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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 | Jorge and the Annoyance of Australians Tuesday. 9.27.11 8:52 am The room is full of Brazilians. The whole city is full of Brazilians, my new Brazilian friend Julianna would say. But right now I live in a 10 person room in a party hostel near the Canal de Saint-Martin and the presence of the Brazilians tends to dominate the room. To be sure, there are two Australians, but when it comes to having a party, Australians are just paler Brazilians who can't dance. My Australian friend told me that the proper term for a group of Australians is "an annoyance", as in "an annoyance of Australians". I don't know the appropriate term for a group of Brazilians. The best Brazilian is a girl, young and beautiful with a big camera. She reminds me of my friend Srog the Dane. We'll call her Maria. The worst Brazilian is Jorge, who is very drunk. Jorge is drunk because three men attacked him and stole 1000 euros and all of his papers. Jorge is drunk because he wants to go home but he doesn't really have a home to go to. Jorge is drunk because even if he did have a home, he doesn't have the paperwork he needs to get there. Jorge is drunk because if it had been two guys instead of three, you'd better believe he would have fought them off. Jorge likes to take pictures, explains Maria. Maria explains most of what Jorge says because through the alcohol everything comes out as a vaguely portuguese slur of words incomprehensible to the Australians. The preceding paragraph of information about Jorge, explained by Jorge himself, was reduced to "I am a man of the world. The world is my country." Jorge doesn't like to take, how do you say, paysages? Landscapes, I supply. Landscapes. Jorge likes to take the pictures of the people. Portraits, I supply. Jorge calls me AMERICAN GIRL. He doesn't call me for any reason, though. He just shouts, "AMERICAN GIRL!" until I look at him, and then he is so drunk that he doesn't know what to say. "AMERICAN GIRL. I take your photograph," Jorge finally says. "No, thank-you" I say, by now curled up with my book in my pajamas, trying to ignore the cacophany of the room. I am exhausted, I am no fun, I have a job in the city. I am content to listen to the Brazilians and Australians bond over the fact that their capital cities were invented by politicians. "AMERICAN GIRL, pretty girl, I take your photograph." He takes a photograph of my hand, which I have stretched out to prevent his photograph. Maria thinks that it looks very artistic. Jorge presents me with two options: "Either I take a photograph now, or while you are sleeping," he says. He reminds me that when I am sleeping I will be naked. He also reminds me that when I am sleeping I cannot stop him from taking the photograph. I pretend to consider these two options for a moment. "I decide.... no and... no." He persists. Maria comes to my aide. "You don't understand Jorge, she is an American, that means you have to respect her." My curiosity is piqued. "I mean to say, that when a North American say 'no', she actually mean 'no', and you have to give respect to that. He is from South America, and in South America when you say 'no' all of the men think that it really mean 'yes'." I agree that I am certainly not in agreement with the South Americans on this point. I underline the sentiment by shutting the curtain that encloses my bed. A shy Brazilian is already trying to sleep in a bed across the room. After an hour or so the annoyance of Australians gets the idea and proposes to move the party downstairs. They drag Jorge out of the room. Very late in the night I hear a voice at the edge of my bed. "I can see you," the voice says. I am facing the wall. I pretend that I am asleep. Later still: some rustling. A flash. I can't be sure it wasn't a dream. Goddamnmotherfucking Jorge, I'm from NORTH AMERICA. 1 Comments. Poor Z! I must say that I laughed out loud at the last line of your blog-- but I am very glad that you don't have to live in a hostel much longer. What a creeper! » Rachel (98.245.159.47) on 2011-09-28 09:16:28
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