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The Profile

Age. 33
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.
A New Zanzibarian Country Song
Tuesday. 11.11.08 9:20 pm
I wrote another country song, it's played with some boogie-woogie honky-tonk piano, and it goes a little something like this:

The man appeared to be lost, strangers here usually are
He was dressed in fancy clothes, he'd clearly traveled far
He wasn't goin' nowhere now, there was something wrong with his car
He was trying to call his city friends, but he could only get one bar...

I said, "Well....

Chorus We've only got one bar (piano) we're a one-bar town
And that's the best you'll get for many miles around
We'd like to help you, sir, but don't you know where you are?
You're in our town now, an' we only got one bar.

He said "I don't know cars so well, but something just isn't right"
He said, "It's getting pretty dark, I'll have to wait til morning light.
I can see you have a honky-tonk, but I'm just not that type,
Do you know of another place, where I could get a drink tonight?

I said, "Well....

Chorus We've only got one bar piano we're a one-bar town
And that's the best you'll get for many miles around
We'd like to help you, sir, but don't you know where you are?
You're in our town now, an' we only got one bar.

short chorus, with harmony

We only got one bar, but that don't mean we don't phone
We only got one bar, but it means nobody's got to be alone
Don't you worry, friend, I'll tell you what we'll do...
Come down to the honky-tonk, and I'll sing a couple bars....

...just for you...

everyone joins chorus and fade

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My Editors
Monday. 11.10.08 8:54 pm
My helpful editors:

In the caption to Figure 3 I caught an instance of "different ... than". No! The usages of the comparatives (in both British and American English) are "greater than", "lesser than", "similar to" and "different from". Both "different than" (now common in the USA) and "different to" (now common in the UK) are simply WRONG.

In the third paragraph of Section 2 (and elsewhere), there are places where I have changed "compared to" to "compared with"; one thing can be compared to another if they are found to be similar, but you find out if they are similar or not by comparing one thing with another.

Compound adjectives require hyphens, independent clauses are separated by commas, the word "data" is a plural form, and quotation marks go outside of punctuation on this side of the Atlantic. We do not capitalize basin when referring to a geographic feature. Please look over the attachment carefully.

(though the last one wasn't directed at me)

An author must have a tough skin.

Just the fact that I have people that I can call "my editors" is a huge step towards publication!

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Angry Rant
Saturday. 11.8.08 2:11 pm
Someone ripped out our garden yesterday... yes, they just ripped up all of the tomato plants, took out all of the bricks that made the wall around the garden, and then filled the garden full of dirt, leaves and rocks.

The tomato plants were still covered in tomatoes, though it is unlikely that they would have ripened because we had a mild frost a little while ago. Some of them were still ready to take off the vine, though. We also had two little raspberry bushes, more like sprigs, which only bear fruit in their second or third year. Luckily these weren't pulled out, they were just completely crushed and smothered by leaves and rocks. I cleared the rocks and leaves away so that they could see the sunlight. I might just dig them up and bring them inside.

I also noticed that there were a bunch of tiki torches in our garbage. Worried for my tiki torches, I went in the unused front door to check on them. They were there, but my gorgeous wooden table and chairs were gone. I went to the Johnson and Wales students' apartment on the second floor and asked them if they knew where my table was. Yes, they did, they had taken it. They were sorry, they had taken it one night and they had meant to put it back but they figured we probably only used it in the summer anyway...

I got the table back and angrily set it up in our apartment. It was dirty and scuffed. They were clearly making pancakes and bacon, which permeated my whole apartment, but now their friends have come over and they're smoking weed. AGAIN. There's nothing worse than having the smell of pancakes and bacon overcome by the scent of that hideous life-wasting drug. All they've done since they moved in was to smoke cigarettes and weed, have huge parties with tons of sketchy people, and play loud music.
Now I realize why my landlord hates renting to Johnson and Wales students and why he let the second floor sit empty for the entire summer in the hopes that he could find somebody else, anybody else to rent the apartment.

