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tod
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response 25 of 58:
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Oct 9 17:35 UTC 2003 |
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mdw
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response 26 of 58:
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Oct 9 18:56 UTC 2003 |
I think I have a fairly poor sense of direction, but I can read maps and
use logic. I also miss turns, and don't have a good memory, so I find
I have to get lost in an area several times (and find out what's on
all the wrong turns) before I really understand an area. I generally
have to be able to visualize things in term sof N/S/E/W to really
understand it right.
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scott
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response 27 of 58:
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Oct 9 19:05 UTC 2003 |
Re 22: Tod, did you just find a website full of movie scripts rewritten
first-person?
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tod
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response 28 of 58:
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Oct 9 20:16 UTC 2003 |
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fitz
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response 29 of 58:
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Oct 10 21:44 UTC 2003 |
Sort of lost--but not: Whenever I would leave Mason, MI, to drive to Lansing,
I never felt that I was going the right compass direction. Each time I had
to force myself to follow the road signs, feeling that I was going away from
my destination rather than towards it. I never cared for the feeling, even
though I was never surprised to arrive at Lansing.
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slynne
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response 30 of 58:
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Oct 11 04:22 UTC 2003 |
I hardly ever get lost but this spring, I took the dogs to a new nature
preserve with a lot of trails that make no sense. There are forks in
the trail all over the place. I realized after a while that I didnt
know the way back. I wasnt too worried because this is SE Michigan
after all and if I kept going in one direction I would eventually find
a road. I walked for a while but was still lost. It was starting to get
dark and I was a little worried about that. I noticed that my old dog
had stopped sniffing and peeing on everything and was walking with
purpose. I figured, what the heck. I just let her pick the way. It was
her dinner time so she was highly motivated. Darn it if we werent back
at the car in 10 minutes by the most direct route. good dog!
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tsty
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response 31 of 58:
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Oct 11 04:52 UTC 2003 |
perhaps being raised it eh country - on a farm - ahs resulted in
my having (what i presume is 'inate') sense of directin n/w/s/e
and teh *only* (singularity) time it has failed me was upon introduction
to the peoples' repubic of ann arbor!
all my compas directins were 90 degrees askew - left - counter-clockwise!
maybe taht explains all this leftist crud i encounter.
seriously folks, i was baffled for the first time in my life.
i'm over it now (excpet for hte 1-ways becoming 2-ways) but there
remain some artifacts! i recognize them though.
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scg
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response 32 of 58:
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Oct 11 06:18 UTC 2003 |
My sense of direction in Ann Arbor was often 180 degrees off. I think this
was largely because South of the river, where I grew up, South was uphill and
North was downhill.
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mcnally
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response 33 of 58:
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Oct 11 07:10 UTC 2003 |
I can certainly understand that. I have to mentally override my
"towards the water is west" reflex, product of growing up in
western Michigan..
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happyboy
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response 34 of 58:
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Oct 11 08:45 UTC 2003 |
re:31
*hic*
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remmers
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response 35 of 58:
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Oct 11 12:30 UTC 2003 |
Re #30: Lynne's experience reminds me of Gus Van Sant's "Gerry", the
ultimate "getting lost" movie. Casey Affleck and Matt Damon should've
had a dog with them.
Or maybe it reminds me more of "The Blair Witch Project"...
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slynne
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response 36 of 58:
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Oct 11 13:18 UTC 2003 |
re#32 - You know, that happens to me in both Ann Arbor *and* Ypsilanti
and I have no idea why
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scott
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response 37 of 58:
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Oct 11 14:04 UTC 2003 |
I used to have a pretty bad "uphill must be North" thing in Ann Arbor,
developed while growing up somehow. When I came back in 93 it took a while
to get my compass directions sorted out.
Bird Hills park is a pretty good place to get lost. Back in high school we
used to go cross-country skiing in there and it was always an adventure.
After a few years of living right near there again I finally got to where I
could find my way around even despite the drastic seasonal changes.
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richard
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response 38 of 58:
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Oct 29 20:21 UTC 2003 |
I got lost in Kuala Lumpur, in Malaysia once. Its a big city, and I
got off the subway at the wrong stop in the wrong neighborhood (turns
out two subway stops on different lines had very similar names) Pretty
interesting to walk around when there are no signs in english. I ended
up in the opposite end of town from where I was trying to go, but I
walked through some really interesting neighborhoods, the kind where
tourists would rarely go. There are sometimes benefits to getting
lost. I was lost until I found another subway station on another line
and followed the stops back to the center of the system.
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bhelliom
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response 39 of 58:
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Oct 29 23:30 UTC 2003 |
Sounds like when a friend and I got lost in Shanghai, except the
subway wasn't very extensive at that point. I'd really love to visit
Malaysia, if I ever get back over to that part of the world again.
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tod
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response 40 of 58:
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Oct 29 23:51 UTC 2003 |
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happyboy
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response 41 of 58:
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Oct 30 03:03 UTC 2003 |
/cues "Smokin'"
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scg
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response 42 of 58:
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Nov 25 06:15 UTC 2003 |
I took a wrong turn in Tijuana once. I realized when instead of trying to
sell me worthless trinkets, people on the street started trying to sell me
"very nice girl, $15." I got out of there, fast.
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happyboy
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response 43 of 58:
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Nov 25 06:16 UTC 2003 |
why?
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mynxcat
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response 44 of 58:
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Nov 25 16:59 UTC 2003 |
Coz he wanted trinkets.
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happyboy
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response 45 of 58:
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Nov 25 17:11 UTC 2003 |
funny, the word *trinkets* has never sounded like the
description
of an STD symptom until just now...
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mcnally
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response 46 of 58:
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Nov 25 17:14 UTC 2003 |
If you think trinkets are painful, wait 'til you wind up with knick-knacks..
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happyboy
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response 47 of 58:
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Nov 25 17:15 UTC 2003 |
ew! don't be so GROSS!
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tsty
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response 48 of 58:
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Nov 25 18:19 UTC 2003 |
adn taht doesn't even begin to compare with bric-a-brac ! OhMy!
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other
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response 49 of 58:
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Nov 25 22:38 UTC 2003 |
The worst is kitsch! Ugh. Especially when you get kitschy in the
middle of the night..
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