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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 ŕ 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.
Ouaeda
Tuesday. 2.15.11 8:15 am
I met a woman on the plane.

She didn't speak English, and she asked me for help on her customs form. She had a bunch of information written on a form in Arabic, and she wanted me to transfer the relevant information into the right boxes on the customs form. Her form also had a french translation of everything, so I moved all of the information into the right boxes and asked her all of the questions on the customs form in the best french I could manage. Was she traveling with family? Was she bringing anything valuable? Did she live on a farm? Did she have more than $10,000 in monetary instruments? The answers were no and no and no and no.

She looked to be right around my age, and she was from Morocco, where they speak a mix of French and Arabic. She was wearing a muslim head-scarf. I recalled that during the whole flight I hadn't seen her take any of the free alcohol, and she never once watched the little TV set into the back of the seat in front of her. Our first interaction had been when she asked me how to buckle the seat belt on the airplane.

We got to talking. She was moving to Boston to be with her husband. They had been married for two years but he had lived in Boston for three years. It was a familiar story in muslim countries. The marriage would be arranged by her father through a series of contacts. The man often lived overseas and he would send for her when he felt like he was established or whenever he decided he wanted her to come. The first time they would meet might be their wedding day. She had never lived with him before, she said. "That will be different," I said, my vocabulary limited to drastic understatements. Yes, she said nervously. It will be different.
She had never traveled outside of Morocco. She told me about her home, filled with her family and parents and cousins, filled with the bright, hot Moroccan sunshine and the brilliant tiled corridors of the Moroccan streets. She loved the heat. She loved the desert. She said living in Morocco was so easy, you had your family, you had everything you needed.

How was Boston? She wanted to know.

I didn't want to answer. Cold. Frigid. Aggressive people who were always late for something. Neighbors who stayed in their homes. Snow piled up to the height of a man on every street corner. Dirty. Dark.

I told her instead that it was lovely in the summer, and that in the spring there would be many flowers, and that there was a beach that was nearby. I didn't know if she could ever expect to make it to the beach, or what she would be allowed to do there if she went.

Did she have any family in America? I asked. She didn't. Her husband had a brother in Boston, but that was it. She didn't know her husband's brother. She had a sister in Canada, whom she hadn't really heard from since she was married off to a man in a similar way several years ago. Her husband assured her that the sister wasn't far away. He assured her that he lived in a Moroccan part of Boston, so she would feel right at home. He assured her that English was easier to learn than French.

Was English easier to learn than French? She asked.
I didn't want to tell her. We talked about how beautiful and regular Arabic verbs were, instead.

I am not married, I said, not yet.

She told me that I should not hurry myself. "Quand on se marie, on perd sa liberté," she said.

When you get married, you lose your freedom.

I said that in Boston, it is the same. She said, "No. In Boston it is not the same as in Morocco." She shook her head vehemently.

I corrected myself to say that I meant that in Boston, the amount of freedom you had before you got married was pretty much the same as the amount of freedom you had after you got married.

Not for her, she implied. Not for moroccan women.

The plane landed. Outside the sky was grey and the runways were covered in dirty grey piles of snow. It looks cold, she said. Yes, I said, It is necessary always to have a coat.

I impulsively took a piece of paper from my notebook. On it I wrote my name, my phone number, my email address, and my street address.

"If you need anything..." I said, "...anything at all. If you have some trouble, and you need some help... please call me." She smiled and took the piece of paper. She held out the piece of paper that had the name and telephone number of her husband. "Here is my husband's number. I think it would be ok to call it," she said. She had me copy down the number.

I walked with her to the passport control and stood in line with her until she had to walk through alone. She had a large envelope that contained everything she should need to successfully immigrate. She hadn't been told nice things about the US immigration process. I felt like I should defend my countrymen, but I hadn't heard nice things about the US immigration process, either. We were both a little surprised and relieved to see that they had staffed all of the booths with people who spoke french. They wouldn't let me go through with her, so I had to wait for her in the baggage claim. I ran over as soon as I saw her. She was being escorted to the secondary baggage check. The officer who was with her was incredibly kindly and I asked how long it would take for her papers to be processed. He told me a half an hour to 45 minutes.

