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Emilio

dreaming with my eyes open

About Me

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?""Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.""Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit."Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.""Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?""It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

My Interests

people watching, reading in bed, sunbathing, swimming, the dictionary, documentary films, sundaes, gourmet cooking, travelling, hiking, genre-bending, pissing my landlord off

I'd like to meet:

Margery Williams

Music:

The Magnetic Fields, The Smiths, The Clash, The Blow, Gram Parsons, Lucinda Williams, M. Ward, Michelle Shocked, Mirah, Rachels, Neko Case, Jolie Holland, Emmylou Harris, Loretta Lynn, Otis Redding, Bob Dylan, Cat Power, Elliott Smith, Gillian Welch, David Bowie

Movies:

Fitzcarraldo, Dead Man, Jesus' Son, Antonia's Line, Daisies, The Spirit of the Beehive, Gray Gardens, Manufactured Landscapes

Television:

Planet Earth series

Books:

currently reading: No one belongs here more than you. Stories by Miranda July

Heroes:

Dan Leahy, Milo Means, Pancho Villa, Emiliano Zapata, Mother Jones, Harvey Milk, Dr. J, my cat Stevie Wonder

My Blog

winter in oakland, california

January was 50 degrees, cold and rainy. Ants came inside, thin lines of them trailing in the shadow of the floorboards, wandering listlessly in the shower, searching for food and a new home. I showed ...
Posted by Emilio on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 08:43:00 PST

I have memories that arent my own

1. A New England summer on a pristine lake. A mustachioed man putters around in the garage. I am small and my friend is a sweet boy. We hold hands and go shopping in the garage. Afterward, we wade int...
Posted by Emilio on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 09:31:00 PST

anniversary

Three years of not talking passed. A silent marker that no one noticed, but me. I forced myself to be active and took up running. I bought new shoes. Ugly white sneakers with mesh covered toes. I hate...
Posted by Emilio on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 10:43:00 PST

forget forgetful

Forget forgetful forgetive forget-me-not forgettable forging forgive forgiveness   Resent resentful resentment reserpine reservation   Experiment: an operation carried out under controlle...
Posted by Emilio on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 09:16:00 PST