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Zanzibar
Age. 33
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him
Location Cherry Hills Vil, CO
School. Other
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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:

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.
Paris After Midnight
Saturday. 2.25.12 8:35 pm
is magical. Wine runs in the street, the Eiffel Tower sparkles, and people in 20s-era motor cars roll up to whisk you into time-traveling adventures.

[if by magical I mean sketchy. If by wine, I mean piss. If by sparkles, I mean is turned off, and if by 20s-era motor cars I mean giant night buses that whisk you away to prostitution. If by midnight I mean 2 am.]

I have been having a very french week. I went to my friend's house on Thursday where we ate chicken normandaise and prosciutto and artisan breads. They had red wine, but I did not drink it, because red wine tastes terrible and it does not agree with me. I managed to side-step the issue by bringing a bottle of champagne. We had home-made macaroons for dessert.

Funny quote of the evening: "I saw your blind friend in the metro the other day. I don't think he saw me, though..."

Tonight I went to a cheese party. My friend had a raclette set, which allows us to take every kind of cheese you can imagine and melt it into liquid cheese and pour it all over our potatoes and bread and mushrooms. This takes at least five hours and requires at least 3.5 stomachs. It also requires red wine, because, according to the french, drinking water causes the cheese to congeal in your stomach, and only red wine is acidic enough to stop this from happening. The french at the table would not confirm this rumor with scientific theory, they only pointed out that the only times they had declined to drink wine at the table they had gotten unexpectedly ill. There was a Singaporean, an Australian, and a Canadian at the table, besides the three french. At the game of "who-is-most-gullible", the Canadian and the Singaporean lost. We managed to convince them of the existence of slope-chickens, jackalopes, and drop-bears, which was quite a feat as we revealed that each one was false before we "were reminded" of the next one. Anthropological Note: Gullibility in Singaporeans and Canadians seems to be a cultural trait. I practiced my party-trick, which is to speak French in a "Texas accent", and we spoke a bit of german before the french told us to stop being Nazis. [Ok, so I guess we're not the only ones who make jokes like that]. As usual I affirmed my everlasting love for Australians, and it was 1:15 before we stopped to look at the time. The metro was closed (by 1:45!), so I said adieu to mes amis and took the night bus to Notre Dame. They had turned the lights off. I've never seen it dark before. Despite the best efforts of Paris to shut everything down by midnight, the bars were in full swing and the streets were filled with guys wearing sketchy black leather jackets and expensive shoes and smoking Gauloises. I arrived at my apartment without incident. The Eiffel Tower was switched off. I can still see it against the background sky, black and looming like an alien space-craft.

Quote of the evening:
Singaporean: "Can you send cheese in the mail in France?"
French: "Uh.... duh... of course you can. That question is ridiculous."
Australian: "But it will go bad!"
French: "Cheese doesn't go bad, it just becomes more 'cheese'."

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Crystal Field Theory
Tuesday. 2.21.12 4:14 pm
I finally got a library card for the university library. I celebrated by checking out a bunch of books on desert environments, crystal field theory, and aerosols. My first victim was the crystal field theory book, because I'm doing some free-lance spectroscopy on Mercury and I need it to figure out my positions on important issues, like whether Mercury is dark because it is covered in opaque titanium oxides or whether magnesium sulfates are what's goin' down there.

Spectroscopy is cool. Here's how it works. You've probably seen the shell model of the atom. A bunch of protons and neutrons crowded together in the nucleus, and then electrons buzzing around them in different shell levels above. Where there are groups of atoms, another atom can steal the electron from the first and they can become ionically bonded. It's a simplified model. Electrons actually have pretty complicated "orbitals", or regions in which they are most often found, within their "shells". Some orbitals are shell-like, others are elongated balloon-shaped loops. The electrons appear in different orbitals depending on how many electrons the atom has. Once the shell-like orbitals are filled, they move into the loopy orbitals, and so on. In a crystal lattice, many different atoms are bonded together in a repeating pattern. Because of the effects of neighboring atoms, the bonds are not always formed at ideal angles, and some atoms get stretched in strange ways. Sometimes their orbitals start to overlap, allowing electrons to move between them or to move between different orbitals in the same atom. Electrons also have different energy levels that they can occupy, and if they receive a jolt of energy they can enter a higher energy state. However, if the electron doesn't get exactly the right amount of energy to bring it into the next state, it can't go there. Too much or too little energy won't do the trick.

