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 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
You thought I was joking!
Monday. 8.23.04 4:26 pm
The Pictures just don't stop!
Monday. 8.23.04 4:20 pm
The fruit of my labor:
My parents always made me grow carrots and squash... if I had only known what else grew in gardens...
While wandering in the Garden of the Gods, my sister and I came across this elusive imp:
Monday. 8.23.04 4:18 pm
Luckily I managed to escape injury, or death. But the tale of the burning tire will not be soon forgotten
Pictures of the Summer
Monday. 8.23.04 4:09 pm
It's high time I added some more pictures. Here are some of the interesting warning signs I saw during my time on the Pigment Brigade:
We thought this one was hilarious until it actually happened to T. It is only because of her incredible skill and good looks that she is still alive today.
Integrity and other outdated nonsense
Sunday. 8.22.04 10:34 pm
So I watch Princess Diaries 2 the other day, )if you don't want me to ruin a mid-movie scene stop reading now)
So she is engaged to Andrew, Duke of Something, and even though she doesn't love him and it is a marriage of convenience, they are fond of each other and she loves "Genovia" so much, she is willing to do almost anything for it. HOWEVER... Prince Charming Nicholas of the Evil Throne-Stealing Uncle shows up at her window and asks if she would like to go for a bit of a walk. (This is after he kissed her earlier causing them both to fall into a fountain). So she GOES WITH HIM (mistake number 1) and then she dances with him (mistake number 2) and then she falls asleep in his arms AWWW SO ROMANTIC and wakes up to discover that the news people have her little rendezvous on tape and now everyone knows about it, including Andrew. (mistakes numbers 3 through infy) And SHE... SHE is mad at Nicholas because she thinks that he SET HER UP by romancing her so that Andrew would break off the wedding and he would get the throne. Of course, he didn't, but that isn't the point. The point IS, she was ENGAGED. And if you are engaged, I don't give a CRAP what your tender little heart is telling you on a moonlit evening, you do not go prancing and dancing with another man! If you don't want to marry the guy you are engaged to... break up with him. If you want to marry the guy you are engaged to... DON'T CHEAT ON HIM. IS THAT SO TERRIBLY HARD????
I couldn't believe this ridiculous "romantic scene". Yes it was romantic, objectively, but I couldn't enjoy a minute of it because it was dishonorable and wrong and CHEATING and CHEATING IS BAD! And to top it off, she's furious with Nicholas because the news gets a hold of the information... but let's think about this here for a minute... last I heard, Nicholas isn't the one who is engaged to someone... YOU ARE. And maybe if you didn't do things that were terrible and wrong, no one would have anything to feed the press about you, isn't that a novel idea?
Was I supposed to find that scene romantic? Because if I was, that's really very sad what that says about the state of American entertainment, where cheating on people is romanticized and seemingly encouraged if that is what your heart tells you to do. And her grandmother is sooo understanding. The grandmother gave up true love because of love of country- she didn't cheat on anyone, and even after her husband died she didn't dash off with her one true lover because she had morals and standards and she knew that somethings were more important than love. So what of Princess Mia? She spits on her engagement, embarrasses her groom on the wedding day, and then calls it all off, giving a heart rending speech about how much she loves her country and how she should therefore be able to rule without a husband at all. Wow, Mia, you sure proved to me that you loved your country when it wasn't even important enough to you that you would restrain yourself from jaunting off and disgracing it for one evening of lying around on the grass with a stuck-up jerk who will only last long enough to fill the time before Princess Diaries 3.
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.
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