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The Profile

Age. 34
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him
Location Altadena, CA
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 à 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.
French People, Roller Coasters, and a Menorah
Monday. 8.10.09 10:12 pm
So a couple of french people put an ad on the listserve that asked if anyone with a car would like to drive them to Six Flags, which is about 2.5 hours away.

Naturally I emailed them immediately to volunteer.

So Angle and the french people and I trundled off to Six Flags and had a most hilarious day riding every single roller coaster and water slide we possibly could in the shortest amount of time. We had a break for eating Panda Express. We left Providence at 8:15am and returned at 2:00am.

After we got back our new friends invited us to a dinner party at their house for the next day. We ended up meeting a large part of the computer science department and playing a wide variety of hilarious games. Cranium was a bit difficult because we had a chinese person, two french people, a Belgian and a German, and they didn't always know the famous people they had to act out or the songs they had to sing or the items they were supposed to draw (e.g.: action, cartwheel). Sometimes someone from another team would look at the card first to make a determination as to whether the item on the card would be comprehensible to a foreigner. One of these instances:

German: Is it something I would know?
Us: Hmm... [the word is "menorah"]... maybe you wouldn't know it.
Them: Well, give it to Yuri then [an American of Russian birth].
Yuri: Oh. I don't know what it is.
Us: WHAT?! How can you not know that?!?! It would be so easy to draw, too!
Us, aside: And the other two people on his team are Jewish!
Them: Can you split it up into parts?
Yuri: I don't think so... uh... I could try...
Them: Just DO IT! HURRY!!!
Yuri attempts to draw "men"
Them: Uh... people! Uh... a mob! A large family?
Us: Time's up. It was a menorah.
Them: A MENORAH! YOU DIDN'T KNOW MENORAH! How can you not know a menorah! We're all JEWS! AGHHHH!
My partner: Well, it would make sense that the German wouldn't know it, because there aren't many Jews in Germany...

...extremely awkward silence while everyone refrains from saying "ANYMORE!"

I also refrained from mentioning that there weren't quite as many Jews left in Russia anymore, either.


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Friday. 8.7.09 10:36 pm
Email from the Antarctica People:

This e-mail is being sent to all science and technical event participants and alternates. If you started the Deployment Process early, you may not be aware of all the changes for the 2009-2010 season. Please take a moment to review these late-breaking changes:
Most of you will deploy through Sydney this season instead of Auckland.

HAHAHA!! Apparently we're connecting through Sydney, Australia this year instead of going through Auckland on the way to Christchurch, New Zealand (where they prepare us for deployment to Antarctica). Why are they doing this? No idea! But what it means is that I'll get all 7 continents before I turn 26! (Technically I'll have visited 5 of the 7 while I was 25!)

How lucky can you GET!?!

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Why Zanzibar and College Health Services Personnel Will Never Understand Each Other
Friday. 8.7.09 8:59 am
So yesterday I marked the momentous occasion of my first GYN exam*. The squeamish should stop reading here.

*It should be added that the only reason I even submitted to this exam in the first place is because it was absolutely required in order that I might go to Antarctica to study rocks.

One of the first questions my wise doctor asked was how many fingers I could fit in my vagina. I didn't ask what was to me an obvious question, that is, "Why in God's name would someone want to stick their finger up their vagina?"... instead I told her that the thought had never really occurred to me before. After exam, the details of which I will spare you out of the common decency for mankind, the doctor told me that she was a little concerned that I wasn't "in touch with my vagina enough". She suggested that every woman should take "ownership" of her vagina, since, after all, it was another part of your body just like your ear. She suggested that maybe if I had some down time (after Antarctica, perhaps) that I should sit down and just try to see how many fingers I could fit in there, perhaps working my way up to more fingers over time, and just generally be curious about how it looked and operated. I should have informed her that my hoo-hah and I are in close cahoots, and that it told me that as long as it appears to be working, it should probably be left alone. Incidentally I have the same theory about how advisors should deal with their grad students.

Later in the day we talked about volcanoes on other planets for a couple of hours, had a teleconference with the commander of the Apollo 15 mission to the Moon where we talked about what it was like to walk on the Moon, and then two hours of discussion the future of space exploration and all of our ideas for missions to Mars with the chair of the Mars Exploration Planning Agenda Group.

Forgive me if I would rather do that than sit around in my apartment with my thumb up my ass, or any variants thereof.

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In the Parlance of Our Times
Monday. 8.3.09 7:20 pm
Yesterday I went to the beach and went boogie boarding. AWESOME.

Today I went to the doctor's to have my physical to qualify me for going to Antarctica. I got the most thorough doctor we have, and she asked me a million questions all about my health and the health of my family through the generations and my entire medical history whilst in grad school.

