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About Me

"How can I tell you, that I love you... I love you. I long to tell you, that I'm always thinking of you. I'm always thinking of you. But I can't find the right words to say..."
I red
art!
poets
lemurs
accents
driving
Packers
hair dye
grappling
ballerinos
love songs
baby steps
spelunking
bright eyes
folk singers
fanny packs
love nibbles
philandering
slow dancing
daydreaming
tomato paste
fresh laundry
loud laughter
sleep walking
hugs & kisses
black & white
rabbi shmuley
stupid awards
exterminators
faux fireplaces
time magazine
boisterousness
father christmas
letters.... not bills
the squid-did-diddly
cream cheese wantons
books, books, & books
lip gloss and coffee cups
coors light & grapefruit juice
I X waiting
racism/ racists
redneck hicks
judgement
ignorance
loud people with nothing to say
break-ups
stalkers
stale chips
shallow kids
irresponsible parents
crying over nothing
real tomatoes
bad habits
good habits
angry eyes
What Beatle are you?

John Lennon
You enjoy poetry, painting & a fine wine. A lover not a fighter.

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My Interests

Photography, Swing Dancing (I can swing both ways), Psychology, Writing, Painting, Sketching, Drawing, Music, Politics, Making bags and other fun accesories, Living life to the fullest, Men (that are not assholes), dancing in public places for kicks, playing in the rain at 2:00 am, staying up all night just to watch the sunrise, singing really loudly in the confines of a car, going to parks at all hours of the night, causing a ruckus, and most importantly making sure everyone is having a good time. And, I love Diane Arbus's photography.

I'd like to meet:

1. Liberals
2. Cosmonauts
3. Magic Bean Buyers
4. Victims of Insomnia
5. Dancing Fools
6. A Sign of Intelligence
7. Buddhists
8. Champions
9. Happy-Go-Luckies
10. Adventurers


And anyone who loves this song:

BRIGHT EYES
"Going For the Gold"

There's a voice on the phone
telling what had happened,
some kind of confusion
more like a disaster.
And it wondered how you were left unaffected,
but you had no knowledge.
No, the chemicals covered you.
So a jury was formed
as more liquor was poured.
No need for conviction,
they're not thirsting for justice.
But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head.
I found out I was guilty.
I found out I was guilty.
But I won't be around for the sentencing,
cause I'm leaving
on the next airplane.
And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify they seem adequate to fill up my time.
But if I could talk to myself
like I was someone else,
well then maybe I could take your advice,
and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time.
There's a film on the wall,
makes the people look small
who are sitting beside it,
all consumed in the drama.
They must return to their lives once the hero has died.
They will drive to the office
stopping somewhere for coffee,
where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene,
dispensing their wisdom,
Oh dear amateur orators.
They will detail their pain
In some standard refrain.
They will recite their sadness
Like it's some kind of contest.
Well, if it is, I think I am winning it,
All beaming with confidence
as I make my final lap.
The gold medal gleams
so hang it around my neck
cause I am deserving it:
the champion of idiots.
But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha.
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin.
Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her,
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie

And anyone who fancies this....

the boys i mean are not refined
by: e.e. cummings
the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance

Music:

To name a few...Aquabats..Bright Eyes..Death Cab..Michael Jackson..Johnny Cash..Janis Joplin..Jimi Hendrix..The Cure..Hot Hot Heat..Sublime..Op. Ivy..Smashing Pumpkins..Rancid..Copeland..Postal Service..Early November..Modest Mouse..Thursday..Phantom Planet..Dead Milkmen..Fishbone..Less Than Jake..MxPx..Bob Dylan..The Doors..The Living End..Franz Ferdinand..Codename: Rocky..Reel Big Fish..The Beatles..Blondie..Nat King Cole..Dead Kennedys..The Eagle..Deftones..Incubus..Green Day..Marvin Gaye..Voodoo Glow Skulls..The Slackers..Dropkick Murphys..Mad Caddies..Elton John..Gary Jules..Madness..Cyndi Lauper..The Specials..Bob Marley..Mighty Mighty Bosstones..Rilo Kiley..The Shins..Ozamatli..Ozma..QUEEN!..Rage Against the Machine..Save Ferris..Sean Paul..No Doubt..James Taylor.. Swing music in general..The Wallflowers..The Vandals..The Toasters..Elvis Costello..The Smiths..International Noise Conspiracy..System of a Down..The Steve Miller Band..Slightly Stoopid..The Mars Volta..Common Rider..Social Distortion..The Skatalites..The Violent Femmes..Psychodelic Furs..Outkast..The Clash..WHAM! (just kidding)..Billy Idol..Stray Cats..Beach Boys..Barry Manilow..N.E.R.D..Snoop Dogg..Irie Beats..Cat Stevens..Simon and Garfunkel..Tears for Fears..Harry Chapin..Joan Baez..Joni Mitchell..Routine Riot..Louis Armstrong..Squirrel Nut Zippers..Etta James..Ella Fitzgerald..Cherry Poppin Daddies..311..For Pete's Sake..Run DMC..Sugarhill Gang..George Clinton..Naughty by Nature..Train..Matchbox 20..Heart..Joan Jett..Buck-O-Nine..Coldplay..The Cranberries..Garbage..The Get Up Kid..The Riddlin Kids..Goldfinger..Good Riddance.. Ben Harper..Millencolin..Home Grown..JFC..The Hippos..NOFX..TSOL..Pennywise..Bad Religion..Showoff..Staind..Swingin Utters..Skankin Pickle..Yeah Yeah Yeahs..Alkaline Trio..Strike Anywhere..Nirvana..Saves the Day..Buddy Holly..Frank Sinatra..Miles Davis..Duke Ellington..The Streets..Jurassic 5..Jack Johnson..Kimya Dawson..The Moldy Peaches..Two Gallants..Adam Green..Bloc Party..Cat Power..David Bowie..The Decemberists..Flogging Molly..Imogen Heap..Horse the Band..Immortal Technique..Iron and Wine..Meatloaf..Nouvelle Vague..Panic! At the Disco..Patsy Cline..Peaches..Satori..Ryan Adams..Son, Ambulance..Tegan and Sara..Tenacious D..The Unicorns..

Movies:

Alice In Wonderland, Garden State, Eternal Sunshine, Dead Alive, Session 9, Donnie Darko, SLC Punk, Say Anything, Better Off Dead, America's Sweethearts, Hi Fidelity, Anything with John Cusack, Evil Dead 1 & 2, Army of Darkness, Groundhog Day, Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Pretty In Pink, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Swing Kids, The Sweetest Thing, Amelie........ so many more.

Television:

30 Days, Project Runway, Family Guy, Keeping Up Appearances, MXC, Simpsons, The Wonder Years, Freaks and Geeks, Sex and the City, and The Iron Chef

Books:

Anything by: Sandra Cisneros, Oscar Wilde, Michael Moore, Neil Simon, Albert Camus, Arthur Nerssesian, Lewis Carroll, Arthur Rimbaud, Maya Angelou, Dylan Thomas, Walt Whitman, Bob Dylan, Robert Frost, Jane Green, Al Franken..... etc etc.

Heroes:

Bruce Campbell, John Lennon, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan, My Mom, Maya Angelou, Che Guevara, Conor Oberst, and Spiro

My Blog

Dedicated to a Saint

I know that i haven't written anything in a while. Maybe I have lacked inspiration. I felt the need to write something today and, I suppose it speaks for itself.... This old red house on top of this h...
Posted by at the bottom of everything... on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:36:00 PST

The Moving Dilemma....

So.... I have to decide soon... what is it that I want to do with my life. I feel as if I am at a point where I just want to break free and start all over again as if the last three years of my life h...
Posted by at the bottom of everything... on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 09:25:00 PST

More Observations from a Reliable Soul...

As always, I have no reason to write this, other than to settle some debts with the demons in my head. Sometimes the thoughts I have are so large or so loud, it is hard to keep them in. I had a wonder...
Posted by at the bottom of everything... on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 12:28:00 PST

Strange Irony in regards to Communication.

I had a rather strange epiphany today while at work. I made the observation that I sit at my desk all day, in a little room, locked away from everyone. I don't really communicate with any customers. M...
Posted by at the bottom of everything... on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 11:03:00 PST

More reflections on death and other things...

I know most people wonder what will happen when they die. Will I go to Heaven? Is there such a thing? Will I be reincarnated into a llama at a North Africa petting zoo? Will I simply decompose in the ...
Posted by at the bottom of everything... on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 01:29:00 PST

The creation of our terror....

The creation of the nuclear weapon. Man killing man with seemingly advanced technology. We are the intellects because we made it first and we used it to dominate. Nations wiping out entire nations wit...
Posted by at the bottom of everything... on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:03:00 PST

I shouldn't have to....

I shouldn't have to tell you to apologize, you should know you did wrong.I shouldn't have to feel bad for speaking my mind, you should know you had it coming. I shouldn't have to sit here wondering if...
Posted by at the bottom of everything... on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 01:07:00 PST

A Lack of Sophistry...

This one is dedicated to my nearest and dearest friends.... the ones that stay up late to watch the sunrise, laugh about raping Father Christmas, go on adventures, tell me I'm "more beautiful, more in...
Posted by at the bottom of everything... on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 08:48:00 PST

You might have seen this coming...

Most say I love too easily, give my heart away for a quarter when it's really priceless. And maybe most people are right. I do love. I get hurt. I fall down. I cry sometimes. But I never regret it. I ...
Posted by at the bottom of everything... on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 05:21:00 PST

In response to death... and other observations

I was sitting here thinking... muttering in the infinite that is my mind and I was thinking so hard and for so long that I completely lost my place. I came to and felt as if no time had passed and, ye...
Posted by at the bottom of everything... on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 07:47:00 PST