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The Grateful Living

It’s no secret that I’m not a fan of Thanksgiving; haven’t been in over 20 years, but that doesn’t mean I’m not thankful. I’m full of gratitude each and every day, not just once out of the year. I have huge hang-ups with the idea of Thanksgiving, but I also find the positives. Here are a few:

  • I’m thankful the Dallas Cowboys play every year on Turkey Day.
  • I’m thankful to have so many awesome people in my life. That really helps this time of year when I’m feeling so down.
  • I’m thankful my truck has an iPod port so I can jam my tunes when driving.
  • I’m thankful my boss & I have similar political views, especially during election season.
  • I’m thankful for the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups that mysteriously appear on my nightstand. (Gifts from the Gods!) …or maybe from Dallas?
  • I’m thankful for Texas. ‘Nuff said.
  • I’m thankful there are at least 14 places in New Braunfels that sell ICEE’s.
  • I’m thankful that Dallas came to my rescue when I accidentally locked the keys in the car this morning!

    …and finally, I am thankful for this hilarious post that happened this morning!

    Naturally, I have much, much more to be thankful for, but the point is…
    Be grateful for the little things, the everyday things. There is always something, no matter how big or small that is positive, even in the negative.

    Happy Thanksgiving, All!
    -Miss Liz

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Posted in Music, Personal, Relationships

10 Songs That Make Me Cry

Sad songs say so much… it’s true! Whether you are broken-hearted or madly in love, have lost a friend, or just need a good cry, we all have certain go-to songs to set the mood. Here is my list of “good cry” songs, in no particular order. Some of these you have seen on other lists, but hopefully I will have introduced you to songs that you’ve never heard and will immediately love! (and cry)

Honorable Mention: Hurt – Johnny Cash

 

10. Beth/Rest – Bon Iver
I stumbled upon this song while creating a playlist of songs that had any variation of my name (Elizabeth) in it.

 

9. Fuck You Aurora – Alkaline Trio
My friend Aaron recommended this song to me, as he lives in Aurora, Illinois just outside Chicago. (Home of Wayne’s World) This song apparently recounts the story of the death of his friend in a drunk driving car accident in Aurora while the singer was behind the wheel. Some of the lyrics are so relatable to me. One line in particular, “You have to be the cutest grave digger I’ve ever seen” I often sing to my friend Stewy, who among other things, has been a grave digger and is also very cute. I hope you enjoy.

 

 

8. Erase It Again – Sparta
One of El Paso, Texas’ finest groups, Sparta has some incredible rock music, but this ballad is so encouraging. They are basically saying, it’s not the end of the world! Sure, you’ve fucked up, but today is new a day. You can start over again. “These cuts don’t scar.” I love that line.
*Also of interest, lead vocalist Jim Ward and Tony Hajjar (drummer) were both in the incredible band ‘At The Drive-In.’ My friend Stacey reports that her husband, Joel lost his pants at a Drive-In show in Austin once!

 

 

7. Love Remains – Red Wanting Blue
If you have yet to be introduced to the awesomeness of Red Wanting Blue, you have now! Most of their stuff is pure gold. I was lucky enough to get a copy of ‘From The Vanishing Point’ before it was released and immediately loved it. Special thanks to Sandy Pants and our friends from the Midwest Lori, Lindsey, Jacque for the hook-up!
Red Wanting Blue – Love Remains – click this for the soundcloud version after you finish the blog, because it doesn’t open a new window. (Send me a comment if you know how to fix this!)

6. Don’t Take Me For Granted – Social Distortion
What’s that you say? How can SoCal punk rock band Social D produce a song to drive me to tears? Listen to the dedication to founding guitarist Dennis Danell who passed in 2000 and how it really affected Mike Ness. I cry every single time I hear this song.

 

 

5. Fade Into You – Mazzy Star
Just to slow things down a notch, I bring you this lovely tune from the notoriously shy yet most awesome folk singer your ears will ever have the privilege of listening to: Hope Sandoval. Raise your hand if you remember making out with your man with this song playing in the background. (In retrospect, I should never married that guy.)

