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Meredith's Interests
General
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If you've become a radiation mutant with a deformed hand, remember to close the window. No one wants to see that shit.
Music
..Tori Amos. Elliott Smith. A Sunny Day in Glasgow. Blind Melon. Tricky. Massive Attack. Fiona Apple. The Shins. Weezer. Portishead. Liz Phair. Violent Femmes. Old-school Smashing Pumpkins & Radiohead. Dandy Warhols. The Beta Band. Feist. Mew. Kudzu Wish. Death Cab for Cutie. The Postal Service. Duncan Sheik. Nirvana. Aimee Mann. Modest Mouse. Badly Drawn Boy. Ben Harper. Gillian Welch. REM. Damien Rice. Beth Orton. Ted Leo & The Pharmacists. Joshua Radin. Toad the Wet Sprocket. Luscious Jackson. Bjork. And many, many others.
Dissolved Girl by Massive Attack (Sara Jay)
Shame, such a shame. I think I kind of lost myself again. Day, yesterday. Really should be leaving but I stay. Say, say my name. I need a little love to ease the pain, I need a little love to ease the pain. It's easy to remember when it came. 'Cause it feels like I've been, I've been here before. You are not my savior but I still don't go. Feels like something that I've done before. I could fake it but I still want more. Fade, made to fade. Passion's overrated anyway. Say, say my name. I need a little love to ease the pain. I need a little love to ease the pain. It's easy to remember when it came. 'Cause it feels like I've been, I've been here before. You are not my savior but I still don't go, oh, it feels like something that I've done before. I could fake it but I still want more, oh.
Star Mile by Joshua Radin
Oh doubt in the girl by your side. She’s feeding your pride as you go for a ride down the Star Mile. Worlds arise as she lets you come in. A duo begins to the Hollywood Inn of the lonely. And all the gold dust in her eyes won’t reform into rain. You hadn’t lost the one thing you kept in a safe place. Remember the face of the girl who had made you her own and how you left her alone. All’s well at the base of the hill. You might need to fill a prescription to kill off the silence. Look down from your tower on high and take in the night. Look her right in the eye...She’ll listen. Life goes to those that are true. The regular news over playing the blues with the light on. And all the gold dust in her eyes won’t reform into rain. You hadn’t lost the one thing you kept in a safe place. Remember the face of the girl who had made you her own and how you left her alone. And if you burn the road that’ll lead you back to her in time. I watch you turn to stone. You can’t find the sunlight. She’s moving on without you. The tide breaks, you watch the stars fade. They gather you back to their home. I guess it’s better than being alone.
..Depends on my mood. Lately I like Garden State, The Prestige, Stranger than Fiction, the 40-Year-Old Virgin, Little Miss Sunshine, Pan's Labyrinth, and whatever else I happen upon at 6 am when I get home from work.
Television
..I watch House every Tuesday. Also Sex and the City DVDs, Family Guy, Six Feet Under DVDs, gross medical shows and geeky science-y stuff, Eddie Izzard DVDs, MSCL DVDs...and whatever else is on, although sometimes I go for days without it. Currently I have no cable. I exist in the Stone Age of bunny ears. Or is that the Iron Age?
Books
..Sometimes I like mindless and totally implausible bloodgutsmurder books, but I also read a lot of Neil Gaiman, science non-fiction, and alternative religion or eastern philosophy books. Books on crystals and metaphysical shit. Christopher Moore, Paulo Coehlo, Chuck Palahniuk, The Brothers Grimm, David Sedaris, many others. Books about yoga. I like to mix it up and read random stuff, too. Oh, I also do a shit-ton of crossword puzzles. Check out goodreads.com if you wanna. It's, you know...people...who read.
Heroes
..They're not really heroes, but I like people who say "Please" and "Thank You." And people who give a little wave when you let them in front of you in traffic.
About me: "I brought you flours." Stranger Than Fiction
Me: Mildly erratic, sometimes caustic. Always ruminating and often in pain. Looking for answers and finding more questions. Grounded in the earth and her wonderous creations. Cleansed by her waters, her trees, her air, her minerals, her fire. I'm a sponge. I drink in information on subjects great and small. I love being loved. I do things for people that make them smile even if they don't know it was me. Sometimes they don't understand my reasons, and sometimes that hurts me. I'm a friend of faeries. I know many. I find it easier to help others than to help myself. Entranced by the music of the ones that I love, even when they are not singing. Sometimes I have to be alone to hear their true voices. I have a dragon's spirit. I occasionally hurt the people I care about most, but would rather break my own heart than someone else's. I'm a neurotic perfectionist mess... a Virgo through and through. I am a pill-popper and a holistic healer. An introvert who tries to be an extrovert. I love to see children smile when I have had the honor to help them escape the pain of what they did not deserve. I feel saddened to my soul but right in helping a creature's irrevocable suffering end. I know life is precarious but sometimes I forget it or ignore it. Hedonistic and selfish. I let my emotions rule my actions but find it difficult to give up on people. I'm a sarcastic, acerbic cynic with an uncrushable belief in the potential for people to be good. I'm a weaver of threads both physical and supernatural. I have a longing to be the hundredth monkey. I am a child with faults and flaws and truth and value and virtue.
"For we are the ones we have been waiting for." Prophecy of the Hopi Elders
The Stones by Robert Simmons & Daniel Deardorff
The stones are always circling Her, tumbled under ocean waves. They've gazed upon Her star white face and danced the night moon tides away. The stones are echoing Her name--in deep rock veins they chant and tell of rushing streams and hollow hills, the blessed darkness of Her dark womb. The stones all listen to Her song--harp strings touched by wind and rain from Heaven's arc to Earth's deep core--in life's great web, each note a strand. The stones are borne from the Earth--ancient sacral gown of jewels--and as they wake our vision sparks. A prismal glimpse of She who comes.
Who I'd like to meet: People. With brains. I have low standards nowadays.
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I'm so sorry I never called you back!!! Things have been so crazy! Plus, I somehow missed your number. I know that I had it at some point. When are you coming back to us?
Mer, A poptart is a microcosm of life, sustaining millions of life forms on a daily basis, a rainforest is all sweet and crunchy and yummy, with a gushy filling... ;^)
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If you've become a radiation mutant with a deformed hand, remember to close the window. No one wants to see that shit.
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