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About Me

In the moment before I die I will see the picnic table in the park where I read and Orlando watches the squirrels. The sun will be out only when the wind reveals it through the clouds and I will be drinking an orange mango nantucket nectar. I will recall an evening conversation with my mother, telephonically. The distance between us becoming irrelevant as we volley the post office line that would never end and the frustration over bills and progress. The cell phone minutes will creep by, the sun will set, and I will say good-bye until tomorrow. Orlando and I will slowly make our way down 2nd avenue back to our one room mansion four floors above the never sleeping streets strewn with an occasional prostitute, lovers kissing their departure away until next time, or a bicycle messenger flattened under a taxi tire. I will look around the house and think, tomorrow I should really throw half of everything I own away. Orlando will move the covers around the bed until he is nestled in a hole slightly smaller than himself. I will crawl in next to him, lean up against the blue fun fur walls with a magazine, Discover, National Geographic, or Blue Planet, and begin reading it from start to finish.

My Interests

I love to dance! and photography, travel, firsts, environmental consciousness, pinup girls, abandoned buildings, backroads of Oregon, ideal climate control, watermelon jolly ranchers, asian studies, common sense, ecotourism, acquiring a higher quality of life, teaching

I'd like to meet:

my downstairs neighbor

Music:

adult, arcade fire, beach boys, b.bragg, bright eyes, broadcast, cocteau twins, cranes, dead wrestlers, dis, faint, frank sinatra, elefant, k's choice, fischerspooner, fbible heroes, g. hayes, gorillaz, gossip, iron + wine, Iz, jace wayne, joy electric, killers, libertines, leona naess, neil diamond, new order, nina, norway, patty griffin, paul bascomb, postal service, ray charles, royskopp, sixths, snowpatrol, spoon, starsailor, sun kil moon, tegan&sara, wedding present, wilco

Movies:

kung-fu chopping, spies that combat gravity, plots, good dialogue, conceptual, beautiful cinematography, quirky kind of funny, and kick ass women ie. City of Lost Children, Hero, Pi, Twin Falls Idaho, Titus, Memento, Fight Club, Zentropa, Crouching Tiger, Elizabeth, Adaptation, Private Eyes, Clue, Amelie, Chocolat, James Bond and Jackie Chan

Television:

M.A.S.H., cowboy bebop, Northern Exposure, Scrubs, West Wing, Gilmore Girls, and CSI

Books:

Madame Mao, Dreamed of a Walled City, Isis Unveiled, Orlando, The Once and Future King, Tom Robbins, Douglas Coupland, Margaret Atwood, B. Kingsolver, Sun Tzu, Noam Chomsky, How to Disappear Completely, Alexander McCall Smith, A Trip to the Stars

Heroes:

My Brother, Elizabeth I, the monster in Frankenstein, Alice Paul, and of course truth-seeking wonderwoman

My Blog

Aina

I watch as the sea churns another soul has landed upon the shores, no boat in sight, no ice-cold coconut to save the day. They must have taken a wrong turn to end up here, so lonely and chicken skinn...
Posted by Ded on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 04:03:00 PST

street debris

The wind blew you in, with the old newspapers and the food wrappers from peoples last meal. I was ready to walk on through. Not look for the pocket money someone might have spilt. A crack in th...
Posted by Ded on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

spell now

Yesterday I learned the power of the smile, the curiosity it inflicts and the contagious effects. I also learned the way I love you can begin to fail, not quite make the mark. It seems hollow and p...
Posted by Ded on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

hay is for horses, honking is annoying

Hay is for Horses, Honking is Geese We have all suffered through it, whether you are one of those late night junkies driving around in circles looking for a place to park your car so the street swe...
Posted by Ded on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

insomnia

When I lay my head down at night I can feel my breath slowly leaving my chest cavity and my heart drowns out the sound of the streets below.
Posted by Ded on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

threads

Playing with the hem you found a loose thread and unraveled my skin. As it falls around my ankles I blush with shame, do you like what you see?
Posted by Ded on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

scents of spring

I wish that I had a book that could walk me through the next scene. A book that I could go back and reread to consume a sense of whether this heroine is a victim, whether she deserves any kind of sup...
Posted by Ded on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST