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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 | On the Day You Were Born Wednesday. 3.5.14 4:04 am My Dear Nephew Jacob, To begin your life with the beginning of your life, I record that you were born on a Tuesday, sometime after seven o'clock at night. That day I was preparing an application for post-doc in Germany. I had to print out numerous copies of papers and lists, attach them all with a binder clip, and send them physically in an envelope to the country of Germany. This will seem amusingly archaic to you, and indeed, even in the year 2014 it is something which is almost never done anymore. That day I was also arranging to renew my passport, as I am intending to travel to China in July. The woman told me in the Walgreens that I was permitted to smile, but not with my teeth. Having practiced only two possible picture-taking modes (smiling and unsmiling) and having never truly smiled without my teeth, the expression upon my face in the picture is a bit strange and confused. It is the last picture taken of me before I became an aunt. By the time I will have to replace it, you will be ten years old. That day I made two large batches of brownies for your grandmother, who, of course, I had never thought of as a grandmother before that day. They are the most delicious brownies in the world, Jacob, and you will surely taste them by and by when you have the requisite teeth required to eat them. She needed them for work, and she wasn't sure she would have time to make them later, because we had no idea how long it would take for you to make your way into the world. Grandpa and Grandma were on tenterhooks all day, waiting for you, worrying about their baby who is your mother, hoping at any moment to hear that you were born and that you were healthy and alive. Aunt Katherine and I weren't worried about you or your mother at all. This was probably more due to our ignorance of the whole process than our steely calm dispositions. I was mostly returning emails and learning to play "The Entertainer" on the piano. You should ask me if I still know how to play it and Grandpa and I will teach you how. You should convince your mother to relearn how to play the "Tarantella" which we all loved to hear her play when she was a child. Aunt Katherine was at work at the library in Castle Rock. Grandma was working at the library in Highlands Ranch, where she the manager. Grandpa was hard at work at the warehouse, worrying about his baby-girl. He went out to buy the newspaper so that we would know what was going on in the world when you were born. Last I heard, Russia was invading Ukraine. I was at home, being unemployed. You kindly stayed in your mother's womb for long enough for me to get back from my job interview in California. At last we got the call that you were getting serious about joining us in the world (around 3 pm). Grandma couldn't take it anymore, and dashed off to Fort Collins. I went to the post office to mail the aforementioned post-doc and passport applications, and chatted with the man at the counter who had also been in California last week. He had been at the horse track, and all he could talk about was one famous horse-trainer that I didn't know. I mentioned to him (as I had been mentioning to everyone) that my nephew was being born that day, but all he cared to talk about was the horsetrack, so I gave him my packages and bid him farewell. It was a beautiful day for errands. We had to wait until well after five for Aunt Katherine to get home from work so that we could go up and join Grandma in the waiting room. Grandpa was as worried as could be, but I was placidly content to play The Entertainer, pay my last French cell phone bill, and join the International Society for Aeolian Research. Membership comes with a magazine, and if you wish to be a member, I will certainly sponsor you, my dear nephew. If you should know anything it about the world, it should be that Aeolian Science is one of the most interesting sciences that exists. At last Aunt Katherine arrived home and was surprised to learn that we were driving immediately up to Fort Collins. She rather thought that we would wait a while and come to see you on the weekend when you'd had several days to process the world on your own. But NAY! Up we went. By this time it had begun raining, and the closer we got to Fort Collins, the more it rained. We stopped at McDonald's where a regular cheeseburger costs $1.50 and most of the other burgers cost $1. It's almost St. Patrick's day, so they have a special mint shake for sale, which apparently delicious but over 600 calories. We tried to guess what your name would be. We guessed Jacob. Your mother has always wanted to call you Jacob, since before you even started to think about existing. You weren't named Jacob Christopher-- too bad, because we could have called you JC, just like your mother's favorite member of the boyband NSYNC. Grandpa said that if your name was Jacob he would call you Big Jake, after the movie with John Wayne. We don't really know how big you're going to be, but you'll be Big Jake no matter what. At last a text from your dad!!!!! Baby and mother, doing well!!! Grandpa visibly relaxed. He had been even more worried than we had thought. We listened to the Black Eyed Peas and a CD of Republican jams as we drove along in Grandpa's big new black truck. Finally we arrived at the hospital, in the dark, in the rain. They directed us to the maternity ward where we found Grandma, still waiting. They let us go in to see you and your parents, and the room was like a palace!!! It looked more like a hotel room than a hospital room, but there it was! The place that you were born! Your mama looked so adorable under her little blanket. She was still my big sister, you may be assured, but she seemed now somehow so much older, in terms of life experiences, happily sitting there under that blanket having baked a perfect little tiny body inside of her own for all of those months. I wanted to give her a big ol' hug for being such a hero, but she was lying down. It was worth all of these weeks of uncertain unemployment so that I could be there in that moment. And you! You, my nephew Jacob! You were so tiny! Your little perfect red face and your little perfect purple hands, with little perfect fingernails. The nurse said that you were a beautiful baby. She said that she definitely did not say that to everyone. Grandma was buzzing around the room, trying to be as helpful as possible and taking pictures. Your mama was sipping water out of her favorite water bottle and getting ready to eat a well-deserved supper (a hamburger). Your papa was beaming. Aunt Katherine has spent a lot of time the last couple of years taking care of babies, and you could tell, the way she expertly picked you up and cradled you in her arms. I didn't have very much experience with babies. I felt like someone was going to tell me to sit down in a chair so that they'd be sure I wouldn't drop you or break you in half. But I got the hang of it. You were so cute, with your little button nose and your almost non-existent golden eyebrows. Sometimes you would crack your eyes open to get a look at me. All of us are sure that you will grow up to be a handsome saintly genius. It will be hard to get out of the habit of calling you "Splinter". Jacob. Jacob. Big Jake. It was a big day, Big Jake. You did well. On the way home, the rain turned to snow and the snow was outrageous. It was some of the worst driving conditions I have ever been in in my life. I was driving one car and Grandpa was driving the other, I-25. I thought we all might die only having met you once, but I kept my steely calm. The big giant flakes flew into the windshield. I couldn't see any of the lines. I drove by the light reflected in the tire indentations of the cars that had gone before. And I wrote this little poem for you, my nephew: On the night that you were born, the whole family was praying Well, starting at 4 am that morning, cause it took a while (just saying) On the night that you were born, you were bathed in a loving glow And the skies themselves celebrated with a confetti made of snow On the night that you were born, I thought Grandma and I would end up in a ditch Because on the night that you were born, boy, it was snowing like a bitch On the night that you were born, you were calm and did not cry And the dancing coyotes in the yard sang you a coyote lullaby On the night that you were born, we made brownies- we didn't need much persuasion Welcome to the family, boy, brownies for every occasion! On the night that you were born, every face was ringed with mirth Happy to have you, to see you, to love you, and to welcome you to Earth! Sincerely, Aunt Laura 4 Comments. Lucky kid! His aunts seem quite loving. I don't know if people made such a fuss over me when I was born. » randomjunk on 2014-03-07 01:06:59 My facebook page is awash with babies. It's insane. RYC: I'm looking at a newer (13/14) model of the car, the 14 model year is the last of the style being made. I'm wary of the depreciation costs, but the 08/09 have a known problem with the engine, and being a car typically modded/etc, I'd rather it have little/clean history, rather than one that's spotty. » ikimashokie on 2014-03-10 12:03:45 Also, I don't think the savings are that much between a 5 year old and current model. I looked at a one year pre-owned, and it was 1k off of MSRP. I saw another that was three years, and maybe was 2k cheaper. This car seems to hold its value like nobody's business. » ikimashokie on 2014-03-10 12:04:55 Yeah, we broke up. : I mentioned it in the entry right before my current one. » randomjunk on 2014-03-25 12:32:09
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