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Bolte

this mess ain't gonna fix itself!

About Me

I grew up a broke-ass dirty kid on the south side of St Louis city. Reared from a pseudo-hippie cover band singer by night - public school teacher by day mother and a crazy vietnam veteran traveling electrician father. Divorced and hating each other by the time I was 11, my parents were too preoccupied with either belting out bad top 40 songs at cheesy bars with fat asses smashed into sequin dresses, or diverting the days Nam spell by way of one-hits and river boat casinos, to notice me being brainfucked. I left high school at 16 to pursue my career as a fucked up lush and dope fiend, while taking night classes at the community college in photography. At 19 I decided to give up the aforementioned lush career on account of my deteriorating liver overwhelming self-loathing. I ran far far away from misery (spelled missouri) and went to alaska where I met this tall lanky guy with a fuzzy red mohawk who sold me a zine about his life. Consequently I fell deeply in love and stalked him online for a year before he invited me to Pensacola to live with him. Then later the two of us moved to Seattle where we've lived happily ever after.Now I am successfully taking pictures and doing other cool stuff for a living. You love me and want to support my projects.

My Interests

photography
veganism
straight edge
feminism
justice
writing
zines
film
punk
noise
daydreams
dyslexia
lego

I'd like to meet:

xvx

Music:

I hate music. I love noise.

Movies:

Movies I helped make:

Jerkbeast
June and July
The Rambler
Little Farm
Tragedy of Emily & Daniel

Television:

No!

Books:

Yes!

Heroes:

carl sagan

My Blog

Twenty O Seven

I think its about time we knock it off with the Two Thousand AND Seven speak and adopt the Twenty O Seven instead. It'll be more obvious and accepted in three years when Twenty Ten becomes easier to s...
Posted by rebecca on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 12:45:00 PST

The Wanting, Not The Having

As I flip though the pages of the faceless glossy, I am filled with a quite desperation, a confused complacency, a sad desire. Slick and sexualized, made up and perfectly torn down, the girls on the p...
Posted by rebecca on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 11:14:00 PST

Groce Out SCORE!!

The Grocery Outlet ("gross out" for short) on Rainier Ave is your typical budget grocery selling overstocked or "slightly imperfect" food stuffs to the poor and degenerates of South Seattle. The shelv...
Posted by rebecca on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 06:55:00 PST

The Period pt II

I have excruciating periods. They are so bad, that even though I get them every month, every month I am taken a back by the pain. Evey month I think "this can't be natural." Due to matter of fact way...
Posted by rebecca on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 10:34:00 PST

Life Ain't No Bitch

Life ain't a bitch. You just call her that because she don't give it up so easy. Maybe you're just an asshole who never learned to treat her right. 
Posted by rebecca on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 02:07:00 PST

The Period pt.I

The day was average, the st. louis drama, and the mind numbing boredom that we professed lead us to watch the Lion King at the Avalon dollar theater and drop what we thought was acid, but was really t...
Posted by rebecca on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 08:07:00 PST

moonlight

The Moonlight Cafe in Seattle is my new favorite restaurant. It's vietnamese food with separate vegan and meat menus. Rex and I took his parents there the other day, and it was amazing. The wait staff...
Posted by rebecca on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 06:24:00 PST

10 useless things

  Birth control pills give me migraine headaches I obsessively pick at my cuticles Currently I weigh 139.4 lbs My favorite Dr. Seuss story is Horton Hears a Who When I was in 3rd grade I almost...
Posted by rebecca on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 05:52:00 PST

screw the 4th of U-Lie

My building is just across the street from an airfield used for courier planes, private airlines, and military fighter jets. The sun is setting a beautiful pink clouded sunset. Loud planes a...
Posted by rebecca on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 10:38:00 PST

sobriety gave me back my dreams

All these years I just thought I didn't dream. Maybe once in a great while I would wake up with a sensation or an image as if I had dreamt that night. I would try desperately to hold on to it, to reme...
Posted by rebecca on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 08:00:00 PST