The energy that the electron needs to move into higher energy states can be imparted when a photon (a particle of light) strikes the mineral. Photons travel as waves with different wavelengths. Each wavelength corresponds to an energy. High energy photons are gamma rays and X-rays. Slightly lower energy are photons in the ultra-violet (UV) part of the spectrum. Next comes the visible part of the spectrum that you and I can see, starting with the highest energy (blue light) and ending with the lowest visible energy (red light). We have special molecules in our eyes which are suited for interacting with photons in this range of wavelengths, which allows us to see color. Just to the low energy side of what we can see is the infra-red. You can buy film and take pictures of things in the infra-red, which is actually fascinating because all vegetation appears bright white. We can't see infra-red light with our eyes, but we can feel it with our skin in the form of heat. This is why hot coals glow red-- they are emitting so much energy in the form of heat that some gets emitted in a slightly higher energy range: visible red light. ["Colder" stars are also red. Our sun is yellow, and very very hot stars are blue.] The infrared was discovered by William Herschel, an astronomer. He was measuring the room temperature and he noticed that if he measured red light coming from his prism the temperature went up. If he held the thermometer just to the right of the red light, it went up even higher. An invisible color of light, detectable as heat! He also discovered Uranus and several moons of Saturn and Uranus in his spare time (what do you do with your spare time)? At lower energies (and longer wavelengths) we run into microwaves. Finally, with really long wavelengths and low energies are radio waves. All these things are just other words for photons of various wavelengths, and together they make up what we call the "electromagnetic spectrum":



While a mineral may be bathed in the light of the whole spectrum (white light), it only absorbs photons that have exactly the right amount of energy to bump its electrons up to the next energy level. Depending on what elements are present, and where they are in the crystal structure, the mineral as a whole absorbs characteristic parts of the electromagnetic spectrum, mostly between the UV region and the mid-infrared. Much longer wavelength photons pass right through the material, while ones with much shorter wavelengths (X-rays and gamma rays) pass through the material until they run into something dense (like your bones). Most of the light in the right range is simply reflected. By measuring all of the light that gets reflected off of the mineral, you can see what it is made of, and how its crystal structure is arranged. Here is a hard-to-read graph of a bunch of common materials:



It's supposed to say, "feldspars, olivine, metal, and pyroxene". The horizontal axis is the wavelength of light, and the vertical axis is the amount of light reflected (usually compared to the amount of light that shone on the object, to get rid of the influence of the light source). The ones besides metal are very common rocks on the Moon. You can see that for each mineral there are characteristic parts of the electromagnetic spectrum where they absorb light. In the visible range, this defines their color. If they absorb everything but green, all of the green light will be reflected, and that will be the color of the mineral. If they reflect lots of red light, the mineral will be red. That is how the color of everything you see is made. By looking at rocks this way, we can tell what the Moon is made of just by collecting the light that reflects off of it from the Sun. So why are the absorptions deep, wide U's instead of very narrow blips where the energy level is just right? Well a major reason is because of heat. When something is heated up, its molecules start to vibrate. As the molecules in a crystal lattice vibrate, sometimes their electron orbitals start to overlap more or interact, reducing or augmenting the amount of energy required to jump between energy levels. So depending on how the lattice is vibrating, the atom can absorb photons on either side of its "ideal" wavelength, making a big U with the ideal wavelength at the bottom.

Here is the a spectrum for plants:



You can see that the least absorption is in the green part of the spectrum, which is why plants are green.

Sapphires can be many different colors depending on small trace amounts of metals that substitute into their structures:




And that is all of spectroscopy and crystal field theory in the space of a Nutang entry.

Good Night.

