theatre, music, life, reading, writing......you name it, I like it.
I'd like to meet:
OOOO! I'd love to meet Johnny Depp and give him a big smooch right on the mouth. I'd love to meet Maynard because I think he is a God among men. Really, actually, I would love to meet anyone...
Music:
Music is what makes the world go 'round. I love TOOL and A Perfect Circle. Pure poetry. I will listen to anything you give me. NEWOM, Coldplay, Incubus, classic rock, Blue Oyster Cult, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Alanis, Jewel, Johnny Cash (the ONLY country I'll tolerate), and etc..
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Movies:
I love so many movies, there are too many to list. V for Vendetta, The Phantom of the Opera, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, The Protector, Pulp Fiction, Little Miss Sunshine.....any freakin thing.
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Television:
I don't watch a lot of TV because I'm not home that often. Usually I will watch South Park, Family Guy, and anything else for a laugh.
Books:
Give me a book and I'll read it in a day. I am the biggest reader you will ever meet. If you want a suggestion, read A Tale Of Two Cities. Women Who Run With the Wolves is excellent. Anthem, Through the Looking Glass, Alice in Wonderland, Pride and Prejudice, Ella Enchanted, anything by Garth Nix....
Heroes:
I'm pretty fuckin sweet.Story for the time being: Orpheus and EurydiceOrpheus was the son of Apollo and the Muse Calliope. He was presented by his father with a lyre and taught to play upon it, which he did to such perfection that nothing could withstand the charm of his music. Not only his fellow mortals, but wild beasts were softened by his strains, and gathering around him laid by their fierceness and stood entranced. Nay, the very trees and rocks were sensible to the charm. The trees crowded around him and the rocks relaxed somewhat of their hardness, softened by his notes.Hymenaeus (the god of marriage, son of Dionysus and Venus) had been called to bless with his presence the nuptials of Orpheus with Eurydice, but though he attended, he brought no happy omens with him. His very torch smoked and brought tears into their eyes.In accordance with such prognostics, Eurydice, shortly after her marriage, while wandering with the nymphs, her companions (and sisters), was seen by the shepherd Aristaeus, who was struck by her beauty and made advances to her. She fled, and in fleeing trod upon a snake in the grass, was bitten in the foot and died.
Orpheus sang his grief to all who breathed the upper air, both gods and men, and finding it all unavailing resolved to seek his wife in the regions of the dead. He descended by a cave situated on the side of the promontory of Taenarus and arrived at the Stygian realm. He passed through crowds and ghosts and presented himself before the throne of Pluto and Proserpine.Accompanying the words with the lyre, he sung,
"O deities of the underworld,
to whom all we who live must come,
hear my words, for they are true.
I come not to spy out the secrets of Tartarus, nor to try my strength against Cerberus,
the three-headed dog with snaky hair who guards the entrance.
I come to seek my wife,
whose opening years the poisonous viper's fang has brought to an untimely end.
Love has led me here,
Love, a god all powerful with us who dwell on the earth, and, if old traditions say true, not less so here.
I implore you by these abodes full of terror, these realms of silence and uncreated things, unite again the thread of Eurydice's life.
We all are destined to you, and sooner or later must pass to your domain.
She too, when she shall have filled her term of life, will rightly be yours.
But 'til then grant her to me, I beseech you. If you deny one, I cannot return alone; you shall triumph in the death of us both."As he sang these tender strains, the very ghosts shed tears. Tantalus, in spite of his thirst, stopped for a moment his efforts for water; Ixion's wheel stood still; the vulture ceased to tear the giant's liver; the daughters of Danaus rested from their task of drawing water in a sieve; and Sisyphus sat on his rock to listen. Then for the first time, it is said, the cheeks of the Furies were wet with tears. Proserpine could not resist, and Pluto himself gave way.Eurydice was called. She came from among the newly-arrived ghosts, limping with her wounded foot. Orpheus was permitted to take her away with him on one condition, that he should not turn around to look at her 'til they should have reached the upper air. Under this condition they proceeded on their way, he leading, she following, through passages dark and steep, in total silence, 'til they had nearly reached the outlet into the cheerful upper world, when Orpheus, in a moment of forgetfulness, to assure himself that she was still following, cast a glance behind him, when instantly she was borne away.Stretching out their arms to embrace each other, they grasped only the air! Dying now a second time, she yet cannot reproach her husband, for how can she blame his impatience to behold her? "Farewell," she said, "a last farewell," -- and was hurried away, so fast that the sound hardly reached his ears.
