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
Tuesday. 1.13.09 8:20 pm
Despite Europe's many charms, It will always stand out in my mind as a place of thirst. Thirst, thirst, constant, parching thirst.
A desperate mental measuring of the tiny, expensive bottle placed before me to be partitioned among my companions. The wave of horror when realizing that a bottle is heavily carbonated and no more able to quench my thirst than ever-present alcohol.
Water, water, there will never be enough water here.
I will always go thirsty.
Monday. 1.12.09 5:18 pm
We strolled past the Louvre and through the Tuilleries gardens. The snow was packed down so well by the thousands of passing feet that it looked like the marble statues were ice skating. Everything was blindingly white. We finally ended up at the large ferris wheel they have constructed at the edge of La Place de la Concorde, where we pooled our change and shared une gaufre avec chocolat (a chocolate-covered waffle). We were torn between the ferris wheel and les bateaux mouches, but we finally rushed down to the Seine to buy tickets for the river boat.
I had la soupe du jour and a baguette and he had a pain au chocolat, and we drifted down the Seine beneath the many-storied bridges as the sun slowly set behind the Eiffel Tower.
He tasted my soup and munched on his pain au chocolat.
"You know that country song?" he said, "About Paris and Rome?"
"You mean, and I want to go home... ?
"Is that how you feel now?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Naw, now I'm having fun.
I might feel that way tomorrow."
He looked at me with a peculiar expression. I knew if I were Katie and not me then this moment would be perfect for him.
"I miss you, you know..."
We scurried off the boat and strolled down the avenue towards les Champs Elysees. Most of the restaurants were closed since it was late on Sunday, but you could still see the restaurant owners inside enjoying a meal with their friends.
We found a small place, beautifully decorated with dark wood and red furnishings. I requested a corner and we sat on a red velvet couch around a small square table. I ordered frogs' legs for myself and roast duck for him and we split them. The frogs' legs tasted like almost pure fat, and it was strange to tear their little perfectly-formed calves and thighs off of their fragile little bones and pop them into your mouth. The duck was dark and oily and delicious. I ordered us a grande bouteille d'eau, which little did we know would only be about a liter and cost nearly $10. Other than two older men having an animated conversation and several bottles of wine and the restaurant owners, we were the only people in the place.
We meandered down to les Champs-Elysées, where the avenue was still lit up brilliantly for Christmas, with the shining ferris wheel at one end and L'Arc de Triomphe in la Place de l'Étoile at the other. I had to resist the urge to burst into song:
Je m'baladais sur l'avenue le cœur ouvert à l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire bonjour à n'importe qui
N'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser
Aux Champs-Elysées, aux Champs-Elysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysées
In this case the rain was just holding off and it was closer to midnight than noon. We bought some fruit and cheese for breakfast and chocolate bars and petites bouteilles du vins for when we got back. We waited for a bit while the manager had to pry open the cash register drawer with a pair of scissors. I managed to buy us each a week-long metro pass so we could feel free to flit about the city during the rest of our week.
He offered me one of the little plastic glasses he had in his bathroom. I declined and he smirked. "My grandma don't need glasses," he recited, "she still drinks from the bottle!"
Needless to say, we were drinking, and one thing led to another, and the next thing I knew I was back in my room reading "Breaking Dawn" until I passed out at 9 pm.
I love Paris in the middle of winter
Friday. 1.9.09 3:55 pm
I am going to Paris.
I will return in ~9 days.
listening to: Enrique Iglesias
watching: Martian volcanoes erupting
Back of the Envelope
Wednesday. 1.7.09 7:04 pm
Well today's the day before Abstract Day, one of our biggest days of the year. My adviser wanted me to do some calculations, so I took the opportunity to use the back of a nearby envelope for some literally "back-of-the-envelope" calculations.
In other news, Independence Day is a freaking awesome movie.
Sunday. 1.4.09 1:29 am
"If you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."
---The Little Prince
Boa Constrictors from the Outside
Saturday. 1.3.09 6:27 pm
In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't improved my opinion of them.
Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:
"That is a hat."
Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.
---The Little Prince
Friday. 1.2.09 1:20 am
Everything Was Great In 2008
Thursday. 1.1.09 3:46 am
2008 was very good to me. I learned some things, met some people, and traveled around the world with my friends.
Here's to you, 2008.
As for 2009, I like you already.
ps-- I can't shout. The shoutbox is not working for me. I can't let it all out. The SB is not one of the things we can do without.
Come on. I'm talking to you. Come on.
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