i am a rock : i am an island.
((dance through it.))
cinnamon rolls, and magazines.
mental telepathy, libraries (i think writing "radical" here is redundant!), mail art, mixtape surgery, making things people usually buy, calculus, the metric system, destroying the right wing OR SOMETHING, foreign currency, the collective unconscious, polaroid photography (as visual art AND as literature. ask me how!!), fixing my old-timey bike i found in the alley, re-learning ballet to the point where i discontinue sucking at it, "profiteering" as profanity, "shiny" as an exposition of joy, learning to care for cats, discovering whether there truly is such a thing as an obligate carnivore (i am currently weighing my dedication to veganism against my desire to not kill my cat), feminist theory maybe ("theory" tends to anger me), kicking the ass of the s.a.t., contemplating whether it is worth separating the message from the medium versus chucking the whole damn system (see: revenge), healthcare not warfare, revenge.
malcolm reynolds (if by "meet" you mean "do"), browncoats, bluestockings, street medics, kittens, acrobats and astronauts, girls with no secrets, fans of the oxford comma, theoretical physicists, mathemagicians, digital archivalists, luddites, engine hearts, college graduates, high school dropouts, vegans, neighbors, people with convictions, prospective members of crew kick ass.
wendy.
and patti smith, always always patti smith, my role model of emotional exhibitionism.
indigogirlsfavoritebandever, amy amy amy ray!!!, bonfire madigan, mos def, bruce springsteen even though he makes me uncomfortable, lucinda williams, jenny lewis/rilo kiley, françoise hardy, katie the pest, PATRICK WOLF, michelle malone, god-des, close but not quite, cruiserweight, team dresch, the smiths (including patti and bessie and the ones with s.p.morrissey and etc.), tribe 8, joni mitchell, ripley caine/goldman, danielle howle, the long parade to the graveyard, katastrophe, three dollar bill, andrea bunch, vetiver, kinnie starr, jean grae, lipkandy, nightwish, leonard cohen, the ellen james society, the breeders, the streets, missy elliott, emilie autumn, queen adreena, r.e.m., rainer maria, tom waits, yoko kanno/seatbelts, rasputina, the devil is electric, the weakerthans.
broadly; crazy, messed-up stories about gay people in difficult situations. somehow, i'm certain sylvia plath and i would have had the same cinematic tastes. what does this mean for my future life and happiness?
currently a bit of; gangster no. 1, the station agent, head on (gegen die wand), being john malkovich. just some things i have seen recently. and SERENITY always! especially at midnight! with nerds! i sort of want to see volver, which is playing now.
DOCTOR WHO.
lately i have been reading a lot of science books and cramming disposable s.a.t. knowledge into my head, but aside from that, er...the handmaid's tale by margaret atwood, the dispossessed by ursula k. leguin, the beauty myth by naomi wolf (i was less than impressed, actually), naked by david sedaris, loving in the war years by cherrie moraga (still one of my favorite books ever), the god of small things by arundhati roy. my reading list is woefully un-updated. i am sort of reading fat is a feminist issue by susie orbach now, but only sort of.
you are my joan of arc and my amelia earhart.