 

 

4. Only You – Yaz
I know I’ve written about Yaz (Yazoo in the UK) a million times before, but ‘Upstairs At Eric’s’ is still one of my favorite albums of all times. Off that album, we have my favorite love song, “Only You.”
*Note: This song was played at the very end of the movie ‘Can’t Hardly Wait.’ That BLEW MY MIND!

 

 

3. Love Will Tear Us Apart – Joy Division
This one is too personal for me to share why I shed the tears.

 

 

2. Sometimes Always – The Jesus and Mary Chain
Here we see Hope Sandoval making another appearance on this short list, this time not with Mazzy Star, but with my absolute favorite shoe-gazers, J&MC! Have you ever loved someone so much that no matter how many times they left you, you know you’ll always take them back? (1:53 to 1:56- BEST 3 seconds of the song. Dig it.)

 

 

1. Sometime Around Midnight – Airborne Toxic Event
Without exaggeration, I’ve listened to this song at least 500 times. Sometimes, I just set it on repeat. I think we all relate to this song, I know I’ve been there. Proof positive: love hurts. I love how this newish indie rock band blends orchestral arrangements so beautifully. (2:59 – 3:04, best 5 seconds of the song, imo.)

 

And there you have, my Top Ten List of Songs That Make Me Cry. I’m very interested in hearing about yours. Please share them below.

Posted in Culture, Personal

Read Between The Lines…

I’ve never had a problem writing in books. I like to highlight passages that mean something to me. I love to pen a note in the inner cover and pass it on for someone else to enjoy. Something I have NEVER done is deface the print. I always felt like if someone was willing to give all they could, record their thoughts and have it published, who was I to take that away? If I had a book out, I would want everything I wrote to be easily read by every person that comes across that book. Until now….
I’ve seen this done before in magazines and newspapers, but it truly never occurred to me to do it in a book. I’ve rethought my previous notions. I think as an author, you would want someone to take what you’ve given them and let them run with it. Whether their interpretation is different from your intentions, if it inspires them in any positive way, well, that’s an accomplishment.
I’ve warmed to the idea of “blackout poetry” and plan to stop by a used book store this afternoon and give it a whirl! I don’t want to rush it or force it, and knowing me, I’ll probably end up reading the entire book while searching for the perfect page, so don’t expect an update soon, but when I do make poetry between the lines, I’ll post the pics for you all to see.

Always,
Miss Liz

 

“Black Out Poetry” using old newspapers or books.

 

“In my nature is one who wishes to know himself; I am a sleeping though that does not cease thinking. I am the dream that I see and feel I am.”

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Poe Knows

I remember when myspace first became a thing and we were all suddenly reunited with friends and acquaintances. I had gone to several different high schools in 3 different states. It took one person from each school to find me and then, BAM! every other classmate was sending the friend request. I remember when it was all fresh and new and being so excited to catch up with people and relive our “glory days.” Occasionally, you would get a request from a familiar name, but have no memory of that person. (Or did that only happen to me?) A guy from my sophomore class sent me a request and I accepted it. I only know he was from that class because our only mutual friends were from there. He sent me a message asking all the typical things… how are you? married? kids? job? health? Okay then, nice chatting with you… then you rarely speak/message again, yet you see their posts in your feed. I thought this would be one of those things. But it wasn’t. He sent me a long message regaling stories of how much my friendship meant to him. He remembers me being kind to him when so many others were not. He remembers lengthy discussions about art, poetry, journalism, writing, and theater. (We must have shared one of those classes together.) He told me I had inspired him to read and write and more. He went on to say that my love for Edgar Allen Poe has always stayed with him and every time ‘The Raven’ comes up in discussion, he is reminded of me.

