Gnosticism, street food, wandering, mountains, bicycles, loved ones, gardens, oceans, dreams, cooking, forgiving, humanity, reincarnation, Lazarus, violence, hands, color, smells, walking, letting go, and goats. I really love goats... baby ones... with soft little goat lips.
Music
Presently: Erik Satie, Olivier Messiaen, Chet Baker, Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire, Ella Fitzgerald, Department of Eagles, Sergei Prokofiev, Current 93, Jesu, Aram Khatchaturian, Minsk, Billie Holiday, Charles Mingus, Lily Allen, Leonard Cohen, Lee Hazlewood & Nancy Sinatra, La Roux, Death in June, Tenhi, Daniel Higgs, and as always, Neil Young.
Movies
Presently: Cobra Verde, Damnation, Fanny and Alexander, Tampopo, Time of the Wolf, Holy Mountain, Once, The Planet Earth Series, and Les Diaboliques.
Television
Please invite me over for Shark Week. I will bring snacks. I promise.
Books
A couple days ago I dozed off on BART and lost my copy of Anna Karenina by: Leo Tolstoy I was reading, just finished Devdas by: Saratchandra Chattopadhyah, re-cracked the cover to Blood Meridian by: Cormac McCarthy, have been secretly reading a self-help book (shh, don't tell anyone) about how we are conditioned to ruthlessly batter ourselves and why that is, have taken a three month break form a book dissecting the relationship between Indian Feminism & Western Philosophy, and have a Gabriel Garcia Marquez short story book by my bed waiting to me molested.
About me: One day I will sit a top a mountain. I will watch the waves ripple & glisten gold. Roses will be tucked into my braids & my daughter will be beside me. Her back will be strong like mine. We will not flinch anymore. Our hearts will be pregnant with love--light as feathers we will float away.
Who I'd like to meet: I still dream of the safe place in the arms of my mother and the cuddle silk nightgown she use to wear. For its smell and texture between my index finger and thumb are still home. I still imagine myself running through damp grass... barefoot, in a floral Easter dress surrounded by forsythia, azaleas, and cherry trees. Running in circles with my sisters as the intoxicating smell of smashed persimmons made its way to our noses. With great gates of crepe myrtle pertecting us--we could dance, & sing, & play.
yo little little person. when are you coming or are you already here over on this side? tell me tell me and ill see if i can get a cheap ticket and meet up with you somewhere. sweetpants!
hey Laura i am booking a ticket to san francisco for the first week of augost planning to stay 2 months can u please send me a message with your phone number? i am so excited mate
I hope you're doing well. Will you be in town when we're out that way around July 2nd/3rd? Would be awesome to get some good veggie grub, catch up on road warrior stories, etc
Gnosticism, street food, wandering, mountains, bicycles, loved ones, gardens, oceans, dreams, cooking, forgiving, humanity, reincarnation, Lazarus, violence, hands, color, smells, walking, letting go, and goats. I really love goats... baby ones... with soft little goat lips.
One day I will sit a top a mountain. I will watch the waves ripple & glisten gold. Roses will be tucked into my braids & my daughter will be beside me. Her back will be strong like mine. We will not flinch anymore. Our hearts will be pregnant with love--light as feathers we will float away.
I still dream of the safe place in the arms of my mother and the cuddle silk nightgown she use to wear. For its smell and texture between my index finger and thumb are still home. I still imagine myself running through damp grass... barefoot, in a floral Easter dress surrounded by forsythia, azaleas, and cherry trees. Running in circles with my sisters as the intoxicating smell of smashed persimmons made its way to our noses. With great gates of crepe myrtle pertecting us--we could dance, & sing, & play.