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Heroin, Fußball
Monday. 2.13.12 6:37 pm
Things:

1. Kicked my friend's ass in Fußball. Yeah. He never saw it coming.

2. Visited the Parisian sewers and learned about where my water comes from and how it is treated, in addition to how water was distributed and waste water carried away throughout the ages. Saw (and smelled) actual sewage floating by.

3. Saw two people actually shooting up in the metro station. Holy shit.

4. My pastor challenged us to be more like Jesus and to reach out to the "untouchables" in the city of Paris.

5. My friend saw a homeless person lying face down on the sidewalk on a below-freezing day. She called the police and they told her she should poke him to see if he was still alive. She was afraid to poke him because of his crazy drunken homeless friend. The firemen came and picked up the guy and his friend. The next day they were across the street drinking wine again.

6. I did so much parkour that every single muscle in my body is sore and I can no longer walk or sit up. I thought getting in shape was supposed to make your body feel better?

7. I cooked some cookies in the microwave.

8. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day!


Actually I loooove Valentine's Day!

Hmmm... what else.... oh yeah, Obama's budget recommends shutting down the Mars program. No more exploration of Mars. =(

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Di-di!
Saturday. 2.11.12 4:47 pm
Be it extremely emotional, controversial, messed up, or whatever, this entry has been password protected.

If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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God the Finite
Monday. 1.30.12 3:50 pm
I have been thinking about infinity again a lot lately. Infinity... it just goes on and on and on forever! I usually think about it as a series of white numbers on a black background which come very close to the viewer and then as we pull away, fade into the vast reaches of empty blackness. Mathematically you can suggest infinity by putting an ellipsis [1, 2, 3...]. Everyone has their own way of dealing with infinity, I guess.

But infinity is a tricky beast, even for mathematicians. Stray infinities can bungle large model calculations. You can stay up half your nights chasing after wandering infinities. You can spend enormous amounts of time crossing out large sections of equations after you find that they go to zero, or trying to flip them over if they go to infinity. And there are the infinity over infinity cases. The infinity over zero. We call these "indeterminant", or "undefined". It seems silly that things in math can be "undefined". We made up math, didn't we? Can't we just "define" them? No, we can't, because math is really just a language that we use to describe the universe, and some things in the universe cannot be defined. These are the universe's way of telling you that you are operating out of your appropriate domain. ;)

Naturally thinking about infinity got me thinking about God, and how God is infinite. God isn't even a normal, hometown, countable infinity like aleph zero. God is like taking all of the infinite cardinals and adding them up to make a crazy super infinite cardinal that not only encompasses infinity many times over, but encompasses all possible infinities.

Human beings are by definition finite beings. We are finite in space, we are tragically finite in time, and the way in which we are able to perceive the world around is cripplingly finite. Just think about the Universe and how little of it we are actually able to see! Just think about our five senses and our lowly instrumentation and imagine all the other kinds of things that could be out there that we can't even imagine how to detect??

It seems logical then, that God would find us rather frustrating, if God had human emotions. God knows everything at all times and in all places. God understands everything and is everything. We are in one place at a time. We understand very little beyond what we have seen with our own eyes. We know what happens in our time and place, and then when we pass away our memories pass away with us. God has to constantly forgive us for doing things which are, to the all-seeing, blatently stupid and unwise. Every way in which we think about God is merely a projection of a vast infinity into something that we can understand better. We imagine that God looks like a man with robes and a white flowing beard. It is laughable to think that infinity could fit into a man with a white flowing beard. But how are we supposed to imagine God? Is this better ∞? Does God fit into a sideways 8? We each have a frame of reference, and we do our best to project God into it. One can hardly blame we finite beings for doing that.

Since God is everything and encompasses all experience, I sometimes wonder if the one thing that God hadn't ever experienced was being finite. After all, it is always very confusing to constrain the differences between Jesus and God (and the Holy Spirit, of course). How can three entities be one God? How can Jesus be the son of God, and also God himself? I think of Jesus as the finite manifestation of God. Since God is all things, he can't exactly make himself completely finite, or the universe would cease to exist. He would have to manifest himself in a finite being. You can't fit all of existence into the body of a man!

