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The Profile

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 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 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.
Tuesday. 1.18.11 11:29 pm
Job interview at NASA.

Wish me luck.

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Julian was napping again
Saturday. 1.15.11 12:43 am
Julian was napping again, curled up in the single square of sunshine that perpetually illuminated the wall next to the instrument panel, a velcro strap haphazardly lashed about his body to keep it from drifting away. In the early days Jane had constantly reminded him about both the hazards of napping instead of exercising and the excess dose of radiation he was giving himself by lying in the sunshine.
"You'll never be able to walk when you get back," she would caution. "You'll develop all kinds of nasty cancers."
Julian never responded to these kinds of comments. He would open one eye, lazily, like a cat, look at her, smile broadly, yawn, and return to napping. Jane sometimes had a very private feeling that returning was not part of Julian's plan at all.
For the sake of mission tranquillity, she had stopped commenting on Julian's sleeping habits. She was sure Mission Control had enough to say to Julian about his lethargy and lack of cardiovascular fitness without her additions.

Today she was studying gamma ray bursts. The comm-delay1 between the module and Mission Control had grown to five minutes one-way, which had effectively eliminated the possibility for conversation. Mission Control mostly communicated with them now via short digital messages, which appeared on the simple, green communications monitor they affectionately called the "Honey-Do".
Once a day, in what Headquarters had scheduled to be the morning, they would receive a list of commands and descriptions of activities that they were meant to perform for the day. Some days they would be testing the effects of radiation on bacteria (Julian had to move from his napping square for hours at a time). Some days they would attempt to detect faint galaxies or measure cosmic radiation, which required them to close the window altogether and stare out the other side of the command module into the endlessness of outer space. On these days Julian liked to turn on electronic synthesizer music to "set the mood". Occasionally he would disappear for a short while and then slink along the ceiling to surprise them in the darkness. It was a harmless joke, but Ryan was easily startled and never thought it was very funny.

1 Julian preferred the abbreviation "unications-ay"

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Cheer Up, Emo Kid
Sunday. 1.9.11 8:20 pm
So I decided not to draw anything else until I finished my thesis. That didn't work out very well [I just haaad to use my BRAND NEW SKETCHBOOK!]:

The girl reminds me of what I always thought unicornasaurus might look like, but I don't know why, because I don't remember if I know what unicornasaurus looks like. The reference was on Deviantart, it was a stock photo.

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Things I've Always Wanted to Say
Saturday. 1.8.11 4:02 pm
1. "Don't worry about it, kid."
2. "And I'll be laughing all the way to the bank."
3. "Well then I'll see you in HELL!"
4. "Do I think ill of you? That is to presume I think of you at all."
5. "If the devil owned this place and Hell, he'd rent this place out, and live in Hell."
6. "Casserole? I'm making a kickasserole!"
7. "Hats off!"
8. "What happened to you out there in that jungle?"
9. "If you're on the shore, then you sure ain't me-o."
10. "Maybe in a thousand years, even you'll be worth something!"

But at the moment, I mostly just want to say #2.

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Plagues and wars take people equally by surprise
Monday. 1.3.11 7:03 pm
I was walking home through the cold winter's night when I stopped short. So short, in fact, that my foot made a brief hopping shuffle-step to slow the lumbering inertia of the rest of my body.

There was a rat in the sidewalk.
It was dead.

Naturally this can only mean one thing:


I walked in a large circle around the dead rat and continued on my way.

Rats died in the street; men in their homes. And newspapers are concerned only with the street.

Farewell, dear readers...

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The Midnight Clear
Saturday. 12.25.10 1:23 am
For lo!, the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.

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Old Friends
Tuesday. 12.14.10 12:43 pm
The Annual Fall American Geophysical Union Conference (AGU) is the best conference ever, because it is in downtown San Francisco. Some 16,000 geologists descend on the city, meaning that not only are you staying in a swanky hotel in a cool city, you are surrounded by 16,000 of your buddies. Every time you go out to lunch or cross the street you run into someone you know. Whenever you approach meal time, you randomly collect a hodge-podge group of people and go out to lunch, (on the company money, no less!)

Yesterday I ran into a bunch of people I hadn't seen since my trip to Askja Volcano in Iceland in 2008. We had become great friends during the course of our trip but then we had parted, half expecting never to see each other again. It was fitting, then, that we should be reunited in the "What do Pyroclasts Tell Us?" session about studying volcanic ash grains.

I also ran into a girl that I knew in high school-- she was actually the girl from #65 of my hundred things list. Turns out she's a geologist now.

It's a small world.

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Providence Time
Friday. 12.10.10 10:29 pm
I have a cooking timer in my kitchen. It's one of those free-standing white timers, very simple. It has its quirks, like you have to bonk it on the top after you set the time in order for it to start ticking, and sometimes it continues ticking long after it has rung, and sometimes when the time runs out it just stops ticking instead of ringing. My ear has become accustomed to listening for an absence of ticking as a sign that whatever I'm cooking might be done.

"Why don't you just get a new timer?" some of my friends have asked me.

See, I kind of like my timer. It reminds me of Providence.

The timer represents the way the whole city works, only in miniature.

Just a minute... I think I hear silence.

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