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Zanzibar
Age. 39
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him
Location Altadena, CA
School. Other
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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
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
The Juanes Module


Juanes just needed his own mod. Who can disagree.
Paris After Midnight
Saturday. 2.25.12 8:35 pm
is magical. Wine runs in the street, the Eiffel Tower sparkles, and people in 20s-era motor cars roll up to whisk you into time-traveling adventures.

[if by magical I mean sketchy. If by wine, I mean piss. If by sparkles, I mean is turned off, and if by 20s-era motor cars I mean giant night buses that whisk you away to prostitution. If by midnight I mean 2 am.]

I have been having a very french week. I went to my friend's house on Thursday where we ate chicken normandaise and prosciutto and artisan breads. They had red wine, but I did not drink it, because red wine tastes terrible and it does not agree with me. I managed to side-step the issue by bringing a bottle of champagne. We had home-made macaroons for dessert.

Funny quote of the evening: "I saw your blind friend in the metro the other day. I don't think he saw me, though..."

Tonight I went to a cheese party. My friend had a raclette set, which allows us to take every kind of cheese you can imagine and melt it into liquid cheese and pour it all over our potatoes and bread and mushrooms. This takes at least five hours and requires at least 3.5 stomachs. It also requires red wine, because, according to the french, drinking water causes the cheese to congeal in your stomach, and only red wine is acidic enough to stop this from happening. The french at the table would not confirm this rumor with scientific theory, they only pointed out that the only times they had declined to drink wine at the table they had gotten unexpectedly ill. There was a Singaporean, an Australian, and a Canadian at the table, besides the three french. At the game of "who-is-most-gullible", the Canadian and the Singaporean lost. We managed to convince them of the existence of slope-chickens, jackalopes, and drop-bears, which was quite a feat as we revealed that each one was false before we "were reminded" of the next one. Anthropological Note: Gullibility in Singaporeans and Canadians seems to be a cultural trait. I practiced my party-trick, which is to speak French in a "Texas accent", and we spoke a bit of german before the french told us to stop being Nazis. [Ok, so I guess we're not the only ones who make jokes like that]. As usual I affirmed my everlasting love for Australians, and it was 1:15 before we stopped to look at the time. The metro was closed (by 1:45!), so I said adieu to mes amis and took the night bus to Notre Dame. They had turned the lights off. I've never seen it dark before. Despite the best efforts of Paris to shut everything down by midnight, the bars were in full swing and the streets were filled with guys wearing sketchy black leather jackets and expensive shoes and smoking Gauloises. I arrived at my apartment without incident. The Eiffel Tower was switched off. I can still see it against the background sky, black and looming like an alien space-craft.

Quote of the evening:
Singaporean: "Can you send cheese in the mail in France?"
French: "Uh.... duh... of course you can. That question is ridiculous."
Australian: "But it will go bad!"
French: "Cheese doesn't go bad, it just becomes more 'cheese'."

2 Comments.


"Giant night buses that whisk you away to prostitution"? Well, doesn't that sound just like a dream!
» randomjunk on 2012-02-27 01:21:55

The cheese comment is probably the best way I've heard it explained yet. Hahahahahaha.
Also, I love that moment when you stop seeing a place as some glamorous destination, and start seeing it as home...even though sometimes there is a dark Tour D'Eiffel, or a creeper bus...it's nice to see it with perspective. Mhm.
» Unicornasaurus on 2012-02-27 03:16:52

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