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The Profile

Age. 34
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him
Location Altadena, CA
School. Other
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The World

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
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
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
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 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
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
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
The Help
Zion Andrews
The Unit
Quantum Brain
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
No One Ever Told Us We Were Defeated
Memento Nora
The Name of the Wind
The Terror
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
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 la Lune (ip)
In the Light of What We Know
Devil in the White City
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.
Leaving Forever
Monday. 6.28.04 1:37 am
These days, it's kind of hard to leave someone and say, "Well, looks like I'll never, ever EVER see you again. Have a nice life."

I mean, it's not like you can just go to the harbor and get on a boat and sail into the sunset across the sea to the land that never dies or something like that.
You'd be like, "hey, I'm leaving on this ship for the other side of the world." and your pal Samwise would be like, "hey, shoot me an IM when you get there, k?" and you'd say, "k", and it'd be like you were never really apart. Sam's life would still be split because he'd spend half of his time on IM being like, "i miss u! :p" and his wife would say, "get your fat hobbit arse off that swiveling office chair and help me with these fat children of yours."
Now it doesn't mean that you will in fact never see that person again, but no one says that anymore. They're like, "hey, see you again some day soon" and some day soon translates to never or "I'll write you an email" and then the email just never gets written and it's kind of sad because if you had only known that "I'll write you an email" was a total crock then you might have spent just a little more time saying goodbye and meant it a little more when you said that you'd miss each other and maybe said somethings that you'd always meant to say.
But no one likes to believe that forever is real when it comes to goodbye. Maybe we could even say, "Well, it's incredibly unlikely that I will ever see you again, my friend. You meant a great deal to me in the limited time we had together. I will think of you often." And a hug, to seal the finality. Case closed.
No "I'll write you from Istanbul" or "I'll come to Zimbabwe one of these days and we can have lunch."
Maybe everyone really does mean it at the time and then events and circumstance prevent them from ever reuniting. I guess in that case it's not so bad.
I liked the way this senior from my Adventure Class put it,

"Hey Laura,
We always wanted to do the Bolsen's Loops again, didn't we? Too bad.
I hope I see you again someday, down the road."

That's kind of like a goodbye forever, but it also incorporates a nice "it would be a lark to see you again". I think it's the "hope" and the "down the road" that I like best. I actually did see him one day, down the road, but I wasn't sure he'd remember me so I didn't even say hello. Now isn't that a shame?

the Inconsolable Range

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More warehouse madness~!
Saturday. 6.26.04 12:17 am
Warehouse Quotes:

"See, I don't need a radio, I just always need to be standing next to you when they call me."


Gary: Could you take care of that? I'm going to go get drunk. Eat dinner, start drinking.
Me: Sounds like a good Friday night!
Gary: Well, you know... or maybe you don't know. or maybe you do know.

"Boy, do I love a woman in overalls. Is that sexist?"
--Kreepy, kreepy Ken

"This is the Aurora tornado-warning system. Please take shelter immediately."

--The Aurora outdoor tornado warning system, which I didn't even know existed

"I think Rusty should start keeping paper in his backyard. He could put a tarp over it, have a little track that goes through by the fence, keep a clamp truck on his patio."
--Marka Stewart

Caesar: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: How do I say, 'I have too much work'"
Caesar: 'Yo tengo mucho novios'

Address that was making me soo hungry:
Hershey Chocolate USA
19 East Chocolate Avenue
Hershey, PA 17033

This address was making me very suspicious...

CONTACT TONY 479-636-1804


::she-who-must-not-be-named, pouring blue packing popcorn into a box::: I'm an alien! I'm laying eggs! WheeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee!

I decided that I looove the tool shed. I don't know whether it's the lawn mower or the tools or the spray paint, but something in there smells mighty good. I would put it on my 47 best places to make-out in the warehouse list, if I had one. Which I don't even though if I did it would already have two places on it. Three.

This work stuff has to stop, I'm losing my mind!

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Inside, I am a burly man. ...a burly gay man
Friday. 6.25.04 9:16 am
What I apparently look like to truckers --->

What I actually look like --->

Note to truckers everywhere:

No, I do not need any help. Do you have a ticket?

Because there is about to be a gun show.