It has been years since he shared this with me and sadly, we haven’t really spoken since then. I wish that I could remember him from high school. I feel guilty for not knowing when he so clearly remembers me. Knowing that I impacted his life so greatly means more to me than I can say. Though I don’t remember him from high school, I do remember him from myspace. I want to tell him now that it was him that impacted me. Every time I come across something Poe, I think of him. I wish he knew how that one singular message affected me. Funny how thing turn around like that…

I can relate.
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The Curious Case of Phone E Cates

Diary of a Mad Woman

Friday November 9, 2012 11:11pm (Make a Wish!)
I wish I knew where my phone was. I have retraced my steps since I remember having it last. We were at Spring Loaded Indoor Trampoline Park at the Texas Ski Ranch and I checked in on Yelp. I remember regretting that I hadn’t taken a picture of my delicious fish tacos from Wahoo’s. God, I’m so glad they opened a location here. Their tacos are the bees knees! Anyway, we had a great time, jumped around like Kris Kross, (except we didn’t have our clothes on backwards) ate tacos, and headed back to the casa. I’ve been home for about half an hour now, and spent 28 of those minutes searching for my phone. Her name is Phone E Cates (a play on Phoebe Cates, but all my dirty friends think it’s because it sounds like “fornicates.” Pervs.) All the trampolining got me sweaty. I’m going to jump in the shower and resume my search once I’m clean.

 

Friday 11:48 November 9, 2012
Still no sign of my phone. I have dumped the entire contents of my purse out on my bed. I found half a pack of gum, a ring I thought was lost, countless receipts, $2.21 in coins, an old wristband from I show I can’t remember, but no Phone E Cates. That totally sucks too, because I just thought of something brilliant that is less than 140 characters so it’s perfect Twitter material. (I’ll just add that to the Twitter-bank for future use.) I’m down, but not out. I shall resume the search tomorrow. Tonight I will rest up, (my legs are still wobbly from the trampoline) sleep like a baby without the constant interruption of my phone alerts, and wake up ready to take on the world. Good night.

 

Saturday 2:03 am November 10, 2012
Woke up and reached for Phone E Cates to check the time; she wasn’t there. Oh yeah, now I remember… I wandered into the kitchen to check the time on the microwave. It’s 2:03 am, or maybe not. Could be 2 minutes, 3 seconds left that nobody bothered to clear. Truth is, you can’t trust microwave time. Nobody ever bothers to set that shit correctly anymore. I am reminded that it drives my family crazy when I leave leftover minutes on the microwave instead of just clearing it out. I guess some people are OCD that way. I decide to go back to bed but now the wheels are spinning and I can’t stop thinking about microwaves. It was probably me that left the 2:03 when I popped that bag of kettle corn. Mmmmm, kettle corn. *yawn*

 

Saturday 10:00am November 10, 2012
Woke up tired. I had strange dreams of kettle corn popping up and down on trampolines with the sound of a microwave incessantly beeping in the background. Weird. I’m feeling a little shaky and the butterflies are swirling a bit in my belly. Maybe I should take the kayak out on the lake and just forget the world? That sounds relaxing and it is a gorgeous day outside. Bet we won’t have too many more of those. Yep, that sounds just like what the doctor ordered!

 

Saturday 11:11am November 10, 2012 (Make a Wish!)
I wish I had never gone out on the lake! The sun was shining, Lake Dunlap was calm, the water glistening like glass. There I was alone in my thoughts on the open water, feeling free and trapped at the same time. I wanted to take a picture for Instagram of the sereneness in front of me, I wanted to check in on Yelp, I wanted to tweet and Facebook, but alas, no phone. Is it possible for me to stay unplugged and just enjoy God’s gifts and the beauty in nature that surrounds me? That remains to be seen.

 

Saturday 1:44pm November 10, 2012
Just got home from HEB grocery store. I had a list with me, but wanted to call the kids to make sure I didn’t forget anything. I did. Turns out, we need garbage bags. Fuck. I refuse to leave the house the rest of the day. I can feel my emotions spiraling into a really dark place. I’m feeling a little lightheaded and maybe even a bit nauseous. Is it possible to suffer from phone withdrawals? I think I’m going to lie down for now.

 

Saturday 5:23pm November 10, 2012
Wowzers! Woke up in a cold sweat, head throbbing and really out of it. I couldn’t tell if it was the middle of the day or the middle of the night. I still feel loopy, but the kids were promised a fish fry and I won’t let them down! On the menu: catfish nuggets, fried shrimp, boiled shrimp, hush puppies, stuffed clams, steak fries, cole slaw, and homemade tarter. Yes! This should improve my outlook. Off the computer and on with the apron!