I had to have tubes and tubes and tubes of blood drawn and then they gave me a TB test and a tetanus shot. I have to come back on Thursday for more of a physical and an EKG.

Tonight I am going out to celebrate my friend's birthday. It was a bit awkward because clearly they are also going out to dinner but I am apparently not invited to that part. I was driving the friend who was planning the whole event to Michaels so that we could sign up for a cake decorating class, so she kept talking in vague generalities about how she had to get back to her apartment by a specific time for an unspecified event. Meanwhile people kept calling her phone to get directions to the restaurant.... awkward.

This entry has nothing to do with its title.

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Bo staff skills, computer hacking skills
Friday. 7.31.09 9:06 am
Yesterday was a very fun and productive day. Angle and I went to the gym at 6:15am, ran, stair-stepped, lifted, did crunches and things, etc. Then there was work, where I worked all day on modeling a Martian volcano and spent hardly any time at all screwing around because I was so interested in what my model was going to do. I laugh at people who have two computer screens, but now I have two and it really boosts my productivity.

Towards the end of the day our french collaborator Francois came by and he gave me all kinds of helpful hints to save me time. My advisor and I actually had a conversation about pure science, and then Angle came in and said that there were people spinning sticks out on the lawn. We were planning to spin poi (aka fire dancing, but without the fire so far because we're not that good yet), so we decided to go out and spin so that we could strike up a conversation with the stick spinners. Turned out they were actually people learning to fight with bo staffs. One of them noticed that the movement that we were doing with the poi was exactly the same movement as the bo staff, and he borrowed our poi to show the other students how this was so. We showed interest in learning to fight with a bo staff, so they invited us to be a part of the lesson.

Now we're white belts in Tang Soo Do!

Turns out spinning a bo staff is exactly like spinning poi, so we were already really good at it. The parts that were different turned out to be just like Tae Kwon Do, which is closely related, so I could do that, too.

After learning more Tang Soo Do and making some new friends, we went home and did some errands, and then Angle and I watched Lilo and Stitch and ate ice cream. All in all a splendid day!

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Way Better Than a Hotel
Friday. 7.24.09 11:29 am
Why staying at your parent's house while on vacation is like x1000 better than staying at a hotel:

-Comes with FREE rental car!
-Pantry stocked with the kind of food that you like!
-Closet stocked with slightly outdated versions of your favorite clothes!
-Bathroom stocked with your exact kind of shampoo!
-Extra toilettries stashed in random places in the bathroom from the last time you were here!
-Free games on the pool table!
-Free dog to pet with none of the accompanying responsibilities!
-Free wireless!
-Free air conditioning, microwave, dishwasher, and laundry!
-Free piano to play whenever you want!
-Fully stocked cabinet of DVDs with all your favorite movies!

If only I had had so much appreciation for all of these things while I was living here.

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Space Academy
Wednesday. 7.22.09 11:51 pm
The way the NASA guy talked to us made it seem like we had just been accepted as Star Fleet cadets: he talked about how this was our opportunity to shine, that NASA had seen potential in us and this was our opportunity to show them what we were made of. We were in the pipeline now, he said, and the farther the pipe went, the narrower it got. Look around the room, he said. This is your competition.

Our competition? Our competition for what? To become civil servants? To work for NASA, that floundering, unwieldy, money-bleeding enterprise which can't send a rover to Mars without coming in a half a billion dollars over budget? To become as poor as our NASA advisors?

For the first time someone was presenting NASA to me as it ought to be, a great honor, an opportunity to join a team of men and women whose destination was the stars, who worked in outer space and who were going to make it possible for everyone else to work there, too. We were in the pipeline. The pipeline to become principle investigators on missions, the pipeline to become astronauts, the pipeline to become NASA administrators! I began to feel a flicker of inspiration for the future that I had never felt before about joining NASA.

I went to lunch with my NASA advisor. We were in a group with a bunch of other NASA employees. They were talking about NASA parties. "Yeah," my advisor said, "NASA never has good food."
"That's because NASA is so goddamned cheap," somebody chimed in. "That's what you'll learn about NASA," he said, leaning over to me, "that NASA is so goddamned cheap." I thought about our new student orientation, and how they offered muffins and bananas and coffee for us for a suggested price of $1 per item. "So," said one of the people at the table, "what do you want to do when you graduate?" I felt my answer should be politic in front of my advisor, so I listed a group of institutions for which I might do research, like NOAA or the National Center for Atmospheric Research. "Aren't you going to become a professor?" my advisor asked. I gave an equivocal answer involving work-life balances and the fact that my current academic advisor comes to work at 4 am every day. Another fellow said, "Yes, but all that academic and government stuff aside, are you going to get a real job?"

