noli me tangere

About Me

Lost. Most days, I roam around in a zombie-like state. Crushed. Sometimes I see things in black & white and sometimes in technicolor. Perceptive. A pessimistic cloud of deja vu constantly follows. Jaded. Floating in a pool of electrified water. Numb. Living in a crazy world. Indifferent. Wants to believe. Cynical. Poignantly haunting dreams that become reality. Tormented. Slapped around by reality. Resilient. Sometimes gets into trouble. Curious. Observes the positive within the negative. Optimistic. Increased level of activity at night. Nocturnal. Ventures out on occasion. Elusive. Experiences melancholy bliss. Bittersweet.

My Interests

People. Grape cotton candy. A connection. Yoga. Vinyl. Strawberry flavored popcorn. Randomness. Symmetry. Crops. T. Richardson. Lush imagery. Immunotherapy. Engaging conversations. Comfortable silences. Cold, starry nights. Balmy evenings. Overcast days. Warm hands. Possibilities. Cold, cotton sheets. Espresso with lemon. A cup tea. Daydreaming. Ikebana. Complexity. Simplicity. Quirkiness. Running away. Flashes of inspiration. Equations. Dull razors. Surgery. Parallelism. T.B. Shave ice. Coincidences. Scars. A reclusive's world. Cracked sidewalks. Walking at 4am. Rusty things. Lounging in bed. Graveyards. Organ donation. Details. Environmental control measures. Mochi. Volcanos. Surf Boards. Textbooks. Snapshots. Mentalness. Paprika. Vespas. Mom's tofu burgers. Trees.

I'd like to meet:

Other insomniacs. The face behind the lens. Risk-takers. Dream-makers. Nerds. Silly people. Fellow texters. Ramblers. Dorks. A dead Russian-American author. Prose artists. Equation solvers. Independent thinkers.

Music:

white noise. the ocean. the howl of the wind. a lonely sigh. the roar of jet engines. my dog barking at 4:17 am. tears hitting a sheet of paper. a breaking heart. an unexpected gasp. a shared breath. shattering glass. the raspy sound of skin against skin. intermingled laughter. slicing veggies. bare feet walking across wooden floors. creaking trees. the flapping of a bird's wings. turning the pages of a book. the dull thud of my heart beating. House music and all the different genres that are incorporated into its sound. DJ Heather, Derrick Carter, Paul Johnson, Lawnchair Generals, Angel Alanis, Roy Davis Jr., 2nd Shift, Silicone Soul, Freaks, J.T. Donaldson.Mazzy Star, Portishead, The Cure, New Order, Depeche Mode, Funki Porcini, Lucky Dube, Gregory Issacs, Alpha Blondy, Beastie Boys, Duran Duran, Prince, Eric B and Rakim, EPMD, Garnett Silk, Mark Mothersbaugh, Hazmat Modine, Velvet Underground, Nirvana, The Ramones, Cello Trio, Radiohead, The Radio Dept.

Movies:

Boondock Saints. Made. The Virgin Suicides. The Royal Tenenebaums. Snatch. Memento. The Machinist. Lord of the Rings. The Professional. Gattaca. The Godfather. The Talented Mr. Ripley. The Shining. Office Space. Election. Pulp Fiction. Reservoir Dogs. Boogie Nights. Edward Scissorshands. Mommie Dearest. American Psycho. Scarface. March of the Penguins. The Usual Suspects. The Crow. Casino. Goodfellas. Donnie Darko. Blow. Sin City. Kill Bill. Swingers. Fight Club. Rounders. Underworld. Ghost World. Shaun of the Dead. The Nightmare Before Christmas. Thirteen. Before Sunrise. Facing Windows. Broken Flowers. Lost in Translation. Remember Me, My Love. Bread and Tulips. The Squid and the Whale. An Inconvenient Truth.

Television:

documentaries.

Books:

Vladimir Nabokov. S. Plath, A. Sexton, A. Nin, Borges, Kafka, C. Sagan, Pushkin, M. Sendak, A. Akhmatova, Dr. Suess, PuaPuaLenaLena, PDR, Kill Time.

Heroes:

V. Nabokov. Michelangelo. Einstein. Sir Issac Newton. Dr. Kevorkian. Donatien Alphonse FranÃ§ois. Shakespeare. T. Burton. Sanofi-Aventis. Plath. Dame Cicely Saunders. E. Munch. O. Redon. C. Sagan. Dr. Joseph E. Murray

My Blog

She can swim

Posted by sasha on Sat, 24 Jun 2006 02:51:00 PST

untitled document

I remember that day. I knew it would be the last time I would see him. I held his hand and the last words that we said to each other: good bye. I turned quickly and ran out of the room before he could...
Posted by sasha on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 03:48:00 PST

low tolerance for b.s.

Their eyes met. Unsure of what to expect, they walked towards each other, slowly. They stood there for a moment taking in each other's presence. They both showed interest in each other but she questi...
Posted by sasha on Wed, 31 May 2006 05:34:00 PST

it runs in the family

While driving through my mom's neighborhood on this very hot, very sunny Monday afternoon, we noticed a buzzard/vulture sitting on a brick wall looking into someone's yard. my sister: look at that vul...
Posted by sasha on Tue, 30 May 2006 04:23:00 PST

A conversation that I had today with a stupid male that was very rude and spoke down to me. Stupid male: I tried to leave a message and the recording said "too bad. no one is available." ...
Posted by sasha on Thu, 11 May 2006 03:02:00 PST

stalker

As I turned the corner, there he was.As I got out of the car, there he was.As I walked on that endless sidewalk, I happened to look up and there he was.As I looked out my window, there he was.Doesnt m...
Posted by sasha on Wed, 03 May 2006 09:02:00 PST

disappointed and sad

My other little chirp chirp, Pixy, is depressed and obsessed with plucking and she was on Prozac for a while. Tonight, she laid an egg. This is her 6th clutch of eggs within the past 9 months. She ave...
Posted by sasha on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 08:54:00 PST

i need my eyeball

Yes, he knows how to say his name. the little chirp chirp: Poki. Poki. Poki. Come here let me scratch your head. the little chirp chirp: Poki. Poki. Poki. Give me a kiss. the little chirp chirp:...
Posted by sasha on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 05:20:00 PST

vertigo

I stood in the center of the room and I felt the floor drop fast and at that very instant, I felt the room spin. This feeling lasted a few, long seconds. There I stood looking around to see if anyone ...
Posted by sasha on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 03:27:00 PST

coffee. ver.2

How I love the sound of coffee beans being pulverized. That fresh, smoky, earthy, caffeinated scent being released and wafting up towards me, encircling me. I will grab a small pinch of the freshly gr...
Posted by sasha on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 07:28:00 PST