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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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 ŕ 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
Sunday. 5.22.05 9:43 pm
Dakar looked around a little cautiously. He was still hiding out in the middle of the forest, waiting for Jasper to return. He coiled up at the edge of the pond and slithered his long forked tongue into the water. He wanted to see if he could just keep it there and not let it dart in and out like a lizard. It was an old exercise from his days in training, meant to widen the gap that made lizards lizards and dragons their lords. He brought whatever small amount of water his tongue had collected slowly and measuredly back into his mouth. Dragons seldom drank water. Everyone always said that it surpressed the Fire. Dakar didn't have the fire. Neither did they. What were they so worried about? The water was delicious and cold. He let some of it seep between his teeth and down his throat. He didn't think of anything, his mind was preoccupied with the smell of the forest and the delicious dribble of the water down his chin. He wondered what it would be like to go for a swim. Jasper loved swimming. He always giggled and splashed and acted like a complete fool whenever he was covered in water. The water loved Jasper. It invigorated him. Dakar wondered if it could do the same for him. The pond wasn't very deep. So what if dragons couldn't swim, he could simply wade in the bright clear water and watch the colorful fish dart about his body. He gazed longingly into the pond.
Sunday. 5.22.05 9:31 pm
He had been lying in the shadow of the cavern all day, watching Chalco and his friends as they flew in and out over the water. They were playing a game centered around an old cormorant, but the bird was sluggish and their repeated passes had made it frightened and confused- it flew in erratic circles and its feathers were coming out in crazy bursts. Dakar's large eyes, like deep black mirrors, followed the unfortunate bird. His head lay cradled between his forearms and his ears were fanned just enough to catch hints of the brilliant blue sea crashing on the cliff-side so many hundreds of feet below. His stomach was sick with pity. Chalco had been sitting on a precipice at the edge of the cavern for some time, his forearms crossed in contemplation, the sunlight glittering off of his brilliant purple-gold scales, casting a thousand dancing lights backwards into the cave. The sunlight suited Chalco perfectly. He looked like the sparkling idols of old that decorated the ancient temples in the city-center. Dakar preferred the darkness. It protected him, it wrapped its cool, stretchy arms around him and made everyone else let him alone.
"Oh, leave that tired old bird already" called Chalco lazily from his perch. His eyes sparkled. "It's time for Dakar's training."
Dakar's head snapped up and a cold chill ran through his body. The circling dragons murmured with excitement and came to roost on the cave's edge. The lone cormorant fluttered vainly towards the cliff's summit, dropped ten feet, paused, and then plummeted haphazardly the thousand feet into the sea. Chalco easily leaped the twenty feet from the precipice to the cavern. He surveyed his friends' faces.
"So far we have been testing Dakar's courage and fortitude, trying to turn him from a weak little iguana into one of us. We have trained him to endure great pain without so much as a grimace. Now is the time for his final test.â€ť
The final test. Its formal name was the Snakeâ€™s Terror, but Chalco probably invented the name that very day, standing there in the bright sunlight, the sweet-smelling sea breeze buffeting his smiling whiskers, commanding the rapt attention of his friends with a slow soft stream of suggestions.
Within a few minutes Dakar had been prepared. His wings were lashed to his body with a series of carefully tied knots. His arms and legs were tied to each other. Without his limbs, he had the same abilities of a snake, the others agreed. He had use of neck and tail, but they muzzled his snout so he could not speak or cry out for help. They meant to push him off the Cormorantâ€™s Wharf, whose tiered peak was just high enough to break his legs if he tried to land on them while they were tied. If he panicked, they would let him fall. If he showed good resolve, they would save him. Things did not go as planned. Before they started down, there was an argument; Dakar could never remember how it started. Arseno, a pugnacious black angular dragon wanted to cast the little green dragon from the mouth of the cavern. The Cormorantâ€™s Wharf was hardly sufficient for a final test, some of the others agreed. Chalco became very angry. Dakar could not speak. One eye was pressed into the sandy rock and the other saw only shadows and sky. The cliff edge came closer. There was a scuffle. He felt a hard shove and then there was only empty space. The air rushed past him. He was falling, still falling. His wings tried to open on instinct but their bonds held fast. Panic seized his stomach. Around him there was still only empty space.