I had to go, my boss was waiting for me to take me home, having no idea where I had gone. I told her I had to go. I told her that everything would be ok and that it was very easy from here. She said she understood. We embraced tightly and she kissed me on both cheeks.

"Thank you." she said, in English.
"Bonne Chance," I said. Good Luck.


And thus our lives diverged.

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Paris in the Fall
Friday. 2.11.11 8:44 pm
The discotheque is in the old brick cellar of a bar called "L'Antidote" on a winding alleyway in the 5e arrondissement. The dance floor is full of atmospheric scientists, doing a dance they call "The Gravity Wave".

My future boss dances his way through the gravity wave. "As you can see, Paris is a very difficult place to work," he says, kissing me on both cheeks.

"See you in September."

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Pondering a move to Paris
Tuesday. 2.8.11 6:41 pm
Champagne, caviar-guacamole, fois-gras-on-a-stick....


Yup. I should probably move to Paris.


Being a planetary geologist is such a hard life.

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La soleil etait plus brulant qu'aujourd'hui
Thursday. 2.3.11 12:31 am
Going to France tomorrow. I've sort of packed.

I also managed to fix the worst computer virus I have ever faced... the virus infected explorer.exe and winlogon.exe.... the fix included creating an operating system on my thumb drive, changing the BIOS to boot from the thumb-drive, stealing fundamental windows files from another computer, replacing the infected files while running linux from the thumb-drive... it was intense. I definitely sent my computer into an infinite boot loop at least twice, but luckily I was able to pull it back from the edge.

Almost sent my roommate into an infinite boot loop when I left my phone on silent and accidentally missed our ride home from work tonight... you could tell she wanted to strangle me but she acted very civil. :C Hopefully she'll also come back from the edge?

I have a small crush on this guy who lives far away but I kinda told him that and now he hasn't written me back for about 1.6 weeks. FML.

But YAY FRANCE


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Sweet, Sweet Unemployment
Wednesday. 1.26.11 10:22 pm
So I'm going to be unemployed this summer (a.k.a "between jobs"), and boy, am I looking forward to it. A whole summer without any working, yippee ki yay!

I am so excited about all of the things I'm going to do, I can barely write my thesis. The only thing that keeps me writing my thesis is to know that as soon as I finish it I can be unemployed!! YAY!

Here is a list of things I am going to do whilst unemployed this summer:

1. Play the harmonica.
2. Play the guitar.
3. Play the bodhran.
4. Play the flute.
5. Draw.
6. Write poetry.
7. Finish my nanowrimo novel.
8. Read, read, READ. I have a whole separate list for this one.
9. Take a mushroom identification class.
10. Go owling.
11. Go the beach.
12. Go hiking.
13. Take a "giant ash-caldera" roadtrip.
14. Go the park.
15. Hang out at the local coffee shop.
16. Take an introductory blacksmithing class.
17. Buy ice cream cones.
18. Climb a mountain.
19. Make a music video.
20. Go on a ghost tour.
21. Watch MOVIES.
22. Finish painting my painting.
23. Make a "long-cat" scarf.
24. Take a wedding-cake decorating class.
25. Go to church.


I caaaaan't waaaaait!!

Until then, I'll just be here, working from 10am til 2am 6-7 days a week and counting eating dinner at home a couple times a week as my "hobby". :C

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Listen to the Mustn'ts
Wednesday. 1.26.11 12:59 am
“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”

--Shel Silverstein

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Bittersweet
Saturday. 1.22.11 5:21 pm
I erased every text that made me think of you
Each one made me think of you, as I erased them
One last time.

I erased every email you ever sent me that had any trace of kindness
There were so many kindnesses: I erased them all.
There is no record that you were ever kind.

Your flavor still lingers in sweet memories
So I will carefully dip them, one by one,
In bitterness.

Like leftover food, I will wrap them up in cellophane
Put them in the back of the coldest part of my mind
And wait until they turn bad enough to throw away.

And as I throw them away
I will think of you
Molded over, rotting, putrid.

One last time.

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NASA FTW
Saturday. 1.22.11 12:24 pm
Yay, NASA wants me.




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