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 Ă 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
The Lateness of the Hour
Thursday. 2.26.09 1:40 am
Oh, it's 1:40am already. How time flies. I haven't even finished the second problem of the four I'm supposed to do. I already drank my black-cherry soda, ate most of my grapes, and demolished my Doritos.
It wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't already stayed up til 4 last night.
I can sleep on Friday.
Soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer
Monday. 2.23.09 11:43 pm
With the water polo team
A little track and field
On the football green
So now the order of the day is indoor soccer. Our team was destroyed as usual, but the other team was so good it was beautiful. There were two ACL injuries, so that sucks, but the second was Shannon, who was making fun of the girl who got the first because they carried her away in a stretcher. Even Shannon said that it was probably just karma.
I had my first day as a masseuse for the University Relaxation Project. We're just student volunteers who are trained by a professional massage therapist, then we give relaxation shoulder rubs to whoever comes by. This time it was a special event for the Women in Science and Engineering. I spent some time giving massages, and the rest of the time talking about geology and eating oreos. What better way to spend an hour?
Back to real life. (Real life = Fluid Mechanics)
Sunday. 2.22.09 1:04 pm
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculousâ€”
Almost, at times, the Fool.
Sunday. 2.22.09 12:54 am
I miss my college friends. I know you can't bring them back together for me, or take me back in time, but sometimes wish that you could. I wish someone would get married so we could all have a big happy wedding reunion.
I was charging my camera to start my newest music video and I started watching the tapes of the interviews I did senior year for the updated Sidehall Video. (I interviewed everyone freshman year and then again at the end of senior year.) I hadn't actually watched any of them since I taped them. I eventually stopped because I think it would be more fun for me to experience them as everyone else will-- in about seven years' time. I want to film an update at five years as well to include that in the film.
While I was watching the video and later when I went downtown with my graduate school friends, I was struck by just how much physically closer we all were. I really like putting my arm around people when they stand next to me, and hugging them when we meet (and not some lame "girl hug" either where you barely touch each other). I feel disconnected here. It was the same with my high school friends, of course, but back then I didn't know things could be different. I realized how much I miss Rory, how much I wished I was closer to Linh. I miss waking up on weekend mornings and joining my three other suitemates in Joanna's bed, where we'd lie in a pile until brunch was almost over.
One day my first year in grad school, Dan called me unexpectedly on the phone and asked me where I was. When I answered that I was in my apartment, he told me that he was on my front porch and could I let him in. He had been down in Rhode Island for a tournament but he'd recently had dental surgery and he had gotten suddenly extremely tired. He was wondering if it would be ok if he took a nap in my bed. He slept for four hours while I got groceries and made us something to eat.
Why can't things like that happen more often? Why do we have to be spread across the country? Why do I never see Xsti even though she only lives an hour away?
When Xsti came to check out Boston a year ago she stayed with Joanna and Thalweg came up with me to meet them and hang out in Boston. In the morning Thalweg found all three of us lying in Joanna's bed and they invited her to lie around with us. I think she enjoyed the closeness. Who wouldn't? It's just that everyone is too reserved to break the boundaries.
I wish my whole life could be like senior week, when Xtina and I would go surfing all day and riding on the roller coaster and in the evenings we'd barbeque and play DDR.
But all good things must come to an end, including college, one of the best times of my life.
Here's to you, Pomona College, and the past.
Here's to you, Void, and the future.
Saturday. 2.21.09 11:10 am
Tuesday. 2.17.09 11:09 pm
Today Zebo and I were at the brink of chaos. No matter if your system is a pendulum or a planet or a diode, the transition to chaos takes place when the period-doubling parameter of an oscillating function settles out to about 4.669. That's right, that's almost 4.7 [chirp].
In nature there is nothing melancholy.
But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced
With the remembrance of a grievous wrong,
Or slow distemper, or neglected love,
(And so, poor wretch! filled all things with himself,
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he,
First named these notes a melancholy strain.
Thursday. 2.12.09 4:48 pm
From: "Students for Choice"
To: All Students
Subject: Send someone a Valentine's Day condomgram!
Come by the Post Office on Thursday from 10-3 to send your partner, your friend or your crush a condomgram for Valentine's Day! Condomgrams come complete with a Valentine's Day card, a condom and a Hershey's Kiss. They can be sent anonymously if you like and only cost $1 each. Promote safe sex and have a happy, safe holiday!
That's so nasty I don't even want to talk about it. I wouldn't even be able to eat the Kiss, I'd have to throw it away. ech...ylech... I think I just threw up a little inside my mouth.
Back in my day, people sent their secret crushes a flower or a song.
Are these people the future leaders of America?
Sunday. 2.8.09 11:16 pm
Well I tried out for and didn't make the belly-dancing team. Probably a good thing... I don't really know what came over me when I tried out because there is no way I would belly-dance in front of an audience of more than my mirror.
I was the oldest person there, which made me feel... old.
I think grad school is kind of like being President. After 8 years, those guys look like they've aged 20 years. I've probably aged 20 years myself after only 2.5 years of grad school. I think I aged a year in the last two weeks.
But I DID make the "massage team", as in, it's a club where you get trained by a masseuse and then you show up and give random people massages around campus for free at random events. It means I'm going to have to miss our first indoor soccer game tomorrow, but hopefully after I give them all massages they'll forgive me.
In other news, I erased half my research.
The next day I magically recovered it.
Today my Martian volcano exploded for an entire year without incident.
By "without incident" I mean that 1E9 * 3600 * 24 * 669 kg of volcanic ash was spewed onto the surface, but in a way that makes sense.
In other other news, Fluid Mechanics II is killing me. This whole semester is killing me. This is shaping up to be the worst semester in the history of mankind.
Zebo was here but she seemed to be getting some kind of allergy to being at work on a weekend, so she went home. She was telling me all of her symptoms, and I was unsympathetic, because that's how I was raised, but now I'm starting to feel the same way. I have a suspicion that is was caused by being in this closed room without the air on. Zebo may have been the delicate canary in the coal mine, and I ignored her. Here's to hoping we don't all die,
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