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 ï¿½ 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
A Gentleman in Russia
The Fatal Conceit: The Errors of Socialism
Seneca: Letters from a Stoic
Don't Leave Me, Thalweg
Thursday. 3.5.09 9:55 pm
I was trying to remember how clean I was, so I could put it into words for my prospective roommate. I tend to live a chameleon existence, only just slightly neater or messier than whomever I live with. My cleanliness is a function directly proportional to the cleanliness of my roommate. I thought back to senior year in college, when there was constantly a layer of clothes and magazines and balloons and papers on our floor at least a foot thick. Small lilly-pads of carpet allowed us to hop from place to place.
Rhodes is not concerned with clutter, she tells me. It is the kitchen and the bathroom that she cares about. She detests grime. I think back to the bathrooms of my past. Senior year there was a shower. I must have spent at least 15 minutes every day for a year inside that shower, but I could barely remember what it was like. Was it clean? Someone else cleaned it. I couldn't put together a single cogent memory about a specific instance in that shower. As I thought back, I couldn't remember any specific moment from any of the bathrooms I had used senior, junior, or sophomore year. It made me sad to imagine all of that time just disappearing into nothingness, all of those living minutes during which I did mundane things when my mind was somewhere else, forgotten completely.
There was one time, junior year, when ranor and I pretended that gravity had changed direction by 90 degrees and suddenly we had to grasp at the fixtures in the bathroom to stop ourselves from hurtling against the walls.
One time there was a cricket in the radiator, and it would chirp loudly every time we switched out the light.
Senior year there was a dead spider that no one ever cleaned up that hung suspended between the back of the toilet and the sink. I used to stare at it without focusing, stare right through it, every time I went into the bathroom. I used to think about mortality, and the way that the spider's legs would feel, breaking like straw, if I ever decided to sweep it away.
I do not relate this story to Rhodes. I do not think it reflects well on my propensity for tidiness.
Sunday. 3.1.09 12:32 pm
For Lent I decided to give up two things: checking Facebook at work and working on Saturdays. I think these two should dove-tail very nicely because hopefully I will be more productive during the 6 days I do work.
So I resolved to take a "Sabbath". The only rules of my Sabbath (suggested by the people at the retreat I went to) is that I can't do school work of any kind or show up in the lab, and that whatever I do has to be something restorative and renewing. This would rule out what I usually do on weekends when I'm not working, which is feeling guilty for not working while I lie around my apartment surfing the web.
I mean, the Pharisees would say that my Sabbath should be just for going to church, and that in addition to not doing school work I shouldn't be allowed to do laundry, clean the floor, rescue people's oxen from canals, or use a power drill. But according to Mark Jesus says, "The Sabbath was made for Man and not Man for the Sabbath", so we know that you are allowed to amble through fields of grain and idly munch on seeds and collect a lost sheep if that's what makes you feel renewed for the coming week. You can imagine that as part of resting on the 7th Day, God probably baked a pie and went for a walk and built a sweet fort out of clouds with some of the Archangels. It just all fit under the category of rest because he didn't have to do any of it.
So I shall record here to what use I put my Sabbath days, and hopefully the Sabbath can become a permanent habit.
Well, it was Nepal's birthday, so we decided to drive all the way across the entire state of Rhode Island from top to bottom (<45 min). We ate delicious New England Clam Chowder and fried sea scallops at a restaurant in Newport. We went on a seal-watching tour in Narangassett Bay and witnessed a seal vs. seal slapping fight. Later we went to Chili's. Still later we went to my house where I had a party for Nepal, complete with a make-your-own cupcake bar, Indian poker, Spoons, Spazz-Uno, domino rallies, singing, flamenco clapping, spoon-castanets, folk-dancing, "They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard", watching youtube, more singing, and some domino dream-house building.
After everyone had left we ended the night with Thalweg composing a sea-shanty about our cat while I danced a jig and accompanied her on the harmonica.
Friday. 2.27.09 6:27 pm
So I just applied to lead a group of high school students on an expedition to study glaciers in Iceland for two weeks this summer with National Geographic. Freakin' sweet.
I don't know if I'll get it, but I guess I'll find out soon enough. The requirements were:
1) Recent college graduate/graduate student
2) Experience traveling in Iceland
3) Knowledge of geology/climate change/glaciers
In addition to geology, they bring along experts in photography and filmography, so the kiddos can get the full National Geographic experience. Naturally it costs an arm and a leg for them, but not for ME! Bwahaha! I love geology!
Thursday. 2.26.09 5:20 am
VOTE IN THE FAVICONTEST OR ELSE!!!
Thursday. 2.26.09 1:47 am
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 ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
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