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Zanzibar
Age. 33
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him
Location Altadena, CA
School. Other
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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.
Tristan et Yseult
Friday. 7.22.05 5:45 pm
hm, I was looking on the internet for the legend of Tristan et Yseult to link to my blog and all of the ones I found were certainly not the one that I had read. I think the ones on the internet are based off the book that this particular guy wrote, I read that after he wrote it again the original medieval version was almost lost. But in the version I read, there was no trysting and adultery and what-have-you, Tristan faithfully delivered Yseult to his uncle the king to whom she was betrothed and then moved to France because he knew he could not trust himself if she was always so close by. Now that sounds a little more Arthurian than that the lovers were discovered by King Marc trysting and so they fled into the forest and eventually King Marc forgave them for their indiscretions, etc etc.... sigh... the only reason I liked the story of Tristan et Yseult was because honor won out over passion. Doesn't honor ever win out over passion anymore? Aren't there things that are more important than love?

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maybe this is what life is all about
Friday. 7.22.05 5:03 pm
The day I got home from Minnesota, my boss and I were driving along when we came upon some children pushing a car down the side of the road. Their mother was in the driver's seat and a smaller child was in the passenger seat. We asked if we could help and she explained that her car had given out on the highway and she just needed to get it to somewhere where they wouldn't tow it. We got out and helped the children push the car up the street and into a parking lot, up a little incline. The children were exhausted and they fell away from the car after a little bit. We managed to maneuver it into a parking spot and my boss told her that she should go in to the warehouse it belonged to and just notify them that her car would be there so they wouldn't be puzzled. It was kind of funny because without my boss in the car, as big and strong as he is, I probably wouldn't have stopped. I am just a medium-sized girl, as it were, and although I have strength she probably would have told me that she had it under control, doubting that I could be of much help. That happens to me a lot.
Then again, had my boss been the only one in the car, she might not have been as willing to receive help then, either, as she might find him big and she would not really know what his intentions were (although being dressed as nicely as he was would help). But with me sitting in the car next to him she would know that he was perfectly safe. And with him sitting next to me she knew we would be a great help. We were the perfect combination for doing good.


Today I was driving along and I saw a lemonade stand with three children, an older girl and two young brothers by the side of the road. Immediately I stopped and I got out of the car and I bought some Kool-Aid because they confided that it was the coldest of all the drinks they had to offer. I didn't have 50 cents so I gave them a dollar and the little boys were very happy. The dad came out with an empty cooler and waved to me and I got back in my car and off I went, drinking up the icy cold kool-aid on this 105 degree day even though the sugar hurts my teeth.



That's kind of what I think life is all about.

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I may secretly be a seal, or maybe a mountain goat
Thursday. 7.21.05 8:54 pm
I wish I could yearn for you forever in a lost love kind of way, never knowing whether or not our love could have been perfect if only we could have been allowed to pursue it. Like Tristan et Yseult, only without the love potion. Just naturally. I would go off and marry the King of Ireland and you would move to France and we’d always wonder what things could have been like if our honor didn’t forbid us from following our love. Maybe that is the way it is. But I think we would find that you like to live near the sea and eat good food and I am tied to these mountains. You could take me to the sea. I love the sea. I could watch the sea for hours, I am fascinated by it. You might find me walking there if we ever became angry with one another and you couldn’t find me anywhere in the house. You would not be able to find me in the mountains. I could live by the sea if you took me to live there, but I would feel like the Secret of Roan Inish. I would be the perfect model of wife and mother. I would raise our children next to the sea. I would love our life and I would never speak to you of the mountains. But one day, given the means, I might disappear. One day gone I would be and the minute you noticed you would know where I had gone but you would know equally well that there was no way you could ever find me. The mountains are in my blood. I cannot go to the mountains for a ski holiday and be satisfied. They must be there when I wake up and they must sing me to sleep in my bed at night. They must always be in the west so I know which way is which even though I can usually tell just by the stars or my very bones. The mountains sing to me, like the sea sings to some other people. Maybe the sea sings to you.

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vignette from time spent outside the box
Wednesday. 7.20.05 3:15 pm
One time I was walking down the street in Ho Chi Minh City by myself, as I often did when I was there, on my way to here or there, stepping around the coconut vendors crouched on the sidewalk, avoiding the constant calls of the pedago-go drivers and the motortaximen, eyes always straight ahead, head up, briskly walking, clearly on my way to somewhere specific and possibly late for whatever was happening there. As I was passing the long cream wall of the Ben Thranh market someone suddenly emerged from one of the shallow alcoves in the wall. I think it was a woman, though I will never be sure. Her face was completely melted away. You could only see what remained of her hair and warped holes from which one eye like a infinite black void peered into the sunlight and the others from which she must breathe and eat. The other eye was gone, buried somewhere amid the scars, her nostrils were elongated like the skin had frozen in the middle of dripping over the contours of her skull. Her teeth hung as if they themselves had made the hole out of which they now showed.

