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The Profile

Age. 37
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 � 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
A Gentleman in Russia
The Fatal Conceit: The Errors of Socialism
Seneca: Letters from a Stoic
The Juanes Module

Juanes just needed his own mod. Who can disagree.
Going to St. Louis?
Friday. 1.27.06 9:25 am

The description of their program is so hard-assed, I didn't know if I'd get in, but I'm in! I'm in! I'm in! And Brown "really wants to set up a time to talk to me about my interests in detail!"
And I'm probably going to get in to Notre Dame!

Bob kept saying I was qualified, but I didn't really believe him. Now Seth and I are rockin' it three ways from Tuesday.


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This semester is roxor
Thursday. 1.19.06 1:13 am
Ok, so far this semester is great. I've spent it eating healthfully, working out, playing video games, watching movies, and going to a minimal amount of class, which is just fabulous.

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It all began innocently enough on a Tuesday...
Tuesday. 1.17.06 2:43 pm
Today was the first day of school. It was great, I had petrology and petrology lab. I went to track and caught up with all my old track buddies. Oh, man, I love track. It makes me eat healthy, too. This semester is going to be so much better than last semester, fer serious. Last night we watched a movie that took place in one of our dorms here on campus. It was called "Real Genius" and it had Val Kilmer in it. I've heard he's an ass, but I think he's a good actor. He had some great lines in this movie. We watched Top Gun before that and it was really funny because my whole life I've thought of the Iceman as this huge asshole, but when I just watched it again, I realized that he's not really an asshole at all, it's Maverick that's the asshole, the Iceman is just a team player who is looking out for the rest of the men. A leader, really. Like when he says that he's sorry about Goose. Nice guy, team player. Though not letting Maverick have the shot and trying to get it for himself that one time was lame. (and probably killed Goose by putting Maverick in the jetwash). But AnnnnYWay, today I learned how to make a thin section in petrology lab, and that was awesome. Now I'm trained on the grinders and if I want I can sneak down there and make some nice granite bookends. hahaHAa.

Now I want to play video games because there is no way in hell I'll ever have time to do it again for the rest of the semester!

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The Story
Thursday. 1.12.06 1:06 pm
Once upon a time there was a girl who mysteriously went missing. The only thing that was left of her were two blue sandals that she had left on the beach. Unfortunately, that one clue that she existed is now also missing, as her sandals were shortly stolen by an invisible man with very long legs who is so light, he can practically float on water. The man apparently put on the sandals, walked out over the corals towards Africa, and was never seen again.

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Thursday. 1.12.06 12:57 pm
Last night I had a dream. It was weird. But it made it seem like the night lasted forever, so while Erin and Prof Wirth are exhausted from staying in lab til 10:45 last night, I feel rather chipper and well-rested. That is, despite being up since effectively 5 in the morning (due to the time change) and having been traveling about for about 10 hours. I had to take a plane from Denver to Phoenix to Seattle to Pullman, what a circuitous route!
Today we're supposed to bore holes in zircons with the laser for like 10 hours, but we got here before nine and its past 11 and the laser still doesn't work. I feel like I should go and help or something, but I would definitely just be in the way. I feel like a slacker. Maybe I should finish my app for the University of New Mexico. It would be cool to go there, I like Albuquerque. Here is my new favorite quote. It applies so well to everything I've ever done in science:

"Theory is when you know everything, but nothing works. Practice is when everything works, but no one knows why. In this room theory and practice come together... Nothing works and no one knows why."
--Peter Haderslev, Denmark


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Tuesday. 1.10.06 2:58 pm

Praia Do Forte

Oh no, my sandals are floating away!

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Minnesotan Memories
Saturday. 1.7.06 10:47 pm
Does your vacuum cleaner maintain constant suction?


