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About Me

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I'm somewhat of an extremist and it is easy to find contradictions in my personality. I despise this quality in myself (well, at times), but I think other people tend to love me for it. Besides, contradictions are fun. Although I have been living simply in the depths of Honduras for the past two years, I still crave the busy streets of New York. I'm a farmer obsessed with the Hamptons and large expensive ruby engagement rings. I guess I've seen the wisdom found between the lines of contradictions. and the grays. love the grays. What holds me up in life are my friends- who like small pieces of collected sea glass, keep me in touch with the vastness of myself. The smoothness of their love helps to counteract the sharpness of this silly perpetually ironic life of mine. (oh and i overuse cheesy analogies, metaphors and puns...) And I love donkeys, chickens, and goats.

My Interests

the tropics, farming, ethnobotany, knitting, orchid hunting, coffee...

I'd like to meet:

just people. whoever you are. and cool indie artists with hot records.

Music:

oh, the lifeline. Death Cab, Arcade Fire, FDR, Clap Your Hands, Rose, Rufus, The National, Postal Service, Strokes, Ryan Adams, Magnetic Fields, Josh Ritter, Bright Eyes, Sufjan, Adem, Winterpills, Anais, and on and on....

Movies:

The Garden State, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Prime

Television:

Gery's, OC, Heroes, and always a lil' Sex in the City here and there.

Books:

Middlesex, The Life of Pi, Once Minutos, Everythings Illuminated, Time Travellers Wife, On Beauty, Mary Oliver

Heroes:

my lil. sister

My Blog

Heart Shards

A Broken Heart. Okay, an expression, the broken heart. But my heart really does feel broken. In a million little pieces. Shattered. I'm not breathing normally- like the oxygen leaving my lungs has to ...
Posted by Heatherjean on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 05:09:00 PST

Dear Linnet Bird

I am writing to let go, to say goodbye. I have to put this to rest. I am glad that the last moment of the last time I saw you has poetry to it- for it is the memory that I go back to. It was that pain...
Posted by Heatherjean on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 05:03:00 PST

For my more personal blog, go to: buzzinghearthive.blogspot.com

For my more personal blog, go to: buzzinghearthive.blogspot.com
Posted by Heatherjean on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 05:08:00 PST

A Declaration of Independence

Dearly Beloveds: When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the romantic bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the power...
Posted by Heatherjean on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 07:31:00 PST

the degeneration of friendship

Is it what happens as one approaches thirty?Do we get so caught up in the knots of just getting by that we forget about our friends? Have we forgotten the addictive quality of being with friends, of h...
Posted by Heatherjean on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 04:31:00 PST

the slaughter, or the end of an experience

The slaughter went quickly. Most Honduran women learn how to kill, degut, and prepare a chicken from a young age, so by the time they reach adulthood they barely wince during the process. The women gr...
Posted by Heatherjean on Fri, 18 Aug 2006 07:11:00 PST

the mystery of letting go

The rain pounding on the tin roof is keeping me awake, and I dont mean as in the context of sleep. I mean it in some other way. I am oddly writing this from a small farm in the middle of Honduras...
Posted by Heatherjean on Sun, 30 Jul 2006 07:05:00 PST

karmic mangos and struggling chicks

Many of the conversations that help pass hours in the campo relate to the weather, the crops, and the fruits ripe for harvest. The myriad luscious fruits that grow around El Boqueron help to forti...
Posted by Heatherjean on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 03:00:00 PST

the bulging suitcase

After a long day of travel, drifting in and out of sleep, and the hours of wandering the long corridor of the San Salvador airport alone during my layover, in a hung-over haze from the ...
Posted by Heatherjean on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 03:00:00 PST

Trapped Inside an FDR song

As we Spiral Down(JFK). -FDR My heart gets up and hits the door When they say your name Nothing good ever stays the same I grab my keys And slam the door And Im on the street Sometime in the las...
Posted by Heatherjean on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 04:40:00 PST