<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 11:55:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Found in Translation</title><description>The Adventures of the Argentine Rocket</description><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-4368278084185625714</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T17:24:27.016-04:00</atom:updated><title>Best Bike Ride in Colorado</title><atom:summary type='text'>Garmin Connect - Activity Details for UntitledShared via AddThis</atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-bike-ride-in-colorado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-6723603875148883066</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T15:47:06.674-04:00</atom:updated><title>Summer</title><atom:summary type='text'>Weirdly enough, it's harder to write when life is good. I'm not injured. No broken bones, no scrapes, no nothing... Well, I did get pinkeye somehow, but it's gone now... I have a job. Not a great job, but it's a job. I've been running lots. Biking lots. Studying lots. Working lots. I'm a mean, lean, happy machine.This summer, after almost 6 years of being apart, my true love and I found each </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SnCj7Vo5D2I/AAAAAAAAV58/r4cvVrWtoDo/s72-c/atras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-9072200154623737596</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 03:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-11T00:04:11.911-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ridin' and kayakin' at Blackwater Wildlife Refuge</title><atom:summary type='text'>My very fit partner in crime through those 45 flat road biking miles...Did you get your tickets.... to the GUN show???Two of the several bold eagles we were able to see up close! Clearly the "zoom" feature in my camera isn't so great...Beautiful rural landscape all around usDefinitely a must-see place in the DC/Annapolis area. 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It was a beautiful day, clear skies, warm but not too warm, a nice cool wind. I knew I wasn't in great shape, and since I wasn't going to get a personal record, I decided to run the whole thing with Ashley, whose pace is a little slower than mine. She appreciated the company, and I appreciated the fun of not </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/rocket-is-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SgtLveHTyAI/AAAAAAAATXs/O1oBNE811ss/s72-c/loash2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-3167443848083670570</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 22:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-13T18:10:17.419-04:00</atom:updated><title>Too good not to post...</title><atom:summary type='text'>These guys make treadmills look like fun... don't be fooled...</atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-good-not-to-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-797379110352002633</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-15T12:09:06.718-04:00</atom:updated><title>Un-be-lievable</title><atom:summary type='text'>I moved to the U.S. of A. since July of 1999. Prior to that, I was here on a temporary work visa in December of 1998. At that time, I applied for a Social Security card. Since then, I've held several jobs, I've gotten driver's licenses in several states, I got several credit cards and a loan to buy a car, checked my credit report every few years. I also became a U.S. Citizen and obtained a U.S. </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-be-lievable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-3038600772490171291</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T09:01:47.336-04:00</atom:updated><title>Missing him...</title><atom:summary type='text'>You'd think that as time passes, it would get easier and easier to live far away from your family. Not the case. For the first time, 10 years after moving to the U.S., I cried at the airport in Buenos Aires before heading back to DC. 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Thankfully, the lip swelling went down quickly (too bad on a way, I spent all afternoon making up stories that I was going to tell my friends at a party that night about how it happened...) Unfortunately, the knee swelling didn't go down, and my knees still </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-present-future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SbRoBBTsR3I/AAAAAAAASHk/RBDp-G2fI54/s72-c/P3050007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-4384949880148480119</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 19:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T14:59:15.874-05:00</atom:updated><title>Memories....</title><atom:summary type='text'>Some people dislike Facebook, some people love it, some people are indifferent. Until a few days ago, I was pretty much indifferent. Until a friend from Elementary school found me, and through him I reconnected with many other kids that I haven't heard of in 17 years, and always wondered where they were. My dad worked for a state contractor, managing everything related to safety in the workplace.</atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2009/02/memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SZ8LNQF_0oI/AAAAAAAASAQ/rIW1FVnW__0/s72-c/sta+catalina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-1179763594021790422</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T09:06:10.936-05:00</atom:updated><title>American Beauty</title><atom:summary type='text'>My wonderful virtual friend KungFuBlonde, who I hope to meet some day, had this posted on her blog this morning. It was just what I needed today, a nice kick in the nutz: I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches forever, like an ocean of time....for me, it was lying on my back at </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SZA4Ns881iI/AAAAAAAAR78/9pTMG9AnmbA/s72-c/wvlo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-9043221464873618303</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-26T00:34:56.732-05:00</atom:updated><title>Late night reflections</title><atom:summary type='text'>I've been in bed for an hour and can't fall asleep. School starts tomorrow (well, actually today) and with it, a whole lot of worries. Why school causes me such grief and anxiety, I don't know. Only one class this semester, Macroeconomics, and it's supposed to be a relatively easy one, so let's hope for the best. Somehow my mind wants to block everything and hide from everything and everyone. </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-night-reflections.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SX1IqFlyIGI/AAAAAAAAR1A/4wv9_9Mo45A/s72-c/Eeyore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-334851966333847078</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-04T23:45:32.821-05:00</atom:updated><title>Lessons and hopes</title><atom:summary type='text'>Some things I learned in 2008:1. I am not alone. To the contrary, I have a lot of amazingly supportive friends.2. Some people you consider good friends are only around till they get what they want. Don't let them ruin your faith in friendships!3. Swimming rules!4. Skiing rules!5. Stress fractures are not the end of the world - there's more in life than running (but running rules)6. Cars are </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2009/01/lessons-and-hopes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SWGQEAaetzI/AAAAAAAARiE/XVlK7mf2Rmg/s72-c/P1010048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-4001701191745448283</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T13:53:51.411-05:00</atom:updated><title>A December to Remember</title><atom:summary type='text'>December 13 marked the 31st anniversary of my life on this planet. Twenty-one of those years were well-lived in Argentina--six of those in the province of Buenos Aires, six in the small Western mountain town of Lujan de Cuyo, in the province of Mendoza, two in the small Northern border town of Tartagal, in the province of Salta, and seven in the big city of Buenos Aires, capital of Argentina. </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-to-remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SVpiAN991eI/AAAAAAAAROk/m2dAtqV0I74/s72-c/santajinglers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-2436055041236548696</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T11:06:13.044-05:00</atom:updated><title>Busy busy bee....