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Harvey

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About Me

Harvey Rabbit has been invited to participate in the CESTA Waste Festival in Tabor, Czech Republic.She is also attempting to tour Europe with her hilarious and poignant one-woman show, "Madge's Box." But she needs money to get her there and keep her going across the sea!You can donate to her travel fund right here! Your donation is 100% tax deductible and you will walk around feeling lighter knowing that you are helping an up and coming artist achieve her dreams. Whether it’s 50 cents or 50 dollars, every little bit helps! span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px;

My Interests

There are some people in this world (like myself) who are boundary pushers. When we do so in our creative endeavors, we are seen as either genius or crazy artist. But art and life often overlap. When boundaries are pushed socially, we have a chance to see what people are made of. Boundaries pushed to a breaking point often create a pinnacle of vulnerability, honesty and unavoidable awkwardness, if only for a moment. Sometimes it is as brief as a flashing of the eye or a tension in the shoulder before the tail is tucked and the flee instinct overcomes or an angry fist is thrust. But the ability to sit with awkwardness, to feel strange and unfitting, is an art. To confront it is an act of bravery. San Franciscans don't like to talk about anything. This city has fear and A.D.D rushing through it like a faultline. It's easy to live inside a shell and never take a true risk with another individual. Hell, a lot of marriages are built on this concept. I spent my adult formative years in a much smaller place. There was never anything to do. We went to rehearsal, smoked reefer, and hiked in the woods. No one had television. Boundaries were pushed out of boredom. We created a society with our own set of rules because there was nothing else to do. I am a little bit like Don Quixote, hopeless and shameless romantic with a thing for windmills and redwoods. I chase a mirage in the distance, the farther away it gets, the more desirable it becomes. It's the chase that keeps the blood flowing in my veins. The chase is a person, an idea, a song or motion, anything really. It is where inspiration lives. Where is my Sancho? Why must I toil through the bracken of night alone?

Music:

Jazz, Blues, Acapella. I have an extended register and a whole lot of soul. Influences include but not limited to: Ella Fitzgerald, Tom Waits, Mance Lipscomb, Duke Ellington, Lauren Hill, Shel Silverstein, Cole Porter, and Tom Jones.

Movies:

Good ones with good stories, Chaplin, Laurel and Hardy, Monty Python, Last Tango in Paris, Harold and Maude

Television:

Kill Your Television! Do it! Now!

Books:

John Irving, Alice Walker, William Styron, J.D. Salinger, J.T. LeRoy, Lynda Barry, Got any suggestions?

Heroes:

Ella Fitzgerald, Gilda Radner, Lucille Ball, John Irving, Bill Shannon

My Blog

Flash Fiction

This is from a writing exercise I got here: http://www.meredithsuewillis.com/writingexercises.htmlcurren tThe first sentence is taken from Zora Neal Hurston's "Their Eyes Were Watching God." The rest ...
Posted by Harvey on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 11:58:00 PST

Mluvite Anglicky?

"Mluvite Anglicky?" (Do you speak English?) I ask people in town over and over again. Mostly I get a shake of the head."Neh." (No) If I am lucky, the response is "Trochu," (a little or "Ano," (Yes.)...
Posted by Harvey on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 10:31:00 PST

Glide Memorial United Methodist Church

Glide Memorial Uniter Methodist Church Mon, June 11, 2007 - 10:00 AMYesterday I went to Glide Memorial United Methodist Church with my aunt, uncle and mother before taking my mom to the airport. Chu...
Posted by Harvey on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 10:11:00 PST

The bees are dying

I wake at 5 amThe bees are dying andI can't tell if I'm lonely or notNo, that's not rightI know I'm lonelyI just can't tell if I mindBecauseIt's obvious I have a hole to fill butit's not the shape of ...
Posted by Harvey on Wed, 16 May 2007 05:11:00 PST

Smart IS Sexy

My score on The Intellectual Sexiness Test:style="font-size:18pt;font-weight:bold;">Hot Tamale/>style="font-size:12pt">(You have an intellectual sexiness factor of 76!)/>You're hot! You've read a lot....
Posted by Harvey on Tue, 15 May 2007 10:48:00 PST

Get Ready! "Madge's Box" is Coming June 5th!

June 5th, 8 pmMama Calizo's Voice Factory1519 Mission Street (between South Van Ness and 11th Street) $10-20 sliding scale (no one turned away for lack of funds) Madge's Box is a sto...
Posted by Harvey on Sat, 12 May 2007 09:53:00 PST

Mission Street at Night

I'm walking home form the dance studio my clown friend is staying at on 14th and Mission. He stayed on my couch for a week and a half before finding this place. We've been flirting and clowning and ...
Posted by Harvey on Thu, 10 May 2007 06:58:00 PST

Blue Lake Haiku

No one locks their doors here.Everyone looks like rain.I make friends quickly.
Posted by Harvey on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 07:02:00 PST

Luck vs. Perserverance

Luck is a 300 pound man who sits on a broken couch with a box of cheetohs and a remote control, watching cable 24-7 for years in a row. He doesn'tgo outside. He cannot get an erection. No one visit...
Posted by Harvey on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:00:00 PST

Yesterday I Cut Off All My Hair

Preparing for travel.Shedding oneself of material things in order to make roomFor growth inside,Sustainable existence and shorter showers.Plus, a sexy new haircut!
Posted by Harvey on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 02:46:00 PST