∂nigs T√∂chter am d√ľstern Ort? -
Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau:
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. -
"My father, my father, and dost thou not see,
How the Elf-King his daughters has brought here for me?"
"My darling, my darling, I see it aright,
'Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight."-
"Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine sch√∂ne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt."
Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt fa√üt er mich an!
Erlk√∂nig hat mir ein Leids getan! -
" I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty,dear boy!
and if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll employ."
My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
Pull sorly the Elf-King has hurt me last." -
Dem Vater grausets, er reitet geschwind,
Er h√§lt in Armen das √§chzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit M√ľhe und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.
The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He grasps in his arms the poor shuddering child;
He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread,--
The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead.-"
--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
found on http://members.tripod.com/~pnkeese/_poems/erlkonig.htm
Friday. 10.6.06 4:24 am
And can I just say, I love nutang??? I love how much of a real community it is. Like even though I don't talk on the message boards and I still don't really know how to earn points, I still feel like I know everyone because I've read their page or their comments on the message board. I love how present Dave is in his community. I don't know, it's like I know nutang people better than people in my own neighborhood. They are my neighborhood now. ;)
I LOVE NUTANG!!
Freshmen: Too Young For Me?
Monday. 10.2.06 11:04 pm
Today my little geology chickens were leaving the classroom and I wished a good night to them and a good practice to my favorite soccer player. He replied, "You too!" and then added hastily, "Well, not a good practice cause yeah, um, I mean, a good night, too."
AWwww I looove cute boys.
They make having to give a 25 minute lecture on a topic you don't know well with only quasi-relevant slides, no projector, and about ten minutes between knowing what you had to talk about and actually talking about it totally worth it.
Monday. 10.2.06 10:59 pm
"In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things."
Friday. 9.29.06 7:44 am
"It is a mistake to speak of a bad choice in love, since, as soon as a choice exists, it can only be bad."
Friday. 9.15.06 11:37 am
I am getting a lot done today. I am cranking through the essentials and even some few non-essentials. I realized my mistakes in integrating cosines several moments after it was important. So much for my flawless first physics assignment. I am in my office, there are papers to shuffle, emails to return, assignments to be kept track of. There are pi's to be distributed. But outside.
Outside, as it is seen through my window pane, is silent. It is not busy. It is raining, a thin, gray rain, which would be invisible except for the trembling of the large, heart-shaped leaves on the nearby trees. It is the straight, gray, invisible rain of life going by, and the leaves are the trembling influence it makes on all of us who aren't hiding in our warm yellow offices, to busy to realize that it's been raining.
Thursday. 9.7.06 6:15 pm
Let me take a moment in memory of the Crocodile Hunter.
I'm sitting in my new office, typing on my laptop and waiting until it's close enough to 8 o'clock to head over to "Joe's" house to try out some of his "home-made brew" with "some people". It's always like that in the first couple of days at a place. I would have said no because I'm tired and I have unpacking to do and I don't really drink beer and it's a rather long way to walk in an unfamiliar city, but the way he asked made it seem like to say no would be to crush all invitations from here on out. Plus, of the new graduate students, he only asked me. :)
I could have asked Sam to come with me, but he had another mysterious invitation, and I wanted to go and meet some people on my own, so I could report back later.
I got here a couple of days ago and ever since I arrived I've been flying by the seat of my pants trying to get caught up with everyone. The day we drove in we had to drive from somewhere in northeastern Ohio through Pennsylvania and New York and Massachusetts to Rhode Island.
That was the day he died, the Crocodile Hunter. It reminded me of the day that Princess Diana died, just because it was all over the TV and everyone was standing around watching and everything was hectic.
As you can see from my module, the Crocodile Hunter was my hero. Why? Because he loved life. Because he made no apologies for being who he was. Because he believed in something. I want to marry someone like that. I want to BE someone like that. I want to TALK like that. I guess it just seems like as soon as you decide on some kind of hero, he or she does something ethically sketchy, or stupid, or comes out in support or against some social issue that you don't agree with and its obvious they didn't think very hard about. Steve Irwin never did that. He knew all about his subject, he had focus and he didn't wander out of his area of expertise, and you knew all of his motives from the first moment you looked at his face. So Steve Irwin was my hero. And now, just like that, he's gone. How does that happen?
So that's really been bumming me out. Really. Bumming. Me. Out.
Wednesday. 8.30.06 3:48 pm
It's my last night in Bremen. As usual, it's late and tomorrow is an early morning (try 4:00am). Interestingly, it's my third pre-6 wake-up since Saturday. All in order to catch planes. One plane left at 6, one at 8:15, this one leaves at 6:30am. To celebrate my imminent departure, I took today for myself. I packed til 1, then I went out on the town, stopping to look for my mother's hairbrushes at every possible place (couldn't find them!). Then I went to my favorite chinese place. Sure, it's my last day in Germany and I should eat something German, but today was My Day, and on this day I get to eat whatever I please. I bought some things, got an ice cream, (haselnuss und Schokomint) and walked around downtown taking in the feel of the city one last time. I blew 100 euros within about an hour. I bought a coffee/chocolate cake for my department, which ended up being terrible, but they liked it. I got them a little card that said "Thanks a lot" in every language that the people in the department speak. On the front it said, "Vielen Dank!" I had to put it in German, English, Moroccan, Spanish, Dutch, and French. Quite a multi-cultural department we have. Once I made it to Birgit's office to pick up Gina's forgotten suitcase, she was gone. Everyone was gone, except the Chinese girl whose name sounds like 'Yoshi'. I had to call like 7 people I didn't know and ask each of them if they would be willing to come back to the Uni in the pouring rain and let me into the office. Finally I got somebody who said she'd finish eating and then come over. I waited and waited while she ate and then grabbed Gina's suitcase. The chinese girl was really nice to me though, and let me surf the web on her computer while I waited. Everyone seemed to meet really nice people today. They all said, "And on my last day, too! Why can't all Germans be like that?" Reminds me of the Olde British Proverb that Julian told us concerning the Germans: "Splendid country... shame about the people though." just kidding. Lots of Germans are quite nice. Not the one we met on the train from Hamburg, though. He was checking tickets, and we were on the wrong train. It went from Hamburg to Bremen, sure, but it was the "slightly faster" train and we were supposed to be on the "slightly slower" train. We were sharing a ticket with our new friend David from Togo whose mobile phone I had succeeded in recharging for him. David was holding the ticket, so the officer started berating him. David asked the officer if he spoke English and he said "No" and shook his head in an annoyed manner. I jumped in because David doesn't speak German and I argued with him for a while before I realized why our ticket didn't work. Alyssa started getting frustrated and saying things in English and before you knew it he was answering us in good English and explaining the terms of our ticket. So I suppose he can't speak English to French-African guys, but he can speak English to Americans. We ended up having to buy a new ticket for the train we were on, meaning that our original ticket (costing 8 euros a piece) was worthless and unused, and the ticket we had to buy was 26 euros, being as it was on the slightly faster train. We told David our names and he broke out in a big smile, saying, "Why! These names are from AFriCA!" He was a French professor at the University of Togo, but apparently you can make more money working as an automechanic in Germany than you can make as a university professor in Togo, so he's earning money for himself and his family (mom and dad and siblings) so that he can move back to Togo. Germany wasn't his first choice of a country to go to. He confided to us solemnly that the Germans were sticklers for the rules and if we were in any other country they would have let us off with a warning. So true. So true. Alyssa said, "Get me out of this COUNTRY!" Sure, sure. But I'll miss Germany. Ah, Germany. Shame about the people though.
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