Speeding along mulholland in a vintage MG with the driver's seat on the right while wearing a dance-hall-girl costume and feathers in my hair, hung over and screaming with glee. Fire. Friends. Late nights. Reading'n'writing. My tai chi sword. Getting worked up, then shrugging it off. Being the Goth Martha. Staring at blank canvases. Finally getting around to painting them. Explosions. Absurd sounds and musics. Roman candle wars. Golf-cart fatalities. Wide-swing tremolos.
Some things for which I have an affinity:
What I salvaged from the fire:
Not pictured: one slightly smoky heart.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'" -kerouac...
'All of us contain music & truth, but most of us can't get it out.' --Mark Twain.
anything that reduces me to appreciative silence. and also athalia, bowie, pixies, velvet underground, wrens, the muse, radiohead, shellac, jawbreaker, iron and wine, catherine wheel, dismemberment plan (r.i.p.), soltero, cat power, bad dudes, the rapture, calexico, califone, dulli, son volt, g.b.v., notwist, wilco
I don't really watch many films. I am disenchanted with them.Here is a puppy.
adopt your own virtual pet!
I dig anais, bukowski, kerouac (whose writings taught me, in turn, how to write), dave eggers, tom robbins, ray bradbury, and the sainted hunter s. thompson, may he rest in holy gorgeous madness.
A significant number of my friends.