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a. b. sea

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

“…for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die." "To think and to be fully alive are the same." "LIVING EVERY WEEK LIKE IT’S SHARK WEEK" "i still don’t understand how magnets work."--"it’s like they’re their own little universe." "chow fun: no fun in the dark."

My Interests

fashion history, photography, psychology and sociology, wearing and making dresses, writing, architecture, secrets and stories, ferns and succulents, antique furniture, reading magazines and newspapers, organizing paper, napping, instruments, analyzing every last intention, museums and galleries, performances and shows, baking, wine, single malt scotch, dance parties, walking on my tippie toes but not my tippie-tippie toes, card games, nature, independence and anything nautical....

I'd like to meet:

some individuals who pursue themselves and the world with honesty, sensitivity, courage, and creativity. I’m not just being schmarmy here, I want to meet thinkers, adventurers, proud failures, humble successes -- noble souls.

Music:

is at the heart of who i am. cello and fuzzy organ. everything from twee pop to noise rock. classical to indie .

Movies:

are some of my best friends. bright young things. the secret life of words. weekend. faces.

Television:

channels are evil. but i still love lost. project runway. the house of elliot.

Books:

are some of my favorite hiding places. the dharma bums. the history of love. p&p. short stories. poetry.

Heroes:

without knowing before, i can see in this video that we have the same guitar!!! sm, you're my hero! heros should also know better than to burn my popcorn!... alice temperley, jenny packham, reem acra, monique lhuillier, erdem moralioglu, and the sisters of Rodarte... gorgeous and sustainable?... genius!

My Blog

high desert mountain town.

it'll be hard, because tonight it smells like i live in a mountain town. when i walk to the library or to get ice cream i walk down a quaint narrow tall-shop littered road toward a tourmaline glowing ...
Posted by a. b. sea on Wed, 14 May 2008 01:37:00 PST

just a bit of the cutest thing.

i happened upon this one evening and couldn't stand to keep what delight it gave me from the rest of the world...   "Its never weird if you have the heart to accept free cookies. There needs to b...
Posted by a. b. sea on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 11:35:00 PST

empty panes

all the panes are black, they were gold, they were violet, but now they're cold and silent. that little bulb was dim, now its not, it fills the room, the curtains drop and plume. those tired flame...
Posted by a. b. sea on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 01:00:00 PST

im a product of my family.

tonight my mother said she was a reject cheerleader because there was nothing else to do. her honesty and independence have always inspired me. my stepfather said that a skinny cat is ironic. his...
Posted by a. b. sea on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:10:00 PST

she’s right, there’s nothing simple about the arc of a relationship.

posted: Once again, with Valentine's Day breathing down our necks, we set out on the road to romance, a story told this year in three columns of overheard quotes. First, individuals contemplate imagin...
Posted by a. b. sea on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 12:19:00 PST

are we bad people?

so, some old dude just yelled at me here in the library. my phone rang at a very high volume so everyone turned around. he was particularly upset. startled myself and a bit embarrassed i answered it, ...
Posted by a. b. sea on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 06:17:00 PST

denver sun

Its easy for me to wake up late with the sun so far away. Ill fall asleep on yesterdays paper at least twice before my stomach turns with the fear of loss -- that mystery of fall/winter. I'll wake up,...
Posted by a. b. sea on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 02:51:00 PST

heart rush.

  i can feel my blood pushing around like wild fans with the strange adrenaline of lusty hysteria. its such a small chance. its such a small small thing. but its pounding in my stomach, painting ...
Posted by a. b. sea on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 11:57:00 PST

remembering a summer and that gingers song.

those summer days&I like to close my eyes when I think of them. we'd roll from town to town and those nights we'd play to people we'd never seen before. We'd sleep on roadsides or pass out on st...
Posted by a. b. sea on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 08:00:00 PST

these were a couple of my island ladies...

...and i miss them dearly. (holly, me, zoe and tera in the street in front of la tapa and below the quiet mon. st. john v.i.) you may have to cut and paste. im pretty low-tech. http://viewmorepics.my...
Posted by a. b. sea on Sat, 12 May 2007 12:12:00 PST