joined on 02/23/08
last updated 09/15/08
ALMODOVAR FILMS,
baltimorons,
Capoeira,
Ceci n'est pas une Tribe,
Foreign Film,
Francophonie,
French Cinema,
Istanbul,
Pablo Neruda,
PEX - The Philadelphia Experiment,
Philadelphia House Music,
Philly Drum & Bass,
Philly Tribe,
Turkish Music,
I decided to start reminding myself of the things in life that make it truly enjoyable..may the list flourish
Friends, sanity, ginger, chocolate, capoeira, incense, bread and cheese, affection, chance meetings, Remedy Tea Bar, handstands, lucky breaks, mentors, family, olive oil, humility, Astor Piazzolla, home, Mom, yoga, boots, La Colombe, sunshine, chickpeas, house music, endorphins, pain killers, Pablo Neruda poems, coconut water, popcorn, progress, red wine, Istanbul, the smell of summer, sexuality, vocal chords, Missy Elliott, spare change, airplanes, Netmusique, hospitality, chillin', bass, the beach, options, strawberries, fantasy, simplicity, kefir, cognition, firm tofu, magic, perseverance, God, changes of heart, GRADUATING, therapy, hope, kisses, sun dried laundry, the free library, spacing out, anything 24hrs, heart to hearts, patience, teachers, Paris, arugula, coffee presses, Friday evening, Saturday morning, the berimbau, acceptance, hugs, seltzer, altered states of consciousness, Lukas Greenberg..
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about me
Crimefighting superhero against global injustices in training.
Also,
I love me some capoeira and yoga,
I live for the smell of the ocean,
I think that music's pleasures can also be tasted, seen, and touched,
I adore my friends,
Caffeine = instant optimism,
My earliest memories from childhood are red curtains, and being terrified of my foot prints in the snow,
I'm always feeling destroyed by a romantic crush,
My turntables are my children,
It bothers me that there are lands on this earth my feet may never touch,
People close to me say I'm masochistic,
Patterns (mold, coral..) freak me out,
I'm always missing someone,
I'm a happy captive of an overactive imagination,
Cocktails, meze, plane tickets, and kids make me smile,
Drum playing is extremely therapeutic.
And oh yeah, I really like gum.
I stopped in the street and reached into my bag for a bottle of water. I opened the top and poured the water over my hands to rinse them. I noticed the excess water dance in and out of the cracks in the sidewalk and toward the sewer. I was instantly reminded of the significant portions of this tiny globe in which individuals don’t have access to clean drinking water. There, infants and young children die for lack of this staple on which our fragile existences depend.
Despite the warmth of ...
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I posted the following on my other page as well, I can't stop thinking about this experience.
Genesis 32: 24-25 tells of Jacob wrestling with an angel from night to daybreak. I have always interpreted the account as a struggle with an undeniable truth.
Just shy of dawn I woke up restless with a pervasive sense of foreboding. In the bedroom of my eleventh floor apartment I heard cursing and screaming in the street. As sounds rose like heat from the concrete to my ears I lost the ability ...
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Longing can be agonizing like a deep and persistent thirst. It occupies the mind, every thought.
In the presence of a desired lover the urge to caress is all encompassing.
One reaches out for someone who is not there, for they are only present in memory. Or one restrains oneself from touching someone who breathes before them.
In severe thirst one licks the lips and with the tongue, vainly searching the inside of the mouth for a solitary drop of fluid.
For countless days and nights I hav...
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I marched home from yoga feeling sensations of empowerment, my headphones blaring, and determination. Most nights I have to walk around city hall to get home because the pathway is closed at night. That extra five minutes or so added to my journey to circumvent the building is frustrating to the weary, hungry body. Each time I approach it I gaze at that all too familiar clock tower in the distance, and say aloud, ‘f--- city hall!’
Monday night, knowing damn well the opening would be barrica...
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Puffy eyed and hung-over, I traversed sidewalks layered with yesterdays snow, that slushy sullied substance resembling neither happy white fluffs , nor the traces of a cleansing rain, or even dirt. My disposition, too, was an amorphic blend of sadness, peace, hope , and disappointment.
But I’m grateful for feeling what I feel so often, as from profound sadness blooms creativity.
I walked the streets, swelling with emotion. As a powerful nausea comes about and one frantically searches for ...
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Water
(blog entry)
I stopped in the street and reached into my bag for a bottle of water. I opened the top and poured the water over my hands to rinse them. I noticed the excess water dance in and out of the cracks in the sidewalk and toward the sewer. I was instant...
read more
Wrestling with a demon
(blog entry)
I posted the following on my other page as well, I can't stop thinking about this experience.
Genesis 32: 24-25 tells of Jacob wrestling with an angel from night to daybreak. I have always interpreted the account as a struggle with an undeniabl...
read more
Sea
(blog entry)
Longing can be agonizing like a deep and persistent thirst. It occupies the mind, every thought.
In the presence of a desired lover the urge to caress is all encompassing.
One reaches out for someone who is not there, for they are only present...
read more
Monday night
(blog entry)
I marched home from yoga feeling sensations of empowerment, my headphones blaring, and determination. Most nights I have to walk around city hall to get home because the pathway is closed at night. That extra five minutes or so added to my journe...
read more
Saturday morning
(blog entry)
Puffy eyed and hung-over, I traversed sidewalks layered with yesterdays snow, that slushy sullied substance resembling neither happy white fluffs , nor the traces of a cleansing rain, or even dirt. My disposition, too, was an amorphic blend of sad...
read more
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