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The Great Dentist in the Sky
Thursday. 6.24.04 8:45 am
I always thought of Judgment Day as being kind of like a trial, and you'd stand up and the evidence for and against you would be read, and then you'd hear your eternal sentence. Yesterday I changed my mind. I was in the dentist's office, listening to "positive and encouraging k-lov" (the christian station) which they were playing on the office radio, and I realized that in my present position it was impossible for me to be positive or encouraged... but I was praying. I think Judgment Day would be like the Great Final Dental Cleaning, and Jesus would get in there first and ask you questions that you couldn't quite answer because your mouth would be full of Heavenly Dental Tools and smile and asked you if you flossed, and you'd remember that one time back in the day when you flossed or went to church or believed in God or thought about it for a minute and you answer would be, "sort of". Jesus would do you the favor of clearing up all the little stuff, that time you took the Lord's name in vain yesterday or when your mother-in-law was late and you hoped she had driven into a ditch. Jesus could make that look like it never happened with a flick of his cleaning instrument, especially if you used anti-cavity toothpaste or apologized for the fact that you came here straight from work and you hadn't had a chance to brush your teeth and looked like you were really sorry. He'd say each sin as he removed it and wipe it away on your paper bib for all the office to see. Then the real exam would begin, and God would come in tugging on His gloves, and you'd exchange pleasantries until God would say, "Let's see what We have here." and He'd lean you back even further in your chair and He'd pull down the Great White Light and you'd hear K-LOV in the background singing his praises in the modern Light Rock and he'd flick down his God Glasses which made Him look like a spider and allowed Him to See Everything. He'd comment on your past dental work- maybe early in your life you didn't brush so well and you had lots of cavities, but depending on how repentant you were and how could your last dentist was, most of those were all patched up and you were forgiven. He would poke your tender gums to see how easily they bleed, he would poke between your teeth to see how deep your pockets were, he would gently remind you that through a regular program of praying and going to church a lot of this damage could have been avoided. He'd drive his instrument into each of your teeth looking for cavities... and he'd probably find them. Your teeth had been hurting and you didn't want to go to the dentist before because you'd rather ignore the problem then go through the painful ordeal of finding out how extensive it was and fixing it. He'd analyze your deeper sins, the ones that couldn't be removed easily. He'd announce them in an analytical voice to all of Humankind and to Jesus, who had been willing to overlook or not trained enough to see them. He'd say, "There's a betrayal on number 9... and a lot of hypocrisy here in the back..." He'd dig His instrument into your sins and chuckle a little as he asked if it tickled, when in actuality it hurt more than anything you had ever felt. He'd blast you with water and air and you'd hold back tears and try to tell him that your teeth were sensitive. But He already knew that- He knows Everything- but sometimes the revealation of things you've so long ignored is painful. Jesus would spare you the pain. He needed to dig right to the root of the problem. He'd tell you that if your insurance had covered it (and it would if you were Catholic) your parents could have bought you a sealent or indulgence or told you to do good works and this could have been prevented. You wonder in the back of your mind if He's just saying you have a cavity so that He would have been right about wanting you to buy the sealent. Finally, he'd sum up your dental exam and leave you to Jesus to wash the blood from your gums and wipe it all over the bib that you thought they put there to protect you. He'd leave you with a comment like, "My, you have an unusual amount of saliva" which you wouldn't know if it was a compliment or an insult, so you'd say nothing. Then God would turn you to the Right side or the Left, and the Left would mean Heaven because God is most certainly Left-handed, despite what they say. The Left would be the equivalent of "We'll see you again in six months" and the Right would be the equivalent of "We'll have to get you in next week for a root canal/drilling/tooth extraction/crown fitting" And that, my friends, would be Hell.

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Music and Potatoes
Sunday. 6.20.04 11:17 pm

Someday I shall play the flamenco guitar. And I shall strap the guitar I made for myself (or the guitar makers of my village made it, perhaps, as a gift) to my back and I shall climb to the top of a building and pick out the sad and haunting notes that will ring through the square and remind all that hear them of my loss and tortured past.

Well, maybe I can do without the loss and tortured past part, but the notes will sound like that anyway.
That will be when I am still young and filled with the pain of youthful passion.

When I get older, I'll pick up the harmonica and I'll sit out on the porch while my grandchildren are catching fireflies and I'll play the Blues. I'll have such rhythm and soul that the night will absorb my echos and weep in great blue-gray curtains upon the distant plain.

Hmm. I know the bagpipe figures into this somehow too, but I can't decide where. Maybe they'll play it at my funeral, and the sound will find and fill every corner of the land, and buoy my spirit as it radiates outward. It will be a long time before the memory of it dies.

In other news:
Today I was looking for gravy and I picked up butterscotch sauce. Kind of made me wonder what mashed potatoes and butterscotch sauce would taste like. Sounds gross at first... but would it be?

think about it.

watching: Dragonheart, Streetfighter
listening to: the tango from True Lies, Por Una Cabeza
mood: itchy

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"That's L-i-n-C-o-l-n."
Sunday. 6.20.04 1:59 am
Yey for today. Seeing Carol, going to the mall with Katherine, running in the mist, though not in that order. :) "It isn't I who cannot keep a secret, it's the people I tell who can't." -Abe Lincoln

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Quotes Galore
Thursday. 6.17.04 11:09 pm

::listening to the description of the Native Son sex scene on a book-on-tape::
Me: Wow, that's a hell of a lay
My little sister: I've heard better

Marka Stewart: You're like the son your dad never had- only prettier and with less facial hair.

Smitty : That's the thing about lying... when you're an old man everyone knows you lying so you can lie all you want.

Me: I'll remember that for when I am an old man.

Warning label: Never mount a 16" diameter on a 16.5" rim.

Me: Look! It's a coyote!

Katherine: That coyote seriously needs to be brushed.

Katherine: Well, you know her parents- they smoke like haystacks.

Things I recently discovered that I like: the phrase "Rountine bin maintenance", people whose middle initial is H (George H. Bush, William H. Macy, Jesus H. Tap-dancing Christ), and sleeping with the window open. Cool thing in the last little while: Got to see my buddy Laur Jones, with whom I went out to breakfast where we ordered the same thing and were generally pals. She's lookin' good and sexy and it seems like she's having fun. YEy for Laur!

watching: The Chronicles of Riddick
listening to: The Beach Boys
mood: generally placated

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Sunday. 6.13.04 1:01 am
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you

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