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 Cherry Hills Vil, CO
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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 à 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
Do you have a problem with Tony Hawk?
Wednesday. 8.11.04 11:33 pm
Then you can get off your board and take a phony walk.
I have two sides, one happy one anger. You can ask any stranger, my board is fast and danger. www.illmitch.com.
"If some guy tried to mess with any of y'all, he would have a better chance walking through Hell in a bra and panties made of gasoline and not getting burnt."
"A mop in a warehouse makes just about as much sense as boobs on a bull."
I have to get into top form to start the school year. Let's see what is working for me and against me:
For: two more days of heavy lifting, two weeks of nothing to do but workout, not enough money to buy unhealthy food, and my iron will
Against: Only two more days of heavy lifting, two weeks of nothing to do but sit on my butt, nothing to eat but Swiss Miss Bars and almost-expired string cheese, 48 Nut Rolls given to me by the coolest trucker EVER, Gary Anderson, of Gary Anderson Trucking (high rates, free candy!), and my human weakness. (I know you're all thinking, 'what human weakness?', trust me, it's only a phase)
Looking at the size of the paragraphs alone, "against" is looking pretty unbeatable. But maybe my will, since it is iron, might weigh a little heavier.
Coming soon: The Perfect Husband List By Kristina and Z
Tuesday. 8.10.04 11:56 pm
So Bob lost the primary. To tell you the truth I only really started campaigning for him yesterday, though I did my part before that with the bumper sticker. I've seen it when we've won, I've seen it when we've lost, but I knew Bob and I was there and I talked to him and when it was over he gave me a hug and thanked me for my efforts (crazily sticking up signs around Koebel Library this morning and calling people last night) even though there were three cameras two inches away.
We got pretty hammered, the margin was 60% to 40% or so. Some of the first counties that came in were the ones we were hoping we'd get and we didn't get them.
The hardest thing about it, I guess, was the fact that Bob is such a good, decent man. You should have heard his defeat speech. All it was about was getting behind Coors now that he won and coming together as a party and keeping on fighting the good fight to make a difference in the world.
He went up to the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs and they told him that some people really wanted to meet him- turned out to be some members of the Iraqi Olympic team. They didn't know very much about who he was, but they knew that he'd served in Congress and was running for something else- they figured that he might get to talk to President Bush at some point and they wanted to give him a message. They said that this was the first time that the members of the Olympic team were chosen on merit... the first time the Olympic commission was elected democratically and they were really representing their country's best side. They were beyond excited about it and they wanted to thank President Bush and Schaffer too and anyone else here in America for giving them their country back. They gave him a pin that said, "Iraq is Back" that they were wearing to show their pride in their newly restored country and their newly restored hope for a good future.
Schaffer was so positive and he couldn't say a bad thing about Coors. Most of us listening agreed that none of us could give such a speech without injecting some hint of bitterness. ("I know there are some serious doubts about this man's ability to run a nation, I hope none of us here think that", My Fellow Americans) His grace in his loss made me like him a whole lot more than I did already, and that was bad because it made me even more sad that he lost. We talked to his wife for a good while and he has five kids! I feel like if all the voters had met him, they all would have voted for him right away. But he couldn't meet everyone, I suppose.
I stocked up on my Republican junk and my faith in humanity and I guess I'll be ready after a couple days off to get in gear for November. I can't get real excited about it. I can't listen to any of the wackos on either side talking about how much the other person is a liar. I want to vote for somebody, not against somebody, and that's all anyone seems to be doing these days. That's why I like this link! www.jibjab.com ! I was voting for Schaffer, I wasn't voting against Coors. With all his money and the popularity of his name, what chance did the little guys have? Just some signs and a dream and a little back room filled with telephones and people who believed.
For me, at least, it wasn't all in vain. I'll remember Bob when he's nameless on some county water board someplace, and he'll be doing good for Colorado in whatever way he can. Because he's just that kind of guy. And my sister and I met some eligible young Republican bachelors and we were interviewed for the Denver Post. So pick up your Denver Posts, residents of Colorado, and perhaps I will be in them! (Note: Subscribe to the Rocky Mountain News. Buy the Denver Post this once out of a machine ;) Never, ever believe anything a paper from Boulder tells you unless it is the Onion. And Savage of the Savage Nation is crazy. I don't care if he's conservative. He's crazy.) And that is that. This is a no-spin zone. Ha. what a joke. That's all, from this Krazy Kerrrber Konservative Konversation Korner. I should go find my Dole hat and call up Sean Mellot.
