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The Profile

Age. 33
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 à 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.
The Adventures of Sharkboy
Thursday. 6.16.11 8:31 am
I have Sharkboy on the phone. He is worried about his newly inherited chickens. He promised his professor's young daughter that he would take care of them for her, but one of them is looking a little lack-luster, and none of them are laying eggs. He has decided to get them all out of the hen house so that they can walk around the yard. He'll have to do it this evening, however, as he has another, more pressing problem: the other thing he inherited from his professor was a house full of fleas. He is about to set off a series of flea-bombs that will release a shroud of death upon these unwelcome creatures. He says for all they've bitten and tormented him, he hopes that he can hear their little tiny flea-screams when they die.

"Do you want to stay on the phone with me while I set them off?" he says.

I agree, but only if it won't compromise his ability to set off the bombs and retreat safely. Since the whole house is full of them, he has to start upstairs and then run downstairs from room to room in a carefully planned route that will lead to his way out. "Have you closed all the windows?" I say. "Have you turned off the fans and the air conditioning?" Yes, yes, yes. Now he is nervous. I don't want to make him nervous so I stop asking questions. He begins. I can hear him running.

Then I hear the smoke alarm. "Did you turn off the smoke alarms!?" I ask. No! And it's much too late now! Another smoke alarm goes off.

"I'm going to try to turn it off," he says, "...I'm going to have to call you back."

He hangs up. I'm hanging. Is he going to go back upstairs through the poisonous haze to get the other smoke detector?

Finally I get a call. He is breathing deep breaths of the warm sweet air of Outside. He had been able to turn off one smoke detector, but he got a big lungful of flea-gas and decided to gtfo. He was standing outside and looking back at the gas-filled house, listening to the smoke-alarm (or was it the sound of a thousand fleas screaming?) He is triumphant: the eternal struggle between Man and Nature was about to be won by Man, at least in this part of the Universe.

In the evening I get another call. He went back into the house. There are fleas that are still alive and jumping. The creeping insanity that is a product of persistent infestations is no doubt close at hand. I recalled the eventual total freakout of my sister jinyu in the face of the Pixie Moth Infestation, though I didn't realize how she felt until many years later when I faced an infestation of my own. Sharkboy resolves to buy twice as many bombs and bomb the living hell out of the place. I might call this "Stage 3" of Infestation Insanity, following "1: Realization of the extent of the infestation" and "2: Calmly taking measures to get rid of the infestation", and coming before "4: Complete Freakout", "5: Calling professional help" and "6: Moving". Another complete freakout is in store as Stage 7 if insects of the same type are discovered to have made the move as well.

But Sharkboy is not calling about the fleas--- he is calling about the chickens.

"A FOX ATE MY CHICKEN!" are the first words that I hear.
"A fox? Ate your chicken? When?"
"About thirty seconds ago."
"Oh no!"

Apparently he let the chickens out of the coop, went into the house for a moment, then came out again to see if the chickens had returned to their places. He counted three chickens out of four, so he went looking for the fourth. When he glanced into the neighboring vacant lot, he saw it: a fox with a big chicken in its mouth. He yelled and took off running after the fox, succeeding in getting the fox to drop the chicken and retreat. The chicken was twitching, but dead. Not knowing what to do with the body, he left it there. As he talks to me on the phone, he sees the fox return and pick up the chicken in its mouth and retreat through the long grass. He can only see the body of the dead chicken, bouncing its way just above the grass-tops.

Sharkboy: 0, Nature: 2

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Building Things
Wednesday. 6.8.11 7:41 pm
Ever since I knew it existed, Lowe's Home Improvement has been my favorite store. When I enter Lowe's, I usually find myself in the lawn and garden section. I begin by imagining my perfect garden, green and overgrown, with flowers spilling across wooden trellises, flagstones leading down shady paths, and hidden pools lit up at night by solar-powered lawn torches. One part of my perfect garden will have edible plants like tomatoes and corn, but the vast majority of the edible part of my garden will be chives. Who knew there were so many different types of chives to choose from? There will be one of those wide, raised outdoor fire pits that are illegal in Rhode Island and a fanciful rain gauge.
Once my garden is thoroughly imagined, I proceed to the paint aisle, where a myriad of multi-colored swatches greets me, asking me to imagine a great number of rooms, a room for every color, a paint brush for every job, shiny and matte, chocolate and daisy, ivory and plum. In hardware I find door knobs and drawer handles. In plumbing I find kitchen faucets, shower knobs, long pvc pipes. I fancy myself a plumber and imagine fixing all of the leaky faucets in my apartment to the surprise and delight of my roommate. I wander through shades and shelves, I look at pots and pails. I spend twenty minutes thumbing through a magazine that teaches you how to make your attic into a livable space, even though I don't actually own an attic.

