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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.
The Profile Zanzibar Age. 39 Gender. Female Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him Location Altadena, CA School. Other » More info. The Weather The World The Link To Zanzibar's Past
This is my page in the beloved art community that my sister got me into: Samarinda Extra points for people who know what Samarinda is. The Phases of the Moon Module CURRENT MOON Writings
Poetry The Tree and the Telephone Pole The Spider I Do Not Know Their Names The Mouse Blindness La Plante The Moon Today I am Young A Night Poem Celestial Wandering Siren of the Sea If I Were a Dragon To the Dreamers Leave the Sky The Honor of the Oyster Return From San Diego War My Study Defeat A Late Summer's Night Of Dragons and Men Erebus The Edge of the World The Race Dragon's Spirit The Snake's Terror Spirit Island Metaphysics Metaphysica Transponderae 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 Radishes Three-Piece-Lawsuit If Underwear Could Speak 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 W: PARKOUR! 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 Exodus 1984 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) Uglies Pretties Specials 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" Pompeii 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 Bound 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 Twilight Eclipse 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 Infidel Neuromancer The Help Flip Zion Andrews The Unit Princess Quantum Brain The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks No One Ever Told Us We Were Defeated Delirium Memento Nora Robopocalypse The Name of the Wind The Terror Sister 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 Divergent 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 2312 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 | It's Easter Sunday. 4.16.06 6:30 pm This morning I woke up and it was Easter. I got dressed in my new dress and went to church with Kristi and Lauren. In the foyer of the church there was a bake sale going on, with lots of exchanging of money and goods. It made me think of that part in the Bible when Jesus finds people selling goods inside the temple and he throws the tables over and yells, "My father's house is not a marketplace!" We went in for the service and they lectured us about how good diversity is, how gay marriage should be allowed, how the Easter story was probably made up by Peter and company (because their faith was so strong that the resurrection story was a manifestation of it, not the reason for it). The paster addressed us as his "liberal friends" and "the progressive church". It reminded me of how my dad says that the liberals are going to ruin the word "progressive" just as surely as they ruined the word "liberal". I remembered that one Easter years ago when I told them I'd like to be a member and they told me I could only do that if I renounced my membership in my childhood church. I told them I certainly wasn't going to do that, and the conversation fizzled. They own more than 10 thousand dollars worth of hand bells. That's three complete sets, including gloves. I thought about that Extreme Makeover House Addition: Hurricane Katrina where they rebuilt the church and the pastor cried when he saw the kitchen because it was full of enough food to feed all of the poor, desperate people of his city and parish. That's what his church did, it fed the hungry, gave the children a place to go that wasn't into a gang. I don't think they own a set of hand bells. After church we went strolling in the village and I bought a bouquet of snapdragons for $3. I won't be able to do that when I live in Rhode Island. But Carol made me feel much better about moving there; her grandmama lives there and owns two boogie boards. The ocean isn't as cold there as it is here. There are also many shells to be collected, says Carol. That's all I needed to hear to make my final decision to go to Brown. If there would be an opportunity for me to meander along the beach, collecting shells, then I could live in Rhode Island. All I need is an image of how I might live in a place to consider living there. In St. Louis, I could imagine myself sneaking to the Forest Park in the middle of the night and swimming out to the gazebo in the middle of the tiny lake. The gazebo has steps and benches for sitting, but no bridge to land and no boats. So what is the gazebo for, then? Of course it is there so that I can swim to it. I told Darren that I would swim there, lie on my back on the benches, and think very deep, philosophical and romantic gazeboid thoughts. I could see myself skateboarding to the gym (they would know immediately that I was from California!), filming a short film about people living in a castle among the parapets of the old cathedral, and sitting in one of the chairs in the cold geology building foyer, my legs over one side and my laptop burning my thighs, books and papers all over the floor. At Brown I could see myself sitting on the tightly wound spiral staircase, having a long conversation. I could see myself taking a picture with the statue of Marc Antony that points into Jim's office from the main square. I could imagine strolling down the river when they light the bowls in the middle of the river on fire and send them downstream in the wintertime. Since these were the only two places I could imagine myself living, I knew it would be between them. But could I really live in Providence? I couldn't see myself drinking coffee at the oh-so-Northeastern independent coffee shops. I couldn't see myself hanging out at the neighborhood pub, it seemed sad and crowded. But yes. I could see myself walking along those eastern beaches, collecting shells, boogie boarding. It is a passive continental margin, you know. That's why there are so many shells. Fossils, too, if we could get to them. I came home and I'm supposed to work. I am very far behind. Instead I designed a new geology department t-shirt and looked at my snapdragons, making their pollen-filled mouths yap open and closed with my fingers. By the end of tonight I must have my math journal written up and my poster finished. All this talk of work makes me sleepy. Time for a nap. 2 Comments. about the church What kind of christian church disagrees with the ressurection? Or is it not christian and I skipped over something.. I can't really remember my childhood church much. » Dilated on 2006-04-16 11:37:40 happy Easter... » CONDESCENDme on 2006-04-18 12:25:06
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