in no specific order: skim, no foam lattes. medium blue ball point pens. midnight phone calls. large bodies of water. early morning jogs. autumn. windows open - always. handwritten letters. the company of strangers and random insightful conversation. aimless roadtrips. solitude. taebo. dabke anytime, anywhere - literally. baby giggles and children generally. photography. travel. literature that tickles the brain. daisies. london, england. 3oood. weeping willows. driving through pre-fajr fog/dew. vanity fair. pastels and sketch pencils. sleep. magazine-ad-collages. the spoken word and the written word. argeela. maybe.. just maybe YOU. salsa - the dance, not so much the food. theories of conflict. religion. philosophy. green tea & honey. words that are bold enough to shake your perceptions of reality. music that moves. finally - travel. travel. travel... but some people say you have to let your soul fly free just until your feet can. until then, this nomad sits anxious....
anyone with a story. artists, thinkers, smokers, philosophizers, treehuggers, peacemakers, coffee drinkers are so more then welcome....
really. anything and everything. sometimes you want to move and sometimes you want to BE moved....
babel. volvaire. bad education. speak to her.(anything by almodovar..) paradise now. pans labrynth. sliding doors. butterfly effect.... and of course anything less intense, girlie and dramatic :)
is mindnumbing.
conference of the books-the search for beauty in islam. khalil gibrans prophet. from beirut to jerusalem. autobio of m.x. fall on your knees. anything by paulo coelho. kite runner, picture of dorian gray.