"Out there, you mean?" I said
"Yes, I mean, in oil or the like."
I had to admit to him that this was a possibility. I once again felt saddled with the choice between making a lot of money and making a difference. I was once again faced with question of whether or not, through all the inefficiency and red tape, that I could make a difference in an organization like this.

We were walking back to the building. It had some name like the Innovation Center, and each room had a name like "The Idea Loft" or "The Inspiration Room". I mentioned the room names, trying to get an idea about how inspired they felt when they used them. They exchanged a look, a look that seemed to say that these catch-phrase room names were just another bit of corporate bullshit that the Everyman laughed about behind closed doors away from the hearing of his supervisor. I felt my inspiration slipping away.

It's so easy to be a critic. It's so easy to be the guy who always says, "It's never going to happen," or "we're never going to make it". It would be very easy to never return to the Moon, and despite NASA's declarations, there are plenty of people within NASA itself who are pretty convinced it will never happen. But what if we could return to the Moon? What if we could establish a base there, build a telescope, reach outwards into space towards Mars and beyond? What if, just like the in the 1960s, mankind could work together towards a common, peaceful goal, and achieve it? One of the Apollo astronauts commented that it has become a popular phrase to say, "What, we can put a man on the Moon but we can't _fill in the blank_?" The answer is, we put a man on the Moon, and now there isn't anything we can't do. The whole point of space exploration isn't really the utility of having people in space, although that might be important far in the future. The point isn't to frivolously spend money that we could be using to help people or protect the nation (defense, medicare and medicaid, and social security have a bit more than 20% of the federal budget each, while NASA's share of the federal government funds is about 0.6%). The point isn't to increase the USA's profile among the nations or to establish ourselves as a leader. The point isn't even to make sure that there are plenty of scientists and engineers to design new weapons systems in times of need. The point is to unite all of humanity in an endeavor that is much larger than humanity itself, which requires the peaceful participation of the whole world, and which requires us to unite, not against anything, but for something, for the exploration of new frontiers, for new knowledge of the Solar System and the Universe, for knowledge of limits of the human spirit. That's what NASA is for. I guess maybe it's our opportunity, the opportunity of the kids in the pipeline, the opportunity of every kid out there today who ever dreamed about outer space, to get out there and make it happen, to rebuild NASA into the Space Academy. After all, doesn't the future belong to us? Can't we make it into whatever we want it to be? I'd like to speak on behalf of my Star Fleet classmates to say, "Let's do it."

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Tuesday. 7.21.09 8:53 pm
We were out on the lava early that day. Public lava-viewing always begins at 2 pm, so we had to vacate the lava fields by 1 pm so that the public wouldn't see us way out in the lava and get an idea to follow us there. It was bad enough that a bunch of Mars scientists (not us) were out there in the lava fields without proper equipment or a guide.

We had been lava-walkers for almost a week now, with at least 8 hours per day of lava-walking experience under our belts. We had walked on the razor-sharp, loosely-stacked shards of the clinkery a'a lavas, we had crunched our way over miles and miles of ropey paehoehoe, and we had learned to identify hidden lava tubes, waiting under fragile paehoehoe roofs to swallow us up. The key to walking on a'as was not to fall down. An angry a'a had snagged my field pants the day before, leaving an awkward square hole in my pants at shin level. For the clinkery a'as we all wore gloves while we were in the field to protect our hands. Nobody wants to get splinters made of glass.

The key to walking on paehoehoe was to stick to the stuff that was the most difficult to walk over. Lobes of frozen lava, piled high as if it came out of an out-of-control toothpaste tube? This was your ticket to safety. A smooth, flat area that looked like a man-made path? These were most likely to be the roofs of lava tubes.

The lava that we had been walking over all week was all at least 25 years old. Today's lava was crisper and crunchier. Much of it was still bright silver, the color lava has before there is a darkening of its silica coating. I stepped on an especially bright silver lobe of lava. "How old is this one?" I asked Scott. "That's 2008 lava," he said, "that came out about a week ago." The lava was spilling down from Kiluaea's currently active vent, Pu'u o'o. We couldn't see the vent from here, just a hazy cloud of gas in the distance and the big black swaths of lava carved in the forests on the sides of the volcano like ski runs in the summer. The new lava was coming over the pali and then disappearing beneath the surface and running in lava tubes until it reached the sea. A large bench had formed where the lava was protruding out across the surface of the water forming a large, brittle plate over the ocean. Where one of the lava tubes reached the sea the lava-water interaction had caused large explosions had created a small spatter cone. Even now it a giant column of gas was roaring from the phreatmagmatic cone and bursts of ash and volcanic bombs were being hurled from the explosions.

