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
Wednesday. 5.14.08 8:28 pm
Everything is due tomorrow. It is the end of all things. All I have left is a Geophysics project. How can I describe this Geophysics project?
If J=(loss of complexity/time), both J and dJ/dt are positive.
On another note, this summer is quite the summer for traveling. They've just announced an all-expenses paid field camp in Hawaii for graduate students who are studying volcanism, focus on Mars, look at a lot of orbital images, and haven't had much field experience. So... pretty much, a field camp for exactly me. I'm totally going to apply. "Lots of hiking... we're looking for people who won't complain." Hahaha.
With France, Washington DC, Hawaii, Colorado, Iceland and Germany on the horizon, I'd say this summer is going to turn out to be pretty sweet. Plus I just filled out the paperwork to get my juicy advance on my Iceland expenses.
Next: Moscow? Antarctica? Stay tuned. Apart from all the work I have to do, I have a pretty sweet job.
Precession and Nutation
Tuesday. 5.13.08 11:40 pm
Are forms of Earth's oscillation
But I'll postpone this recitation
Of this orbital excitation
Until I receive some resuscitation
Because I'm falling asleep.
Thursday. 5.8.08 5:26 pm
I made this mosaic for the Mercury people:
For more information, go here.
Lot of stuff to do
Wednesday. 5.7.08 7:12 pm
So I have a fluid mechanics final tomorrow from 9-12. From 12-1, I present all the research I've done so far at grad school to my entire building. In the afternoon, I must complete my entire volcanology semester project, since it's due on Friday. [Ascent and eruption of explosive magma on the surface of Mercury, what is the likely eruption velocity and what is the maximum expected range of pyroclasts? Compare to volcano recently discovered there.] On Friday I have class and meetings all day, then I have to study for my Geophysics final, which is take-home but with a 1.5 hour time limit.
I intend to take it on Saturday night.
Sunday I go to a gorgeous island off the southern coast and live like it's going out of style.
Next week I have to revise my master's thesis (due to the powers that be on the 15th, to my advisor earlier than that), Geophysics exam due on the 15th, Geophysics project due on the 15th, which I haven't even started... 5-10 pages, independent calculations on the precession of the planet Mars and how it may have changed through time.
And then I'm going SHOPPING!.
Plus Thalweg and I have to decide where to plant our vegetables, and the only way we can know which places get enough sun to plant each type is to sit out in our backyard for an entire day in lawn chairs and mark hourly where the shadow of our house is.
I Sold Out
Tuesday. 5.6.08 12:13 am
So I sold out to gmail and their evil email-reading robots. gmail me, omgz!
I should have heeded the warning:
The 2015 one is more relevant/current, but I like the way this one ends better.
Now I'll really have to start partitioning my life and activities, so I'll be ready when the revolution comes.
Thoughts upon my 8th Hour in the Computer Lab
Sunday. 5.4.08 7:59 pm
Sunday. 5.4.08 10:40 am
We went to Crater Boy's jazz band concert last night. It was pretty awesome. We intended to go to the grad/med formal immediately afterward, so we just wore our extremely formal attire to the jazz band concert.
They had a guest vocalist, a student, who was supposed to sing some three songs with them. When they called him up on stage, it became clear very quickly that he was completely drunk. He was singing, "I get a kick out of you", and he kept forgetting all the words and his voice was cracking. He eventually only joined in where he thought there was a chorus, saying over and over again, "I... get a kick... out of you..."
I am a generally non-violent person, but if I had been that director, I would have come very close to physically striking this student, or perhaps grabbing him by the collar and throwing him from the stage. Instead, the director said, "I'm sorry, he hasn't been feeling well today, he didn't quite make it through that... I'm sorry about that... yes, that's quite upsetting actually, I'm sorry." Ok, so that's probably more like what I would have done as well, but what a strongly worded phone call he would get later!!