The fall to the water should have killed him. Instead he crashed into the top of the Cormorantâ€™s Wharf, the top of his intended platform dive. The wood splintered. The highest platform gave way. He struck the next, and the next, and the rotting wood came with him with deafening crunches. At last he bounced free of the scaffolding, free-falling the remaining distance straight into the sea. It hit him like a rock wall, knocking the breath from his lungs. As soon as the water managed to get out of the way, it came coursing back. He could not move his arms. The ropes cut into his wings. His breathing was quick and short. He could not breathe. The water was rising. The salt burned his eyes and nostrils. There was broken wood everywhere.
Suddenly there were claws on his skin. They pulled, lifted him out of the burning, sucking water and onto dry land.
Dakar could not fly again for more than six months. His father never asked what happened. He did not want to know. He never visited Dakar in the infirmary, and when Dakar was finally back on his feet, his look of utter shame at the sight of his sonâ€™s limping figure was enough to discourage the young dragon from ever approaching his father again. He never told him that it was Chalco, his most beloved son, who had orchestrated the entire fiasco. He never told him that it was Chalco who caused the bruising and the swelling that often ruined his chances on Race Day. And Dakar never knew that it was Chalco whose shove had finally pushed him over the edge that day.
Monday. 5.16.05 6:31 pm
You need love.
You are a pretty normal, well-rounded person
that just craves that fairy tale love where you
will be swept off your feet and live happily
ever after. Chances are that you fantasize or
dream about it so much that you either see all
the guys/girls as unromantic or you tell
yourself that anyone could be your soulmate.
You long to have someone by your side and you
want to give back on the romance part too, not
What Do You Need in Your Life? [dark pics]
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back at the ol' warehouse
Tuesday. 1.11.05 1:55 pm
sugarbear: You see, all the tires went out the door, where they became rubber trees. then we cut down the rubber trees and made paper out of them!
she-who-must-not-be-named: on a scale of importance from 1 to 10, that's like a .005 for me.
I like the mist. It has settled over Denver and the eastern plains, no doubt to hide us from the coming storm. The storm will not see us, think that we are not there, and then pass us right over. california was not so lucky. Oh, Denver, how I love thee. Sunday I could have just sat outside forever.
Sunday. 1.9.05 12:17 pm
Find out at Go Quiz
-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.
What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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innocent kiss - you're cute and sweet and like it
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Tuesday. 1.4.05 1:16 pm
Which HP Kid Are You?
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster.
Harry Potter Quiz: Which Hogwarts Professor Are You?
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I hate the dentist
Friday. 12.31.04 12:43 am
At first there is the practicing bit before tuning. It's a bit painful to listen to and poorly organized, oops, a slip here, oh my, I thought your lip was going to split so I rubbed vaseline all over your face. Uncomfortable, no order in the madness. Then there is the tuning, and the instruments buzz in your ears and everything smells like cinnamon or spearmint and they ask you if that flavor is ok even though they're already putting it on and you don't really have a choice. If the orchestra tunes to A, then goddammit, you better not have been expecting a B flat. Then it begins, there are moments of terror, woe, pain and curiosity. Sometimes it gets so quiet and monotonous that you almost fall asleep... then WHAM! great excitement! Hundreds of instruments, all at work at the same time! buzzing and whirring and singing and crunching and making your tongue go dry and numb with pure shots of soul anesthesia that hurt so much in order to take away the pain away in wrenching catharsis. The cold bursts of the larger, bass vacuum sends chills throughout your body. Finally, the crescendo. All emotions come to a peak! You jerk pitifully in your chair as the instruments strike a nerve! The concert-master pauses, revamps his bow, and then strikes one more chilling note, as his hand trembles in fervent vibrato against your wobbling cheek. Just a pinch. It will be over soon.
an entry not about Brett, but for him nonetheless
Friday. 12.31.04 12:23 am
so I was talking about how whenever you think something will happen, it doesn't. So then I had myself completely convinced that since I had thought of some particular thing, it absolutely meant that it couldn't happen. However, being so completely convinced that it wouldn't happen under these circumstances, the only way for me to be once again caught by surprise is if it did happen. Which it did. I'm not complaining, but life really likes to play games with me. Don't you, Life?!? grrArgh!
set THAT one down for ambiguity, BRETT! ha-HA! Put that in your vaguery pipe and smoke it!
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