WOW, ten bucks a *month* to upgrade here? wasn't it just, like, five? Yeekers! I'll have to keep shoveling out my poor Inbox--LeSigh. Please be patient?)
Something you should know.
I LOVE geniuses.
You know, genii.
God... it sucks.
(januarytwentyseventh: 2012 OMG?)
*Been Randomly Off-Grid For... Months?! Checking messages more, now, though--sorry my box is so easily filled with heavens-know-whatall! :(! Please Keep Trying--I Shall, Tew!*
*Too Sorry--Been Unexpectedly Off-Grid for One Month-Plus--Am Back-Like, Now--YAY(?)--lol*
...If I could have just some of my wishes...
We would not be so cold to allow homelessness...
We would not be so inconsiderate to pollute the air waves with unneeded noise, seriously sickening other creatures...
We would not be so ignorant; we would educate ourselves in everything: meat processing plants, shampoos, what it's like for everyone unfortunate--to be, through no fault of our own, at something else's indefinite mercy.
I wish these things so badly, I sometimes am beside myself.
(Note of No Small Water:
Please, when you write to me, do clue me in as to why you've done so?--if you've felt inspired, intrigued, or were just made to laugh by something I've said, it's better that you tell me so... with no intent or desire to get me pushing, pulling, prying, and generally chasing you about the server for scraps, maybe true, and maybe not.
Do the former, if, for no other reason, because the latter won't happen. "The Goad" always leaves me utterly nonplussed; I daresay I just wander off, in response to it.
The above is, partially, what I mean when I describe myself as old-fashioned--if only at heart.
[Touchy territory? I know... but that is society, at the moment. I've just the chutzpah to say it in such a corporate cowboy town as this... and I would not have done so, either, had it not become An Issue, Here.]
You just might [read: will] brighten my day, when you're up-front about your being glad to see me! Alternatively--or simultaneously--I'd love for you to share something you have perceived, in having read this profile, I would be interested, gladdened, or more, to know... about you.
It gets very uncomfortable for me to continually receive brusque messages that say "call me" or "check out my fb/Y!/something page" with no true information as to how/who/why you are... let alone who you are, to wit, in relation to me.
--Especially when, if I [invariably I do!] take the time to be polite, and ask you the "what's up"s, I am refused, and told only to call or go fly a proverbial and/or actual kite.
I know that it's "in" to behave in an aloof manner and all, but, whether I like it or not, I don't operate in this way. I tend towards being the more generous of heart... and staunchly non-faddish, too.
[As a small aside... ooh-mystery!-people turn me... right off.]
Hence, hence, aaand hence, I've written a lot a lot a lot for you, here, my hopefully-new-friend-types of folks. I think it'd be sweet of you to to give the girl a little something meaningful in return... and I'm afraid I'll only suit you if you are of similar sentiments.
--How ever-else might I find the incentive to give my belov'd phone number away?--I only keep the one that's fully private to me! No; like this profile, it will be meant as my prize to you (not spoken haughtily--I'd be honored to be so purposefully inspired by your own true efforts).
If I'm not deserving, in your opinion, of a fraction of what I've already given you, then... I don't know, why write? Believe it or not, I'm actually here to make soul-friends, whatever form they may take. So, just remember that I don't have any sort of "game" going on, that that is why I shan't play, and... that's a fine start.
[Besides... you wouldn't like me in "game mode" very much. That's something I prefer only to use in business--not love, in any of its forms.
(Sure wish there were more of that going around... I Guarantee You, this is at least partially why we are so "tired of it".)]
So, welcome to the profile of your not-so everyday, fabled-but-actual, literal girl!--yes, I do say what I mean.
[Up 'til now, to my experience, it's seemed to me that girls are the clearer communicators of the sexes.
--Well, don't tell me I'm wrong--prove me wrong! I'd like that.]
I would have it be known that the length and depth of this profile be dedicated to my soon-to-be loved ones, of all definitions. It's the least I can do, as you will mean so much to me when we finally do know each other.
I don't want us to miss each other; surely, you can recognize me only in my clarity and honesty, and only miss me in my "game".
[As will your future loved-ones recognize, or miss, you.]
So... yeah, this "note"'s gone far too long, an' I gotsta wrap it up.
Don't be afraid to express yourselves. Rather, be afraid to behave in ways that will obscure you to the very people you seek to attract into your lives!
[We are all here; we would all hate that.]
Thank you for the read... really. -smiles-)
--I have a Christmas (YULE--or Chanukah Bush, preez) tree in my bedroom. At all times.
(Wow. I just noticed that, when I 'Cupid-search people who talk about The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, the lowest matching answering profile is 94%. That's a thinker.)
Currentest Note Evar (Until The Ones Above--ha!):
Yes, yes. Such a random, long profile! Well, I have written it over maybe three years' time. So, please do forgive any repeating-ness.
Upon me-thinkin's just now-abouts, I'm afraid I'm a bit of a paradox. I'm all the way through Liberal, a bit past Progressive, gone clear into bordering on Green.
