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Kedric

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About Me

Writers can't write about themselves—it's the law—so I'll let a former lover/former dancer/current big time T.V. and movie writer do it for me....which is probably even more egocentric, but whatever...and she wrote this a couple of years ago. Your results may vary."You are—I might have run out of appropriate adjectives to describe what you are, but I will give it another shot—You are brilliant and twisted and wise and beautiful. You are honorable and witty and dirty and passionate. You are the kindest man I have ever known. You are this amazing person that deserves a street named after them. You say the most cleverly retarded things. You carry around so much interesting but useless information. You are solid and strange and I love you for not rolling your eyes at me whenever I talk. I wish I was everything I wanted to be so that I could feel like I was enough for you. Or I wish I was less than what I am so that we could just talk about you all the time."

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I went out into the hall and leaned over the banister, just enough to see without being seen. She was still on the stairs, now she reached the landing, and the ragbag colors of her hair, tawny streaks, strands of albino-blond and yellow, caught the hall light. It was a warm evening, nearly summer, and she wore a slim cool black dress, black sandals, a pearl choker. For all her chic thinness, she had an almost breakfast-cereal air of health, a soap and lemon cleanness, a rough pink darkening in the cheeks. Her mouth was large, her nose upturned. A pair of dark glasses blotted out her eyes. It was a face beyond childhood, yet this side of belonging to a woman. I thought her anywhere between sixteen and thirty; as it turned out, she was shy two months of her nineteenth birthday.Breakfast at Tiffany's

My Blog

The O Man

A few quotes from Obama"We should be more modest in our belief that we can impose democracy on a country through military force. In the past, it has been movements for freedom from within tyrannical r...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 07:55:00 GMT

a poem

MEDITATIONS AT LAGUNITASRobert Haas All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking. The idea, for example, that each particular erases the luminous clarity o...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 07:43:00 GMT

On Blondes

A favorite California writer, Raymond Chandler, on different types of blondes:There are blondes and there are blondes and it is almost a joke word nowadays. All blondes have their points, except perha...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 09:25:00 GMT

Eric!

I don't really see what people see in this Natalie Portman kid. A lot of people are obsessed over her, right? Like my friend Eric. So this is for you--some stuff you might not have seen. Her first aud...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 18:18:00 GMT

I thought we were an autonomous collective...

I adore this. Always will. I can still picture that clever Justine reciting it from memory. Her postition now is that it was just a trick--a gimmick, she called it rather-- designed to amuse her paren...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 15:52:00 GMT

Dangerous Sensations

"Great writers are either husbands or lovers. Some writers supply the solid virtues of a husband: reliability, intelligibility, generosity, decency. There are other writers in whom one prizes the gift...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 07:10:00 GMT

I Too Am a Bit Untamed....walt's world

(Thanks E, and I can wish this was mine, but of course it's excerpts from Walt Whitman)There was never any more inception than there is now,Nor any more youth or age than there is now,And will never b...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 21:07:00 GMT

The Last Taboo

Whenever a taboo is broken, something good happens,something vitalizing. Taboos after all are only hangovers, the productof diseased minds, you might say, of fearsome people who hadn't thecourage to l...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 15:06:00 GMT