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Name: Elizabeth
Birthday: 5/30/1981
Interests: Outside activities - like rollerblading, walking, biking, in general, being outside. Cooking - especially creating new things. Reading, I'm always learning something. Crocheting - while watching movies, then I don't feel like I'm wasting time. Building Friendships. oh and i must not forget... TRAVELING!!!!
Expertise: Its kind of complicated. When I figure out how to describe what I do in minimal sentances, I'll get back to this... just know that it has fantastic things to do with the combination of statistics, geography, economics, and urban theory.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  liz0391
Member Since:
6/22/2004
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| To my friends...I'm going to go offline for a while... I've scaled back a lot recently here. It's not because I don't like to blog, on the contrary I do, but I'm finding that there are a lot of conversations that are more appropriate for other forums. I'm not trying to be silent -- in fact the exact opposite... I need to have my voice heard. And I need to have interaction and communication. That isn't happening here.
I hope that this will encourage me to email, phone, and write (real) letters more frequently, I'm finding that while I love blogs -- xanga world has become too impersonal for the depth of what I need to convey in my life. In fact, I hope this encourages you to do the same to me. Not to quit blogging, but to email, write, and call.
Adios for now.
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| Did you celebrate?The U.S. projected population turning 300 million at 7:46 est today? I did. I was driving to work, unfortunately I had to consume the celebratory inhibitions last night as opposed to this morning, because it isn't good form to otherwise induldge.
So what does this all mean? Well, the U.S. is the third largest country... every 13 seconds some is born, every 31 seconds some immigrates into the U.S. (via legal and illegal means) and I am not certain what the death rate is... but is like every 17 seconds I think. Check the census bureau for a more accurate count, I'm too lazy right now to hyperlink.
Of interesting note, if you've been following the proposed wall border control idea (not going to work for me!) [There is a great cartoon floating around where there is a sign saying future site of 20 ft wall... next to that sign is a guy with a sign saying future site of ____'s 21 ft ladders...] (again, I'm too lazy to hyperlink). Regardless, that wall won't solve our population growth rates (expected to reach 400 million in 2043?) solely because of the reproduction habits that differ among cultures that take generations to change...
In other news... have you seen the Simpson's Map? (I lied on the hyperlink thing... this one was just too good to pass up). I think its pretty sweet, and I'm taking it to Kinkos to have a copy made for my office :).
Stay Tuned...
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| Bogs. I have a new goal to enter the bog snorkeling world championships, or the mountain bike bog snorkeling world championships. Both would be cool.
In other news. I spent yesterday hanging out on the Little Wabash/Big Muddy Confluence. I have countless bug bites -- despite the unnatural amount of deet that I sprayed everywhere. By the way, I'm hoping the warning labels they put on the bug spray are just 'guidelines'... i.e. for household consumption. Because between the four of us, we went through 2 bottles of the backyard fogger and 3 cans of bug spray. I probably used a whole can on myself... despite all of that. I still have bites. I hope I don't have west nile. :)
So you wanna see some pictures?
Here are a few gems. #1 and #2
Later.
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| Today, I put to rest a very important part of my life. Together we had walked many many miles, seen many different countries, enjoyed countless canoe trips, spent time in snow, rain and sunshine. My first pair of birkenstocks lived an amazingly long life -- considering they were a half a size too small. I acquired them at some point near the beginning of high school (I'm never very good with dates). I remember how big of a deal it was -- because they were an expensive pair of shoes -- and it took a lot of cajoling out of my parents to convince them that owning my own pair of birkenstocks was crucial to the definition of my identity that I wanted to associate with. I was sitting at the kitchen table -- remembering when they came in the mail (at that time there weren't a lot of stores carrying the shoes -- as they hadn't quite reached there peek popularity). It was a great day. I owned my first pair of *expensive* shoes. It went down hill from there. Prior to my first pair of birkenstocks I had your traditional gym shoes, and a pair of church shoes. Not much else. This started the down hill spiral of a shoe addiction.
I wore this pair of birkenstocks pretty much every day. Rain or Shine. I survived winter with a pair of wool socks keeping my toes warm. I've even said from the time since I acquired my first pair of Birks that I would get married in silver birkenstocks (I discovered them in the birkenstock catalogues that I poured over, from cover to cover whenever they were mailed to me).
I got another pair of Birks halfway through high school -- but I still held on to my first pair. What can I say. They represented an iconic point in my life. Today. While packing, I realized that I couldn't keep them anymore. It was time to let them go. I can't wear them at all -- for fear of killing myself, because the soles have all come unglued -- and every time I walk in them -- I pretty much fall. I momentarily thought about figuring out a way to frame them -- and let them be some sort of modern art. But realized that was a bit strange. When I was talking to Crystal today, she mentioned that I could have taken a plaster cast of them, but in the end... I just took some pictures. They will live fondly on in my memory. And fully immortalized in this blog, that is until the WWW implodes.
The last time on my feet. (No. My feet aren't two different sizes.)
Saying goodbye to each other.
The Eulogy reads: Here lies my first pair of Birkenstocks. May they rest in peace happily decomposing in a landfill.
Condolences may be sent via the comment section.
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