"The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are dead. To love, to be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of the life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget."--Arundhati Roy
traveling is my passion, feeling the warmth of people i love, old new york, my own garden with fresh basil & tomatoes, hot weather, psychology, sophistication, ethnic food, exotic fruit, SCRABBLE!, gathering fascinating people & conversations, languages (esp italian), strangers, intellectual curiosity, equilibrium, writing, earrings, making scrapbooks, fashion, caring about the state of the world, being in the presence of greatness, cooking, memory, really intense laughing spells, how the brain works, simple pleasures, the nightlife, monkeys, self-imposed structure, kickboxing, golden honey L's, laughing gas, a little attitude
"I'm a million different people from one day to the next. I can't change...
"If we fall, love will catch us every time. And if the magic of the adventure overcomes,
we won't cry because it could be fun" -Reality Bites"To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch... to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!" -Emerson
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
-ee cummings
leonard cohen, oliver mtukdzi, dire straits, counting crows, joe strummer, van morrison, the cure, dmb, sinatra, fabrizio d'andre, al green, nina simone, amy winehouse, buena vista, dylan, hendrix, pearl jam, radiohead, dispatch, santana, rjd2, the beatles, gnarls barkley, coldplay, white stripes, postal service, caetano veloso, led zeppelin, GNR, 3eb, sean paul, world music, hip-hop, classical, indie, some trance, 60's, 80's, but really, a lil' bit of this & that
Salvador Dali:
THE ORIGIN OF LOVE:
stealing beauty, before sunrise, before sunset, an inconvenient truth, empire records, goodfellas, matchstick men, the usual suspects, spellbound, here on earth, the dreamers, roman holiday, breakfast at tiffany's, l'auberge espagnole, les poupees russes, gia, carebears, boondock saints, shawshank redemption, the sound of music, la dolce vita, last tango in paris, aristocats, pulp fiction, la confidential, spirited away, cruel intentions, the weather underground, 8 1/2, rivers & tides,blow, y tu mama tambien, il gattopardo, belle de jour, american beauty, runaway jury, somebody's gotta give, clueless, mean girls, fellini, bertolucci, goddard
I have never been aware before how many faces there are. There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several. -Rilke
Les Danses a Bali: Sopranos, Sex & the City, My-so-called Life, Entourage, Law & Order, National Geographic special: Anna & Naomi, Daily Show, 13, The Dog Whisperer, Discovery Channel, youtube... but TV is garbage
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, 5 Chinese Brothers, Great Gatsby, Heart of Darkness, Alchemist, Cloudy w/ a Chance of Meatballs, The 7 Sins of Memory, Archies, Moon Tiger, Photography books, My dad's books, Letters to a Young Poet, Camus, Italio Calvino, O'Neill, my Psych textbook, New Yorker is a great read
Sonnet XVII: Love
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way
of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
-- Pablo Neruda
mainly, my dad