YET, I am old-fashioned at heart.
Too, I am a very logical, skeptical girl, who has at once "admitted" to being "atheist" (because I cannot picture an entity-god, per se), and long been an Astrologer. Don't ask me why these two things are so widely considered mutually exclusive--how aggravating (for someone like me)!
What's a girl to do...?
Keeeep looking for that John to my Yoko, mm? Well, I have kept busy, in the meantime, and so continue.
Back to my regularly scheduled profile.
(End February 2011 Edit Here.)
Although this introduction is perhaps especially, epically (oh man, I love how those two words are almost spelled the same) long, tis a bit of a conglomeration-cum-time-capsule of Me.
--I keep it checked for quality & freshness, an' all recent-like (whale, people don't change that much, ay wot?)! I daresay: This jernt's the only site like it worth my typin's. Glee!
Thanks be to Redtheda, for making me aware of this apt, priceless quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who....burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles."
~ Jack Kerouac
I think I would like to find my best friend, creative partner, and family, ideally. I guess that's the same for most people--tho, it may not be quite the same story for most people on this site! Sigh.
I'm not a "dating" fan; I really just want to spend time with people I get, who get me, too. If that's this huge "meant to be" thing, I imagine we'll just end up spending the rest of our time together.
And this--the above--my friends, is why so much is written, here. I want you to be able to get me, and then to see if I get you, too.
(So, as of right now, I'm opening up this profile to "everyone, everywhere". My brain and spirit are feeling hungry. And "pen pal" isn't quite so lame as it sounds, thinks I.
It's a special way to communicate, in writin'.
*Ah, so! If you see I've edited your profile, I'm probably kind of saying "Hello!"... 'cept, not. Or, well, I'm insanely OCD about grammar (grandpa's alright, what with the leg, you know), so... =).
If I could raise birds--or, even better, rescue them--oh. Joy!
If I could hear from more people with good, awesome, or great minds--more joy.
(I guess those are rare... by definition. Sigh.)
--Even better, a great mind that has not led its owner to militant, scoff-a-holic Atheism (seeing as I do not appreciate fads in any form)...
(Ho boy... do I ever know just how to knock down my options.)
And if I had a sigh-dreamy love-like comment to share with all'y'alls (that actually had nothing to do with me being from the deep Springersouth, cos I'm not?):
In truth, sometimes, I'm all like,
"If only there were a Greg to my Dharma..."
But then I get all self-disgustical about comparing my would-be dream life to something, what, ON TELEVISION? Oh dear me, dearmedearme, they HAVE gotten into our brains too, too deeply.
(I like her hair, tho--oh, never mind!)
Well, if I had one,
I'd like my 'Greg' to like to think about "new-agey" (sic) things, like Karma, too... or whatever else that (really cool) show was about.
I'd dream: I want him to show me tantra and... well, we could sit outside and watch what the planets and seasons do... talk about why and how and when the daylight grows and shrinks, and stuff... sigh; <3.
...AND, we'd have a cockatiel!...
(a much rarer cocktail).
Okay, onward (and way upward).
*I wonder why Firefox always picks up "cockatiel" as a typo--travesty of helpfulness. -grumble-
--By the way, I am up for giving Astrology lessons! and also editing, on the side. I wouldn't mind doing some for anyone interested 'round here--I could proofread and/or tweak your profile, after all (since I love to do that anyways, lol).
Something I love:
"Tune us the sitar neither low nor high and we will dance away the hearts of men."
Buddha...? (We're supposed to ask those we meet that, I think, though I have yet to try it... I fear I would get knocked upside the head, or something.)
I also love
to cook for my mate and watch him, or perhaps, on a rare decade, her, eat.
I don't know; the rain outside, and the cold, made me think and type that. I really do... it fills my chest with something warm and safe; Home. I'd hate to spend a whole day during which I didn't cook at least a little something... it could be eggs, or just some sort of salad (if you help me cut the stuff), you know.
--How unsightly in an evolved, progressive girl, hm? Well, that's fine... it's important to know the "woman within". For evolution. I'll just go back to polishing my cast-iron skillet, now, if you don't want any...? =)
a fan fiction advocate,
and a scatter-brained, scary-smart, passionate--err, human (or so they say... who the hell are these "they" people... arg)... being.
Yeah! I'm a Human, Being.
--Though, for all my humanness...
In comfortable company,
I sometimes refer to myself as a dove
or a parakeet or
—more solemnly, a Phoenix.
Or a chicken.
I love birds too much. (So, if you're a bird... hollaaa.)
about seventeen-twelve times, last presidential inauguration day.
(Edit: And I have cried a bit more, since.
--It was John Pilger's fault!)
Guess I'm "Progressive", if that means, like, we should get a bit real, and eat food that was meant to be people food, which has been around for about fifty pillion years...?
(Eep--we gotta go back to make progress, at this point--!)
I'm an odd little nut
--that's a HEALTH nut, You.
