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Jothika

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About Me

What to know about me...not much of import. (If prompted, though, I can go on at length about some of my favorite stores in the mall: Borders, Aveda, Brookstone, L'Occitane, Macy's, Victoria's Secret...just let me know if you would care to have me elaborate. ;)) I can tell you some of my actual favorite quotes (somewhat longer than fifty characters):

"I really think that three-quarters of it is gibberish. However, I must crush down these thoughts, otherwise the dove of peace will shit on me"--Noel Coward on the poetry of Edith Sewell

"I kept kissing frogs, looking for a prince, and finding only cold, green flesh."--Moll Flanders, from the screenplay, not Defoe's book (I really regret that this one didn't fit in the tagline)

"American Novel: A story in which two people want each other from the beginning but don't get each other until the end of the book.
French Novel: A story in which the two people get together right at the
beginning, but from then until the end of the book they don't want each other any more.
Russian Novel: A story in which the two people don't want each other or get each other--and for 800 pages brood about it."--Erich Maria Remarque

"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be
sorry."--Mark Twain (or Samuel Clemens, what have you)

"Eros seizes and shakes my very soul
like the wind on the mountain
shaking ancient oaks."--Sappho

"Leila alone was satisfied to be born free of man's tyranny, born free of man. She did not realize that imitating man was not being free of him."--Anais Nin, from "The Delta of Venus"

"You have to get women to get women."

"Just because I don't harrass it like some peoples us know don't mean I ain't got religion."--Shug Avery, from "The Color Purple" by Alice Walker

"Solitude is my old friend. I never fear her return."

"What I want to say, querido, is
hunger is not romantic to the hungry.
What I want to say is
fear is not so thrilling if you're the one afraid.
What I want to say is
poverty is not quaint when it's your house you can't escape from.
Decay is not beautiful to the decayed..."--Sandra Cisneros, from "Still Life"

"I can still remember a high school chemistry teacher who asked me why I couldn't be as good as my sister. 'You two eat the same five grains and the same variety of foods, but'--she shook her head while patting mine--'your brain is filled with tofu.'"--Shu-Huei Henrickson, from "Sour Berry Juice"

"Everyone understands hunger, illness, poverty, slavery, and torture. No one understood that at this moment at which she crossed the street with every privilege granted her, of not being hungry, of not being imprisoned or tortured, all these privileges were a subtler form of torture. They were given to her, the house, the complete family, the food, the loves, like a mirage. Given and denied. They were present to the eyes of others who said: 'You are fortunate, ' and invisible to her. Because the anguish, the mysterious poison, corroded all of them, distorted the relationships, blighted the food, haunted the house, installed war where there was no apparent war, torture where there was no sign of instruments, and enemies where there were no enemies to capture and defeat.
Anguish was a voiceless woman screaming in a nightmare."--Anais Nin, "Ladders to Fire"

"I don't have a boyfriend; I have dessert."

"Semper ubi sub ubi!" - Anonymous (As if anyone would take credit for that one! :P)


"Empieza el llanto de la guitarra...[e]s imposible callarla"--Lorca, from "La guitarra"

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone at all; I am not particular...

My Blog

Did it have to go this far to become a "humanitarian crisis"?

I'm glad, as a U.S. taxpayer, that my part of the $91 billion in U.S. aid that Israel has received since 1949 has been used so "effectively."I don't care which side you come down on in the Arab-Israel...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 21:42:00 GMT

The Lost Children

DSHS settles case of boy's death; lawyer asks how state lost trackPlease take a second to read this article, documenting the needless death of a fifteen year old foster boy in Washington state.  After...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Dec 2008 22:20:00 GMT

Me and the mysterious Valentine...

I came home a few days before the big 2/14, to find (not that my stolen doormat had been magically restored), but rather that someone had taken it upon himself (or, to be scrupulously fair, "herself",...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 22:17:00 GMT

R.I.P to my uncle Gyani.

  We just got word this morning that my uncle in Fiji, Gyani Nand, died of heart failure.  My parents tell me that I met him as a young child, but I have no memory of it.  My father ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 23:56:00 GMT

Priceless Poetry Moment...

A little background: I've successfully avoided having to actually read any of my poems aloud since high school, when I first began sending them to publications. My luck ran dry tonight.  I was gu...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 23:01:00 GMT

My response to: "Abortion is the killing of a human soul and should be treated as a crime!"

So when a woman's body decides that she lacks the nutritional resources or overall physical health for a pregnancy and aborts the fetus via a miscarriage, what is that?Our evolutionary biology hasn't ...
Posted by on Wed, 30 May 2007 18:28:00 GMT

Last Sunday

Last Sunday I was visiting my elder sister (my second mother) in Minneapolis.  While she--a finance attorney--was tying up loose ends on a deal at work, I was exploring the park across the street...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 18:45:00 GMT

Good God, can't breathe...

My adolescent crush and I: our love immortalized for the ages! :PThat is the funniest thing I've seen in a good long while; I was squawking like a barnyard animal. :P
Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 14:18:00 GMT

Legend of Mount Pilatus

I was prepared to lose my virginity to a dragon the top of Mt. Pilatus in Helvetica. That is how beautiful the blood sunset was from the mountaintop hotel in the Swiss Alps. The tour guide had teased ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 23:02:00 GMT

Tell a tale of the South...

I remember once hearing in Chemistry class of two boys who ran across of tub of what they thought was hooch. Guzzled it down and learned that they had just partaken of another member of the Alcohol fu...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 19:05:00 GMT