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 Cherry Hills Vil, CO
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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
Monday. 3.1.10 10:45 pm
We have had your manuscript reviewed for both scientific content and journal-specific criteria. Based on this evaluation, I cannot consider your manuscript further for publication in our journal. Attached below are the review comments, which cite several significant problems with the manuscript as presented. I hope that you find these comments helpful if you decide to revise the paper and submit it to another journal. I am sorry I cannot be more encouraging at this time.
Just when I thought I couldn't be any more rejected.
Deep In the Heart of Texas
Monday. 3.1.10 8:37 am
I'm in TEXAS! Yep. Texas. And it's actually an hour earlier than the time stamp says. I'm getting up at the crack of dawn to learn about early planetary nebulae and a phenomenon called "wark-lovering". I have no idea what that is. :\
So I guess there's only one thing left to say and that's:
The Trouble With Facebook Stalking
Friday. 2.26.10 2:49 am
So maybe some of you who have been around for a long time remember my secret crush from a couple of years ago. Well he's a senior now. Yes, he was a freshman when I was secretly crushing on him, let's not get into pesky details.
I ran into him at the train station the other day when I was on my way to Boston. He was with his friend but we got to talking and we sat together on the train and chatted the whole way to Boston. We got along just as famously as ever and recounted all the good old days from three and a half years ago.
At one point he said, "My sister is doing this thing and this other thing."
I said, "Was this your older sister or your younger sister?"
STOP THE SCENE
How did I know that he had an older sister and a younger sister? Did he talk about them years ago? Do I just happen to have a really good 3.5-year memory?
He said, "Ah, it was my older sister," and the conversation continued without incident.
Oh Facebook, you demon.
Wednesday. 2.24.10 12:28 am
Apparently if you add 4 inches of high-quality (R-30) insulation to your brick wall, you can keep 98% of the heat that you would have otherwise lost through the wall.
If only they would add 4 inches of high-quality insulation to my apartment, then maybe we wouldn't have to kick on the furnace all the time. Not having giant holes around the windows might help, too. Too bad I don't pay for my own heat and therefore have no vested interest in making my house efficient.
Wednesday. 2.17.10 9:55 am
Roommate and I had pancakes. Pancakes, blueberry muffins, and Martinelli's sparkling apple cider from New-Year's-themed martini glasses. I didn't do my thermodynamics homework and went to bed at 9pm.
I gave up alcohol for Lent.
Not that I drink that much, but I've been on a bad jag since Antarctica.
The Welshman: "You might as well say that you're giving up fun for Lent."
Monday. 2.15.10 9:05 pm
Well, as usual, my friends ruined my plans to have the most pathetic Valentine's Day possible. I was just settling in at work around 5pm when my roommate came downstairs from her office and told me that we were going out.
We ended up getting some ice cream at Friendly's. There was a claw machine, it cost 50 cents per try... we won TWO ANIMALS with $1.50!!!!
L1 won a yellow animal with the body of a bear/dog and the head of a duck. Duck-bear. I won a fuzzy dog.
We took our ice cream and our animals and went to Taco Bell. The guy gave me a free drink because I had to wait for so long to get my crunch-wrap supreme.
After we finished eating all of our ice cream and Taco Bell, we went to the $2 theatre and saw the romantic comedy "Leap Day".
All in all a very fun Valentine's Day.
Saturday. 2.13.10 4:06 pm
"It happened on the Eve of St. Valentine's Day. She was engrossed in her book of impact physics when she looked up and saw him. Their eyes locked across the laundromat. He later said that had she been with a friend he wouldn't have had the guts to approach her to say hello...."
"Ok, ok. You could have just said, 'Angela, I don't feel like going to the laundromat with you.'"
"I'm hanging up now."
L: I just got a harmonica!
Z: Cool, can you play it?
L: Not really. Do you think it's too late to play it now while we're walking home?
Z: Maybe, it's around midnight.
L: Oh look, we're passing by his house. That's his window, the one that's lit up.
Z: You should make a habit of playing a few whimsical notes every time you pass underneath his window. He'll know that it's you and he'll come to expect that he'll hear them. Then, when something bad happens and the two of you are torn apart, he'll be sitting in his room and he'll always think he hears the music of the harmonica but he'll rush to the window and there will be no one there. Maybe it's an ice cream truck, maybe it's the wind, maybe it's just his imagination. He'll realize how much he misses you and the haunting notes of your harmonica. Then one day, when he has finally given up hope that he'll ever hear it again, the notes will play! He'll rush to the window and there you'll be!!!
L: Hmm... I think you should write my life.
an entry that is not finished yet
Friday. 2.12.10 7:56 am
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