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Marta Martian

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

I love boys who pay their water bills! It's a huge turn-on for me. Really, any sign of male responsibility makes me wet!

My Interests

Being alive, making food for people, old photographs, voodoo spells, altered states of consciousness, architecture, survival skills, penny-pinching, macrobiotics, telling tales out of school, running the game, staying one step ahead of the spider, etc.

I'd like to meet:

Jeffrey Eugenides, Tama Janowitz, my great-grandmother Stella.

Music:

Yacht Rock, Noise Rock, Psychedelic Music of all sorts, low-fi, whatever I was into at age 15.

Movies:

documentaries, movies about gypsies, movies about con-artists, stop-motion animation.

Television:

I like those forensic medicine shows, and Law and Order. Ummm, or I did when I had cable. When I don't have cable I watch a lot of BBC stufff. Vicar of Dibley anyone? Motherfuckers, you haven't lived until you've watched Vicar of Dibley, hungover, in your underpants, with a Filet O'Fish, a small fries and a large Coke.

Books:

The Power Broker. The Edie Sedgwick book I bought from Thor at an estate sale in 2001. the happiest moment of my life, seriously. That shit is out of print.

Heroes:

Hogan's

My Blog

It's too damn hot!

It's too hot to move. I have to have the door to the hall open to catch a cross-ventilating breeze. It's too hot to wear anything but the most expansive muu muu. Marty came over and did my chores fo...
Posted by Marta Martian on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 08:51:00 PST

my heart weeps...

....lately some people have come to the conclusion that I have Aspergers' Syndrome. I don't really know what that means. All I know, is that I've been looking at the lovely, sad, and oft-times poe...
Posted by Marta Martian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

MK Olsen and the School Lunch Progam

Dear Mary Kate, I bet a million bucks you never ate school lunch.. This is not how the story starts, however. I remember school lunch in a vague sort of way. "Large Pan" pizza, gummy dough b...
Posted by Marta Martian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

another one bites the dust (an oral history of great Portland bars)

I am sad. Another great bar turned into a yuppie joint/frat boy hang out. I am left alone and looking. Boys come and go, but a bar...a bar is supposed to be there for you, for you to fall ba...
Posted by Marta Martian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

fuck this shit...I'm leaving

I feel horrible. I haven't slept in a couple days. Coffee doesn't help. Hot baths, my usual solace, do not help. My nose is peculiar. I am wearing socks that are far too hot for this weather....
Posted by Marta Martian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

bad moon rising

A lot of my blogs have a subtext relating to violence. I don't know if that's because I live in a violent world, or violence is the only thing that really inspires me to sit down at the computer and...
Posted by Marta Martian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

How I got kicked out of the Doug Fir!

So last night I went to attend the Nurse With Wound show. Believe me, had Nurse With Wound not been playing, I would not have set one foot in the place. I'd heard terrible things about their treatment...
Posted by Marta Martian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

like I need a hole in the head...

So my boyfriend, whose house I spend a lot of time at, has a new roommate. Having gone to Reed, I have met my share of flakes, freaks, and hangers-on, but this guy really takes the cake. Example 1...
Posted by Marta Martian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Solidaridad!

Since I am now working all the time, in order to buy skirts that look like crocheted toilet seat covers, gourmet catfood from France, and many many diet cokes, all significant events in my life s...
Posted by Marta Martian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

on my way to work

  Today I waited for the bus 8 at 15th and Alberta.  The neighborhood may have changed but there are still poor people there, waiting for the bus; lots of them.  I found this to b...
Posted by Marta Martian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST