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Sylvia Waldman

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About Me

I love to sew. I'm married now. I would like to live by the ocean.

My Interests

I like to use the rest room....and death...

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

I'd like to meet:

almost anybody...

Music:

Rain, hitting a tin roof, like so many bullets.

Movies:

Anything by: Lynch, Burtolucci, Sofia Coppola, Francis Ford-Coppola, Godard, Jean Pierre-Jeunet, Lucas, Harmony Korine, Michel Gondry, Charlie Kaufmen, Cronenberg....

Television:

Stuff about ghosts, serial killers, and seamstress'.

Books:

I know why the caged bird sings, Ariel, war talk, The bell jar, Howl, naked lunch, Coney island of the mind, Do with me what you will, Auntie Mame, Road to wellville, Biography of Edie Sedgwick, breakfast of champions,all the presidents men, The music of words: biography of haruki murakami, roots, catcher in the rye, franny and zooey, cunt, THe beauty myth, eunuch, The year of wonders, celebrate, The divine comedy, birthday letters, fahrenheit 451, welcome to the monkey house, Free, black like me, fast food nation, dude wheres my country, ulysses, portrait of the artist as a young man, love story, lolita, without feathers, the subtereans, anthem, iron johnslaugter house five, girl, interrupted, cometbus, anything by colette or francois sagan, leaves of grass, damned if you do, love in the time of cholera, catch-22, The electric kool-aid acid test.....

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Ira

If I had a million dollars......I would be tempted to pay Ira Glass to read Matt and I bedtime stories.
Posted by Sylvia Waldman on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 07:40:00 PST

captain save-a-ho

What has happened? That single phrase has run through my mind more times than I can count. My entire life, identity, and habits have changed drasticaly in two months time. How does one express the str...
Posted by Sylvia Waldman on Mon, 19 Sep 2005 12:25:00 PST

Queen Anne's Lace

  I consumed an entire french baguette. I spoke with my mouth full, crumbs tumbling down my shirt. I spoke unintelligibly. I was told to ask again when I was finished. We drank beer from colorad...
Posted by Sylvia Waldman on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

papasita

I saw my father for the first time in a long while. An alcoholic emaciated refugee was dancing in my head, He had gone so far. My sister and I stood at his bedroom door and knocked. He gave a y...
Posted by Sylvia Waldman on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST