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mag_pi

wherever you find me, that's where i'll be...

About Me

32 year old recovering-catholic-irish-mutt-pseudo-adult who is feeling a bit crooked. in spite of the V8...

Seattle's Reply, recited by Joseph Campbell


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My Interests

Alphabetizing, Backgammon, Cultivation, Dark chocolate/beer/humor, Eating (the spicier, the better), Food (hot... Hot... HOT!!!), Gustation, "Hail Caesar"... salad, Intelligence (best measured by the sense of humor), Joviality, Kitsch, Language, Mingling, NPR, Old Leghumper porter, Pink lady apples, Quick wits, Reading/writing (though not 'rithmetic-ing), Spices, Theatre, Unexpected fireworks, Voyages, Walking home from work, Xanthum gum, Yo+ga/gurt/gi bear, Zeppelin

I'd like to meet:

on here? smart/goofy people who do not send messages like, "i want to suck your toes, then read you poetry."

Music:

led zeppelin, morphine, traffic, cream, ani difranco, moody blues, portishead, cat stevens, bjork, fiona apple, csn(&y), sade, janis joplin, sondheim from the 70’s/80’s, ben folds, tragically hip

Movies:

harold & maude, being there, fight club, the red violin, muriel’s wedding, bliss, being john malkovich, strictly ballroom, boogie nights, crash, supersize me, memento, bad education, dot the i, dazed and confused, run lola run, kundun, the usual suspects, trainspotting, drowning mona, priscilla queen of the desert, adaptation, spanking the monkey, bitter moon, best in show, frailty, jacob's ladder, shallow grave

Television:

dog whisperer!!!

Books:

barbara kingsolver (prodigal summer, the bean trees), bill bryson (a walk in the woods, a short history of nearly everything), flannery o’connor, michael pollan (botany of desire), jay ingram (the velocity of honey), o. henry, arundhati roy (the god of small things), ogden nash, language reference books (dictionary of cultural literacy, the superior person’s book of words, anything re: literary allusions/etymology, etc…)

Heroes:

anyone who performs acts of benevolence anonymously... by that definition, i don't know who my heroes are : )

My Blog

revermurated

gary oldman stood at the doorway, a bit fidgety. he looked right at me as though i knew him and blurted, "i feel revermurated!" i nodded & smiled, pretending to know what he was talking about all ...
Posted by mag_pi on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 05:22:00 PST

shard

as i sip from the purple goblet i recall... the bubbles rose as the water descended. a glass of wine and a book. the phone rang. late. at that point unexpected. a flash of metal reminiscent of blood a...
Posted by mag_pi on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 09:26:00 PST

seasons of seasons

i've been chided for having lazy fingers so i'm forcing this one out... actually i'm cheating because these are simply anecdotes i've relayed in real life recently. i always thought the word was antec...
Posted by mag_pi on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 10:12:00 PST

Boxing

The garage had always been Dad's domain.  Everything under his jurisdiction was painted with gray primer; tool bench, broom handles, floor, walls... hell, even the ceiling.  The cheerless h...
Posted by mag_pi on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 09:28:00 PST

the burning bed...

sleep. i'm good at sleep. i've perfected it, really. and as a connoisseur of slumber i have a bed chamber to be envied; devoid of distractions like a telephone, tv, computer, etc.; the mission style b...
Posted by mag_pi on Sun, 26 Mar 2006 09:51:00 PST

ave caesar, morituri te salutant

i have recently been described as a fatalist: my first sunday morning thought forever being, "i don't want to go to school/work tomorrow," with the damn "60 minutes" clock droning in my head all da...
Posted by mag_pi on Thu, 16 Mar 2006 07:10:00 PST

I DO know how to shift... key, that is

Parabulia* by Possum How does a girl catch a possum or two in an unset mousetrap? By not trying, apparently. The mousetrap was buried and forgotten but she knew the creature was lurking in the shadow...
Posted by mag_pi on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 04:37:00 PST

hans solo

he was not my first and may not have been the best. but he's the one against whom i measure all others since. he is my favorite. his large hands smelled of smoke & he rarely talked - he calmed me...
Posted by mag_pi on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 08:34:00 PST

exposing toes...

i cannot sleep with socks on. freaks me out. feet too hot. kick them off (socks, not feet). i was talking with a woman this week about footy-pajamas. she loved them. my mom had to cut the feet off min...
Posted by mag_pi on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 10:59:00 PST

no man here to snake my drains...

& so i had to buy drano. my basement floor could have served as a dinner platter when i moved in. i would no longer advise this practice. its a little scary cuz the water draining from the washer is...
Posted by mag_pi on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 08:20:00 PST