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Name: Liz
Country: United States
Birthday: 11/15/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: playing guitar, singing, talking on the phone to friends in far off lands, expressing in my journal, reading soul- feeding books, and "You, me, five bucks, good conversation."
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/20/2001
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| My book of poems is about to be printed. We aren't sure how many copies we will be making, thinking 10-20. If you want to buy a copy, e-mail me and I will order a few extra. We are thinking maybe $15 a book. The hope is that we will find someone in the US to print and market it, but even if that doesn't happen, it has been a fun project.
To view a few pages of the book "No Maps In Between: On Poetry, Life and Love" : http://community.webshots.com/user/juitter | | |
| Tonight we are going to a friend's younger brother's wedding.
It's cold outside; I have to wear a lot more clothes than I would wish
to wear.
On Tuesday we had my tutor over for dinner. I think it was their
first time in a foreign person's home. They brought us beautiful
roses, which we immediately put in a vase. I showed them around
the house, looking at every picture possible, talking about the people
in the photos. We have some Christmas decorations up, so we had a
discussion about some of ideas of Christmas.
Our short-time roommate, Susie, is a blast. It's even funner
because she is from Maryland. I'll be sad when she leaves the beginning
of the year.
Ok, so just got back from the wedding. We ate lots of interesting food--among them snake and turtle soup.
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| Quote of the day: "You are very catching eyes, the two of you."
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| May 2000 I went to Albania for 10 days. On this trip, one of the rules was that we were not allowed to individually give money or things away to people on the streets (for our protection). Walking somewhere near the centre of town, I passed a young gypsy girl begging. Immediately I was compelled, yet all I had was a bottle of water, so I gave it to her--later to be yelled at for doing it.
Then September of 2001 I biked 30 some miles in southern California heat to visit a friend. It took me 4 hours, and by the end I was exhausted and extreemly thirsty. My friend wasn't home yet, but I needed to drink something. So I went next door to a school and asked a lady for some water. She was busy and didn't want to deal with me, but she reluctantly brought me a small cup of water. I was most grateful for any amount of water, but what I really needed was a large glass overflowing to satisfy the thirst and more. I thought of Jesus' words talking about the sheep and the goats, "For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink...whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me." Ever since then it means a lot to me to give or be given something to drink in thirst.
A few days ago I was rushing down the hill to pick something up and quick back to the house before our company got there. As I was walking I passed 3 girls maybe 5 years old rummaging through the trash looking for plastic bottles (because you can get a small amount of money for them). They found one with a little water in it, and they were fighting over the few sips left to drink. So I quickly went into a shop, bought 3 cold bottles of water, and gave one to each of them--so simple, yet hopefully satisfying.
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| School started this week and I am getting myself back into the swing of things. So yesterday I: went to my 4 hours of class, came home, had lunch, talked on skype, played guitar on a ping-pong table, studied for as long as my brain could handle; by this time it was only 5pm. I couldn't think of what else to do before dinner, but I thought to myself, "If I were in America, I would go running." People look at me enough without putting on a running outfit, so I knew I would cause a spectacle, but I was up for an adventure so I went. I live right outside the city limits, but I didn't realize how close the outskirts were--not too far at all. Minus the looks, whistles, and clouds of dust from construction, it was quite beautiful. There is an overlook at one spot and you can see the city and mountains mingle. I haven't decided if I will do it again, but it was a good experience.
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