If you like me, you should try your luck and send me a message (see above). I don't have the fancy account.
After watching Casual, I'm working on winnowing this thing down to a select few words that say so much, but leave much mystery. I'm told the dudes prefer mystery to being too earnest. Obviously, this winnowing will take some effort. Trying to avoid the TL;DR thing. However, be warned: if I am ever given the TL;DR, I will cut a bitch.
I'm looking for my sweetheart, my beshert, my beloved.
Can you find the harmony in a song? I can hold my own with the melody line, but a real musician, who is also patient and generous, would be wonderful. For our road trips!
Come with me to all the exciting African surrealist and German expressionist and avant-garde-of-all stripes films, operas, musical happenings, art openings, installations and exultations, the Venice Biennale and the Berlinale, Cannes and Telluride, as well as a sauna hut on a lake somewhere, visiting my ancestors on a fjord ENE of Tromsø, doing a three-month chuchuhuasi dieta in the Amazon, a month-long yoga retreat in Costa Rica or Thailand or Bali, and a year-long trek through India from South to North.
I am a writer, researcher, editor and filmmaker. I have possibly way too many books. Sort them with me?
I slay at karaoke!
My secret go-to ingredients are saffron, Cointreau, cardamom or Angostura Bitters. I guess that's kinda me: sweet, spicy and a little unexpected.
I like Old Fashioneds and I love cognac-style rhum.
I like all kinds of music from Tortoise to Junip to Great Northern to Joni Mitchell to Led Zep to Schubert to A.R. Rahman to Julieta Venegas to Celia Cruz to Perez Prado to Sibelius to the Knife to Bjork to Philip Glass to Fever Ray to the Doors to Duke Ellington. I listen to a lot of Brian Eno and Harold Budd while I am sitting very still and concentrating.
I'm enjoying Mr. Robot and The Path. Stranger Things was fun and The Night Of was amazing.
In the fifth grade, I entered the MS Read-a-Thon and collected pledges of between 1 cent to a nickel a book. A few pledged a quarter per book. These folks thought I was going to read 3-4 books, max. I blew past that number quite early on. (I just checked with my mom that I am remembering correctly; she confirms that I read 127 books). And these weren't dopey little See Jane Run books. I was reading to satisfy my ravenous curiosity. I was tested as reading at a 12th grade level in the 6th grade, and I had spent the entire summer, every summer of my youth, reading. I would leave the library with literally as many books as I could carry (my arms stretched full-length and straight, not bending at the elbow). I burned through the entire young adult/fantasy/science fiction section at the library of the small North Dakota town where I visited my great-grandmother, and the librarian still remembered me 30 years later. Needless to say, it was a bit tough collecting on my pledges. The worst part was that people thought I was ripping them off, instead of being amazed at the blazing intellect and gumption billowing forth from the little girl standing before them. I didn't win the bike because I was disqualified for blowing the curve. Fuck those guys.
And yet, with all that reading, I feel like I have giant holes in my reading history. I need to tackle more literary fiction. The classic novels. Contemporary fiction. I want to stop reading my fucking Facebook feed and get into something more wholesome and delicious.
I would also like some potato chips.