Perhaps I should thank all of the Indiana Jones movies I had watched. Maybe the American "culture of violence" was good for something. Because I didn't start or jump or gasp or move away from her, I just took in in a moment all that she was: not begging or selling anything, not to be pitied, just living her life--- and then I kept walking.

I walked by there countless times after that and I was always looking for her, but I never saw her again.

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The Lone Wolf of the North Woods
Wednesday. 7.20.05 11:04 am
When we were camping up on the south shore of Lake Superior in Wisconsin, we met this man who was camping next to us who decided he would be more than welcome to sit at our nice fire and tell us stories all night while drinking the groups' beer. He was 47 and he had been divorced for 9 years. His ex-wife was a native american who grew up on the nearby reservation. They're having a lot of trouble on the reservation these days and he likes to keep up with the news on it. He cares about the reservation very much.

He's a retired businessman, when he was 20 he started a limosine renting business and got to drive around lots of interesting people (especially interesting, he said, were the stewardesses that he got to drive back and forth to the airport). After a while he expanded into other businesses and made quite a fortune for himself. He worked all the time, and it was paying off (monetarily). About seven years ago, he had a massive heart attack that almost killed him. When he recovered, he retired and reevaluated his life. His wife was gone. He was forty and had just almost died from overwork. He started going camping and getting into kayaking and canoeing. Always by himself- hunting, exploring the North Woods, living life at a slower pace.
Somebody asked him what he hoped to do with the rest of his life. He answered very frankly that it was his life goal to remarry his ex-wife. He loved her more than anything and he was a fool to have let her go. She left him while he was working, and one can't help but wonder what might have happened had he suffered the heart attack and the awakening just two years earlier. I asked him how he was going to win her back and he answered that he couldn't really do anything at the moment, because she was married to some dumb jerk. His eyes lit up for a moment. "But just as soon as she realizes that and leaves him, I'll be there."
He seemed to be aware of how pathetic his life might seem, living alone, dedicated to getting back a woman who had clearly moved on without him, but he assured us that it wasn't so bad as all that. He camped all the time, he moved whenever he wanted to, he met all kinds of people- people like us. He said that day he had been kayaking on the lake and exploring the caves around the Apostle Islands. The cave rooves were low so only in the best of weather should you try and go into them. He said the things he saw on his trip were so beautiful... it made him very sad because for the first time all he really wanted was someone with whom he could share these beautiful memories. The solitude is amazing, yes, the sights are amazing, but having somebody to share all these things with, who will remember them with you years later, that's what life is really all about. He thought perhaps he would put out an ad for a kayaking partner, at least. We encouraged him on this point.
He said that he was taking a lot of medicine for his various ailments (he mentioned morphine, which I doubt they would give him) and he said he shouldn't drink in conjunction with his medication, so he gave us a 3/4 full bottle of vodka and a six-pack of beer. Why he had these things in the first place was a mystery to us, but he ended up finishing another quarter of the vodka while he was talking to us. He and Erin and I went off a little ways to a clearing where we could see the stars. I showed them the Little Dipper which neither had seen. He was especially impressed since he said he'd been looking for it for many years and always in the wrong place. I showed them how to find Draco the Dragon and Scorpio the Scorpion and Cygnus the Swan and even the Lyra, the Harp. I showed them constellations even I had never seen before. It was a lot of fun. He asked me if he could ask me a personal question and I said he could and he asked if I believed in God. I said I certainly did and he said he thought that was really cool. I told him that I thought it was amazing how many little mysteries God has put out there for us to figure out, so many mysteries that we'll always have something to do.

I liked him. Some of the others thought he was kind of a sad drunken man who told us a lot of lies. I guess maybe the story he told us about how he fought off a black bear with a machete and filmed it with his video camera that he held in his other hand seems a little far fetched looking back on it, and the fact that he owns a two-hundred pound timber wolf that he controls with a shock collar isn't something you hear about every day, but frankly who cares if his tales are true or not? What's going to happen to me, who is going to laugh at me if I believe him? Nothing and no one. Anyway, the quieter, sadder tales were what interested me, because nobody invents such steadfast devotion and such deep and mournful regret. I think his life could be a country song.

