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Zanzibar
Age. 34
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him
Location Altadena, CA
School. Other
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The World









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 à 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.
Time to Write your thesis, foolio
Monday. 11.21.05 9:44 pm
Things I would like to be doing besides writing my thesis:

mowing the lawn
walking slowly down a leaf-strewn lane
skipping rocks
riding in a car down Old Georgetown Road
braiding my hair
taking a shower
sleeping
oh my goodness. sleeping.
taking a bath
painting my nails
reading about Gamma Ray Bursts
going out to eat at Red Robin's
remembering what last summer was like
"hanging out" with boys Carol-Hutton-style
painting a fence
fixing my skateboard
vacuuming my carpet
drawing sun roses
watching the spiders crawl about on the porch
sitting in a patch of sunlight like a cat
watching the hummingbirds in the beautiful tree in the courtyard
listening to a lecture on spiral galaxies
lying face down on the carpet in exhaustion
squinting into the late afternoon sunlight
playing badminton
putting on lotion
filling out friendship surveys
learning to play the guitar off the internet
playing my harmonica to the rolling sea
whistling
leaning off the front of fifth deck and letting my hair get sticky with sea salt
dancing the waltz



On the other hand, I would rather write my thesis than do these things:

negotiate a taxi price in India
eat a pine cone
sit on a cactus for an hour
move to Salt Lake City
not write my thesis and fail

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Sickness and Publishing
Thursday. 11.17.05 12:38 pm
Oh, I am so sick. Such a sicky.

The stupid doctor's office won't take me til tomorrow morning. I don't know if I can wait that long. I'll probably have Scarlet Fever by then. Stupid doctor. Nobody wants to be around me because nobody can afford to be sick. I bet I caught it from that dumb girl in dance class that I had to dance with. Who comes to dance class when you are sick, right? That's just not considerate. Well, I probably had whatever I had before that.

I'm supposed to write the beginning of my thesis and observe all night tonight. I don't think that's going to happen. My prof was like, "don't observe" and that's great, sure, happy, but that means I have to observe all night on Saturday. :(

On the plus side, we're writing a paper about Gamma Ray Bursts and we're going to try and publish it and MY name is going to be on it!

When I come to speak at some lecture hall someday they're going to be like, "Dr. Zanzibar, PhD Geology, Astronomy and Engineering, published in 7 seven fields of scholarly inquiry." Co-authored a seminal work in the field of gamma ray burst detection and analysis during the gamma ray burst heyday of aught'5. haha, not really. Hopefully I can get a copy of the paper and then I can give it to people to read and they'll be like, "what??" because reading this paper will be like trying to read a paper written in !Xhosa for most people. My prof said I should go get some sleep. Then he said I should probably read the first version of this other paper we are writing and that should help me fall right asleep. haha.

I feel bad because I'm missing his class to fly out on Wednesday and I totally forgot so Seth was like, "you're leaving at lunch, so you're going to miss class, huhn?" and I said, "Oh, no, I'm not going to miss class, I'm flying out right after structure" and then they both reminded me that Astro is after lunch... so I'm going to be missing the class of the professor I was sitting there and talking to... he was like, "Yeah, MY class, don't you remember it?"

oh well. He's a swell guy. He won't hate me too much.

Man, I really wish this thesis section were written. The only way that's going to happen is... you guessed it! I have to write it!

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A Night Poem
Thursday. 11.10.05 1:54 am
Oh, to sleep with dreams so sweet
Muse of Night, wing my feet
Too long in shadow, a dreaming dearth
Firmly planted upon the Earth
From this reality I beg me untie
To ferocious freedom by lullaby

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merrrrr
Tuesday. 11.8.05 9:19 pm
Minutes turn into hours and hours into days and days... they become weeks, until you're more than 9 weeks into the semester and you look back on what has come before and you ask yourself, "where has all the time gone?" "What have I been doing for the past 9 weeks?"

Nine weeks is a long time. Nine weeks makes my soul weak. It makes my need-a-nap meter spring into dangerous overload zone. I need more time. I just used up an entire semester's print quota in 10 minutes. Nine weeks sends my lungs, heart, and various other innards into panic mode. Thanksgiving isn't that far away. But to think of all the things I must complete by that date... a little bit of me dies every time I stop to think on it.

Soon there won't be any of me left to die anymore.

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Hong Kong Memories
Tuesday. 11.8.05 11:37 am
As we walked through the little park, the city outside was in the process of waking. The people in the park were preforming tai chi. It seemed like it was their strange, fluid and mystical movements that were calling the city into life.

Had we been in America, we might have laughed at someone moving in such a way inside a public park. Here, the exercises were preformed by every age and rank in utmost seriousness, such that we, the walking tourist, without the skills to participate in this city-wide dance, might be the only cause for laughter.



