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zadi

Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick...

About Me

“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is sign on as its accomplice.”

My Interests

technology, new media, editing, directing, writing, filmmaking

I'd like to meet:

creative/chill peeps.
(specifically: badasses, poets, geeks, nerds, technophiles, videobloggers, playwrights, filmmakers, bohemians, artists, quiet revolutionaries, soft spoken loudmouths, well-adjusted neurotics, genius rebels, world changers, mad prophets, and pickle eating skydivers.)
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Music:

bob marley, jimi hendrix, james taylor, billy joel, sting, coldplay, mos def, buena vista social club, de la soul, tribe called quest

Movies:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, I Heart Huckabees, Donnie Darko, Harry Potter, LOTR, Office Space, The Neverending Story, Legend, Labyrinth, Clash of the Titans

Television:

The Office, Star Wars (original series), Star Trek (original series), Entourage, Sesame Street

Books:

the alchemist, the giving tree, letters to a young poet, the stand, death of a salesman, harry potter series, anything written by: garcia marquez, blake, lorca, neruda, langston hughes, august wilson

Heroes:

Superman... it's complicated.

My Blog

exodo (poem)

exodocaminamos, buscandotesoros de mielnuestra piel sudandodolores de profetasfalladosen suenos pasadospreguntas encarceladosin respuestasni sentidopero seguimoscaminando...
Posted by zadi on Thu, 04 May 2006 12:07:00 PST

I'm Jan Brady?

You Are Jan BradyBrainy and a little introverted, you tend to think life is a lot worse than it actually is.And while you may think you're a little goofy looking, most people consider you to be a majo...
Posted by zadi on Tue, 02 May 2006 12:52:00 PST

Argh! I've been targhed! I mean tagged...

The first player of this game starts with the "6 things/habits about yourself". People who get tagged need to write a blog of their 6 habits/things, as well as state the rules clearly. At the end you...
Posted by zadi on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 04:36:00 PST

Where dandelions grow& (poem)

Where dandelions growbelow, in my alley gardenof soiled diapers and fliesempty bottles of rumand Spanish news, months oldbroken clothes pins and recordsof homeland bolerospigeons dance to the drumof r...
Posted by zadi on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 11:06:00 PST

I'm missing NY today... (poem)

THE FIVE POINTSI The LandfillWe all sink betweenthis convergence of drunken tenements,shifting sleepily into half-livesof arms and legs entangled in soiled sheets.Tomorrow they will hang wrung, surr...
Posted by zadi on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 10:19:00 PST

I used to be a poet. (poem)

can I still speak poetically?an itch of tonguetickling syllables slideawaythe corners of entry and exitparched skin, living papyrusetched with a thousand small momentsmeant to have been spoken (or yel...
Posted by zadi on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 09:44:00 PST