suzula

Columbia University

Actor, muse, and Astralwerks pimpstress

meteor showers, rhythm, cheese and chocolate, rivers, graffiti, foreplay (especially kissing), music, yoga, live theatre, backrubs and foot massages

the savage girl by alex shakar, shel silverstein, the new yorker magazine, atlas shrugged, culture jam, on the road, comics by pete bagge and roberta gregory, poetry

i just got blown away by monster. anything by woody allen; mulholland drive; waiting for guffman; the godfather; memento; dark passage; all about eve; true romance; human traffic; secretary; drugstore cowboy, thursday

house music all night long (it's a spiritual thing); early jane's addiction; naked music; basement jaxx; ani difranco; billie, ella, stevie, and jimi; armand van helden (oh poppy entra mi casa is sooooooo hot); rainy day crush

the revolution will not be televised (thank you gil scott heron). the sopranos, the simpsons, six feet under, law and order, northern exposure, and i simply can't wait for 'america's shiniest objects' to start airing

Libra

when you spellcheck my name you get "sexual" and "sizzle"
as alternatives. as far as i'm concerned, the only reasons
to continue breathing are: falling in love (or lust);
burning man; dancing dancing dancing dancing; mango;
the bass; creating things; and unconditional friendship.
i'm a diva and an alpha female (unless i'm wearing the
schoolgirl outfit). i see a major distinction between
discussion and argument. i mailed the postcard from the
edge and beat it home. i listen, i care, and i'm real.

playmates. unconventional and fearless thinkers. courage
and creativity. eye contact. intelligence and savvy, but
no pretentiousness. someone whose strength and confidence
complement rather than conflict with mine. people who can
thrive in the woods, in the desert, and in new york city.
(you know, the kind of person who can make a compass out
of a paperclip and a magnet AND look like a million bucks
after spending less than $20 at a vintage store). i
prefer quality to quantity and i never, ever want to waste
time talking about the weather. and, you've gotta be able
to dance 'til the end without missing a beat. jack
kerouac sums it up pretty well: "...the only people for
me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to
talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same
time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars and in the m