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
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.
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
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.
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
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.”
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,
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.
Saturday. 1.22.11 12:24 pm
Tuesday. 1.18.11 11:29 pm
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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