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About Me

mixed messages

i find the beat. Optimism suits me. i journal. my heart is on my sleeve. i want to go camping more often. my version of heaven is an epic novel filled with exploration and challenge. This is Chapter Two.
Even the perpetual spinning motion of the Earth
Gravity pulling me toward an unseen core
A rock centered on keeping me grounded
Cannot prevent this mind from soaring into matter

My Interests

stop-motion animation, film, erogenous zones, brushing my teeth, 1:1.618, philathropy & misanthropy, androgyny, passion, photography, spray paint, homeless people, meteorological phenomena, campfires, altered states of consciousness, sensory deprivation

I'd like to meet:

I like meeting people because there are so many of them.

Music:

Music that makes me move.
Funk, Hip-Hop, Reggae, Indie Rock, New Folk, Foreign Rock/Alternative, Soul

Movies:

Movies that make me think.
American Beauty, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Animatrix, Y Tu Mama Tambien, Pulp Fiction, Harold & Maude, Amelie, Fight Club, The Big Lebowski, Persepolis

Television:

Shows that make me laugh.
The Simpsons, Family Guy, The Office, Pushing Daisies, The Daily Show/Colbert Report

Books:

Books that let me live.
Anything Steinbeck or Hemmingway, The Catcher in the Rye, The Bluest Eye, Middlesex, The Last True Story I'll Ever Tell, The Things They Carried, Naked, New Kings of Nonfiction

Heroes:

My mother, Martin Luther King, Jr., Frida Kahlo, Thom Yorke

My Blog

days of expectation

-i still hope that one day you'll call me up and say you're sorry and want to be my friend again. -two sour birthday suits in a row? my next birthday will be better.-when your director has told you n...
Posted by Sarah Beth on Wed, 28 May 2008 09:31:00 PST

garlic keys fucking in bed

where to begin? long entry to follow: 1) my breath tastes like garlic. 2) i haven't typed on my computer in so long the keys feel foreign. 3) god, i am fucking lonely. (and i have no on...
Posted by Sarah Beth on Wed, 21 May 2008 01:31:00 PST

reminiscence

words are vomit.i've been feeling a wave of reminiscence lately... though not nostalgia. an uncontrollable urge to read old journal entries, letters to and from pen-pals, instant messenger conv...
Posted by Sarah Beth on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 11:29:00 PST

4 years ago

4 years ago, the boy whom I gave my virginity to, the first boy that I ever fell in love with, the boy who completely used me and broke my heart leaving me with the greatest romantic pain I had ever (...
Posted by Sarah Beth on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 02:27:00 PST

5 dramatic categories

categories for tonight’s blog:1) sobriety2) brotherly love3) reciprocity4) attractive service workers5) saving graces1) it’s a sensitive topic... among alcoholics. it is worthwhile v...
Posted by Sarah Beth on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 03:32:00 PST

45 minutes before we’re 1 hour ahead

tonight, a couple sitting at the bar of the cyprus room, had their first kiss. tonight, they will have sex for all humanity.i thank them for instilling hope... and for getting things done.
Posted by Sarah Beth on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 01:17:00 PST

a verbal corpse - maybe not so exquisite

By Maya, Jake & Sarah One day, an animal, of unrealized species, was crawling thru an abandoned tunnel. It found human remains buried underneath of what seemed to be an a...
Posted by Sarah Beth on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 05:23:00 PST

the way animating makes me feel

over lunch a few days ago, a fellow young animator said to me, "you've been animating a lot lately."i animated almost every day last week. "you seem happier when you're animating."yup.later he s...
Posted by Sarah Beth on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 11:21:00 PST

The Promise, the Consummation, and the Rebuttal - a poem

The Promise, the Consummation, and the Rebuttal Pulsing funk rhythms Move calves the size of baby cows While iron lungs belt whispers of smoke Pads of feet lack tread, similarly, Sour patches...
Posted by Sarah Beth on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 12:06:00 PST

love in the time of email

funny how one little message, it's arrival anxiously yet temporarily doted upon then eventually forced into the background of the immediate, can still have tremendous potency once it has arrived....
Posted by Sarah Beth on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 03:19:00 PST