 

Saturday 10:05pm November 10, 2012
Dinner was a smashing success, my kitchen is destroyed, the house has a faint fishy smell, the kids are lazying around on the sofa, and I’m going to curl up in bed and watch Saturday Night Live. I can’t shake this feeling of being emotionally wrecked. I haven’t felt this roller coaster since I was pregnant with my youngest child, Mikayla 15 years ago. What’s happening to me?

 

Sunday 12:07am November 11, 2012
SNL wasn’t as funny as it usually is. Color me disappointed. I kept hearing noises outside my window and seeing strange shadows. I went out to the living room and asked the kids, but they all laughed at me. I think they are plotting against me. Mutiny in the cottage! I’ve walked circled around my house in the midnight air and can’t shake this feeling of imminent disaster. Every fiber of my being tells me something is amiss. I swear I can hear wolves howling from the other side of the lake. My heart won’t stop pounding and I feel like it’s 100 degrees in the house. When I went to adjust the thermostat the kids stopped me. Dallas calmly placed her hand over mine as I reached to turn the dial down to 64. “Mom, we are freezing! You’ve got to stop.” I found her calmness frightening.  That’s not like her at all. The other two are sharing a comforter on the couch staring blankly at the tv. They resemble zombies. I’m beginning to wonder if their bodies have been taken over. Paranoia has definitely set in.

 

Sunday 1:56am November 11, 2012
Unable to take it anymore, I went to Mikayla’s room and fetched her iPad. I must log in to my social networking sites. I turned it on and saw her photo gallery. It made me think of my photo gallery. Was there someone out there right now sifting through my pictures, invading my privacy? I felt guilty and put the iPad on my nightstand. That’s when I heard it again. Something is going on outside, I just know it! I’m really scared. Is there an alien invasion? Is someone stalking me? What are those shadows? I feel sick to my stomach and the term “uneasy” in quite the understatement. There is no way I’ll be able to sleep tonight. How will I go on like this?

 

Sunday 11:11am November 11, 2012
Woke up exhausted. Again. This constant feeling of paranoia is beginning to overwhelm me. The house is eerily quiet, I’m almost afraid to leave my bedroom. By now I will have heard the pitter-patter of my grandson running around on the laminate wood floors. The tv is usually blaring Disney channel and my kids fighting over cereal or pop tarts. There is nothing coming from the rest of my house, but quiet. It’s Sunday morning and football will kick-off soon. Maybe that will ease my nerves. Yes, I think a nice relaxing day in my pj’s watching football is just what I need. Going to check my fantasy league. Will resume the search for Phone E Cates tonight.

 

Sunday 11:44am November 11, 2012
All my fear, all my paranoia, all my feeling of uneasiness was not for nothing! It really IS the end of the world! I tried to log in to Yahoo Fantasy Football and their servers are down! That can only mean one thing: Armageddon. I ran into Mikayla’s room to check on her and she was gone. I went into Brandon’s room and he wasn’t there, either. The same thing with my daughter Dallas and my grandson Lyric. Thank God! They had all been taken in The Rapture. Now I am here all alone, without a phone. I ran outside to see if Earth was destroyed, to see if I was the last one standing in Riverbend Subdivision. (On any given Sunday morning you’ll find kids playing in the cul-de-sac, Dads working on lawns, and Moms sitting on porch rockers sipping iced tea (or whiskey.) The only person I saw was the weird lady that wears a nightgown when she walks her dog, no matter the time of day. Also, I’m pretty sure she purposely antagonizes my boxer, Bailey. All my fears have been substantiated. This is it. The End of Times as written in Revelations. I am preparing for “Red Dawn.” I found a set of camo’s in my closet from some long ago Halloween. I smeared make-up all over my face and packed a back pack. Guns, ammo, food, can opener, knives, toilet paper… I’m getting prepared for this. I just hope I can find other survivors and help repopulate the Earth. There is still so much to be done. This might be my last entry. Only God knows what’s in store for me now. To the person that finds this, I hope I died a hero. I hope I saved peoples lives, I hope I had more children, I hope that mankind pulled through. (Also, I hope you don’t find my phone. That shit is more private than this diary.)

