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About Me

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Over a sky
made of daisies
I walk.

I imagine today
that Iâ€™m holy.
That they placed the moon
in my hands.
That I set her back
into space.
And the Lord awarded me
a rose & a halo.

Over a sky
made of daisies
I walk.

And now I move down this field
rescuing maidens from
evil suitors,
giving gold coins
to all the young boys.

Over a sky
made of daisies
I walk.

--Federico Garcia Lorca

My Interests

first things. interesting skies. exploration in any form. the antiwar movement. mystery spots. baby animals. soup. cheap wine tasting. beaten vs. unbeaten path poetry. health food stores. creating traditions. conversations worth staying up all night for.

I'd like to meet:

Eco-Friendly Printers; Boggle Champions; Seashell Afficionados; Soup Chefs; Anyone I Love When They Were Toddlers; The Baristas I Encounter on a Daily Basis but Know Are Too Cool for Me; You and Me and Everyone We Know; and, of course, Baby Pandas.

Music:

Currently: Built to Spill. Mates of State. Rilo Kiley. Rainer Maria. Billy Bragg and Wilco singing California Stars. Wilco by themselves. Magnetic Fields. Arcade Fire. Swans (Life After Death) by Islands. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah... Modest Mouse.

Movies:

Afterlife, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, You and Me and Everyone We Know, Magnolia, Annie Hall, Big Fish, Edward Scissorhands, Triplets of Belleville, Little Miss Sunshine and I plan to love Marie Antoinette.

Television:

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Books:

General: Books that Make Me Laugh and Cry, of which there are three, even though I decided not to include them on this list. Writers: Virginia Woolf, Milan Kundera, Umberto Eco, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Jeannette Winterson, Tom Stoppard, Adrienne Rich, Louise Gluck, Barbara Kingsolver, John Steinbeck, Rebecca West Books: The Waves, Love in a Time of Cholera, Infinite Jest, even though I also kind of hate it, The Hours, Kiterunner, Lolita, Stones from the River, The amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, Toxic Sludge is Good for You, No Logo, The Passion, The Life of Pi. There are more. I can't remember them. These in fact probably are not even my favorites. I just, I can't do this. Incredibly Loud and Extremely Close, or whatever it is called, To the Lighthouse, A Prayer for Owen Meany, La Maravilla. . . Middlesex, Black Lamb, Grey Falcon, Big Sur, old paperbacks that smell good and have a history. Magazines: Bitch, Budget Travel (even though this one has caused a rift in a friendship), New Yorker (but they come too fast, I am drowning in them)

Heroes:

people who are wise and live interesting lives or live in interesting ways. people who understand and imagine or at least try.

My Blog

April Snow

My mind is so full of itself. I wake up at night with competing windchimes and want to make white noise the only noise I ever hear. Snow is quiet, peaceful, makes you cozy. I guess I like winter more ...
Posted by daisy on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 01:57:00 PST

The moon rose over an open field

Cathy, we're lost we say though we know she is sleeping. It's all right, it's what we wanted. Adventure. Intrigue. Broken clocks and pockets to hide the things we brought but wouldn't need. But, the f...
Posted by daisy on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 03:29:00 PST

some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives

The first time I held someone's hand in any meaningful way was in the '90s. We were at the edge of a continent. It was a weekend away from everything, which was already a measurable distance away from...
Posted by daisy on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 10:06:00 PST

The Eiffel Tower shut down in protest, and I do too.

The next issue of the magazine is Be Your Best You. I'm not thrilled by that, but, I am learning something from all the stories for "hersoul." I am learning how to do my daily mantras, how to create a...
Posted by daisy on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 06:00:00 PST

The Bell, The Sky, The Building, You

We were on the roof, looking at the city framed against the sky. It was normal, it was yesterday. You said something about Oregon, I said something about the terrible new building going up across the ...
Posted by daisy on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 09:38:00 PST

Nobody Said Anything

Because what was there to say?But, it was late, and you were tired, and the kids had to have baths. There just wasn't time.Only later would you remember it as anything but normal. Maybe it had actuall...
Posted by daisy on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 10:05:00 PST

The hero will be me.

I told someone once that I could figure it out and its true. I was supposed to learn how to rescue people in the wilderness, but I was sick that day because I had gone on a vision quest which is a poe...
Posted by daisy on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 12:19:00 PST

Mythology: How It Devastated My Heroic Potential

Like many kids, I was obsessed with mythology. I devoured all the books- there just weren't enough! At dinner one night I shared my brilliant idea for a film with my dad. I had written a script about ...
Posted by daisy on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 02:05:00 PST

Why I have to travel (re-take)

On the way to the plane I realized I left my notebook on the counter, my oatmeal, hardening in its bowl, my favorite scarf at security, my good mood and hope for a bright future in some other lost not...
Posted by daisy on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 10:03:00 PST

if i were an engineer (or just a little brighter)

If I were an engineer, I would have turned off the lights. I would have constructed different answers, figured out timing just a little better, understood the meaning and nature of things I obsessed o...
Posted by daisy on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 10:19:00 PST