Music that makes your booty shake, your heart break or your toes tap. Pop Favs: Pitty, Sing, Keane, Metric, Ladytron, The Cardigans, Massive Attack, Everything But the Girl, Cat Power, Eurythmics, Sade, Tom Waits, Portishead, Zero 7, Sarah McLaughlin, Dido, Romantics, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Al Green, Isley Brothers, Theivery Corp, Kevin Hills, Maktub, Reggie Watts, Pretenders, Concrete Blonde, Pixies, Radiohead, Madonna, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, Bjork, Joss Stone, Lisa Shaw, Nina Simone, Etta James, Charles Webster.
Way way too much to think about or list...
Movies
Lost in Translation, Adaptation, When Harry Met Sally, Rubin & Ed, Life is Beautiful, The Cook The Theif His Wife and Her Lover, There's Something About Mary, Kill Bill, Zoolander, American Pie, Real Genius, Say Anything
Television
Trashy VH1 celebrity shows (the trashier the better), Mad TV, Sex and the City
Books
Atlas Shrugged, Love Love Love, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Dune, Underworld, Ladders to Fire, Necromancer, Rules of the Wild, Spin State, Fraud, Altered Carbon, The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress, Naked
About me: troubled times, these. somehow it seems the earth has changed form. somehow we didn't notice. hazily, we were round, fecund, dangerous and yes luminescent. we were. we were ivy and rotting and birthing and fucking. we were. there are those of us still who hear, those who tear the fabric back insistently. those who remember the way it used to be, who infiltrate the sleeping amongst us who siren call in whispers "remember!" ah yes the earth... she has changed her form. now metallic fabrics and painted faces. somehow with our vast technology our revolutions, our fortitutions we didn't notice. how can this be? globally blindsighted. and now this round fecund ball is oblong and moonshined and drifting. did we lose her? it's true she speaks only to a few. and those who speak her are heralded lunatic. we are a peculiar breed. but there is a peeling, a desperate cloying peeling. it's global. i feel it. a cloying clamouring peeling in binary form, a peeling back of code and owed and lines towed. i am certain it was a harpy outside my window yesterday. some deep round fecund part of me awoke before my sleepy hollows and caffeine filled limbs. that part of me woke, slipped through the ether of keys and data and instant psychic access and joined her on the boughs. it came later as a dream, or perhaps a soggy flash website... even oblong and obsolete she has not acceded defeat. we are of the team that conjures her form. collaborators of a dark gossamer fetal state. we wait. we wait. we wait
Who I'd like to meet: free thinking, compassionate, edgy sassy people who aren't afraid to be themselves.
Please take a look at my gallery. Images are by Wyoming Telford Photography.
I have decided...it has been way too damn long since I have seen you..are you heading back to wa anytime soon? we need to get together and tear up the town...kinda like old times(minus the TP)...my husband was asking who you were...He just laughed his ass off at some of our old stories...lol I miss ya girl! what I would give to be 14 again!
I'm sorry I am so terrible at keeping in touch..Life keeps happening...I hope you are well drop me a line and let me know what is new in the world of Wyoming!
