i like playing with stones and other kind beings. when i'm working i dream of not working. i want to camp without worrying about going home. i like to sit in the woods and be as quiet as i can. i escape as often as i can. i paint for my friends and for my family. and i'm very interested in bringing back the barter system.
kind folk that are interesting and live simple happy lives. i'm comfortable with awkward silence and don't need to be entertained at all times....it would be nice to meet other people who feel the same. and i'd like to meet willie nelson.
grateful dead, johnny cash, neil young, arlo guthrie, bob marley, willie, janis, bob dylan, santana, flaming lips, nusrat fateh ali kahn, the dead milkmen, ani di franco, beck, old and in the way, brad, daniel johnston, tom waits, bjork, the beatles, ravi shankar, ozo matli, los lobos, freddy fender, kenny rogers, sonic youth, the toy dolls, old crowe medicine show, allman brothers and much much more
willie wonka and the chocolate factory, jesus christ superstar, greendale, alice's restaurant, ghostworld, eternal sunshine, happiness, nappy d, the dark crystal, dead man, secretary, cool hand luke, la bamba, the goonies, the mission....
i'm trying not to get tooooo involved with tv but the show i love to watch is Carnival. i fiend for it. i get angry at the tv gods when ben hawkins gets screwed and brother j doesn't die. i'm a junky that has to wait not just a week now...but a whole other year. it's like waiting for the swallows to return. yeah...but i try not to get tooooo involved. when we had cable in corn city i watched a lot of forensics files and any cheesy show about hauntings or ghost stories they had. i even watched that stupid mtv show and thought....man those kids are wimps.
before my little opal was born i was reading carlos castaneda. don juan was an obsession of mine and i tried to use his teachings in my life. i found life was more intense. even walking down the street the way he instructed made me feel more powerful. once i felt like death was walking to my left and just behind me. i could feel it approaching and even quickened my pace. leaves were turning up behind me and when i finally got the nerve to take a glance it was just some student coming out of his apartment building. so it's probably good that i'm reading about dora and her easter eggs now.
my heroes are patient people that don't let the turkeys get them down.