A bit about me:
Age: 34
Sign: Capricorn
Residence: Northern NJ
Favourites
Cookie: White chocolate macadamia
Icecream: Butter pecan
Meal: Pad Thai and Chicken Satay
Scent: Tresór
Magazine: New York and Talk
Movie: Buster and Billie
Book: A Patch of Blue by Elizabeth Kata, Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel
CD: Elton John live in Australia with the Melbourne symphony ochestra
Author: Toni Morrison
Artist: Francisco Zuniga
Poet: Lewis Carroll and Willa Cather
Colour: Amber
Actor: (stage) Terrance Mann (screen)good question!
Actress: (stage) Heather Headley (screen) Jessica Lange
Fruit: Pears or Mangos
Dream vacation: Turtle Island, Fiji
Boxers or Briefs? Briefs : )!
The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
Excerpt from
The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best--" and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
-- A.A. Milne
On my Night stand:
Kaye Gibbons 'On the Occasion of My Last Afternoon',
Charles Frazier's 'Cold Mountain',
'Breaking Ice: An Anthology of Contemporary African-American Fiction' Editor: Terry Mcmillian
Last Rented:
Dreaming of Joseph Lees,
Billy Elliot,
Soft fruit,
The Legend of Baggar Vance
In My CD Player:
Frances Dunnery 'One Night in Sauchiehall Street',
REM 'Reckoning,
Marvin Gaye 'Midnight Love'
When I am an old Women
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple with a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin sandals and say I've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired and gobble up samples in shops and press alarms bells and run my stick along the public railings and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick the flowers in other peoples gardens and learn to spit.
I can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat and eat three pounds of sausage at a go or only bread and pickle for a week. And hoard pens and pencils and beermats And things in boxes.
But now I must have clothes that keep me dry and pay my rent and not swear in the street and set a good example for the children. I will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised when suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
--Jenny Joseph
Above 3 photos: Seated Woman by Francisco Zuniga
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not then be false to any man.
-- Shakespeare
Let the world know you as you are, not as you think you should be.
-- Fannie Brice