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Ms. Liner

I am here for Friends

About Me

"Born in Mendocino California, in the year of a who knows when/Opened up her eyes to the tune of an acordion/ Always on the outside of whatever side there was/When they asked her why it had to be that way/Well, she answered, just because."- Bob Dylan talking to Tom Waits on the subject of Sara Liner, Interview Magazine, '83Fickle/loyal. Skittish/Bravish. Sweet/Salty. Liner. This layout was handmade with love by the folks at My space or yours? Go get one!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

David Milch and Ian McShane. People with Jonathan Richman meets Lenny Bruce sensibilities (i.e. big hearts and snappy, revolutionary, hilarious minds.) Potential Scrabble partners. North Carolina. Athens Georgia. Athens Greece. Argentina. Leonard Cohen. The Mooninites. A talking squirrel who will help me with my math homework and accept payment in trailmix. Your dog. Your mom. The Fine Print: I require a message o' introduction before I will consider adding you as a friend- that is, assuming we don't know each other in real life.

My Blog

Professor Brothers Prisoner Christmas

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0HvxAHV4zQ
Posted by on Wed, 24 Dec 2008 16:16:00 GMT

My Celebrity Look-alikes

MyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celebrity - Collage - Morph
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 00:56:00 GMT

Quadruple Haiku for a Friend

I wrote a letter to an old friend today. I decided to write it in haiku form, for as long as it took to say what I needed to say: Listen Blah-blah Blah*It has been three long years sinceI have seen yo...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 14:25:00 GMT

My Letter to the Editor...

Here is the link to an incredibly inane article about the new "Urbane Tomboy" (women who shockingly eschew stilettos for converse, make up for a clean face, and how they against all odds, maintain ha...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 04:05:00 GMT

When your dreams cease to be strange.

For whatever reason lately, my dreams have been talking sense to me.Here are a few scenes that have returned to me during my waking hours. 1) A friend, now twelve years gone, died all over again. Let...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 22:03:00 GMT

It’s not you, it’s me.

To my Fleshies (those I actually know in the flesh, i.e. live and in person.) It occurred to me around an hour ago (1:22AM)., when I was checking my personal emailz for the first time since getting up...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 02:55:00 GMT

you cannot leave the subject line blank

I was thinking about looking up instructionson how to reverse or resolvethe urge to run when faced finally with the prospect of all those thingsI've wantedall those things for which I prayedhow not to...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 03:30:00 GMT

On Arriving in Brooklyn or: Vegas Dave Hits the big 3-0, a letter to home

Dear California-On the way to the Oakland airport on Saturday Raj and I were singing to each other, in the way we do, the PiƱa Colada song our tune template. "If you like Saturday morning traffic/Drin...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 15:51:00 GMT

Night of 1000 spiders

It is my last night here at Mills for awhile. I am watching spider after spider climb the wall next to my bed. They're all kinds of different varietals, from tiny to alarmingly huge (well, at least as...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 03:31:00 GMT

The Random things Research Will Unearth

This post is mainly for the benefit of my brother and mom, since most of you don't know my pops. In researching the establishment of Israel as a state for a paper I am writing, I was reading a wi...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 20:01:00 GMT