not buying things, just going places.
trying to figure out what god's like.
food, plants, people.
feelings and what to do with them.
death and illness.
zines, how we talk to one another, how we really learn.
conversations, letters, laughing.
bees
flowers
god
soap
goats
ants
culture
learning
feminism
gender
sex
sexuality
art
religion
cemeteries
Vedanta
Holy Mother Sarada Devi
daydreaming
friendship
experiments
vegetables
letters
thick stationary
meaning
listening
waiting
maps
childlessness
travel
Berkeley, California
Portland, Oregon
Wales
fruit
noodles
vegan Japanese
Indian food
Mexican food
people
truth
beauty
Day of the Dead
ceremonies
ritual
incense
peace
actual cats
They Might Be Giants
Virginia Woolf
garlic
child development
adult development
trees
the moon
the desert
succulents
ideas of illness
human rights
poverty
socialism
anarchy
sleep
dreams
I belong to the Sri Sarada Mahila Samiti of Northern California .
Old friends, new friends. Zine-makers, artists, locals. Anyone who has time for me or will make time for me.
Good listeners, people who do what they say they will, people who are adventuresome about food and like intimacy.
Kind-hearted readers, people who didn't stop growing up when they grew up. If you're not really smart, I'm not really interested.
Lambs in sheep's clothing. Lambs in wolf's clothing. Goats are good too.
friendship application
They Might Be Giants, The Smiths, Morrissey, Innocence Mission, Antony and the Johnsons, David Bowie, Bach, The Sundays, Sufjan Stevens, Sviatoslav Richter, the Hindu devotional music that I sing in choir
unknowns with a lot of heart, singing in the shower, singing in the grocery store, people who make music at night instead of watching TV together
Here's my To Be Heard pile.
* Rabbit Fur Coat by Jenny Lewis
* Vauxhall and I by Morrissey
* Your Arsenal by Morrissey
* They Got Lost by They Might Be Giants
I would like to invite you to make me a tape or CD and contribute to my musical education. But it might take me one year to listen to it.
Movies either bore me or overwhelm me. It's rare to find one that does neither.The last movie I saw was a documentary about astronomer John Dobson and his cosmology--it's called A Sidewalk Astronomer.
TV has no place in my life.
There are about 40 zines in my To Be Read zine pile. I did too many trades.
But here's a list of some all-time favorite books.
* Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens
* No Other Life by Gary Young
* Toast by Nigel Slater
* The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf
* Anna Karenina by Tolstoy
* Cherie by Colette
* The Haunted Pool by George Sand
* Grapefruit by Yoko Ono
* Cathleen Tramutolo's trailer park stories.
I like non-fiction about gender and sexuality. I read a lot of blogs.
my husband for being supremely patient and pure of heart, repeating to me over and over the things I need to hear, and giving me everything beyond the bounds of what seems to be human capability
cows for being beautiful and entirely themselves while giving us their milk and bodies for such thankless consumption
Holy Mother for the steadfastness of her transformative love
Frida Kahlo for being the best painter ever and giving us all the example of how to be deeply ourselves
those who do something heartfelt that culture can't approve or understand, braving the glares and confusion of others
true lovers everywhere