The drunk stayed in the audience for a couple more songs and then stumbled wildly up the aisle and out of the room. And I really like that song, too. :[
You know how they sometimes have those weird scenes in movies where a bunch of horns are playing and the main character seems to be lost in the horn music and the camera starts giving these major close-ups on the mouths of the horns? Well during the jazz concert I began to think about how the trumpet soloist (a visiting professional) sounded a lot like the vocalist for the song. She was taking the place of the vocalist in the music. Then I started wondering what the trumpet was singing about. Waw-waw-waw... what if suddenly you were sitting there and then you could understand what the trumpet was singing about? Then all the sudden you'd realize that the trombones were actually back-up singers.... I think this sort of event would require a lot of uncomfortably close shots of the mouths of the horns blaring with increasing speed and intensity so that you'd have an idea that the main character was definitely losing it.
The formal started out totally empty, and they had a very dark room with flashing lights and hip-hop music. You know, the kind where every song is about the club, and then about the shorties, and then about her movin' it really good, and then about how she should get with me, and then they name some progressively later hour in the morning that the party allegedly ended.
It always seems like a shame that they get all these kids dressed up in beautiful attire, feeling like adults, only to make it so dark you can't see what people are wearing, so loud that they can't talk to each other, and play music where the only real way to dance to it is to do the bump and grind. It diminishes the occasion, I think. That's why the only fun parts of the prom were the before-prom and the after-prom. At least they had an excellent assortment of cheeses. But due to my crazy compadres and singing about boots with the fur, streetlights, and people, I ended up having a lot fun and Crater Boy taught me how to salsa to the occasional regaton.
The Rumba of Life
Saturday. 5.3.08 12:17 pm
So I went to the Daffodil Ball last night, which was the big spring ballroom dance extravaganza. As usual, I went by myself, though surprisingly my friend Crater Girl ballroom dances and had she not had a commitment and had it not cost $5, she may have accompanied me.
After looking over the dance card, I decided that the only dances I was comfortable doing were the east coast swing, the waltz, and the cha-cha, since those were the only ones I could remember from when I last danced them, some two years ago. They were few and far between. But by the end of the night, I was doing the international waltz, the international cha-cha, the foxtrot, the quickstep, the hustle, the tango, and my favorite- the samba. The tall elderly asian guy with whom I was doing the samba had apparently learned the same routine that we had done in gold latin dance (samba walk!). I enjoyed them all, but always find the international waltz to be a little invasive of my personal space... if I wanted a man's thigh that far into my crotch, I would do the horizontal polka. (Just kidding!)
Thank goodness the puritanical Americans invented the American waltz, which is by contrast quite civilized. I think the waltz is the epitome of true love. That kind of romantic, sweet, tender kind of love like you hope to have on your 50th wedding anniversary. You know, all you really need is a gigantic ballroom with huge windows and a balcony on one side and stars and cherubs painted on the ceiling and a floor that looks kind of like a compass and a big yellow dress with matching gloves and a big, handsome beast to dance with and life would be perfect.
The rumba, on the other hand, captures the way that love often is, especially in its first, volatile stages where neither of you is willing to lay down your hand. There was a terrific rumba showcase to that song, "Too late to Apologize". I know ranor loves that song. ;) The dance was SO GOOD.
I met a fellow whose job it is to collect seashells and make them into jewelry with his family. I guess they sell these pieces to wholesalers or occasionally at craft fairs. They collect shells from all over the East Coast. I also later learned that he has a website about aliens and a plan to shuttle people back and forth through space by using some kind of magnetic elevator. You tend to get into these sorts of conversations when you reveal that your job is to study Mars.
In the end, I made a lot of new friends and they convinced me to join the ballroom club. Apparently they're having lessons and practice over the summer, when I actually have time to participate. Their coach is a tall, bald British guy who looks more like a drill sergeant than a ballroom coach. But actually, most ballroom coaches are more like drill sergeants than anything, I've come to realize.
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