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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.
Surfing
Tuesday. 10.19.04 12:24 am
Today Michael and I went surfing. We got to try out our different kinds of knots, which turned out to be a mix of masterpiece and tangled rope, but the surf-boards stayed on the roof, so we are obviously awesome. (Michael tied the main rope on, I tied the one holding down the back).

I love to surf. Sometimes I sit there on my board, feeling a little sick from a huge amount of salt water I may have just swallowed, or scanning the water for signs of shark fins, or hyperventilating just a little when it's quite cold... and I wonder what I am doing out there on this foam board getting bashed around by the great ocean. But then a good-looking wave comes and everything- pain, thought, unhappiness, leave my mind and there is only thrill. I always ask people that I am teaching... do you want to know which waves are going to be best? You know the huge ones that come right at you with foaming tips- the ones that look like they are going to crash right on your head and kill you? Those are the ones you are looking for. If you're trying to paddle past it and you realize it is going to break right on you... turn around, paddle like hell, and catch it. It's not really the most comforting thing to say to a prospective student, but it serves them well. For one, that time in the wave's life is the best time to catch it, hands down. Secondly, if you are paddling like crazy away from the wave, you aren't looking at it, and believe me, you don't want to look at it.
Sometimes when I am surfing and nothing is going on, I just slide off my board so that my chest is supported but my legs are drifting aimlessly in the tide. If I am at San Onofre, I'll feel the sea weed sliding through my toes. My feet look incredibly white through the water. And I think... this is what it would be like to be dead. Drowned, that is. Peacefully floating along through the water at a medium buoyancy, sea weed sliding between my cold, white toes. That said, I still don't want to drown. While it wouldn't be so bad to be a body drifting along, it would be terrible to find one, and that's what I usually consider when I'm deciding which way is the best way to die. Plus it would suck to be nibbled on by millions of little fish... because that's just gross.

Conclusion: Surfing is fun! Also, it stopped raining here, which is sad.

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Lowe's Rocks
Sunday. 10.17.04 4:24 pm
I love Lowe's. Why? Is it because of all of the people there who don't know what friction is? That could be part of it. Is it because of that one guy who works there by day and does doughnuts in the parking lot by night? Maybe. Lowe's is full of happy memories. Lowe's makes me miss my Phi Rho gals, and it makes me miss the warehouse (you carry cement, why don't you carry cement PIGMENT! You're sitting on a gold mine, Trebek!) I miss T and the forklifts we used to ride in the old days. Lowe's has inferior forklifts in many ways, but I bet T and I could still unload a Hays with them, and that's all you'd really ask. I love the way that everything smells like Hardware store... is it the lumber? Is it the drawers upon drawers of tiny screws and nails of all sizes? I love the way that everyone is carrying around fifteen foot long plastic piping and disembodied doorknobs and drawer handles! I love the show countertops and the dozen bathtubs organized into fake bathrooms and the display with tons of different showerheads sticking out everywhere. I love thinking about what I am going to buy and planning to make my own shower floor out of Labradorite. I think to myself that that awesome ceiling fan is about the same price as my longboard was- and wouldn't I use and appreciate a ceiling fan as much as my skateboard?
Hardware stores make me want to have a house so I could decorate it and build a deck onto it and cut down a Christmas tree with a sharp-toothed saw and put it in the window I sealed from the winter looking over the deck with a candy-cane tree skirt around the trunk.
Hardware stores make me want a house and a husband and children and a job that helps us get by and snow and Thanksgiving and Christmas....

...and then I walk into the garden section. You have to go through a door, and you are immediately greeted by the smell I always associate with The Big Toolbox back home... it smells like garden hoses and coy ponds and good, clean dirt and the air rings with running water. Suddenly my life has expanded to summer! There was a little juniper-type bush for two dollars, I could hardly restrain myself, but it had to be grown in full sun and my room is very shady. They had a plant called Chocolate Mint, and when I rubbed its leaves between my fingers, it smelled like Chocolate Mint!! Again, I had to physically restrain myself from buying it because it too needed full sunlight. $1.49!!!
My polka dot plant, Herbert, has been doing pretty well in the shade but you don't want to press your luck.

By the time I left that section, I had added a beautiful garden to my dream Lowe's-fabricated life, with climbing roses and Chocolate Mint and Peppermint and Oregano and Chives and Juniper and lots and lots of MUMS! Plants right now are the anti-gas.... that is, they are really cheap.

Gas prices are up to $2.40. They are CRIPPLING ME. But not Lowe's. Ah, Lowe's is setting me free.

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Sunday. 10.10.04 2:09 pm
The fire flies began their dance over the countryside.
With love in their veins, they left wandering trails of light across the meadow.
Back and forth they weaved, blinking slowly in and out.
It seemed as if they were there only to make the night more beautiful,
as if they had been summoned only so that I could see them
as I trailed my hand among the heads of the ripe wheat,
as its silky hair tickled my palm
and the grass swished between my bare toes.

The night was not dark, it was a deep blue lighted by the sorrowful white moon.

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reading
Saturday. 10.9.04 10:56 pm
For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man.

-William Wordsworth


Nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold
Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in the solitary walk;
And let the mountain-winds be free
To blow against thee: and, in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into sober pleasure; when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies.
-W.W

Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
-W.W

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Thursday. 9.23.04 10:39 am
the measure of love is in lost

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Warning Sign
Saturday. 9.18.04 10:58 pm
NOTE: z
No smoking around zanzibar. Thank-you for your co-operation.

