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Sharon's Interests
General
Please check out my band's website. Jeremiah Clark writes some of the best lyrics being written today and yesterday and tomorrow too. The Lighter Thieves are starting to be noticed but we need to be noticed more. So if you're looking for the perfect mix of bluegrass, americana, folk, rock and that added spice of something perfect that you didn't even know you were looking for then check out www.myspace.com/jeremiahclarkandthelighterthieves and/or http://www.jeremiahclarkandthelighterthieves.com. I promise that you'll be ecstatic.
Music
in no kinda order: sarah harmer. ray charles. ben harper. Ani Difranco. jason mraz. Judy Garland. jewel. devra- squared. tori amos. joseph schwartz. stephan smith. bob d. alanis morisette for when you're angry. Vivaldi. Mr. Ludwig Van Beetoven. Chopin. Norah Jones for when you want some gold (thanks Anilia). Miles Davis. devon sproule. Really deep Blues and Jazz that travels right to the base of your spine and lives there. The Lighter Thieves. brandi carlile. Greg Brown.radiohead. Panic At The Disco. old U2. George Michael. The Chorus Line soundtrack. Yo-Yo Ma. i have more...can't believe I forgot mr. bruce springsteen... what is the world coming to?
Movies
Half Nelson. American History X. Traffic.Good Will Hunting.Dead Poets Society. American Beauty. Six Feet Under (i know not technically a movie). Little Miss Sunshine. The Fisher King. Gerry. Albert's Thumb. Your Friends and Neighbors.
Television
Books
The Fountainhead might be the best book I have ever come across. It's ridiculously powerful. Ayn Rand has much to say and she says it perfectly.Prozac Nation. Many things Shakespeare including Merchant of Venice and Hamlet. The Phantom Tollbooth- it's a story about a little boy who starts in his bedroom and goes on many metaphorical journeys - It's not just for little kids. Us big ones need it just as much. Dogs of Babel. Various poetry anthologies. I have more.
About me: i'm going to graduate school. it's about freakin time. i hope to become a reading specialist. that's an odd sounding job title. what else? let's see. i write alot. i throw myself into things. or at least i am trying to throw myself into things more than i used to. i ask philosophical questions that often have no answers. i try to ask philosophical questions that often have no answers less than i used to. i believe in finding my own way. why should i do something that's been done before. this process is often incredibly painful and unsuccessful. i believe in never giving up and i always give up. i sit down and get up and cry and get up and sit down and get up every freakin day. i walk alot. i write alot. i believe in wearing comfortable shoes. i believe in purity. i have a vision though i am severly misguided. i believe in greatness and the colors purple and green. i believe in learning from people who know more than i do because they have lived longer. i believe that most people really don't know that much or at least not nearly as much as they would have you believe that they do. i believe that most people fake it on a daily basis. i believe in progress. i believe that time is often an illusion. i believe in illusions. i try to believe in illusions less than i used to. illusions keep me in bed for far too long. i believe in giving more than what you get and trying not to judge people cause as someone in South Africa recently told me and it actually rung true - you never know anyone until you have truly walked in their shoes. i believe in keeping everything i have ever written. i believe in herbal tea. i used to believe in coffee but several months ago my brain was starting to feel like it was about to literally bust open from all of the lunacy running around inside of it and coffee wasn't helping matters any so I said 'fuck coffee' and now i just smell it and leave the tasting to people with less lunacy bulging their skulls open. I believe in chocolate. What else? Me hates when you just meet someone and they tell you everything they believe in and everything they say in the next 30 minutes refutes all of their 'supposed' beliefs. Me hates bullshit. you know - the kind of bullshit that makes you feel like your heart would be better off housing sofa beds or yankee candles and not feelings. Me hates close minded racist fucks. I want to wash their mouths out with soap and cut off all of their pubic hair and then shove it down their throats. Me believes in the power of education. Me believes in children. This is far from exhaustive.
Hi YOU!!!!! I'll stop back by for a visit later. lots and lots and lots to talk about - but I hope you're well and I listened to the new songs and liked em alot. Can't wait to talk to you. Sleep softly, Angie:)
I am sure you read this already- I am just re-emphasizing. Capricorn (December 22-January 19) Here are a few of the improvements I expect you to have accomplished by the end of August: a panoramic view of what's beneath the tip of the iceberg; a more useful relationship with obsession; the cutting of a knot that has tied you up for far too long; the resurrection of a seemingly extinct dream; the beginning of the end of what you love to hate; and hot discussions about the Three Things That Have Rarely or Never Been Talked About.
"I know what you're thinking, punk," hissed Wordy Harry to his new editor, "you're thinking, 'Did he use six superfluous adjectives or only five?' -- and to tell the truth, I forgot myself in all this excitement; but being as this is English, the most powerful language in the world, whose subtle nuances will blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?"
Her name was Miss Understood
she'd sit silently then explode
honestly i never knew the difference
my friends warned me well
but it was hard to tell what they wanted
it was fun to tease and tickle
until she changed her mind
when i lost her it was raining
i feared she just melted away
but i sometimes get postcards,
pictures, and loveyoulots
i sit and read them over and over
pretending she's a thing of the past
i bury them deep in a giant box
and hope that these memories won't last