Today my dad and I took my sister up to Wyoming for the start of the new semester. That sister of mine, what a sister she is. My dad fell when he was trying to carry in her 20 gallon aquarium, which is ironic because the only caveat he put on letting her get it was that he would never, ever have to help her move it. By a miracle and my dad's artistic falling techniques, it didn't break, but my dad broke a little, which is no good at all.
In a couple of days I'm leaving for Washington to date some zircons with a laser. I'm going to get to stay at WSU and see my old buddies from the summer. When I look back on that summer, that was what I kind of wish my life was always like. I hardly had any possessions, my room was spare and thus constantly clean, there was a laundry room and a kitchen nearby (but also a dining hall that served us all we needed! with only sort of sparse and healthy foods... I ate breakfast!), we had to work every single day including weekends, and it was sort of expected that we'd show up by at least 8:30am, but it wasn't ever required... we had the work we had to do, we had a rotation of people on the lab machines, so if the next lab machine you were scheduled to use was in use already, you had the afternoon off. If you had the afternoon off you could go to the gym and go swimming or row or get someone to play frisbee with you. In the late afternoon there was dinner and then frisbee or soccer. We were always a team, an amorphous group, deciding to do this or that thing and then pursuing it in no great hurry. Every once in a while we'd go off camping and buy great food and eat it at a beautiful campsite on the shores of Lake Superior. Everyone pitched in to do every job, nobody was a slacker... if we made up a communist nation, communism would work.
And the only thing we thought about was geology, we had one project to devote all our time to and that was it. You could come in at 8:30, saw rocks til lunch, go for a swim and practice basketball, crush rocks til dinner, then go in and put in a good night til about 11:30pm or so, sifting rocks and listening to tunes. Someone would always come and get you if something fun was going to happen, and every Friday we had a big barbeque with all the science kids from every department. Every night the security guard that looked like the guy from T-2 chased us out of the building, every night we snuck back in and separated iron from our powdered rocks and melted rocks in the rock melter and played Science Table Ping Pong, which is hard but really fun. We had "saucy" encounters in the dark room revolving door, which actually weren't saucy at all, and nobody ever misused the equipment or broke anything or gave the security guard any reason to kick us out, and nobody ever wanted to go home to their non-airconditioned rooms, and we spent more than one night as a criss-crossed weave of sleeping worms inside our too-warm bags. And we never, ever felt like we should be doing something else, because there was only one thing to do and we were always doing it. Ah, that was the life. The chance to be healthy and work hard and get to know people without being distracted by all of life's complications.

Of course, I have a lot of things and I wouldn't give them up. I know a lot of people and I wouldn't give them up, either. In fact, I have a great life, and I wouldn't give that up to live the life of an asthetic in an unairconditioned dorm room outside of St. Paul. I like having things and getting things and giving things and overloading my schedule all the time. But Minnesota, despite thy bugs and thy hot summers and thy relative lack of things to do... I love thee. Thanks for showing me what it was like to just chill for a while.

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This is more of a note to self
Wednesday. 1.4.06 8:55 pm
When I invented them, I always thought that Jasper was more like me and Dakar was the more invented character, a kind of amalgamation of many different people I've known. Dakar began as a sort of stock character, he was the serious face to Jasper's smile, he was the one of the pair that needed to be shown what life was really about, he was the one who needed to relax, he was the one who learn how to trust his friends and stop trying to do everything himself. Jasper was more of the free spirit, he made some mistakes in his romantic past, he was a bit of a wanderer, but he had a really clear sense of what is right and what his purpose is in life. He knows how to have a good time and how to make the best of a bad time. He is a loyal friend who could be the one to get past the barriers Dakar refuses to dismantle out of his distrust.
But as I delve further into Dakar's past, it isn't like I am "making up" where he came from. Where he came from follows naturally from who he is: I don't have to make it up as much as I just have to do some more research on it. I don't invent his past, I remember his past. I can't remember Jasper's. I'm going to need to spend some time on him, figuring out where he came from, why he's willing to devote himself to someone like Dakar. I can't get over the new feeling that Jasper isn't me at all, or he's the me that I'm not in very good touch with at the moment. More and more, Jasper is the one I don't understand. What are his motivations? How did he grow up to be the way he is now? I don't know. I might have to make that part up. That might be work. Remembering Dakar isn't any work at all.

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