But how bizarre would it be to go from being Infinity to being a newborn baby? I suppose it would be good that you'd start out that way, because you would have so little awareness that you wouldn't even be aware of what you were missing. You'd have quite a few years to get used the Finite-game before you realized what was going on. I'm sure once Jesus got to an age where he was cognizant that he was the Son of the Lord, it was very weird to go around finitely, interacting with other finite creatures, eating food, seeing only out of two eyes, walking from city to city in a linear fashion instead of simultaneously being all places at once. That must have been very strange. Then, being alone able to grasp the power and knowledge of the Infinite, you would try to pass this information on the people around you. To you it would seem obvious and compelling, but to them it would seem at best cryptic, and at worst false. How frustrating would those finite creatures be! How narrow their minds! How short their sight! Death means nothing to the infinite! A body does not confine the infinite! But of course you could be nothing besides understanding, because you are Understanding itself, and you could be nothing but forgiving, since it was you who created these finite creatures to begin with.

I kind of think of dying as becoming one with God, and suddenly becoming aware of everything, in a way that is impossible while we are shackled by our bodies. It wouldn't be like we would "become" a God, or gods, only that we would suddenly be aware of the totality of existence, which would be totally mind-blowing if our ordinary human brain wasn't already dead.

Anyway, it's getting late, and my pathetically limited animated corpse requires 9 hours of unconsciousness per day for adequate function.

[ ... ]





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Life in General
Saturday. 1.28.12 4:35 am
Long General Update:

Sharkboy is BACK! I drunk-dialed him last night, intending to leave a silly message on his voice-mail, but I got the real thing! Then it was awkward because he was really sober and hanging out with his parents. Haha. But we talked for a good while and it was great to hear about his trip.

Wine is horrible. I like how everyone always says, "Oh, this wine is so smooth, it goes down really easily." By this you mean that the wine that you usually drink goes down like burning gasoline and you are surprised and delighted when you taste a wine that you are physically capable of swallowing. But I'm in France, and drinking gasoline is part of the territory. Luckily a "delicious", "smooth" wine in France is like 80% of the cost of a comparable wine back home, so my strategy of poisoning myself to gain the social acceptance of my peer group isn't too hard on my pocketbook.

Last night I went out with some random french people including my co-worker and his girlfriend. I meet up with his girlfriend every Friday at a cafe. We drink hot chocolate or soda and practice speaking in English and French. She's actually really cool and I like her a lot. She was apparently talking to a friend of hers in Japan who said that she's having lots of fun because even though she's alone people invite her out practically every night. My friend was inspired by the story to invite me out with them because I was similarly alone in a big foreign city. Aw.

We went to a little bistro and drank red wine and ate an assortment of cheese and a charcuterie plate (assorted meats). They said that you really couldn't get much more french than that and that I should take a picture. I didn't, because I'm too cool and they were joking, but I wanted to.

Last week I had an "American" dinner for my friends. My new canadian best friend and I went to the American grocery store and bought a bunch of delicious items and then fixed them up for our friends. We wanted to serve things that were very American and that our friends hadn't heard of before. We ended up having Jell-O shots as an aperitif (served in champagne flutes, how classy!) We passed around a root beer so that everyone could try it, and to my great surprise not everyone hated it! For appetizers we had potato chips and sour-cream and onion dip, Nacho cheese Doritos, and little peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that I cut into fours and garnished with toothpicks. Everyone was sidetracked for a while admiring the jelly container, which was a squeezable type with one of those lids that dispenses jelly in a flat sheet so that you don't need a knife. I was so proud of the technical accomplishments of my fellow countrymen. For dinner we served a chicken and stuffing casserole made with cream of mushroom soup and another strange casserole with three layers: cranberry sauce, bacon, and mac n' cheese. The canadian said that she'd had it once at a restaurant outside of Boston, and while it wasn't strictly traditional American, it combined three things that were traditionally American, and it tasted fucking DELICIOUS. Holy shit it was so delicious.