Hong Kong was confusing. It wasn't a progression of events, nor was it a feeling that prevaded everything. It was not a state of constant stimulation. It was not India. Hong Kong was way-station, it was a city of complexity and at the same time impeccable order. Hong Kong returns to me as a series of moments. There is a vignette of feeling, which lingers before my eyes for as long as I want to keep it there before whirling away into a tornado of tail lights, neon signs and dirty window shades. Phil said that he never really "got" Hong Kong. But I think that's the point.

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writing letters to my garbage can
Tuesday. 11.8.05 11:31 am
And heavens the swirled above us
and the earth breathed beneath us
and there was no one on this planet
'sides you and me

it's times like that make you want to believe...



but don't. fer serious. It's a bad idea.

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Monday. 10.31.05 9:55 pm
The night was getting late, but we had finished dinner and we were still hungry. Oddly enough, next to that dingy little restaurant with the unidentifiable peices of bleeding meat in the window, the man under the orange light hacking pieces off for customers, there was a 7-Eleven. It was even rumored that if one sat on the curb in front of this 7-Eleven with one's laptop, one could get free wireless internet. Who would bring their laptop to this part of town, and who would dare put their feet out into that street even as far as that gutter, I did not know.

We looked around the store; there were Mars bars and Nestle bars and Sprite Ice, a kind of Sprite that made your mouth abnormally cold and refreshed. We usually passed one around like we were taking drugs, because that's what it felt like. We knew there must be something in there that wasn't FDA approved, or everyone in America would have one. And another one. and another one, please? Everything there was so familiar and yet slightly different, as in a dream when you find yourself in your house but when you look back on it nothing inside was quite like your house at all.

Maggie and I bought a Vienetta. How long had it been since we had had a Vienetta? It was 6 Hong Kong dollars, we had to buy it. It was mint.

When we got back to our room on the 15th floor of the Panda Hotel in Kowloon, we discovered that we had no spoons, so we each tore a bit of cardboard off the box and we ate that Vienetta, the whole thing, just between the two of us. We said it was for all those times that we had to share it with the whole family and no one ever felt like they got enough. It was hard to eat it with the flimsy cardboard and we spent the whole night laughing and licking the melting ice cream out of the box and feeling by the end that incredibly, there was such a thing as too much Vienetta.
As we fell asleep we could hear the strange opera music coming from behind our headboards that we weren't quite sure how to turn off.

I'm sure there was a knob, somewhere.

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Halloween!
Sunday. 10.30.05 11:36 am
So today there was daylight savings time, which is confusing because I believe they passed a law to extend daylight savings time for a couple of weeks, but I guess it doesn't actually take effect until next year, when they have a chance to change all the calendars. Thus I was an hour early for my hair appointment. I guess I'll have to start walking back there soon; I came to Oldenborg because it was the closest place I could kill time online. ha. I miss killing time online. I'm such a killer. Last night was Harwood Halloween. Last year my sister Katherine was there, which was pretty sweet because we went to the party which was lame like always, and then we went to the subfree party which was pretty fun but Katherine cut herself up on the bouncy thing we were playing on when she got whipped back by the bungee cord. This year the party had the potential to not be lame, as it was held in the new parking garage. This is excellent because they kept the location a secret until the very last minute, and also because it muffles the noise so the residents of Claremont can't make noise complaints. The problem with it turned out to be that the whole line to get in the party ended up being on an incline, which caused everyone to bunch at the front, start pushing each other, things got a little out of control, the bouncers were panicking, some people got thrown to the ground and cuffed, they threatened to shut down the party... etc. I ended up being a gypsy instead of a ghost, and that was fun. It was pretty great because all of the senior girls I saw (with very few exceptions) had hilarious random costumes that were really modest; whereas all the freshman were dressed as playboy bunnies and whores and prostitutes and anything else that meant they could wear clothes that were never meant to see the light of day. It got the attention of the senior guys, yes it did, but not exactly in the way I think they hoped. The best costumes, in my opinion were these: Cyrus, Caroline, Alex, Annie, Chris and Rory were the Planeteers, with Cyrus as Captain Planet. It was great, they all learned the Captain Planet song and they sang it for us at the party we had. This also led to one of the best single moments in the evening, when the song "Toxic" came on and Cyrus yelled, "WHAT! Something is TOXIC? OH NO!" He also reminded us throughout the night that we shouldn't pollute, and that saving our planet was the thing to do. Dan was a magic 8-ball. He wore all black and pinned a big black 8 in a circle to the front, behind which he had stuck a whole bunch of tiny slips of paper that all had fortunes on them. Fritz asked the 8-ball, "I am I going to get laid tonight?" and the 8-ball said, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA No." Ok, time to get my hair cut!

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