We wound our way carefully through the fantastical landscape of petrified lava in various shades of silver and black. We stopped to see a sign that had been engulfed in lava with all of its warnings melted off. We were searching for the holy-grail of lava-walkers: actively flowing lava. Scott had warned us that we might not be able to find it. Even if we could, it might be too dangerous to approach. The lava-fields changed daily, and many times lava-spotting could be pure luck. But we had more than luck, we had Scott, who not only knew the lava forecast for the day (reported by helicopters circling overhead) but who in our eyes knew everything there was to know about volcanoes, plants, animals, and Hawaii. Scott could not only name every Hawaiian plant we asked him about, he could also tell you what it was used for, whether or not it was native, and if it wasn't, when it had come to the islands and from where. He knew the Hawaiian language and all of the old Polynesian legends. He was one of those people who knew a hundred times more than you did, but took his only joy in sharing his knowledge with others and never in lording it over them. Scott's watchful eyes scanned back and forth across the lava field, to each of us, and, warily, towards the Mars scientists.
We had overtaken them about a half an hour ago. As it happened, many of them were familiar to us, and there had been a great many exclamations and joyful embraces as there can only be when one Mars scientist is reunited with another Mars scientist in full view of an erupting volcano. They had admitted to us that they were not experienced in lava-walking or lava-location, so they were thinking about heading back. When they saw that Scott was leading us purposefully, they had lingered, eventually starting to follow us across the lava. Scott was wary; it was enough that he was responsible for all ~12 of our lives on the lava field, he couldn't afford the responsibility of another 50 inexperienced Mars scientists. At last Scott called from up ahead for us to approach carefully. He had found a skylight, a hole in the top of a lava tube that allowed you to peer down inside at the rapidly flowing lava. Everyone was standing on the smooth, pathlike lava nearby... until they caught a glimpse of the lava and realized that it was flowing directly beneath them. Nearby cracks in the lava surface were giving off tremendous amounts of heat, so we decided to break for lunch and toast our frozen burritos that we had wrapped in tin foil and brought along for just such an occasion. We pushed our burritos gently into the hot cracks, just far enough to get a good baking, not far enough to fall through.

We had brought our lava-sampling gear, but the lava was too low for us to reach it without endangering ourselves. Even so, we couldn't come within three feet of the skylight opening because of the blazing heat coming from the flowing lava. Some of my colleagues made a game of throwing balls of tin foil and banana peels into the skylight. They would remain for just a moment carried along suspended on the lava's surface, then they would slowly sink and disappear. It felt like littering to me, notwithstanding the fact that the tin foil was completely obliterated within moments of falling into the hole. I wondered if some geologist in the future would collect a sample only to find it anomalously enriched in aluminum. For my part, I tossed several rocks into the skylight to watch them pause and sink as the stream carried them swiftly towards the sea.

Soon enough, the Mars scientists had arrived, having followed us to their own peril through the lava fields. They gathered in a large group and stood peering into the lava tube while standing on its roof until Scott ushered them to safer ground and bade them look through the skylight in groups of less than five at a time.

After the skylight we took off at a quick pace and shook off the Mars scientists. Scott had one more destination and we couldn't afford to let them follow us there. We were going to the site of the explosions, the large, churning smokestack at the water's edge. Scott looked at us seriously. He trusted us to avoid places where gas seeped through the cracks in the surface. He advised us to stay away from places where the rocks were orange and glowing. And most important of all, he told us that if the wind changes direction and the volcano's toxic plume came towards us, we were to put our shirts over our faces and run like hell.

Close to the water's edge all of the lava was bright silver 2008 lava. We could hear the roaring of the gas jet from the explosion crater and the pitter-patter of rock shards and volcanic bombs being lofted in the air and spattering onto the ground. The gas came out, never ending, mostly white but occasionally churning brown with a new batch of ash to spit onto the bench. I could have stayed for hours, watching the mesmerizing swirling of the vent, hearing the sounds of the rocks as they made steaming parabolic paths away from the column. But Scott had a bad feeling and it was time to go. Wherever Scott was, I was with Scott. Our other leaders, Bruce and Sarah, were slow to leave the beautiful volcano by the sea and some of the other students were lingering back there with them.
Scott was on the radio. "Bruce, Sarah, get the hell out of there." We were too far away from them now to shout, but they didn't seem to be moving with any urgency. There was urgency in Scott's voice. "Come on guys, get out of there," he said into the radio. There was no reply.
Then it happened. A huge roar came up from the water's edge, the sound of splitting and cracking and hissing mixed with a giant splash as the edge of the bench failed and went crashing into the sea. The mixture of the new lava and the water made an explosion that rippled down the edge all the way to the vent. Now they were running. Old and young, leaders and students, they were all running as fast as their legs could carry them across the impossible lava-jungle and away from the explosions.

Two days later, the entire bench collapsed into the sea.

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