One More Week of Warehouse
Sunday. 8.8.04 11:40 pm
Gary: I actually have a really good sense of smell
T: You should be a Nose
Me: Yeah, you could live in France, smell perfume all day
Gary: But then everyone would pick on me
Friend 1: Mark, you should throw away that fan.
Mark: Hey now, this fan is special, I got it for my birthday last year! Just because it's broken doesn't mean I should throw it away.
Me: Yeah, come on guys, that is Mark's biggest fan.
Mark: Yes... yes it is, actually.
On Friday I started the day by running after a semi-truck. I sent him over to T's warehouse with the direction that T would flag him down, but she didn't quite get out there in time because I was handing her the paperwork through the rail door, so I trotted down the rail tracks only to see him zip by, and I took off after him, T radioing me to tell me that he'd gotten away. She told me that I had good form and I told her I was merely out for my morning jog. I finally caught him as he was turning about to make sure he hadn't missed it, and I caught a ride back down the road on the side of the semi, holding onto the side mirror, wind in my hair, roar of the engine in my ears. And that's when I knew that my favorite color was chrome. ;)
Tig radioed us to tell us that she wished she had a camera. It was a marvelous way to start a day.
It reminded me of the time that I forgot my money purse at the golf course and I tried to run after my sister to flag her down and ask her to go get it for me and I chased her down four holes or so but she couldn't hear me over the racket that the cart made. I like running, if it's for a good reason, like saving a goal or your job or your life. It's running for no reason that really gets me. That time wasn't as fun because I didn't get to ride back in style, I got to walk.
Here's a joke courtesy of my favorite math/english major (the best kind), Auggie:
So this boy comes up to a nun and he says, "Excuse me, Sister, I have always wanted to kiss a nun... can I kiss you?"
and she says, "Yeah, sure, but don't get into the habit."
Auggie knows just what I like.
Back from Vacation
Thursday. 8.5.04 9:36 pm
"Don't let Democracy Take a Dive. Let Nader Debate!"
What interesting organizations support this nutang site. Maybe instead of "signing an open letter to Bush to let Nader debate" people should stop the Democrats from doing everything they can to throw Nader off the ballot in every state they can. Whatever. Nader deserves his shot.
I got back from Maryland, and the entry that I wrote while I was there seems to have been heinously erased, but no matter. I had an excellent time walking to and fro between our condo and Delaware. Delawhere? Delaware! That's what my postcard said, anyway. They don't have sales tax there you know. That's right. It's like Oregon only with warmer beaches, fewer greenies and a lot more fudge, in my experience. I wonder if you compared annual fudge sales in Delaware and Oregon, who would win?
Now that I am back, the Great End-Of-Work Countdown has come. I have 6 days remaining. SIX. DAYS. Here are some quotes:
"These girls make better men then most guys I know."
Uncle Sugarbear: He won't watch Lord of the Rings because he's afraid of wizards
New Guy: I'm not afraid of wizards... it's just, you know... witchcraft! I don't need that stuff filling up my head...
Marka: how old are you?
New Guy: ...when I could have other stuff filling up my head like... pigment.
Marka: I... you... I have absolutely no response to that.
Big Fat Trucker: So, what are you studying in college?
Big Fat Trucker: Oh, you are going to get really fat in your office. You should stay at this job so that you don't get fat.
T: Well, I'll be a sports psychologist, so maybe I'll get some exercise in.
Big Fat Trucker: Oh! You don't want to do that. Haven't you seen the Kobe Bryant case? They're dangerous!
T: Not as dangerous as truckers
Truckers, as you can see, are almost as good at flirting with T as your average golfer is with my sister. Choose your poison.
listening to: JUANES
Tuesday. 7.20.04 12:08 am
Today a young sparrow flew into the warehouse and tried to eat a little piece of fertilizer off the floor. They are little orange glassy spheroids, and they are all over the dock these days of fertilizer mobilization. He was clumsy and silly and didn't run away when I came to see what he had in his mouth. Finally he skittered away across the slick floor and fell right off the side off the dock onto the asphalt. I told him to drop that fertilizer if he knew what was good for him and he finally did, chirping merrily although no one was answering, until finally I had to go back inside and he walked/flew back under a dropped trailer to chatter with a dour and impatient adult. That must have been one of the dumbest, clumsiest little birds I have ever seen. And also the one that I had most desired to see again.
Maybe my little darling wasn't killed after all.