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Monday. 6.27.05 8:20 am
I'm going caaaamping!

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for some reason these get me
Sunday. 6.26.05 2:39 pm
yeah, usually I'm not into the internet list thing, but I found these while cruising the blogs lately and they really tell it like it is. it makes me go, "yeah! that's exactly right!"

*1 . Tell her she is beautiful, not hott, fine or ***y.
*2 . Hold her hand at any moment even if it just for a second.
*3 . Kiss her on the forehead.
*4 . Leave her voice messages to wake up to.
*5 . Always tell her you love her at any and all times.
*6 . When she is upset hold her tight and tell her how much she means to you.
*7 . Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean the most.
*8 . Sing to her no matter how horrible your voice is.
*9 . Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with.
*10 . Write her notes. {she loves them}
*11 . Introduce her to family and friends as your girlfriend.
*12 . Play with her hair.
*13 . Pick her up, tickle her and play-wrestle with her.
*14 . Sit in the park and just talk to her.
*15 . Tell her funny jokes, tell her stupid jokes, just tell her jokes.
*16 . Throw pebbles at her window in the middle of the night just because you missed her.
*17 . Let her fall asleep in your arms.
*18. Carve your names into a Tree.
*19 . If she's mad at you, kiss her.
*20 . Give her piggyback rides.
*21 . Bring her Flowers just because.
*22 . Treat her the same around your friends as you do when your alone.
*23 . Look her in the eyes and smile.
*24 . Let her take as many pictures of you as she wants.
*25 . Slow dance with her, even if there isn't any music playing.
*26 . Kiss her in the rain.
*27 . If your in love with her . . . Tell her.

I wanna be the girl you point to and say that's her
I wanna be the girl you can't get to sleep thinking about
I wanna be the girl you leave the party to go see
I wanna be the girl you call to say i miss you
I wanna be the girl you hug just to smell her purfume
I wanna be the girl you kiss just to taste her lipgloss
I wanna be the girl you tell your friends about
I wanna be the girl you touch just to feel
I wanna be the girl you cuddle just to feel her breath
I wanna be your girl forever

when a girl is quiet, millions of things are running through her mind.
when a girl is not arguing, she is deep in thought.
when a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions, she is wondering how long you will be around.
when a girl answers ' i'm fine,' after a few seconds, she's not fine at all.
when a girl lays her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be hers forever.
when a girl says 'i love you,' she means it.
when a girl says ' I miss you', no one in the world can miss you more than that

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quizzes
Saturday. 6.25.05 9:04 pm
hm, I guess you have to highlight it with your cursor to read it, don't ask me.




You Are a Boy Shorts Bikini!


You're a sexy girl - but not the type that likes to let it all hang out.

You are in to a little of everything at the beach - swimming, tanning, playing

And when you're running around, you'll be sure your butt isn't falling out of your suit




What Kind of Bikini Are You? Take This Quiz :-)




Find the Love of Your Life
(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.








You Have Your PhD in Men


You understand men almost better than anyone.

You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.

Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.


How Well Do You Understand Men? Take This Quiz :-)



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(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.










Your Element is Metal


Your power colors: white, gold, and silver



Your energy: contracting



Your season: fall



You are persistent (and maybe even a little bit stubborn).

If you see something you want, you go for it.

You have a lot of strength, and it's difficult to get you down.

Very logical, you tend to analyze everything going on in your life.

What Element Are You?




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You Belong in London


A little old fashioned, and a little modern.

A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock.

A unique woman like you needs a city that offers everything.

No wonder you and London will get along so well.


What City Do You Belong in? Take This Quiz :-)



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You Are a Soft Kisser


Your kissing style is understated, but effective

You give soft, sweet, and soulful kisses to your special guy

And that's the key: he's got to be special to get your kiss

Because you don't just go around kissing anyone


What's Your Kissing Style? Take This Quiz :-)



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Men See You As Choosy


Men notice you light years before you notice them
You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky
You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter
It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait

How Do Men See You? Take This Quiz :-)


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You are Milk Chocolate


A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.
You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.
Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.

What Kind of Chocolate Are You? Take This Quiz :-)


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Your Ideal Hairstyle: Long and Framed






What Hairstyle Is Right For You? Take This Quiz :-)


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(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.








You are a Buff Girl!


You've got a boomin' body and a fearless spirit.
Most guys have trouble keeping up with your energy and fitness level.
Competitve and fun loving, you're up for almost anything.
Make sure you pick a guy who doesn't mind getting beaten by a girl!




What Kind of Girl Are You? Take This Quiz :-)




Find the Love of Your Life
(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.





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