Though, yes, I still roll my own [it's a craft] ciga--hey, don't you judge me! You smoke tons less that way, for a fraction of the cost...
and yes, it does become a mindful little thing to meditate out with your hands. I admit, I love it, in its newer-to-me moderation.
I am most certainly NOT a gym-rat;
NOT gonna eat those "power-bars", not at this juncture (name that vague, useless reference?);
NO 'energy drinks' (feh!);
I'm NOT into artificial sugars (or fake anythings--what the hell? there's plenty of actual food choices--for which, we should be mindfully grateful!);
NOT faddish; and,
None too often reliant upon the realer, simpler sugars ('cept fruits! mm, apples [only cos nectarine & plum season is GONE--LeWail!?].
I'm not what "Health Nut" seems to mean, in conventional... 'wisdom', at all:
-taps cigarette ash- Nyeh!
--It's so weird to me, anyway.
I mean, if you don't have your health, they RIGHTLY say, then you have nothing.
I don't get why watching what one physically consumes depicts a body as any sort of nut! It's just another way to pursue harmony with our precious, delicate lives, and the Earth, who is part of us (well, we-Her).
...Anyways, what I AM doing that is health-nutty is,
I'm simultaneously (LeGaspe!) exploring natural hygiene, and,
Continually-after-decades skewing towards a nicely paleolithic diet.
--Having had such a sensitive health situation for so long, I truly believe--and am coming to slowly verify, through first-hand experience--that, really, we should only be eating, and using for/upon our bodies, things that Mother Nature so long ago intended, and still intends, for Birdkind.
(Basically--'least for me, to-date: "Low-Carb", No processed foods, no mineral oils, no chemical soaps--nope, no stuff like that, to the best powers of this lil' budget o'mine... and, and, and. Well, I forget the rest...)
--about cosmos, boys, girls, and birds alike--
on into the wee-est hours of the night and day
is a fantastic thing... for me
to poop on.
NO, no, I love it! I do, like, so zealously much!
--but let's just not get so abstractified that we, v. specifically you-and-I, forget why we are even sitting together, okay? Chances are damnably good that, if I AM sitting and twittering with my otherbird in such all-nightish fashions, I'd need some kisses, too (from, again, him-specifically... ergh!).
Hm. What else?
My foot hurts.
(Edit: Still hurts!)
Kway, on to teh kleeshay.
(Edit: Check out my 'net meme-ness; I am, simply, so damned cool.)
I'm a survivor (really. really);
an Idealist, even--ENFP--
I have somehow managed to keep my eye
on the pie in the sky.
(Edit: The view is a weensy bit obscured from time to time, nu?)
Well, I'm cheerful.
'til I get surprisedly emotional,
and then, I 'get autistic'
(no conceivable offense; just the mot juste for it).
I am sentimental and gentle (unless something I regard as 'my baby' is in danger!—I see it as a Venus and Mars in Cancer phenomenon).
Favorite "Friends" character, \although I largely sneer at what our television has become:
(Chandler is great, but I wish I were Phoebe, exceptin', she's not real.)
Everything means something, to me;
I love to talk about those everythings with someone superclose.
I want to feel many more things than I have, before I die.
I adore great grammar. I know, it's weird.
Well, that's all I got on that head, move along;
I am not the droid you are looking for (if you are, in fact, droid-scroungin').
*Okay, just don't take that personally or as some sort of judgment, please! I am a Perceiver, rather than a Judge (though I do make a good judge--I figure that's because I spend so much care perceiving).
Lah de dah deet dee, yet some more of Me:
Whimsical, but core-practical and -frugal;
my body might like to visit a few of the places I have imagined, after all.
I'm ready to walk into a few of these doors I've worked so hard at finding and cracking open--know what I mean, Jellybeans?
I would love my mate to be my best friend (for real--the driving & screeching bad one-hit wonders bits and all), but also to maintain a wonderful admiration for each other.
--It is TOO possible--
I am some interesting mixes, I think.
Irreverent and respectful,
humble and bright,
powerful and pliant.
I am a lover of people and laughter as well as of home and domesticity.
What can I say; I'm a Gemini with a Taurus Moon!
(Edit: Yeah, I'm still a Gemini.)
The catch(es)? We all have 'em, and interestingly to me, these can turn out to be the very ties that bind.
distractible (it is TOO a word, Firefox!!)
(from chores, not from my loved ones!),
an internalizer (is too a word) of stressors (is also-too a word),
and can usually be found to be at odds with time constraints. Again: What can I say? 'm a Gemini with a Taurus Moon!
(Edit: And still a Taurus Moon, too!)
I can be right up-front
and I can be shy;
I have been known to take great risks for people and causes that I love.
Life, for those who've deeply known me, has not been dull.
I love utter silliness--I take it seriously!
I am reactive, resourceful, and reinventing.
Look, there's a Bonus: If you've actually read this far, I heretofore bestow upon thine verily owne self a vidlink of ME!, birdself, and I. It's a new one, like, from today (March 3rd, 2011).
Bahaw haw hawr. . . .
Newest one is today (now, anyways)--April 7!:
(Double Bonus FTW.)