sleepy D

About Me

California, redwood trees, Powell's Books, coffee when it's gray out, dark ties, eggs benedict, sea salt, Robinson Jeffers and big sur stones, granite, hoodies, birds, Mexico, the desert, Hemingway's big two-hearted river and stories that end ambiguously, red pepper sauce on a hanger steak, Walt Whitman, Werner Herzog, Ornette Coleman, Casablanca, jug wine, gin, olives, gray three piece suits, driving, flying, early mornings and late nights, cattle ranchers and the people who love them, Kierkegaard, Camu, hot tubs, skiing, the Perigord, limestone, trout fishing, Charles Mingus, dictionaries, madrone & manzanita, camping at the western foot of the Waterberg Plateau, Laurie Marker & CCF, putting things back were I found them, orfeu negro at Cafe Brasil, lugging bags through airports, sleeping in, white sheets, siberian tigers (are cool looking!), pool, ping-pong, soccer, the Sandy River in August and the place where you can swim to the blackberry bushes and there's a diving rock.http://tresdangereux.blogspot.com/

My Interests

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I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet up with my friends for a drink.

Music:

I like all sorts of music.

Movies:

La Meglio GioventÃ¹, See the Sea, Aguirre Wrath of God, Vanishing Point, others...

Television:

You're all going to die!

Books:

books, boatloads of books, book after book upon book

Heroes:

Heather Rose (R.I.P. 1990-2006) ^good girl

My Blog

down in the bardo

Throw away your excesses, slough off your detritus, pare down to Basics. In the new century, the Myth of the sole rational Actor has been debunked, but the many tentacled, hyper empathetic social netw...
Posted by sleepy D on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 01:19:00 PST

transform

"the Death card is not a card of death - it is a card of transformation.In the Tarot, as in reality, Death is nothing more than a transition to the next level of life. Whether you believe that a soul ...
Posted by sleepy D on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 10:37:00 PST

gimmick

My great grandfather, Chester Losie Hancock, had a trick he could do. He could roller skate around on his hands. My grandmother says he was too tall to be a gymnast, a few inches under six feet, but h...
Posted by sleepy D on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 04:44:00 PST

"the folly of hurry and noise"

I found something today in a thin book that I've been keeping next to the toilet, under a few other books of the sort you might keep in a place like that; it's a collection of poems, written by a frie...
Posted by sleepy D on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 03:10:00 PST

in a boat

At this place, where the familiar, somnolent river forks, I can hear the distant rush of water over big, black, bonecrunching rocks. From here it's hard to divine which fork leads to the rapids, and w...
Posted by sleepy D on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 03:11:00 PST

send birthday presents to France

Because that's where I'll be for the next month, eating tubs of duck fat and reading original Balzac manuscripts. Stay real, and don't forget to live the dream.your's truly,me
Posted by sleepy D on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 01:35:00 PST

Die, little bunny!

After the sound dies down and the breath runs out and the mind quits in mid stride. After friends have moved away and your best memories have lost their luster. After all decisions have been made, for...
Posted by sleepy D on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 01:19:00 PST

Club Wonderland

Club Wonderland is the place to be this summer. It's like when you go to buy drinks for you and your friend, and you turn around from the bar and there's a song starting up that's sort of like your an...
Posted by sleepy D on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 04:19:00 PST

Wild Turkey, more like

Yes, there are big and rather bold wild turkeys living here. They maraud along fence lines, invade vegetable gardens, and encroach into my peaceful study space, all waddles and snoods and guttural yel...
Posted by sleepy D on Sat, 31 May 2008 02:13:00 PST

I am a person, with feelings, that wants things.