The Johnson and Wales students didn't destroy the garden, though, meaning that it must have been the guy who "keeps up the lawn". Which he doesn't, really, because it looks like shit.

/angry rant

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Cupcakes and Rambo
Friday. 11.7.08 9:28 pm
Well, a couple of my girlfriends and I got together and made cupcakes and watched RAMBO: First Blood.

I was a little worried about what they would think, because Rambo: First Blood is hardly the kind of movie you gather a bunch of friends around to watch on a Friday night. They liked it, though, and they said that it wasn't at all what they had expected.

I think most people who have a predefined notion of what Rambo is all about would find it to be not at all what they expected.

We promised Zebo that next time we'd watch Anne of Avonlea. We'll have to make something fitting for that occasion like hunks of flame-broiled meat.

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All about the he said, she said.
Monday. 11.3.08 10:26 pm
My friend says that most of her confidantes tend to be male, because she relates to them better. She says that I'm an exception because I'm not as catty as others. Nor do I gossip or talk behind people's backs.

I told her that it was because I AM SECRETLY A MAN!!!!!!!

jk lolololicopter. But seriously people, girls aren't that bad. A lot people need to stop talking about each other behind each other's backs. The only time I see girls being catty is when they think that some other girl is after their man, and the level of their ire depends on the girl and the audaciousness of the transgressor. For my part, if a girl was after my hypothetical man, I would naturally tell her to step off. Actually I wouldn't even have to, because my man wouldn't take none of that. But since such girls and such men remain hypothetical, I will say that I have made a special effort to stay out of the web of gossip and negativity tornadoes that inevitably invade every workplace.

It has meant that I often have no idea what is going on...

...but it's worth it in the end. I keep track of people's lives insofar that I know when their birthday is so I can bake them a cake. This brings me less drama and more of what is really important in life: cake.

Part of the problem is my perennial sobriety, one could say. Things about which one usually gossips tend to happen long after the drunk people have bored me all the way home. Plus sobriety is a remarkable way to steer clear of accidental romantic entanglements. Romantic entanglements in the workplace are a definite no-no. As the Welshman always says, "Don't shit on your doorstep."
Incidentally said about the above friend.

Wise words, Welshman. Wise words.

Still, we all know that I am still just trying to procrastinate on my Mercury paper.

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It drags on forever...
Sunday. 11.2.08 11:10 pm
Well, I fell asleep across two office chairs for a while... I'd better go home now or I might not make it. The last thing I want is to wake up here tomorrow morning. Been there, done that. Same Mercury paper, actually, a mere four months ago when I thought I was finished with it forever.

Writing this paper is like... falling off a house... onto a bicycle... with no seat. Repeatedly.

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Mercury is not dull
Saturday. 11.1.08 10:40 pm
But writing this paper about Mercury is like pulling teeth.

Actually worse, because I'd kind of like some of my teeth to be pulled at the moment.

Writing this paper is like stabbing myself repeatedly in the eyeball.

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Thursday. 10.30.08 3:35 pm
Yesterday my beloved Caleb had a terrible allergic reaction and collapsed in the seafloor lab. He was unconscious and then in and out of consciousness and his face was totally blanched. They had to call 911 and take him away by stretcher and ambulance to the emergency room. The EMTs could barely find his pulse and his blood pressure was extremely low. I missed everything because I was in Phase Equilibria across the street at the time.

He ended up being totally fine; he stayed in the ER for a couple of hours for monitoring and then came back to work and worked the rest of the day (even though his wife came to drive him home). They still don't know what it is that he was allergic to, but it seems to be something in or around our building.

I have to say it really freaked me out because I don't often think about how fond of Caleb I am. I have a great warmth in my heart for Caleb, I like him and respect him and I have a huge crush on his intellect. I want to be him when I grow up. If for some reason Caleb didn't get to grow up first, I have no idea what I would do with myself. When I see him, I just want to talk about Mars, or economics, or the theory of multiverses (even though he refuses to discuss it). Or hug him. Or both.

I made sure to hug him when he returned, for good measure.

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