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Catia

surface simplicity

About Me


I am quite shy to sing in front of others. In fact, I am becoming more and more introverted regarding most things. What happened to my days of belting out new renditions of the Legend of Zelda theme song and dancing around like my flesh was on fire? Oh, I suppose they are still there, I just have to know you first. Then maybe you can humor me that my voice is pleasant and I can work work work it out like no other. My friends are all I got!

My Interests

"It is joy to be hidden but disaster not to be found."

- D.W. Winnicott

I'd like to meet:

Coiley and all you spring-loving bastards:

Music:



Movies:

Currently: Tekkonkinkreet (brutal and gentle, stunning animation), Aqua Teen Hunger Force the Movie (meh..) Pan's Labyrinth (vital), Callas Forever (whoa Irons, keep that horse mane away from me) Nothing but Trouble (never again- let's torch it, t) ...

Television:

mainly, the wives, and the office...

Books:

Sylvia Plath, Denis Diderot, J.D. Salinger, Luisa Valenzuela, Octavio Paz, Margaret Atwood, Homer, Alan Moore, Pablo Neruda, Maxine Hong Kingston, Joshua Clover, Anne Rice (who fostered my adolescent, vampiric fantasies), Rahna Reiko Rizzuto, Euripides, A.A. Milne, Hoa Nguyen, Valentine Penrose & Alice Rahon, Milan Kundera (because the unbearable lightness is ever present), and my most beloved, Simone Weil.

Heroes:

"I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love."
---S.P.

My Blog

a last line

On earth, all things pass away.Yes, lets go!The strains of the piano and violin rose up weakly from below.There were 15 of them.Good-bye. Good-bye.The last and most notorious mistress.She passes wind...
Posted by Catia on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 09:37:00 PST

what kind of weapon is your soul?

Under the dilated street lamps More death soundsLopping the tops of alley trashBent in hidingHe sought and he sought moreTill he could find no more Eyes And no more warmth To pulverize No...
Posted by Catia on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 10:57:00 PST

where do we go now, my little ideals?

she killed a couple of 40 oz in thankswhen love turned out to bemere clutching, just a bowler hat habit.already twenty-four, the world had taken over she tried, albeit feebly, to shake it offwhen her ...
Posted by Catia on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 08:33:00 PST

ouch

what up with the excruciating pain in my mouth?  my wisdom teeth are piercing through my gums, causing them to bleed and stretch.  has anyone else encountered this, or am i one of the few pe...
Posted by Catia on Thu, 11 May 2006 08:21:00 PST

its snaky acids kiss

"Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?   I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous...
Posted by Catia on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 12:05:00 PST

today i will not bunch my fist in the wind's sneer

It's a very nice day out.  I wish I could sit outside in the sunny part of campus (north side of the union near bolton hall) and giggle and smoke cigerettes with skinner all day long. But al...
Posted by Catia on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 12:41:00 PST

to all the don juans who believe in a false infinity...

of women (and friends):   hell bent on happening to get her horizontal while at the same time toasting trying to inspire   fixated on a prison cage its high time you told your common place ...
Posted by Catia on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 01:10:00 PST

in the half ass light...

the morning lies in a pool along the lashline that obsesses me finds its way in a dream and catches
Posted by Catia on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 02:21:00 PST