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 ŕ 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
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.
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.
Monday. 5.16.11 4:25 pm
The Whole Wide Moon
Saturday. 4.30.11 3:22 am
When you study the Moon
Day after day
You begin to feel a kind of ownership over it
After a while.
When people talk about the Moon, you feel compelled
To say something that establishes it as yours
Something about the origin of the Ocean of Storms
The geology of the Marsh of Sleep
Its thermal history
How it came to be
But the thing about the Moon is that while it belongs to scientists
It also belongs to engineers
It isn't like the Earth
Which technically belongs to all of us
But divided into six billion tiny pieces
Because each person on the Earth owns the whole Moon
The entire Moon belongs to every single one of us
And we're free to appreciate it
Or learn about it
Or bask in its radiance on a warm summer evening
As it circles the Earth, paying visits to everyone
And every single one of us has a right to feel ownership of the Moon
Not a piece of it
Or one six-billionth of it
But the whole Moon, as much as we can fit in our eyeballs.
Monday. 4.25.11 11:07 pm
So I'm a doctor!!
It has a nice ring to it.
I'll start my own radio show and everyone can call in and ask me questions about their troublesome volcanoes.
So if I'm finished with all my work, why am I here in the lab at 11:15 pm????
Welll... I have tiny bits of work left to do, and it's hard to get work done during the day.
And old habits die hard. Don't worry, I'm doing my best to kill them. I spent most of Saturday playing the bodhran, so I can become like this chick:
Sunday. 4.17.11 8:57 pm
My defense is on Tuesday!! YAYYYY! Ma dad is comin'! YAYYY!
I finally managed to figure out how to download a YouTube movie, clip it, and then insert it into a Powerpoint Presentation without losing resolution (and without getting a virus). And hey, I learned a lot about codecs along the way. My defense presentation is going to be AWESOME.
Meanwhile, The Mercury Paper that Won't Die, which I submitted last JULY, is now finally available online. I just have to go through the page-proofs which is proving to be a lot more complicated than I thought it would be.
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous editors, or to take arms against a sea of meaningless typographical changes, and by opposing, draw out the process even longer? To die! To sleep no more!
Thursday. 4.14.11 9:14 pm
After I handed in my thesis, I looked in the mirror and saw myself, gaunt, pale, with dark circles under my eyes, hair with ends like straw, an outfit made completely of navy sweat-clothes that are several sizes too large.
I went to Target.
I went to the health and beauty aisles. I was going to go on a shopping binge, and I was going to make myself look PRETTY, dammit!
So I bought a cucumber face mask. It came with a special cream made for putting under your eyes to make them look less tired. I also got some cream that is supposed to eliminate fine lines [my thesis gave me exactly three fine lines]. It was expensive. I got the ones for "sensitive skin" and the "hypo-allergenic" ones, since I'm sometimes allergic to things like that.
I used them for a couple of days. Everything was great. My skin was soft and smooth, and my under-eye circles seemed to be disappearing. I was so happy at the results, I slathered more on each day.
But I was allergic. It was a delayed reaction.
Now the sides of my face near my hairline, my left ear, and under my eyes have erupted in an incredibly itchy rash. The lymphnode near my ear has swollen. The rash extends around my left eye making the skin red and raised... all except for my three fine lines, which now stand out in sharp relief.
THANKS FOR NOTHING, STUPID PRODUCTS!! YOU ARE NOT MAKING ME PRETTY !!! I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!!
Now I'm just hoping the reaction will go away in time for my thesis defense next Tuesday. Until then I'll be sitting on my hands so I can resist tearing my face off with my fingernails.
HOW'S THAT FOR A HAPPY ENTRY, MIDDAYMOOOOOOON!
Tuesday. 4.12.11 9:35 pm
That afternoon I ended up in the ice-block quarry.
The ice sheet stretched away in every direction- flat, white, and featureless.
Our instructor had chosen a spot at random and plunged his hand saw into the ground. He easily sawed a straight line into the ice and then sat back and looked up at us, shielding his eyes from the unrelenting Antarctic sun. The saw dipped back into the ice sheet, sawing two perpendicular lines to make a brick. He grabbed a shovel and levered the block out of the ground.
You can dig an ice block quarry as deep as you would like. The sea is beneath you, somewhere, but you could build an mansion of ice blocks before you reached it, at least this time of year. We made the quarry three blocks deep. We learned quickly that the quality of your hand saw makes a big difference. I had a nice, new hand saw with a black grip and very pointed teeth. I sawed through the ice like it was butter.
We would saw a whole row, and then go back with a shovel to lever each one out, one at a time. We deposited them on a sledge, and the members of another crew would take them away to build ice walls around the camp. Ice walls were needed to protect the camp from the sea "breeze", which was roaring across the ice sheet, stirring up a haboob of snow with a vanguard of snow devils.
We wanted to have the ice-wall built before we ate dinner. The threat of nightfall seemed imminent, but our alarm was needless- there was no such thing as nightfall here.
Another group was building a small trench, only three blocks wide. They piled the blocks on the windward side as a wind break and carved a table and benches into the side of the trench. This was our kitchen. The people who had been setting up tents sat along the benches with their feet dangling into the trench and drank hot chocolate out of plastic mugs. Some people set up a stove on the table behind the wind-break and started cooking. Some rock-and-roll from a set of battery-powered speakers started drifting over to the ice quarry during the periods when the wind was at rest. Dinner consisted of packets of dehydrated food that had been expired since 2001. We filled them with hot water and ate them directly out of the packaging.
I felt lucky to be busy in the ice quarry: in Antarctica, being stationary meant being cold. As activity wound down, Mark and I cut some additional ice blocks and built a wind break around the quarry. We built a wall of ice blocks on either side of the quarry trench and placed three sleds across the top. We packed them with snow to insulate them. We marked the entrance with a small green flag on a long bamboo pole. This is required because it makes you easier to find if your snow shelter collapses. We mostly did it because we felt that it lent a bit of personality to our otherwise colorless dwelling. It occurred to me that like us, the bamboo was a long way from home.
Igloos can be very warm, if constructed correctly. As we were Antarctica rookies, ours was not constructed correctly. First of all, we made an igloo that was plenty big enough for two people. This was a mistake. We also slept at the lowest point of our igloo. This was a mistake. We each crawled into our sleeping bags wearing every item of clothing we had available. This was also a mistake.
The night we spent in the igloo would be the coldest night we would experience in Antarctica.
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