Activism, changing the world, living in the woods, listening to poetry, modern art
I pray to the sunbeam from the window - It is pale, thin, straight. Since morning I have been silent, And my heart - is split. The copper on my washstand Has turned green, But the sunbeam plays on it So charmingly. How innocent it is, and simple, In the evening calm, But to me in this deserted temple It's like a golden celebration, And a consolation. ~Anna Akhmatova
Dar williams, Ani, Tori, Bright Eyes, Indigo girls, Nanci Griffith, Le tigre, Bikini Kill, Tracy Chapman, Bitch, Mirah, the Faint
When Harry Met Sally, The Joy Luck Club, Fried Green Tomatoes, Movies in Russia,
The Russian people.