Lighting is one of my favorite departments. I suddenly want to install fixtures, lanterns and chandeliers. Several free-standing lampposts are mentally added to my garden. Having just come from Electrical, I am confident in my ability to choose and install the right kind of wiring to add light to my non-existent garden and sunroom. In Lumber I examine each type of wood and each type of board. In my mind they are being assembled into bunk-beds, decks, tree-houses and sheds.

My heart fills with happiness. It is not a content feeling, but rather a overwhelming desire to create, to build something, to make things functional and beautiful and to contribute something to the world.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that the reason I like Travis is because he makes me feel like I do when I'm in Lowe's.

He makes me want to build things.

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Wednesday. 6.1.11 8:52 am
I'm on a staycation right now from work. I'm sitting around doing all of the amazing things that I never had an opportunity to do because I have a JOB. I think I'm going to take a tour of Brown University today, and maybe a tour of Hope High School across the street.

I thought I would write down what I do each day so that I don't forget how amazing staycations are.

Yesterday I:

1. Finished some work. That was lame, but I got it out of the way early so I could concentrate on my staycation.
2. Vacuumed my rug for the 80th time. More satisfying than you would think.
3. Rearranged/threw out my shoes.
4. Finished drawing a picture.
5. Drew a picture of my sister and my brother-in-law (I'm working on drawing people that actually look like the person they're supposed to look like... it's a work in progress) I would put it up here but since I'm on a staycation I can't go into work and that is where the scanner is.
6. Read a bunch of chapters in "The River Why"
7. Made a Facebook Album
8. Went to the local observatory and observed Saturn through a 12-inch (diameter) refracting telescope.
9. Observed an iridium satellite flare.
10. Returned all of the 49 library books that I had checked out and apparently one book that didn't actually belong to the library.
11. Talked to my boy TWICE. I think I will refer to him as "Fish Boy", because he studies fish for a living. Or maybe I should call him "Shark Boy"... because he also now studies sharks... and that would make me "Lava Girl". Yessss, Shark-Boy it is.

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He's Just So Cute Though
Sunday. 5.22.11 3:00 pm
And coming to visit me in ~12.5 days.

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Circumcision of the Entire Body (DP)
Thursday. 5.19.11 11:06 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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Officials: possible colony of rabid cats in RI
Tuesday. 5.17.11 11:38 am
Officials: possible colony of rabid cats in RI
May 14, 2011
PROVIDENCE, R.I.—Providence officials are warning about a possible colony of rabid cats after a stray cat attacked two people.

The cat attacked a garbage collector on Wednesday and the city's animal control officer Friday. It later tested positive for rabies.

Officials think the animal could be a part of wild colony of 40 rabid cats living in the city's west end.

Rabies causes animals to become sluggish, and then aggressive.

© Copyright 2011 Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.

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Pleasant Providence
Monday. 5.16.11 9:32 pm
Today I walked through the pleasant weather from my building to the main office. One secretary told me that I didn't have to do a task that I hadn't felt like doing. The other told me that I have $7800 that I didn't know about that I have to spend by the end of the month on either travel or software.

I strolled to the bank, where the checks I was depositing added up to a satisfyingly even number.

As I meandered back to my office, the scents of flowers and BBQs wafted past my nose. I passed the duct where air comes out of the greenhouse. It smells like some crazy combination of a plant, a wet paper towel and a drier. If I let myself stay there too long I fear death by asphyxiation because I love the smell so much that I forget to breathe out. As I continued down the shady lane, a mild breeze sent a shower of little pink flower petals cascading over me like snow.

Later on I got pulled over by a cop because my emissions inspection sticker was out of date. He also wanted to know why I had a Rhode Island registration and a Colorado driver's license. I told him about my upcoming graduation and he said to just not worry about the inspection and to have a good evening.

I texted for a while with the boy I like (it's his birthday!), then got invited by another friend to go miniature golfing and to Chili's on Thursday. As I sat at my kitchen table, I wished I could listen to music, but I didn't want to get up to turn on the radio. Just then, my roommate's alarm clock went off randomly (set 12 hours wrong?) and started playing my favorite radio station.

Yes, Providence can be pleasant in the spring.

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Monday. 5.16.11 4:25 pm

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