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. 10.27.08 3:30 pm
As usual today was a toss up. Some of my bffs moved to Antarctica, my advisor wants me to do a lot of work, I forgot to eat breakfast, the entire building reeks of rotting fish, my landlord called me to say he was unexpectedly turning up to show the apartment, and I've spent the entire day doing the "easy" two problem fluid mechanics homework, even though I already spent all day yesterday doing it. On the other hand, I ate lunch with a remaining bff, my advisor actually likes the work I've been doing, the proposal I submitted for funding hasn't been funded, but it hasn't not been funded, so...
Ok, this day sucked. But I'm supposed to play soccer and have people over to carve pumpkins, so it may end up being a toss-up all things considered, or even a good day, since the good part of it will be weighted towards the back end.
Friday. 10.17.08 11:58 pm
I am going there. We are touring a Russian rocket factory.
I will return next Thursday.
Until then, do svidaniya [Anya your grace, FAREWELLLLLLL!]
Instruments I will Eventually Play
Tuesday. 10.14.08 10:23 pm
I think I should make a list of instruments I want to know how to play, and the order in which I desire to learn them, so that I can actually start learning to play them instead of just thinking about it:
This being the trouble... I already have a harmonica and a guitar, and there is a tin whistle in the family if I troubled to get it back... so that fact has to weigh in somehow. I have a bagpipe practice chanter but the actual bagpipes are at the moment prohibitively expensive. A cello is also large and expensive, but so beautiful, and not sooo expensive on e-bay. I'm imagining that an accordion is also expensive... but how awesome would it be to be able to play it from behind the hedge when your friends wish to stage a romantic dinner for themselves? Then there is the fact that I can play the tin whistle a little bit already, so the need for lessons or concentrated practice isn't quite as high there. Then I bet you could play the harmonica and guitar together, or maybe the harmonica and the accordion, or accordion/kazoo....? Harmonica and cello?
Looks like I have a lot of pondering to do...
My Ideal Man
Monday. 10.13.08 6:35 pm
I met my ideal man yesterday at the Renaissance Festival. His name was Jacques ze Whipper, and he was a performer. His show involved him running around with a huge french moustache drawn on his face, speaking in an outRAGeous french accENT, and doing totally sweet tricks with a bullwhip, like whipping a little match-thing in half as it was clutched by his volunteer's shaking hands. If only KEVIN hadn't ripped my bullwhip in half, maybe today I would be as good.
Just when I thought he couldn't get any more awesome, he said in his outrageous french accent, "There is only one thing more terrifying than a man with a whip... do you want to know what it is?"
We did, and we counted to "trois" and he disappeared into the little house behind the stage. He emerged wearing... A VELOCIRAPTOR costume! He had the velociraptor mask and velociraptor claws and everything and he attacked his volunteer! How could I help myself? I was head over heels in love.
A while later I saw him walking around and I told him that I liked his show. "Merci!" he said, doffing his cap.
Why this penchant for men who like acting like velociraptors? Is it a subconscious proxy for some evolutionary advantage?
Perhaps we will never know.
Saturday. 10.11.08 11:29 am
I've decided on a secret plan.
It involves taking these classes:
Design of Engines and Turbines
Renewable Energy Technologies
Mathematical Methods in Engineering and Physics I
Mathematical Methods in Engineering and Physics II
Unfortunately, in order to be able to convince my advisor that this is a good plan, I must finish writing this endless paper about Mercury. Today.
drama drama drama and how I am never involved or aware of it
Saturday. 10.11.08 8:02 am
Apparently the drama level in my workplace is a bit higher than I had realized. Seems like I periodically have this realization, continuing most of the time "outside of the loop" and then being caught up all at once by someone who is more "in the loop". This is in stark contrast to college and high school, when I always knew everything about everyone. Maybe it's because I don't use AIM anymore and I eschew gchat.
In some ways I find the distance liberating, as I get to pretend that all my friends are happy and their relationships are sturdy and satisfying, and I get to spend more of my time thinking about the purpose of government, the evolutionary destiny of mankind, and the metaphysical location of God in the Universe. Not to mention sand dunes on Mars... I love thinking about sand dunes on Mars.
But it is troubling to think that my friends are troubled. Especially when spending less time with them might help them out more than spending more.
The Third Unseen Hemisphere of Mercury
Wednesday. 10.8.08 7:26 am
You didn't know that Mercury could have three hemispheres, did you?
Well the second flyby of the planet Mercury in the course of the MESSENGER mission has been successful- some people stayed up til all hours of the night to be the first to see this awesome image, never before seen except in crappy radar:
I wasn't one of those people, but my advanced age has given me patience.
Remember the Alamo
Saturday. 10.4.08 10:17 pm
Today I predicted that I would pull my muscle during the soccer game, and indeed within the first few minutes of the game's start my prediction came true. I even predicted the right muscle, the moyen adducteur, though I did not know its true name at the time.
Naturally I played the rest of the half, but my inconquerable competitive nature caused me to greatly worsen it by continuing to hobble after breakaways, kick balls in the opposite direction that the opposition was kicking it only at the same time, and clear out dangerous balls with a booming kick that requires great effort of the muscle I had injured.
Finally at the half I had to sit down, much to my dismay, since our team had no substitutes. It was 2-1 at the half, (them), and we soon scored a short-handed goal to tie it up. Another goal was scored by them... but it remained close...
until the last ~7 minutes of the game when the whole team fell apart and they got a couple completely fresh, excellent players who had been late. Then we lost something like 9-2. Ouch. In our defense, they had a whole bunch of substitutes, we were down a man (me) and we are about 90% out of shape.
There's nothing worse than sitting injured on the sideline watching your team play, no matter how they're doing. Plus my team doesn't know me very well, so it is impossible for them to judge how serious I felt my injury had to be before I wouldn't play. People who know me would know that it would have to be pretty serious.
So after a particularly slow and painful walk home, I spent the evening icing my injury with rotating packs of frozen peas and watching John Wayne's "The Alamo" on PBS with Mangalon. Admittedly, Mangalon was in it mostly for the snuggling, falling fast asleep more than once on my tingling arm.
Remember the Alamo, everyone. Especially you Texas people. Before this movie I had no idea who Houston and Austin were... I guess I never really thought that the cities might be named after people. You learn something new every day.
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