 

Sunday 12:36pm November 11, 2011
It’s possible I overreacted to Yahoo’s servers being down. While in the midst of packing my Apocalypse Box, the kids walked through the door. Turns out, Dallas had taken them all out to eat and didn’t want to disturb me. Apparently, it’s not the End of Times just yet. What a relief! Now I’m tasked with explaining to the kids why I’m decked out in Battle Dress Uniform, grease paint across my face, and wielding a serrated hunting knife. “I’m going to a costume party later,” I tell them. I don’t think they bought it. I can tell they are talking about me. They’re laughing, too. They think I’ve finally lost my mind. Well, maybe I have. I want to call my best friend so bad, but I can’t. I really hate not having a phone.

 

Sunday 11:11pm (Make a Wish!) November 11, 2012
I wish that when I wake up tomorrow, this will all have been a terrible, no good, very bad dream. I wish that my phone will be sitting there on my nightstand like she usually is, ready to greet me with time, date, temperature, and notifications. Only I know this is not a dream. It is real and my phone is lost forever. Tomorrow after work, I will replace her. Good bye Phone E Cates. You were good to me and you will forever be missed.

 

Monday 10:49am November 12, 2012
It nearly took an Act of Congress to get my ass out of bed today. I’m so depressed, I don’t want to do anything, especially go to work. Yet, here I am, back at my desk, answering emails and voice-mails, wishing I was home in bed. Dallas just called to check on me. I guess all the kids are concerned about my physical and mental well being. Can you blame them? She asked if I was hungry and said she was going to stop by and bring me a surprise. I hope it’s a double patty melt with sauerkraut from Freddy’s Frozen Custard. My bestie Hannah says Freddy’s is the devil and she might be right.

 

Monday 12:01pm November 12, 2012
All is right in the world and order has been restored! My stomach ache is gone, the uneasy feeling I couldn’t shake has been shaken, and that 800 pound gorilla is no longer a monkey on my back. Turns out, the “surprise” she had for me came out of Lyric’s toy box and often goes by the name “Phone E Cates.” Apparently, Lyric had picked it up Friday and put it away in his toy box when he was getting ready for bed that night. I feel relief. Relief that I have my phone back, relief that it’s not the end of the world, relief that my kids no longer question my sanity, and relief that the paranoia & withdrawals are gone. The only thing that could make me feel any better than I already feel would be if someone brought me that patty melt from Freddy’s. Someone? Anyone?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Post Election Hangover

Monday night, the night before the Presidential Elections, I was consumed with pre-election coverage. I flipped back and forth between every news channel, completely absorbed. Fox News ran a segment regarding the blue laws in some states, including South Carolina (where my sister lives.) I was shocked to learn the liquor stores would not be selling in addition to bars and restaurants.

I decided to send the Sis a text to let her know to stock up supplies. She would either be celebrating or drowning her sorrows, either way, she needed some booze!

True to her word, my sister Kat embarked on a journey to purchase some booze from various places including bars, package stores, restaurants, and bars & grills. These are her results:

Juniors Sports Bar – serving
Local Liquor Store – liquor side closed, beer & wine side open
Ruby Tuesdays Restaurant – serving
Chiefs Bar & Grill – serving
My Sister Kat – slurring (all in the name of research!)

I felt like a jerk sending her on a seemingly fruitless quest, but she didn’t seem to mind at all! I guess I misunderstood the rules, the establishments don’t know/care about the rules, or the rules simply aren’t enforced in her area of South Carolina.

The lesson here? I can always count on my sister to come through for me, no matter how large or small the favor is!

Me & Kat – I don’t know what year this picture was taken, but my perm is almost as glorious as her hickey. Almost.

