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
Monday. 5.25.09 8:53 pm
Today I got up er-ry and went to the seben ereben and spent about eight dorrars. At filst I fert bad fol spending so much money, but when I rearized that I was spending dorrars instead ov dollars, I fert bettel. Today Toku and I wirr go to the parace.
see you ratel!
Have a Nice Fright
Monday. 5.25.09 11:07 am
Well, Japan is the most awesome place EVER. And I`ve only been here for 9 hours....
I think the best thing about it is that whenever you worry about a potential problem like getting lost or getting athlete`s foot or being late you have to start laughing knowing you would actually get rost or ‚‡‚…‚” afreet`s foot or you would be rate.
Saturday. 5.23.09 6:09 pm
List of Awesome Things Coming Up
Wednesday. 5.20.09 7:00 pm
1. Dinner with Thalweg's parents
2. Terminator: Salvation with Christian Bale tonight at 12:01 am
3. Work like hell all Thursday until Friday morning
4. Campus Dance!
5. Get together all remaining things for Japan
6. Go to Japan
7. JAPAN! See Toku! See Ol' Neckbeard! See jinyu!
8. KOREA! See Daniel!
9. Start on my new "life plan" designed by my friend who is a MS in "performance psychology".
10. Roadtrip to Colorado with Thalweg / cat wrangling
11. Teach middle-schoolers about the Martian weather
12. Trip to NASA to learn about the atmosphere
13. Trip to France?
14. Trip to Wyoming for Phil's wedding
15. Ranor comes to visit!
16. TRIP TO ANTARCTICA
17. TRAVEL AROUND NEW ZEALAND
AHHHH I'm so excited that my head is going to explode!!!
Tuesday. 5.19.09 3:43 pm
So many awesome things are happening at once I don't even have time to process all of them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday. 5.15.09 7:46 pm
We had a fancy dinner at the faculty club for the Mercury MESSENGER people, who were here for a team meeting. I gave a talk about volcanoes despite my bad cold which I was certain must be a strain of the swine flu.
I got to talking with Dr. Chapman, a senior researcher out at the Southwest Institute, and I learned that he's secretly a Trekkie and that it was secretly his birthday.
After dinner, Nikita Kruschev's son Sergei (who is a research fellow at Brown) gave a talk about the Soviet Union during the space age.
You see, after World War II, the Americans and the Soviets divided up all of the German rocket scientists and carted them off to their respective countries. At the time German rocketry far outpaced anything that the Allies had invented. These germans became major players in the development of US cruise and ballistic missile theory. The Germans in the Soviet Union were taken to a resort on a remote island in the middle of nowhere (better than prison!) and given the same task. However, the lead Soviet rocket scientist at the time resented the presence of the Germans. They would submit their reports directly to him. He would decide that their plans were "inferior" and put them in a file, only to steal ideas from them later. Soon enough Kruschev announced that the Soviets were turning out missiles "like sausages". Shortly after this, President Kennedy offered to start a joint space program between the Americans and the Soviets to go to the Moon. It was the early 60s. Kruschev declined, knowing that if they started working with the Americans on the space program, they would have to reveal that they only had three missiles, not the hundreds that they had insinuated that they had. Sergei hypothesized that this was one of the great mistakes made by his father.
In what is perhaps a great irony, the Soviet nuclear engineers gave the rocket scientists a minimum weight for the warheads to go on nuclear missiles that was many times what the American warheads weighed. The Soviet rocket engineers had to engineer a rocket that would carry this ridiculous weight, and to this day the Russians possess the strongest rockets. The US still purchases rockets from the Russians in order to send up their heaviest payloads.
After the dinner I downed my untouched glass of wine in one gulp and Zebo and the Welshman took me to the graduate center bar, where the Welshman made fun of me for talking to my "boyfriend" Dr. Chapman during the "entire dinner" while Zebo bought me a very tall Hefeweisen. The Hefeweisen and two Mike's Hard Lemonades later, the Welshman walked us home. We dropped off Zebo at her house and walked to my house, where I hugged him, walked away, came back, hugged him again, stifled my cough to save him from certain death by swine flu, exhorted him to get home safely, and then went inside and tried to figure out why the Germans were such excellent rocket engineers and how exactly it was that Madame Sobriety herself had become drunk on a Wednesday.
Imperial Storm Troopers
Thursday. 5.14.09 9:41 pm
In honor of watching "17 Again" with Zac Efron, I present a nostalgic high school memory:
It was the opening day for the new Star Wars Movie. You know, the one where Anakin Skywalker falls out of the window in Coruscant and a bunch of things totally in breach of physical laws ensue.
All my [nerd] friends [read: the boys from "Strategic Board Games Club"] were dressing up for the occasion. My boyfriend was Obi-Wan Kenobi on account of his most Obi-Wan like beard. I was way too cool for that kind of thing.
OR SO THEY THOUGHT.
My mom helped me get together some pieces for a costume, we even went to Michael's to get some bendable foam. She has always been good at things like that. My costume was amazing.
The next day, an Imperial Storm Trooper attended school in my place.
The day was filled with many small triumphs:
Guy: "Hey! HEY ! Storm Trooper! WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME?!?"
Guy's friend: "Don't you know? Storm Troopers don't talk, dick"
But none so sweet as when I encountered my boyfriend walking to class with his friend:
Boyfriend: "... who is this?"
Me, taking off my helmet in one sweeping motion: "... someone who loves you very much."
Boyfriend's Friend: "...THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED!"
Monday. 5.11.09 9:01 pm
Dearest Mama was reading to us this poem of Rudyard Kipling's this weekend, I thought I would put it here for all of you:
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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