Naomi Graychase

Smith College, Attended 1990 - 1994, Class of 1994, Bachelor's Degree, American Studies/Education

writer

san francisco, crossword puzzles, thrift stores (most particularly for vintage dresses and dishware. i have a deep fondness for dishware), gardening, listening to french radio stations over the internet, travel--but mostly so as to visit my friends, board games, time with friends, playing records--actual records, not CDs, organizing (as in, making things happen that are wither wicked fun--like giant scavenger hunt parties--or make some sort of difference, at least in theory--like sister spit, or which are meaningful without being a sappy, heavy-handed pain-in-the-ass--like my solstice celebrations), clutter-clearing, basketball, movies, particularly at home on dvd or at the drive-in, food--i love to be fed more than almost anything in the world, rain, affection, reading out loud, advocacy, independence, growth--of the personal, sort, books, good tv (don't be obnoxious and tell me this is an oxymoron)

a wrinkle in time, to kill a mockingbird, the tipping point, the secret history, the harry potter books (seriously, i really do love them. i tried not to...but it didn't work)

garden state, wonder boys, how to steal a million, die hard, (never westerns), the star wars trilogy, say anything, the sound of music, some kind of wonderful

singer/songwriters, 80s pop, anything you can dance to, swing, latin

America's Next Top Model, The Colbert Report, Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, project runway, CSI, Survivor, Alias seasons 1-3, Felicity Season 1-3, Lost, Sex and the City, Seinfeld

my friend jon reed says--and i think he's quoting chris rock?--when you meet somebody for the first time, you're not meeting them. You're meeting their representative.

i would like to meet the you who is you--not your representative.

***

in her mind,
she's a superhero supermodel
she believes in magic
not rabbits out of hats,
but love out of disaster
and healing out of disease
she
has edges
made of razors
and flesh
as tender as a lamb's
you could knock her over with a feather
but not
a battering ram
there are walls of glass inside her,
framing complex, gentle grace,
after thirty
years of living
she is taking
up some space
she could not
run off
to the circus
so she brought the circus
to herself
now she glitters
like a garden
like she's loved
by someone else
and she's rolling
like an ocean
only known by
distant shores
oh this woman
knows her lovers
by their footsteps
out
the door
so
she goes
about her business
solving crimes
like she can fly
she is dancing
at the circus
all alone
and kicking high

**

Recently Watched:

Ghost World
Notting Hill
Weeds, Season 1
Snakes on a Plane
Adam and Steve
The Sound of Music
Sense and Sensibility

oh, for heaven's sakes. i don't know. it's not like placing an order at the drive-in. or is it? maybe that's what i've been missing. i'd like a strawberry shake, please. and fries. with ketchup. but not in a packet. i want a bottle i can squirt it out of.

it would be incredibly refreshing to meet someone who enjoyed me as much as i enjoyed them. who wouldn't ask me to be less than i am. who doesn't have intimacy issues quote-unquote. i mean, we all have intimacy issues to some degree. but if i could find someone with issues compatible with mine, well, that would just be dandy.

i suppose the primary requirement is that my life has to be better with you in it. or you can't be in it. right?