oclynch
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| Gender | Female |
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| Location | Atlanta, Georgia |
| Introduction | i think i have evolved nicely, although i do have my maladroit moments. I want to understand how calculators work, i miss fingerpainting, and i think pickled ginger is heavenly. A fine example of the distilled remnants of the leisure class. decantered to excellence. prone to making analogies involving the production of cognac. I have my delusions of grandeur, i have my pocket handkerchief, and i have my doubts. I have an odd obsession with groundhog day. and anything francophone not on fire. |
| Interests | systems. both closed and open. Thermodynamics and Entropy, but only to the extent Smithson and Pynchon require. I ain't no damn science wiz. But that being said, I will be the next Mr. Wizard. I will be the next Bill Nye. And Future generations will wish they had a giant big collection in their basement laboratory. alliteration, ventriloquism. its a bit harder than it looks, unfortunatly. i like making noise, both artificial and homespun. mildew-in my bathroom- mustard- not on MY sandwich. rain- in spain preferably. owls, porcupines, soft, cold, furry, feathers, tabacco, babar, harmony, discord. my red and silver onespeed beauty, tirepatch kits, sweet sweat, and enthusiasm |
| Favorite movies | 1-Harold and Maude. Perhaps not the most ground breaking movie, but i do remember being moved to tears. I think it was the first thing i saw that really made me question the things i believed to be concrete and unequivocal. Also, Cat Stevens. 2-The land before time. I was very young when i saw this film (as were most, i would assume) but i can still remember how absolutely devastated i was when little foot's mother dies. especially because so had what seems to be 90% of the population. you think Bambi had it rough? please, at least he wasn't being stalked by a monster 30 times his size. 3-The Labyrinth. what is there to say? I was somewhere in my late preteens when I became obsessed. Bowie and Jim Henson. 4-Rushmore. To this day, whenever i hear Oh la la by the faces, I cant help but recall the end sequence, and the feeling of the films rests in my chest. Something like a neopolitan ice cream sandwich, except the ice cream is regret, frustration, and despair, and the chocolate wafers are hope and laughter. 5-Robin hood. (the Errol Flynn version.) not only does it star my namesake as the bold and beautiful maid Marian, but i think i must have watched the VHS my parents taped off pbs about 1000 times when i was younger. Also, i distinctly remember my little brother (who was more a fan of the Disney version with the animals) whispering knowingly in my ear "you know that woman is really a chicken" |
| Favorite music | Anything Besides Zydeco. Particularly partial to evocative meanderings of introspective men and women of various cultures and time periods. And Banjos. |
| Favorite books | all of them |