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Dayum straight!

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A schedule of Events
Friday. 9.17.04 11:44 pm
The upcoming weeks:


Private Tour of The Reagan Ranch with speakers and free Republican junk (tomorrow)

Surfing (hopefully Sunday unless I don't get anything done)

Oceanside (if I get to go to the leadership conference, which I may not if I go surfing on Sunday instead of to church)

The Space Ship Launch. A race for 10 million dollars to build completely civilian three seater space craft is finally finished. The launch is from Mojave Airport. Be there at 5am, launch is at 7! (Wednesday, September 29th)

TRONA Gem-O-Rama Playing in the mud, swimming in the salt lakes, looking for these awesome crystals (some as big as your leg!) (October 9-10)

If you want to come on any of these adventures, contact me and I will write your name on a seat in The Adventure Camry. Plus, we can go up to the observatory and study quasars through the one meter telescope with the visiting Prof from Caltech. I'll tell you when I get the information!

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Elect Bill Jones!
Thursday. 9.16.04 3:34 am
Nothing is so interesting as a car full of young and idealistic campus Republicans. You get questions such as, "Are we the only Republicans on the 5-Cs?" and "My friends who are conservative leaning are afraid to express their opinions... should they be?" and "Does the workload ever change here at Pomona?" and before I can answer, "yes, it gets much much worse" he says, "Because it's killing me!" and I have to change to saying, "Ah, well, once you get the hang of it, it will be fine!"
But we all went to the fundraiser and I got the excellent job of seating everyone and guarding the door to make sure they didn't seat themselves before the Governator arrived. I was doing my duty with my new friends HaiYung and David, with HaiYang as our first line of defense. Unfortunately, HaiYung folded very easily and he ended up seating as many as seven old ladies "who couldn't stand up any longer" well before the ballroom was open. We made sure to ridicule him for his weakness while avoiding having to turn anyone away ourselves. Some women were so rude that they 1. did not ask us if the ballroom was open 2. walked right by when we tried to intercept them, and 3. physically brushed us aside and opened the door into our faces on their way in. Well there you go, terrorists. I guess that's the best way to get inside. Or you could ask HaiYung and he'll find your table for you! The sad thing was that these were just the kind of people who were who they were because they had spent their lives pushing aside people like us. As David said, "These people just smell rich."
"And how do rich people smell?"
"Very rich."
We met Ben Stein briefly, and as the Governator never showed up because all planes into LAX were diverted due to a radar problem, he ran most of the show. Ahnold talked to us over the phone for a while, and that was sweet. Even said "Hasta la vista" at the end, and "did I do a good job, Bill?"
There weren't too many famous people there that we knew, but that's mostly because the Hollywood crowd leans to the other side, which Ben Stein said is perfectly fine with him. Ahnold said that he thought that Barbara Boxer was probably in charge of funding the power to the radar towers. ;)
When Bill Jones came in there was music and everyone was giving him a standing ovation and the pillars of the ballroom were flashing red white and blue and I was eating a dinner that cost $200-$500 a plate. Actually, though I got my own dessert, I had to share dinner with someone else, which was a weird experience because she just ate some and then gave her half eaten plate to me, and I, starving, picked out as much as was still edible and ate it with her remaining knife and dessert spoon. I didn't even know this woman, she was just one of the head volunteers. I got to sit with a lot of fabulously rich people and I took a picture of them for them, I wish I had stolen that seating chart because then I would know who it was that I was sitting with.
It was a fabulous experience and here are some memorable quotes:

"Oh, they are all the same. They're the College Republicans. They're all clones."
--woman answering her friend who thought that she just saw the same ticket-taker twice

"Oh, those boys are VERY good looking. Look how good looking those boys are! Very good looking!"
--woman in her late fifties commenting on the College Republicans. It's true. They really are clones.
Turns out I met a freshman who is from Colorado, went on the sea kayaking OA, knows all the same places I do, and was at the John Mayer concert at Red Rocks, sitting some 15 rows in front of me. In fact, I probably walked right past him seeing as Ann and I walked the whole place before deciding where to sit. Crazy.

Looks like since we are such good volunteers that Rob is going to hook us up with seeing ol' George W. I love it how I get to go on everything since there is practically only one of me on campus! :D

That reminds me of an excellent quote by Shan's future husband and my until recently "secret boyfriend": "You support Bush!? You are being indoctrinated!"

... by whom? Can a person indoctrinate herself?

Bill Jones seemed like a solid guy, but there is all this talk of California getting its fair share and California returning to its status as the Golden State and all that stuff. Yeah, I think California's getting MORE than its fair share. Though Ahnold did say that Cali only gets 77 cents for every dollar in taxes that they pay the government which isn't really fair, (except for maybe right this minute, when Cali is not being destroyed by four hurricanes and everyone else is), but it was surreal to see how big and important and big time all this was, coming from the Bob Schaffer campaign. There it was just the sweat and tears and hard work and there it was the big money and the big names and the plastic surgery. They want their name in lights, as the most important state in the union. Colorado wants someone who is going to represent their water rights in the Senate. It just was amazing what a different plane of existence these people live on. The other amazing thing was that I met people who actually hold my same opinions and beliefs. It was such an odd experience for me that I didn't know how to handle it. I kept waiting to disagree with them, since I've become generally skeptical and cautious, but what can I say, they surprised me. Bill Jones may really be the one for California. I guess we'll find out when he wins, eh? winkwink, nudge nudge!

Callisto's bowl is once again spotless. Man, I love that fish.

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