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About Me

no one gets between me and my caffeine. my blood pressure rises to dangerous levels when people type "u" instead of "you". do not test me on this unless you want to see me on a stretcher.
i am constantly fighting the urge to flee. if i could leave now, i would go to mexico city, scotland, dubai, morocco and seattle. then, tanzania and moscow. afterwards, i would set up camp with an airstream trailer somewhere in the middle of nowhere, but an hour or less from a natural food store. homegirl has to have her organic produce, healthy snacks and critter-friendly toothpaste.
i fall down on my knees for beautiful landscapes. my home at present is a cityscape close to the glistening east river, somewhere between warehouses, sewage treatment plants and piledrivers. but my blood still brims with desert visions, colorado air, the pacific oceanscape, and northwestern skies.
the only constants in my life thus far are glass telephone pole insulators and brilliant women friends. music is a language i am and always have been learning to speak. writing is my true love, though sometimes i have been known to neglect her.

My Interests

the written word. fingertip callouses. wanderlust. springtime in london. joshua tree national park. new york cityscapes. colorado mountainscapes.

flamenco. foreign tongues. i've dreamt in russian, italian, spanish, french and german, to name a few. next up, arabic.

majda, my soul sister and co-pilot. my sweet grey cat who sleeps in the crook of my arm.

I'd like to meet:

anyone with the patience to teach me photography... and/or arabic, geman, portuguese, russian. someone who will speak italian with me, and/or help me bring my spanish back up to date.

Music:

johnny cash. concrete blonde. johnette napolitano. pj harvey. the clash. the cramps. joan jett. clem snide. eef barzelay. the verve. u2. yeah yeah yeahs. nina simone. social distortion. fugazi. the ramones. patti smith. trans am. the kills. the pretenders. joy division. jeff buckley. sonic youth. iggy pop/the stooges. hooverphonic. the rattlesnakes. velvet underground. bikini kill. sex pistols. puracane. mazzy star. bjork. carmen linares. charles mingus. nick cave. richard ashcroft. the doves. martina topley bird. cat stevens. natacha atlas. sleater-kinney. massive attack. tricky. the pixies. digable planets. dj shadow. gore gore girls. the church. gemma hayes. black rebel motorcycle club. satanicide. x. lucinda williams. suede. david bowie. fleetwood mac.

Movies:

born into brothels. the party's over. water. sex and lucia. me, you & everybody we know. the station agent. gattaca. malena. instrument. before sunset.

Television:

black books. freaks and geeks. spaced. the mighty boosh. dr. who.

Books:

ariel dorfman, joy harjo, audre lorde, sandra cisneros, pablo neruda, salman rushdie, diana abu-jaber, milan kundera, charles bukowski, leonard cohen, sherman alexie, zadie smith, jack kerouac.

Heroes:

The firemen who tried to help me save a kitty.

My Blog

exhaustion

exhaustion. it hangs on me, weighs on my eyelids like a million leaden midget trolls. i fight it, but the odds are not on my side in this fluorescent windowless inferno where i pass each weekday of my...
Posted by jill on Thu, 08 May 2008 10:00:00 PST

Ecuador

So, Ecuador. Pictures of my adventure can be found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jillkitchen I hope to post a video at some point of Mr. Ecuador 2006 (well featured in my photos) singing on the b...
Posted by jill on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 06:39:00 PST

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a rock, rough and spiked, stabs at her feet. tears of salt splash at ankles and bare, bruised feet, swollen with sun and callouses of sand. orange fire dips into the crash of sea as she wonders at o...
Posted by jill on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 02:07:00 PST

Power

Because if you haven't yet read it, you should. Power The difference between poetry and rhetoricis beingready to killyourselfinstead of your children.I am trapped on a desert of raw gun...
Posted by jill on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 09:29:00 PST

Somewhere between Brooklyn and Morningside Heights

My days are spent drifting between Brooklyn and Morningside Heights, the not-so-gentle tug of the commute between home and work that involves one bus and three subway trains. I gave up the high blood ...
Posted by jill on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 10:40:00 PST

molecules

things change, molecules shift, but the energy is still the same. my life flutters from one extreme to the next, yet i am still the same frustrated seventeen year-old girl beneath this thirty-o...
Posted by jill on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 08:59:00 PST

the movement of spring...

april. a month of rootlessness, of crossing oceans and great lakes. of spring weather waking these insides, shaking off the cruelty of winter, red and purple tulips singing outside my brooklyn window....
Posted by jill on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 11:02:00 PST

tough company

(by charles bukowski)poems like gunslingerssit around andshoot holes in my windowschew on my toilet paperread the race resultstake the phone off thehook.poems like gunslingersask mewhat the hell my ga...
Posted by jill on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 10:26:00 PST

a snow roof...

today i journeyed to tribeca to lay in bed with my sister and her kitties, to coo over the growth of my beautiful nephew, jackson. his eyes take in the world with surprise and wonder, the new york cit...
Posted by jill on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 06:35:00 PST

a flurry of activity

silence. one a.m. the church bell chimes, once, down manhattan avenue. the moon is somewhere above the orange globe of street light outside my window. my cat sits next to me, calmly watching. my body ...
Posted by jill on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 10:19:00 PST