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
Busy Busy Busy
Thursday. 2.4.10 2:01 pm
I've been incredibly busy lately.
"Oh, I see, does that mean you've been writing your thesis and doing your homework and applying for your fellowships and making posters for the upcoming meeting and writing abstracts and papers?"
Uh... no. My advisor has been in India, you see.
I'm planning a party, you see. It's an "Around the World" party where each room of my apartment is a different country. Planning a party takes time, as I have to clean, and decorate, and buy food and drink, and plan the playlists for each room. I have to spend a bunch of time Googling "Moroccan Cocktails" and surfing the Oriental Trading Company website for cheap plastic crap. Yesssss.... it takes some time. Plus I have to go out to eat all the time, that's also important... going out to eat, yes, bad for my wallet and my figure but excellent for my social life and my taste-buds. I have to make up for the fact that I spent several months in Antarctica eating food that was at least five years out of date! And then I also have to go to the gym all the time to counteract all the eating out.....
And then I'm joining a church, yes, that too... I had to go to some informational meetings and faith expression meetings and logistics meetings and then on Sunday I shall be accepted as a member of the church so I have to attend the ceremony and then the potluck that the church is having in our honor. More food, delicious.
I had to go shopping to buy more food, too. I'm still not quite back to being used to all of the delicious things I have at my fingertips. MmmmmMmm... cookies.
Ice cream. Meatloaf. Bananas.
So it has been hard to concentrate in math class because I've been thinking about cake. CAKES. With ICING. All over them. Just cakes, just slathered in buttercream frosting.... I had a cupcake from the cupcake store in Boston, it had icing four inches high....... oh wow. Can't a girl just have fun all the time and not do any work? I mean, that's what girls want to do, isn't it? Have fun?
I think I have senioritis. Senioritis as a 4th year grad student. Hmmm, a bit early (or waaaay too late?)
Time for class.
As water drips down the gingerbread rooftop
Friday. 1.29.10 8:50 am
As the water drips down the gingerbread rooftop
It pools at every imperfection
Flashing like diamonds in the winter sun
Turning the smudged and crying shingles
Into something beautiful.
We're Getting the Band Back Together
Sunday. 1.24.10 12:04 am
Ok, so actually we're starting a band.
It's a girl band, so far we have one acoustic/electric bass, a banjo, and a mandolin. I've been put on drums, but we haven't got any drums yet. I was already planning to buy a bodhran, but I'm not sure how that will mesh with the other instruments. We also don't know how to play any of these instruments, but we're almost ready for the most important part of making a band, which is BAND PHOTOS. And a most triumphant video!
We do have several harmonicas, three standard flutes, several recorders, a fife, a bagpipe canter, three tin whistles in different keys, two wooden flutes, and a small acoustic guitar, which we can probably collectively play better than any of our band instruments.
I think we need Van Halen.
Saturday. 1.23.10 1:14 am
Sunday. 1.17.10 10:54 pm
It never rains in Antarctica.
It never rains, and it never gets dark, and you never have to think of anything further away than dinner.
But now it's dark and it's raining and I had to get my car and drive through the dark and cold to get to the grocery store so I would have something to eat tomorrow.
At that moment I realized that I had returned to my real life. My life had been on pause for several months while I was in another dimension, and now I've returned. Fast forward the seasons a little bit, rearrange the Stop and Shop, everything else in Providence is the same except for us. Play.
Heart of Darkness
Thursday. 11.5.09 4:08 am
"Well, you can leave me in charge of the camp at South Fork while you all go to North Fork," I said to J as we sat in the science office. It was 9:30 pm local Antarctic time, and the sun was blazing through the window.
"After a while I'd have a little fence made out of human skulls, all ready for when you got back."
"Oh, I would have thought that you were using our skulls to make the fence."
"All in good time, J, all in good time."
I was being silly, but he turned suddenly serious.
"You know, you seem all sunny usually, but there is something deep in you that isn't. It kind of scares me."
I didn't know how to take this comment, and I wasn't sure if he picked up on my reference, but I decided that it was an opportunity.
"Do you ever feel like some people have a darkness inside them? Darkness that isn't inside of other people?"
He looked at me askance.
"I don't mean 'evil'... not that kind of darkness... and I don't mean 'depth', because there are a lot of deep people with interesting thoughts who I wouldn't say have darkness within them."
Now he seems to know what I mean. He has a certain amount of darkness inside him, too. We start naming people who we think have darkness and the people who don't. We agree very strongly on certain people, like the Welshman [darkness!], though we can't answer exactly why. There are people with anger, yes, people with melancholy, people with melodrama, people with depression, people with fear of ghosts... we aren't talking about any of those people, we both agree. We aren't talking about the kind of darkness that swallowed Kurtz as much as we are talking about the kind of darkness that swallowed Marlow.
It's this kind of cosmic melancholy, this kind of deep stirring. It has something to do with ghosts, maybe, something to do with the Universe. Something to do with mortality, something to do with immortality. It isn't a good thing, necessarily, and people who don't have it aren't missing out on anything.... It's just a thing, this thing that's always there and mostly manifests itself by causing the afflicted to sit for hours just staring not at the world, but through it, seeing nothing. However sunny a person, occasionally you would hear his voice tremble or see a fleeting look in his eye and you would know that there remains deep within this person an area in deep and permanent shadow. Sometimes this person feels like it could reach out of his soul and consume him.
For all this, having lived with the darkness, he would no sooner give it up than he would his own life.
I don't have to explain this to J. He knows what I mean.
So Long, Farewell. To Antarctica I go!
Monday. 10.26.09 8:09 am
Well guys, I guess this is it. I'm leaving for Antarctica in three hours. If you ever think of me out there on the cold, cold ice, starved for warmth and attention, you can write me a letter, poem, or work of great literature and send it to this address:
Lima Alpha Kilo
PSC 469 Box 800
APO AP 96599-1035
Since it's a military address, it only costs as much as it would cost to send a letter to your nearest airport (if you're in the US). Yay.
Normally I would write something like, "See you next decade!" but hopefully I'll be able to get one more entry in from the base in Antarctica before I disappear into the field.
Tuesday. 10.20.09 7:34 pm
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