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mayamol

I'm done with forwards. Watch out cause I'm moving outwards.

About Me

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I like stuff. yeah for stuff. I like change and untraditional traditions. I like to travel and leave pieces of my heart everywhere I've been so I can find my way back, you know, in case I get lost. I do things cause my body tells me to. I say things cause my heart tells me to. and I question things because my mind tells me to. I believe in threes: that corn belongs on the cob; that drivers should always use their blinkers; and that dreaming is wasted on the sleeping.

My Interests

travelling even when Im standing still, asking questions without any need for their answers, reading poems that just dont sound as good outside my head, fitting my trumpet into other people's music, making art that shows me a little bit more about the world, hugging my dog to find grounding and love, learning/teaching/reading/writing, working for social justice, making strangers laugh in passing, riding my bike without a destination, drinking whiskey just to make toasts, making toasts so that I may drink whiskey, learning how to love in a liberatory way, driving while I scream song lyrics at the top of my lungs, doing as much shit that scares me as possible while not being stupid....you know stupid's underrated. bring on the stupid. smart is for jerks.

I'd like to meet:

folks that believe in the power of belief, and people who choose wakefulness and anybody who can remind me that there is a whole lot of stuff I don't know in this world, and then can help me to know it. oh yeah and people who move through the world at a similar speed as me, and then those who know how to make me slow the fuck down.

Music:

here's whats been on my musical loop: antony & the johnsons, jay jay johanson, the moldy peaches, sufjan stevens, tunng, paul baribeau, the whomping willows, Otis Redding, spoon, coco rosie, architecture in helsinki, feist, juana molina, van morrison, Hall & Oates, Jackie Opel, the finches, Styx, Meatloaf, FOREIGNER, Lionel Richie, magnetic fields, clap your hands say yeah, etta james, the mountain goats, bobby darin, the weakerthans, JOURNEY, damien rice, the killers, O Haste Annihilation, matt & kim, Against Me!, old schoool bright eyes. emooooooooooooo...and god bless the mix tape.

Movies:

juno, little ms. sunshine, the 40 year old virgen, pan's labrinth, walking and talking, when harry met sally, amelie, knocked up, children of men, serenity, stranger than fiction, finding nemo, the sword and the stone, most things animated, especially when I can sing along...

Television:

I used to hate tv. now I find I like it. but only in big spurts of guilty pleasure, typically mixed in with family/avoidingthefamily time. here's what I'll admit to watching: Dexter and Lost. other things i think about watching/watch when i need to melt my brain: ugly betty, heros, greys anatomy...damn it. i dont even own a tv.

Books:

the golden compass trilogy, a wrinkle in time/swiftly tilting planet/all l'engle books, joseph campbell books, paulo freire, conversations with god, the tale of desperaux, rilke, gatto books, diary of frida kahlo, the god of small things, khalil gibran, aftermath, blink, tipping point

Heroes:

Tarkan Dinckan, Paulo Freire, Eleanor Duckworth, Maxine Greene, Ema Hookie Love Mutt Turtlebaum Gat, Lars Din, Bill Ayers, Desperaux, Ambrose Redmoon, The Entire Dinckan Family, Arundhati Roy, John Taylor Gatto, Abigail Mason, Jarrod Ballou, Harriet Clark, Frieda Kahlo, Kerri Ann Dick, Martin Luther King Jr., Jon Stewart, Joseph Campbell, raz, shani, golan, roman, Malcolm X, Simone Lessac Chenen, Rob Hyde, Jason Tompkins, Arthur Dove, Kimmie Turnbull, Don Quijote, mi familia, Katie DeWitt, greg & maggie, a little bit of most people I meet...

My Blog

Epilogue

Those blessed structures, plot and rhyme--why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not recalled?I hear the noise of my own voice:The painter's vision is not a lens, it tremble...
Posted by mayamol on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 03:13:00 PST

I am running into a new year

and the old years blow back like a wind that I catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what I said to myself about myself when I was sixteen and ...
Posted by mayamol on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 05:14:00 PST

(my first editorial for the school paper to be in print April 30!)

Hate Happened Here By Maya Gat A few weeks ago I was listening to a guest lecturer lead a seminar on what we know about how babies learn based on how they move. The power point presentation turne...
Posted by mayamol on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 11:03:00 PST

Balances

in lifeone is alwaysbalancinglike we juggle our mothersagainst our fathersor one teacheragainst another(only to balance our grade average)3 grains of saltto one ounce truthour sweet black essenceor th...
Posted by mayamol on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 02:32:00 PST

the rawness of a broken heart...

"Sometimes this broken heart gives birth to anxiety and panic, sometimes to anger, resentment, and blame.  But under the hardness of that armor there is the tenderness of genuine sadness.  T...
Posted by mayamol on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 08:55:00 PST

on writing...

"So when I'm writing, I am trying to move myself, or impress myself, or prevent myself from getting bored and walking away--in the faith that, if I succeed in this, the writing will have some equivale...
Posted by mayamol on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 05:41:00 PST

A Dream of Trees

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,A quiet house, some green and modest acresA little way from every troubling town,A little way from factories, schools, laments.I would have time, I thought...
Posted by mayamol on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 07:37:00 PST

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.Tell me about desp...
Posted by mayamol on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 03:33:00 PST

The poem that took the place of a mountain

There it was, word for word,The poem that took the place of a mountain.He breathed its oxygen,Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table.It reminded him how he had neededA place to go to i...
Posted by mayamol on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 03:29:00 PST

sweet darkness

when your eyes are tiredthe world is tired also.when your vision has goneno part of the world can find you.time to go into the darkwhere the night has eyesto recognize its own.there you can be sureyou...
Posted by mayamol on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 10:57:00 PST