Memory Echoes
| Industry | Publishing |
|---|---|
| Occupation | writer, compassionate badass, soulful little filly |
| Location | Arizona, United States |
| Introduction | I had a blurb in this space a few months ago that explained all about how people had tried to indoctrinate me into following their fundamentalist God after my mom's suicide and how that ended badly and how I'd decided to become a born again Colbertian instead because I was fairly certain that Stephen Colbert was NOT trying to smite me, mostly because he's blissfully unaware of my existence. And then I decided I was going to re-blurb that, except you know what? I'm not going to bend over and kiss Stephen Colbert's ass anymore, either. Unless it turns out that his buttocks are bright blue like that new species of monkey recently discovered in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. What're they called again? Oh yeah, lesulas. So unless Colbert is sporting a vibrant blue scrotum, perineum, and rear end like a lesula, my lips will not be puckering to show silent deference to him anymore as the Man God who's saved me from the existential wastelands of modern American life. So there. That's all you get. Satisfied? No? Fine. I'm a professional tragic figure learning to spin sorrow into laughter. It's hard, you know? |
| Interests | As expansive as the sky. |
| Favorite Movies | artfully made films delight me |
| Favorite Music | PJ Harvey, Ryan Adams, Peter Gabriel, Patti Smith, The Tragically Hip, yeah yeah yeahs, Lucinda Williams, Beck, Mos Def, Prince Paul, Tori Amos, Led Zeppelin, Cat Power, Kate Bush, Neil Young, U2, Bjork, Trampled By Turtles, David Bowie, Howlin' Wolf, X, The Divine Horsemen, Bob Dylan, ad infinitum |
| Favorite Books | old ones, new ones, funny ones, sad ones, many genres, many names, if it touches me, I don't abstain |
If you were a cannibal, what would you wear to dinner?
Lady Gaga