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minda

she's 19 going on 30, or maybe she's really 30 now, it's hard to say, it's hard to keep up with time

About Me

For many years, I felt that my youth had been wasted. I spent my adolescence drinking, taking dope, robbing, and fucking around, when I could have been learning to fluently read Sappho and Thomas Mann in the original. But, while I still feel that it would be wonderful to fluently read Sappho and Thomas Mann in the original, I no longer feel that my youth was wasted. For with age comes the wisdom that it all comes down to ashes in the end. Mary Barnard's rendering of Sappho, along with what little Greek I possess; William Trask's rendering of Mann's Die Betrogene: these are enough for one, such as myself, who was long ago written off for dead. My youth, as I see it now, was spent as it should have been spent. I am alive, and as I write this, the pleasant morning of the vast blessing of another day, another breath, flows through me. I want now to learn to do the tango, so that I can dance in style on the graves of those of my peers, dropping dead around me like flies, who lived their youths, and their lives, properly and salubriously. Mens sana in corpore sano, they say. But a sound mind in a sound body is but a plain and pretty flower in a plain and pretty vase. The world is full of such parlour pieces. Fuck them, and prepare thy dancing shoes, for, having survived my youth, and all that followed, I now enjoy the gentler madness to whose shore I have been delivered, and I look forward to tangoing in the graveyard, with you, my darling, or over you.

My Interests

Art. Poetry. Beauty. Climbing trees. Writing. Music. Kissing. Being barefoot all the time. Passion. Truth. Snowboarding. Fierce brilliant women. Expanding my reality. More snowboarding. Synchronicity. My tribe of friends. Surfing. Building things. Llamas. Joy. Picking fruit on the side of the road. Activism. Laughing. Swimming with dolphins. Exploring. Boys with guitars. Wings. Organic gardening. Adrenaline rushes. Monkey toes. Sleeping outside. Hamsters. Treehouses. Love.

I'd like to meet:

exquisite creatures, fierce women, happy dogs, barefoot nymphs

Music:

Ani DiFranco, Bright Eyes, Mos Def, Radiohead, Jack Johnson, Bob Marley, Citizen Cope, Gnarles Barkley, Counting Crows, Jeff Johnson, Buena Vista Social Club, Charlie Parker, The Fugees, Fela Kuti, Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd, Sekou Sundiata, Tori Amos, all things slack key, so much more...

Movies:

Whale Rider, Bent, Green Dragon, Chocolat, Almost Famous, High Art, Slam, Dream For An Insomniac, The Matrix, My First Mister, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Good Will Hunting, Amelie, Dogma, What the Bleep Do We Know, Dead Poets' Society, The Fifth Element, Shakespeare in Love, Hurlyburly, The Breakfast Club, Dangerous Beauty, Alice in Wonderland, Point Break, Benny and Joon...

Television:

not so much...

Books:

The Hanged Man, The Secret Life of Bees, Said the Shotgun to the Head, She, Five Quarters of the Orange, A Wrinkle In Time (the whole series), Ecstasia, Primavera, The Red Tent, Rainier Maria Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet, Brave New World, Song of Solomon, the dictionary.

Heroes:

activists, people who do volunteer work, firemen, foster parents, anyone daring to live their dream.