I love when I can look back upon a bittersweet era of my short life and struggle to recall why I can't just say it was sweet. I love my friends. I like to make things - meals, cocktails, art. I love music. I am on the verge of being obcessed with my cat. I named him after the devil in one of my favorite novels, and true to his tag, Woland has provided us with some mysterious disappearings and near death experiences. I really do like to hang out with my family; they are all fun, funny, and weird and I miss my parents more than most 26 somethings. I am passionate to a fault. Affectionate by nature. I don't kill things. I believe everyone needs a seventh chance. I love to learn new things and given the opportunity I am a sponge. I am a vegetarian for life and a friendly haven for the strays of life. I love EVERY vegetable. I am teacher trapped in a Corporate America trainer's body.
Someone who can teach my cat to jog on a leash.
I am feigning for something new but keep finding myself reaching for the same beautiful sounds. I will one day retire Kind of Blue.
The ones that make you ache, long, cry, and shake your head and belly with laughter.
Not a lot.
The Master and Margarita (Bulgakov). Others I have devoured with passion over the years: Love in the Time of Cholera, Love in a Cold Climate, Mother Night, Swami, Rolling Thunder, Amazing Grace (pretty much any work by Kozol), Speak Memory (even his bio could move you to tears), Shaddow of the Wind. In 2007: Amsterdam by Larkin Tom! Yesterday I picked up Pablo Neruda's "The Captain's Verses" and read them twice. The dance of his words made my heart flutter, face flush, tears flow, and I lived his romance through those poems. I have to find more about this Chilean and his muse.
Sparky