IPOD
RADIO
age: 37 (Oct 03, 1970)
MEMBER SINCE: July 2005
occupation: student
crush: The fox in my life.
i lost my virginity: too late and to the wrong person.
most humbling moment: What do you mean? ;-)
sign: "Pay Attention!"
fantasy: I want to be the hero.
gets me hot: the eyes are the most important thing; but I also like "motherly" hips, small breasts, pale-skinned blue-eyed brunettes, itty-bitty blondes; tight jeans, velvet, chokers, Victorian styles; intelligence, strong will, deviance; rough and tumble sex
makes me sad: myself sometimes, being lonely, alcohol (yup, gotta avoid the stuff), the state of the world, stupid people (not ignorant, not uneducated, ...stupid), ...* oh, wait; those last two make me mad, not sad. ;)
makes me happy: kitties, driving on the open road, dining with friends, the beach, the mountains, good music, good coffee, community and friendly folks, serendipity, tranquility
into: intelligent conversation, good times with friends, egalitarianism, all things geeky, the sublime and the subliminal, architecture, anthropology, ecology, lots of -ologies and -ics, etc...
heroes: I'm not into hero worship, but if I had to list some influential people they'd be Dr. Ernesto "Che" Guevara and Malcolm X, and, of course, Sam Mockbee.
- TYPE WHERE COMMENT WHEN?
- BLOG Frost's blog *image-only* 7/17/08
- BLOG schiavona's blog 'tis late. I'm going to go to bed now, so that I can... 7/17/08
- BLOG TheFox's blog ...'cuz I am teh awesomest!! And, yes, the new place... 7/17/08
- GROUP who put the blacklight... who put the blacklight... 7/14/08
- GROUP We're much cooler than... We're much cooler than... 7/14/08
- BLOG schiavona's blog My new fave' drink is plum vodka in ... of all things... 7/1/08
- GROUP How old were you when... How old were you when... 1/12/08
On the drive home tonight we passed a daycare center; it reminded me of a daycare I attended as a tot. It was in Champaign, Illinois, I think... "marble" floors, some wide stairs to the cafeteria? in the basement, gravel parking lot (playing Ring Around the Rosie), finger painting, the kid with the candy bracelet, ....
I've meant for years to write all these memories down and to ask my mom about them, to get her memories about my memories, because I have a lot of them from my early childhood.
...and then I remembered. My mother has frontal lobe dementia. She can't speak anymore. I can't ask her these things because she can't tell me about them anymore.
So now I just want to cry...