</title><atom:summary type='text'>... big presentation coming up tomorrow (Thursday)... If you think you have fear of public speaking, imagine yourself being a foreign girl working in an industry that is heavily dominated by older white males. As if the accent didn't make me self-conscious enough, I now have a big scar in my chin that nobody really cares about but me that I cannot stop thinking about. So, throughout the entire </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-busy-bee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-751551586005793162</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T12:00:12.713-05:00</atom:updated><title>Thank you for running</title><atom:summary type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-for-running.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-6410003364183091144</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T10:26:59.623-05:00</atom:updated><title>Broken jaw + braces and wires - 12 lbs + fabulous pacer = 10k Personal Record</title><atom:summary type='text'>What, you didn't think that a broken jaw or some metal in my mouth was going to keep me from exercising, did you? Let me provide a little recap here:December 2007 - shin pain begins. Took a few weeks off but pretty much ignored it and continued running.August 2008 - pain increases - stress fracture is diagnosed. Off from running for 8 weeks, cross-training like a shark, learned to swim.October 6,</atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/11/broken-jaw-braces-and-wires-12-lbs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SRtDakVB0zI/AAAAAAAAQOE/nMw0OIPHQPw/s72-c/PB010083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-5466547368832170654</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 13:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-28T09:51:32.967-04:00</atom:updated><title>Recovering</title><atom:summary type='text'> The best part of being healthy is that you come back faster and stronger from a setback. And even with a stress fracture and a broken jaw, I am a lot healthier and in better shape than the average person out there - or so I'd like to think. Needless to say, my recovery from the bicycle accident is going well. My bosses have been very understanding at work, so I was able to work from home a </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/10/recovering.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SQcT3YLKm_I/AAAAAAAAP58/lZ5UWzzQb1c/s72-c/PA250004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-4922801957378003960</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-22T23:40:04.524-04:00</atom:updated><title>Feeling the love</title><atom:summary type='text'>I am inlove.Nope, not a new boy.Nope, not an old boy.Not a girl either.I do love my Salem, but that's not who I'm talking about.I'm talking about my friends. My DC friends. Those friends that I never think about when I say "I have nothing keeping me here". Those friends that are there when I need them most. Here's why I'm thinking that.This Sunday, October 19, at 4:30 pm, I was biking back from </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SP_xt-7LA2I/AAAAAAAAPi0/CSmzqQ0waSs/s72-c/PA210004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-2473399378207157821</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 21:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-16T09:35:11.716-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Maine Adventure</title><atom:summary type='text'>Acadia National Park is, as you can see, an absolutely beautiful, breathtaking place. It blew me away. Again, and again, and again.This past Thursday, I flew into Boston to meet my friend Ivan, and head North through a few miles of New Hampshire and into Maine. We got to Acadia National Park on Friday afternoon, and it was love at first sight. The foliage was at its peak, the combination of lakes</atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-maine-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SPZyyQLwoqI/AAAAAAAAM8M/1kQqePfHWqo/s72-c/PA110085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-2042274056942669502</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 19:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T15:09:18.957-04:00</atom:updated><title>Tri-Lamb Material?</title><atom:summary type='text'>My friend the Goat told me the other day that I was a dork. Or was it geek? I can't remember. All in good fun! So I realized I don't really know what's the difference between dork, nerd, and geek, and decided to take this test to find out. I'm mostly dork and nerd, and only a little bit geeky. See the test and complete results here. I do think the "geekiness" test questions were heavily focused </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/10/tri-lamb-material.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-1251638040435475372</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 19:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-23T15:29:39.984-04:00</atom:updated><title>Spare change, ma'am?</title><atom:summary type='text'>Hearing all the political chat about change in the past few months have made me wonder if that may be what I need in my life as well as what the country needs. But what kind of change? Leaving my current cushy, low-stress, well-paid job for something more challenging, interesting, and less money? Leaving this beautiful city, my nice comfy home, my cheap rent, easy car-free commute, bright office </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/09/spare-change-maam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-2033222912960897283</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-23T15:35:56.672-04:00</atom:updated><title>What I've been up to...</title><atom:summary type='text'>... having fun in Virginia Beach ... boating in the Potomac ...Hiking the Billy Goat Trail </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-ive-been-up-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6o4FPRFBJwA/SNlE5OdgM1I/AAAAAAAAMB4/TW1e5H-TqdQ/s72-c/DSC02926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-3665481148290918827</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-03T11:16:20.590-04:00</atom:updated><title>Japan knows how it's done</title><atom:summary type='text'>See? They make things easier for bicyclists, not harder like, oh, say, Virginia for example, where they make you stop at every intersection and walk your bike! Don't you dare make a car stop for a bike! (although, stopping and accelerating a car burns gas and creates more pollution... hmmmm... interesting thought).Anyway, here's the full Washington Post article about Japan's solution to the </atom:summary><link>http://argentinerocket.blogspot.com/2008/09/japan-knows-how-its-done.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Argentine Rocket)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919429211089649388.post-5364061816127358669</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T14:41:47.246-04:00</atom:updated><title>The weekend in pictures</title><atom:summary type='text'>... 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