Sunday. 7.18.04 1:30 am
Sunday. 7.18.04 1:12 am
People tend to remember different sorts of thing more vividly than others. Some people remember the best steak they've ever had, and where, and exactly why it was wonderful and how it tasted, but they might not be able to remember with whom they ate it or why they went there in the first place. I remember every soccer field I've ever played on. I also remember the times when I've seen the very best stars.
The stars in the Rockies are amazing. Once or twice my dad woke me up and we went outside to watch the meteor showers- there's little I'd rather do than watch a meteor shower- when the Leonid shower came Andy Lin encouraged us all to go out and Ann's sister brought hot chocolate and it was beautiful.
Once we lay on the hood of my dad's old Toyota where the engine was still warm and just watched it seemed for hours. When I used to go to tae kwon doe I'd spend a lot of time lying on that car hood staring up there, into the Heavens. More often than not, depending on the time of year, I'd see at least one falling star
When I went sea kayaking in the Channel Islands, I saw some of the most amazing stars I've ever seen in my life. They were brilliant, infinite, sparkling, breathtaking- everywhere. The Milky Way arched across the sky and you could actually see it as an arm of a galaxy as supposed to a smudge in the darkness. The first night we slept up on the cliff, and after watching the most amazing sunset in my life sending dusky rays of light across the shimmering sea and turning the other islands to fire and ash before my eyes, the stars came out. We were an hour's speed boat ride across the Channel and none of the islands had electricity. The moon had not risen yet. I had some pains in my chest as I lay in my sleeping bag and I imagined that this was my very last day on Earth, and when everyone awoke the next morning I would be dead. As I lay speculating this disaster, I realized that to die on this perfect island, among these fascinating new people, after that perfect sunset, beneath these breathtaking stars... wouldn't be too bad of a way too go after all.
But then, I hadn't been kayaking yet... I haven't been to Africa or Asia... my parents deposit for my tuition at college probably couldn't be redeemed... it would put a bit of a damper on the rest of the student's OA Adventure... so I figured maybe I shouldn't die without meeting all the people that I was going to meet in college. Not that dying or not dying is my choice. So I said a prayer and made my peace with God and told Him that whatever He thought was best was fine with me.
It was a beautiful morning.
Wednesday. 7.14.04 10:13 pm
My job is rather strange, if you think about it. What a weird job I have. Like the other day we were happy that a truckload of drums of glue never came in because that meant we had more room for the dog food boxes that had come in earlier. hmm. drums of glue? Never have the same day around that looney bin. Today I told one of the drivers that I didn't want him to bring me dog food anymore, that I wanted something yummy instead, so when he came back he said that he'd brought me chocolate. That is.... a whole truckload of Nestle wrappers! After that I stacked a bunch of sewer man-hole ladder steps and moved around some sump pumps.
How would you feel about eating those Rolos if you knew that their wrapper was right next to a bunch of sump pans in its previous life! how about a Nu-Go Nutrition bar that was chilling out next to the cement pigment and driveway salt? Mwahahahaha. I got to finally try a Nu-Go bar. They sell them at Costco. I would recommend the Chocolate Banana ones but not the Chocolate Blast. What if I told you that the American-made motorscooter you are buying was actually made in China, made into an American bike by razoring out the "Made in China" part and subsequently buried behind a pallets and pallets of cat food boxes before finally being sold to you!
Yesterday I bumped this truck when I was putting a dock plate in and this little baby bird fell down from above right under my forklift wheel. I slammed on the brakes and herded the little fellow towards the exit (he had wings and feathers and could hop with them, but he couldn't fly yet and still had his wide baby mouth). So he hopped around clumsily until he fell between the dock and the truck under the truck, so I went to see if he was ok. He was a little sluggish so I tried to scare him to make sure he hadn't broken anything and he skittered about on his too-large feet and wedged himself under the truck tire to hide, beak first. Knowing that any weight on the truck about would surely crush him and that Smitty was about to come along and drive his clamp in there, I ushered him out from beneath the wheel and he hopped crazily into the grass where there was an adult sparrow chirping shrilly and hopefully she was his mother. She was very nervous and urgent, but the little man himself was quite happy and was chirping merrily all the way through his crazy ordeal. I'm not sure he'll make it, as clumsy as he is, but if you ever got any points in the animal world for being cute and good-natured, he would come out on top. I wish I could have scooped him up and made him mine, but as any republican will tell you, sometimes the best way you can help someone succeed is by leaving him alone! (especially if you smell like human being and his mother doesn't like that smell!)
one sighting among many!
I got stuck in a rail car!
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