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
Shark Fin Soup
Saturday. 8.11.12 12:47 pm
J: "So what about this job at NASA?"
Z: "I'm probably going to take it."
J: "And what did your boyfriend say?"
Z: "Uh, we broke up."
MP: "FINALLY! Now you can eat all of the shark fin soup you want!"
Thanks, co-workers, for your support.
Thursday. 8.9.12 2:17 pm
I walked into the hardware store. They recently put readable signs on the floor, so the greeter, normally overwhelmed by customers, was at a loss for something to do.
I smiled at him and then followed the lines on the floor to hardware. As I made my way through drills I saw him again, standing there hopefully, and I deftly turned into an aisle of L-shaped brackets. What could I ask him, anyway? "Excuse me, sir, where are the things that turn the things in the thing?" I perused the L-shaped brackets and continued walking through the dowels.
There he was again! Was he following me around? Hopeful, smiling, nearly the same age as me....
The appropriate French word popped into my head. "Pardon me, sir," I said in my best french accent, smiling brightly, "Where are the screwdrivers?"
He showed me around the corner where there were several shelves of screwdrivers. "Do you know which kind you need?" he asked.
I didn't know how to say "Phillips head" in French... I doubted it was called that. He waited patiently as I fished the screw out of my purse.
"Ah," he said, studying it carefully. He selected a beautiful screwdriver with a comfortable handle and a magnetic tip. I thanked him in a way that signified that the conversation was over and he moved off. I put the screwdriver back, as it cost ten euros, and tried out a number of other Phillips head screwdrivers, waiting for him to leave for good so that I could pick the cheapest one. He came up uncertainly on my right-hand side before stopping mid-stride and going back. He came up on my left hand side, hesitated, took a step back, a step forward, turned his back, turned around, and then turned his back again. I pretended to be oblivious of him as I analyzed the screwdrivers with all of my attention. What did he want to do, tell me more about screwdrivers? He was acting like he was about to ask me out for coffee.
Would I say yes?
Without Sharkboy I had no good reason not to say yes.... though some part of me doubted that my true love worked as a greeter in a french department store hardware department..... I kept my attention firmly on the screwdrivers and at last he gave up, melting back towards plumbing.
Ah well, another possible life, quantum-mechanicked out of existence.
Thursday. 8.2.12 6:10 pm
Take; eat; this is my body which is given for you.
Drink of it, all of you: this is My Blood, which is shed for you and for many.
Champagne, Men, and the Eiffel Tower
Saturday. 7.28.12 3:10 am
On Thursday the Canadian convinced us all to go have a picnic at the Trocadero, overlooking the Eiffel Tower. It was hot, and everyone had decided that they should bathe in the giant fountain and sit on the grass despite the numerous "No bathing or sitting on the grass" signs. I have to admire the French people's strong spirit of not-giving-a-shit. We had baguettes and cured hams and cherry tomatoes and dark chocolate and several bottles of champagne. Some visiting Germans asked us if we do this every day, and we allowed them to think that we did, because everyone agreed that that was the impression Germany should have of France. I waded in the fountain and the boys tried to push me in, and I tried to pull them in after me, and it had been so long since I'd had boys trying to push me into a fountain that it gave my tender little heart a pair of wings. We were lucky that the fountains didn't turn on, because they turned on a half an hour later and soaked everyone in the general vicinity. On the hour the large water cannons turned on and soaked everyone that they had missed, including us at the top of the hill. Children ran everywhere in swimming suits, sliding down the concrete inclines into the fountains. We stayed another hour, drinking champagne and then beer and then rosé out of plastic champagne flutes, and when the giant fountains threatened to drown us again we moved off. I warned the people who hurried to take our place about the imminent fountains, and my Parisian friends told me that it was a very unParisian thing to do. They said that real Parisians would have just let them find out about the fountains by themselves and then laughed at them.
Just as the rest of us had suspected all along!
We rested along a wall and MP challenged me to climb all the way around a bench without touching the ground, which I did, and we challenged him to climb a wall as if he were wearing a skirt and could use nothing below his knee (to simulate what it would be like for the Canadian to climb the wall) and he did. The Eiffel Tower switched on as the light began to fade and then burst into a million sparkling lights. As my old friend Phil would say,
"This is how we should live."
Love and Loss
Thursday. 7.19.12 11:40 am
My only love lies sleeping in the dawn's white early light
Mid-stream in a dream or a dandelion's flight
Across his face a gentle trace I let my fingers play
When I find among his auburn locks a single strand of gray.
A single strand of gray! On the head of this ephemeral, mortal man
And my heart explodes with tenderness like the breaking of a dam.
The morning sun lights up the pillow as the dawn gives way to day
And I wish that I could love this man 'til every hair turns gray.
Just as youth gives way to age, and spring succumbs to frost
The marching glower of the waking hour will leave our paradise lost.
And while holding fast is folly, for nothing gold can stay
I wish that I could love this man 'til every hair turns gray.
I found a paradise within, which is happier by far
An immortal priceless treasure in a painted clay-made jar.
So my affection through my love-locked lips I struggle to convey
Never knowing when Fate might intervene to carry him away.
Um, so, sharkboy broke up with me.
I was in the middle of writing this poem, so I decided I should finish it before the words turned to ash in my heart.
That sounds harsh... he broke up with me in a nice way. I kind of made him break up with me, because it seemed like that was what he wanted. I was no longer a priority, he wants to concentrate on his career, his family, etc. I guess I can understand that. In the end, it's all a nice way of saying that he changed his mind. It happens. He said it all started mid-May, but I felt it happen near the end of February. You feel it in your bones when someone you love stops loving you.
I guess it's scary that it can happen.
I submitted a short story to a magazine. It got rejected. Ah, well. In love and in literature, we must always find the strength to try again.
Unrelated: Fruit flies drive me crazy.
It happens sometimes
Thursday. 7.12.12 2:58 pm
I had a good day at work today.
Lord knows I needed one.
Dr. Wordsworth fixed all of my problems. And we spoke in English. And we talked to a cool guy in Israel. In English. And we ate quiche. Pistachios, too. And we drank champagne. Did I mention we spoke in English? And that Dr. Wordsworth is fun to hang around with? Yes, and he fixed all of my problems.
ps---Tomorrow is the fire-fighter ball. You know, it's a dance party. Hosted by firemen. It goes until 4 in the morning.
Wednesday. 7.4.12 5:01 am
Saturday. 6.30.12 7:11 pm
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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