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vida muda mulher!

im riding recklessly through a thick and humid jungle,growing anxious with the deep and primal yearn

About Me

unnamed her everytime she was named so she would not be known to anyone even unto herself. undressed her everytime she was dressed so she would not be recognized as anyone other than herself. they blindfolded her and spun her in circles so she would find her way by no other means then her intuition.i stop to feel myself breathe. i am honest and loyal foremost. i change my mind all the time. im scared i won't beable to do everything i want to do. i would rather know then not know. i like waiting 2 days to wash my hair. i like people watching. buying flowers for myself(orchids or lilies.)buying cards and never writing in them. writing letters and never mailing them. i like touching the letters on paper after using a typewriter. i have an obsession with kombucha. traditional mate out of a gourd. riding a bike with no hands. (late night bike riding especially.) i want to feel what i feel after doing vinyasa yoga all the time. i once did a series of painting blindfolded because i wanted to truely paint without any reservations or influence, to really feel without my thoughts. i want to make people feel from something i create. my hands are my life. a creator of all sorts. i make jewelry out of horn and bone. i want to inspire and be inspired. i want to speak 5 different languages before i am 30. i like cooking in a wok and eating with chopsticks. i make my own sushi. oversized coffee mugs. i like taking risks. world traveler. i vow to never stop wanting and never stop learning. if i could have a song on repeat playing in my head constantly it would be Le Femme de Argent, by Air.

My Interests



sassy.love boba tea, tea in general. coffee. poetry. music. music that makes me feel ok about going crazy. dancing. foreign films. obsessed with chopsticks. philosophy. playing piano. i practice nicherin buddhism. chakra theraphy. reki. i am a painter. nudes specifically. plaster molds of my torso. i once made a corset out of dried bread. painting blindfolded. carving avocado pits. contemporary art. europe. naropa. black and white photography. developing film. writing.

I'd like to meet:

maybe a muse? risk takers. travelers. real raw love.

Music:

the unicorns. m. ward. the books. francoiz berut. tv on the radio. maria taylor coco rosie. king crimson is amazing really. ok go. the whitest boy. magnetic fields. ryork stop. belaire. air. aphex twin. aseop rock. brazilian jazz; astrud gilberto. bebel gilberto. sergio mendes. stan getz. jobim. broadcast. massive attack. jets to brazil. pulp. june of 44. tom waits. air. the mars volta. sparta. moby. ghostland observatory. pong. say hi to your mom. mice parade. tricky. mogwai. mum. 4-TET. really old beck. zero 7.theivery corporation. RJD2. common. sage francis. sigor ros. pj harvey. bjork. blonde redhead. red house painters. elliott smith. tortoise. the sea and cake. mr. lif. cloudead. old modest mouse. ugly cassanova. animals of the bible. pavement. stephen malkmus. miles davis. louis armstrong. radiohead. nick drake. wilco. stereo lab. matmos. the talking heads. badly drawn boy. mos def. polyphonic spree. mf doom. LCD soundsystem. atmosphere. metric. hallmark. death cab for cutie. postal service.built to spill. charlotte gainsbourough.sneaker pimps. voxtrot. elliot. led zepplin. pink floyd.

Movies:

Pulp Fiction, Amelie, The Royal Tenenbaums, The Godfather, The Goonies, American Beauty, Lost in Translation, Garden State, I heart Huckabees, Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind, Some Girl...anything with Giovanni Ribisi. Independent film; You and me and everyone we know. What the bleep do we know?. Short Bus.

Television:

my t.v. is an art sculpture.

Books:

anything by Osho. The House of Leaves, The Da Vinchi Code, The Hottest State, Poetry from Ann Waldman or Kenneth Patchen, Sacred Path of the Warrior, anything by Chogyam Trungpa, The Food Revolution, Fast Food Nation, Said the Shotgun to the head- Saul Williams poetry.The Impossible Exchange- Jean Baudrillard. Choke, Blindness, or The Diary- Chuck Palahniuk. Poetry by Pablo Neruda. Love In The Time of Cholera.

Heroes:

my mother

My Blog

flaming lips live

felt like i was tripping, but i wasnt tripping. they are crazy fun.
Posted by vida muda mulher! on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 03:38:00 PST

i saw bjork live

i just saw bjork and she was and is fucking amazing. unbelievable. an artist, not just a singer. i don't think anything will compare.
Posted by vida muda mulher! on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 09:07:00 PST

depression maybe?

i think i am depressed. i think i am afraid of what is reality and what i think or want to reality if that makes any sense. i wonder if i will even show this blog, i always set them to personal diary ...
Posted by vida muda mulher! on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 09:17:00 PST