walking to find good views, making funny noises and eating delicious things to pass the time, learning from the kids, riding off into the sunset, finding new places, like a place to live where i can walk out my door and into a body of water at least 100 days out of the year, trying to make interesting pictures, and writing it all down.
a cat whisperer to soothe my rowdy adolescent destructokitties.
the thing about living in the city is that i don't have my car. the thing about not having my car is that i don't have a portable space within which to sing along to my music very loudly. and that's how i like to do music. so what's a girl to do? i mean i could just pretend that there's not, at any given moment several, several other humans carrying on with their own existences to the left, right, up and down of me, turn on the playlist and just start belting it out.. ok so, admittedly, that's what i'm doing right now. and if my neighbors hear me and think i'm weird, so be it (hell, i have to listen to their bed squeaking all the time, and besides, i am pretty weird). nice to once again be pretending to be a back up singer for: ani, tom waits, neil young, iron
What the ..@%* Do We Know?, Amelie, Napoleon Dynamite, Big Lebowski, Waking Life, Breakfast at Tiffany's and also The Breakfast Club (i like breakfast too), Clerks, Big Fish, Me and You and Everyone We Know, Annie Hall.. so very many more..
we don't hang out too much.
Where the Wild Things Are, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Prison Writings (Leonard Peltier), Stupid White Men, The Lorax, Jitterbug Perfume, Le Petit Prince, The Autobiography of Red
Wendy Ewald (well, some of her work), Augusto Boal, Diane Arbus, elephants, Daniel Johnston, Nini, my mom.