 

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I Resemble That Remark

If you live near a Kohl’s, you most likely regularly receive those $10 gift cards in the mail that can be used for anything, even clearance items. I love those cards! (If Dallas doesn’t get a hold of it first.) So, with card in hand, I hit up Kohl’s in search of nothing in particular. After trying on 6 things, I settled on a “not-my-usual-style-but-cute-nonetheless” raspberry colored top from the sale section that was priced at $11.20. I was excited because I thought both my daughters would like it and want to borrow it. (I always feel less guilty about spending money on myself when I think the girls will also wear what I’ve purchased.) $2.12 later and I was on my way home!
I walked through the door, pleasantly surprised to find the kids had cleaned the kitchen and living room. I made a beeline for my bedroom to try on my top. Brandon and Mikayla were the only ones home and I asked,

“Do you like my shirt?!” with a big smile on my face.
This is the conversation that ensued:

Mikayla: “Ew, Mooom! That shirt is gross!” (my smiley face fades to sad face)
Brandon: “No Mom, just no. You look like an Asian Pirate that works in a laundromat.” (my sad face turns to confusion)
Me: “I don’t know what that means, but I feel like it might be racist.”
Brandon & Mikayla: *hysterical laughter*
Me: *hangs head*

I immediately close my bedroom door, change clothes, and start googling images of Asian pirates:

Asian Pirate That Works In A Laundromat

The resemblance is uncanny.

 

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2 Dogs, 1 Door

I have a porch door that leads out to my courtyard and is the main entry and exit to our home. It never gets latched because we have a wrought iron fence and gate that we lock religiously. When we first moved in the house, we only had one dog, Pony Boy. He is a laid back kind of dog and usually just chills around the house, napping like a cat. When I brought home a new boxer pup we named Bailey, he was less than enthused. Over time, they developed a sibling-like relationship that was mostly battles with a side of love.

Now that we have had both dogs for quite some time now, we’ve all settled nicely into one big happy dysfunctional family. We all have our little quirks and irks, but in the end, we pull together to get through the rough times.

One thing we’ve noticed, and we all find odd:
When we open the front door to let the dogs out, Pony Boy just stands there and waits for you to open the porch door; Bailey just pushes the door open with her paw or her snout. It’s so weird. When they go out together, Bailey goes first with Pony Boy all up in her bidnezz, trying to hurry and get outside before the porch door swings shut.

Pony Boy
Bailey

I think this is what “puppy love” means.

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The Last Pictures Project “Miss Liz-Style” Part III

Science & Technology

If you haven’t already read Part I and Part II, you should start with those, but if you’re too lazy (for shame!) or don’t have the time right now, here are the cliffnotes:

“Of all the images that have ever been made, would you be able to select just 100 to represent our species and human achievement? Trevor Paglen’s Last Pictures is a project to do not only that, but also launch those images into geosynchronous orbit around Earth – all so that long after humans are gone, any space-wanderer will be able to fathom what humanity was all about.”
I decided to do my own list of 100 images and have divided them up into 5 parts. This series will focus on Science & Technology.

41. Vitruvian Man

This image exemplifies the blend of art and science during the Renaissance and provides the perfect example of Leonardo’s keen interest in proportion. In addition, this picture represents a cornerstone of Leonardo’s attempts to relate man to nature.

42. Dolly the Sheep

On July 5th in 1996 the first cloned mammal, Dolly the sheep, was born at the Roslin Institute in Edinburgh, Scotland. The scientists who created her did not announce their success until February 1997. She was named Dolly as she was cloned from a cell from a mammary gland and one of the scientists commented “Dolly is derived from a mammary gland cell and we couldn’t think of a more impressive pair of glands than Dolly Parton’s”. Dolly lived to the age of 6 and died on 14th February 2003.

43. Stealth Aircraft

An F-117 Nighthawk stealth strike aircraft
Stealth aircraft are aircraft that use stealth technology to avoid detection by employing a combination of features to interfere with radar as well as reduce visibility in the infrared, visual, audio, and radio frequency (RF) spectrum. Also, it has been widely rumored that stealth technology was a gift from the aliens.

44. DNA Structure

Hey, if we’re trying to leave ’em with an idea of what modern man was like, why not leave a pic of DNA structure? I liked this one because it is color coded and doesn’t have any words.

45. Man on the Moon

Yes, we put a man on the moon. No, it wasn’t Andy Kaufman.

46. Computers

I originally wanted to file this in the “Dear to Me” series, but I thought it better suited for technology.