After our guests had decimated all of these things, the Eiffel Tower started sparkling, and I told everyone that they should come and take a look. Everyone started moving from around the table, when suddenly my friend bumped the table and the entire thing collapsed. Considering that my tabletop is a giant slab of incredibly heavy wood, the collapse was catastrophic, breaking nearly all of my dishes and glasses and spraying onion dip, Doritos, and red wine all over the room. We were lucky that most of the guests had gone to look at the Eiffel Tower, or there could have been some serious injuries. Luckily we were finished eating, and the dessert was on the counter in the other room. For dessert we had cupcakes and a big cake with funfetti icing. The theme of the evening was "dinner from a box", so naturally we made nothing from scratch. Someone else brought Chips Ahoy, and the europeans brought macaroons and champagne and wine, so our dessert was a mix. Everyone was enchanted by the funfetti icing, and even though they all laughed and said they were full when I cut the cake after the cupcakes, they all ended up taking an extra piece anyway. The best part of the cake was that they only ate a third of it, so over this last week I have been pretty much eating the rest. We had a German, an Italian, an Ecuadorian, a Frenchwoman, a girl from La Réunion (french overseas territory in the Indian Ocean near Africa), a Canadian, and an American (me).

Work is going ok. We are working on an important project, and the only outstanding part is my part. This is naturally stressful, since I am new to this field and not well-equipped to solve any of the many problems that I encounter. I was really starting to feel like a huge idiot, but my director came in and sat down and explained a lot of things to me, which helped a lot. Now instead of watching random numbers go by on the screen I feel like I can watch numbers and see the atmosphere breathing. That's pretty cool. Still, everything I try to fix the problem doesn't work, and it gets me down. It always seems like the other post-docs are progressing at a faster rate than I am. I also occasionally see the whole group having a meeting that I wasn't invited to. They have been testing out Python as a potential better programming language and I'm the only post-doc that wasn't asked to participate even though I've actually taken an entire class in Python programming.

At the end of my PhD I really had everything together, and I was at the top of my game. Now it's like I'm a freshman again and I know nothing. I know that it's better that way because I'm learning, but it's tough.
It's nice to be able to balance challenges areas with comfort areas. Right now I feel like I am living my entire life in a challenge area, where I'm an idiot at work because I'm not an atmospheric scientist, and I'm an idiot in every other arena of life because I'm a foreigner. [If you are ever feeling stressed about dealing with repairmen or cable companies or the government, stop and thank your lucky stars that you at least get to speak in your own language!]

For this reason it was nice to talk to my coworker, who while French, is also from outside the field. We finally talked about how frustrating it is to work with our current model and how we're making hardly any progress. He told me that he's always having to tell our director, "Everything you just explained actually means nothing to me," and the director has to start all over again. I had an idea to make the model more idiot-proof and I proposed it to the group but nobody ever got back to me. My coworker told me that he thought it was actually a really great idea. Thank you! I also talked to my director and we determined that the problem that I'm having is actually really complicated, instead of just something stupid. That's bad news for the model, but at least it makes me feel better for not being able to figure it out.

I went for a free tour of the Louvre, and I was the only one that showed up, so I got a private free tour. The lady was really nice and she said she didn't speak English that well so I said that she could give the tour in French. She asked where I was from and I said "the USA," and then she said, "Oh, well then I guess I should give the tour in English." I said that it was really ok so she gave the tour in french. She spoke slowly and I already knew a lot about greek mythology and european history, so she was easy to follow.

Hmm... what else? Ah yes, there is a giant mystery novel unfolding in the hallway of my apartment building, but that is complicated so I will leave it to another entry.

Someone I know on Facebook posted this photo:



And for some reason it made me soOOooo homesick for the USA. Nothing better than a little American BBQ with babies. =)

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Captain's Log
Wednesday. 1.25.12 6:24 pm
Captain's log, stardate 41147.3. It has been at least a million days since Sharkboy left for Patagonia. The crew maintains that our sense of time has been distorted by the massive black hole that has been left in his absence.

Since his departure we have been drifting aimlessly in space. Just kidding, we have been dining out with friends, learning parkour, and getting free private tours of the Louvre. We have also been eating delicious cake. But it still feels like drifting aimlessly in space, especially because we forgot when he is supposed to come back. He did promise to catch a fish in the captain's honor.

France, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Zanzibar. Its 2-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.

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Feats of Courage
Saturday. 1.21.12 5:17 pm
It is said that life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage (Anaïs Nin). [I had a friend who was so afraid of driving on highways that she never went to Target in Providence. Every time she talked about it, I would say something helpful like: "Are you going to live your life SHACKLED BY FEAR?"]

For this reason, I have been working on my courage through Random Acts of Bravery (RAB?)

Today was a big one.

Paris is the birthplace of the amazing Art du Déplacement, or "parkour". For the uninitiated:



As I have wanted to do this since I was able to walk on two feet, I was incredibly excited to find out about GravityStyle, a group that teaches the fundamentals of parkour in a not-so-jumping-off-high buildings kind of way. I was a little worried about going because:

1. The gym is located in a random place in the burbs.
2. It is run by the very gods of Parkour themselves.
3. Everyone speaks french. [This was actually the biggest fear.]
4. I haven't really been in shape since.... um... the fall of 2010? [The PhD thesis will do that to you.]
5. I'm old now. My bones don't heal as quickly. Don't laugh, in a few years all of you will be old, too. Lookin' at you, didi. Just kidding, I was looking at you, Middaymoon.
6. My friend said that she might come with me, but I couldn't get a hold of her.

Anyway, I thought of a half a dozen reasons that I shouldn't go today. But for the sake of bravery and for the sake of expanding my life here in Paris, I took the plunge.

And parkour, ladies and gentlemen, is AWESOME. Not only did the instructor look exactly like Shia Laboeuf, but he was very welcoming and great at teaching. There was only one other girl in the class, and almost everyone there was at least ten years younger than I was, but that meant that I was more coordinated than they were, and that I didn't have to worry about "fitting in", because I was essentially in a gym full of hyperactive adolescent boys. One of them even spoke English and took it upon himself to explain things he thought I wouldn't understand and to walk me from the first training session to the second even though he had a bike.

I think he was surprised when I let on that I was a Mars researcher....

There was also an "army" type guy with a buzz cut and army boots who also seemed new like me. He seemed about my age and he was clearly in great shape, but stumbled and tripped like everyone else who was new. I was aided by the fact that one of the fundamental moves of parkour is a front roll that you do to avoid breaking yourself when you fall, and I had already learned that move ten years ago in Tae Kwon Do. I have also spent my whole life practicing jumping over fences and balancing on railings, which gave me an agility +10.

The thing that sucks about going to the gym is how pointless it is. Sure, there have been plenty of times that I've gone to the gym regularly. I lifted lots of weights, I ran around the track a bunch, I did lunges and felt sore, but the big question always in my head was WHY? As soon as I stopped working out, my endurance would leave me and my body would go back to the way it was. I wasn't really learning anything. When I ran track, I lifted and ran because I wanted to WIN on Saturday. When I played sports, I wanted to run people down and steal the ball from them, and I wanted to play the whole game and never have to come out. When there was no more goal I had no more ambition. "Looking good" or "being healthy" are just not concrete or immediate enough to motivate me. {Being a badass like The-Muffin-Man was much more motivating.}

Parkour is all about gaining mastery over both your body and your environment. The better you become at parkour, the better you're able to judge distances, the better you know the limitations of your strength, the better you are able to move fluidly through your environment. Parkour removes boundaries. For example, our gym has stairs leading up to it....? We were just sitting there minding our own business, when a guy just leaped right over us and into the stairwell. No "going around to the stairs part" for him... he just jumped right down the stairwell, no problem.

"Pourquoi est-ce qu'il l'a fait??" "Why did he do that?" asked the incredulous preteen boys.

"Probablement pour draguer les filles." answered a sage 15 year old, looking at me and the other girl.

"Probably to pick up chicks."

More courage needed to make the necessary [french] doctor's appointment to be officially cleared to join the gym....

NO MORE LIVING OUR LIVES SHACKLED BY FEAR.

LET THE UNIVERSE EXPAND!

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