47. Light Rail

My personal favorite form of public transportation! I use this religiously when going to the Medical Center. (Plus, I wanted to sneak in another Houston, Texas pic.)

Also, a subject of much debate that is near and dear to the my heart of my good friend, Amanda who is currently very busy heading up the #SupportHoustonTransit campaign.

48. “Weird Science”

’nuff said.

49. Artificial Heart

A synthetic replacement for the heart remains one of the long-sought holy grails of modern medicine. The obvious benefit of a functional artificial heart would be to lower the need for heart transplants, because the demand for organs always greatly exceeds supply.

50. Dinosaurs

Do you think the aliens will think dinosaurs roamed the Earth at the same time as man? Do you think they will think dinosaurs caused mans demise? Do you think they will be puzzled by this puzzle?

51. Reproductive System

In case they are curious as to how we reproduce, I have included a picture with both the male and female reproductive systems. No, we don’t lay eggs.

52. Flux Capacitor

Just so the aliens will think we have mastered time travel. Who said it was my responsibility to ensure accurate history? Let them think we were that bad ass!

53. 1959 Les Paul Standard Electric Guitar

fuck yeah! \m/

54. Large Hadron Collider

The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) is the world’s largest and highest-energy particle accelerator. It was built by the European Organization for Nuclear Research (CERN) from 1998 to 2008, with the aim of allowing physicists to test the predictions of different theories of particle physics and high-energy physics, and particularly that of the existence of the hypothesized Higgs Boson and of the large family of new particles predicted by supersymmetric theories. The LHC is expected to address some of the most fundamental questions of physics, advancing human understanding of the deepest laws of nature. It contains six detectors each designed for specific kinds of exploration.

55. Earth’s Gravity

Modern physics describes gravitation using the general theory of relativity by Einstein, in which it is a consequence of the curvature of spacetime governing the motion of inertial objects. The simpler Newton’s law of universal gravitation provides an accurate approximation for most physical situations.

56. Lightsabers

Lightsabers, because Star Wars. That’s my argument.

57. Radio Waves (Diagram)

I tried really hard not to include words, but this picture represents what I’m trying to convey best. I’m sure the aliens know we figured out radio waves & frequency (and they are probably judging us based on the shit we send out) but, radios… awww yeah!

58. Distillery

Can you tell what my priorities are? Why should humans have all the fun? Let them drink beer!

59. Robots

A robot is a mechanical or virtual artificial agent, usually an electro-mechanical machine that is guided by a computer program or electronic circuitry. Robots can be autonomous, semi-autonomous or remotely controlled and range from humanoids such as ASIMO and TOPIO to Nano robots, ‘swarm’ robots, and industrial robots. By mimicking a lifelike appearance or automating movements, a robot may convey a sense of intelligence or thought of its own.

60. New 7 Wonders of the World

As we advanced through time, so have the lists of Wonders. This is the newest one, started in 2001 to from a selection of 200 existing monuments. The popularity poll was led by Canadian-Swiss Bernard Weber and organized by the New7Wonders Foundation based in Zurich, Switzerland, with winners announced on July 7, 2007 in Lisbon.

And there you have it, folks! My list of 20 in the Science & Technology field. My topic for tomorrow is History and I am really looking forward to that. I’ve already found several that I’m going to list and the wheels are turning for more! See you then.

-Miss Liz

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Collar Me Confused…

I try to keep up with the many social networking sites I have profiles on. (Except for Facebook, that starting eating up too much of my time.) My daughter Dallas enjoys Tumblr the most. I think I am a little old for their target demographic. Few of my friends have profiles, but I do enjoy logging in from time to time. I’ve noticed a trend lately. Maybe it’s been happening for a while and I am just now noticing… Apparently the thing to do is post pictures of your collar bone. I can see where it can be sexy, I’ve seen a few that combined with the right dress where awfully nice. And let me just say, if the younger generation wants to post a picture of a body part, I am certainly not opposed to the collar bone. (Consider the alternative!) I just wondered how and when it became a “thing.” A quick Google search didn’t lead to anything relevant. Perhaps you can shed some light?

I wanted to get in on it too!