Julie

antioch college, carver center for arts and technology, yama studio, library school TBA

University of North Carolina - Chapel Hill, Attended 2007 - Present, Master's Degree, Library Science
Antioch College, Attended 1998 - 2002, Class of , Bachelor's Degree, Literature/Communications

radical librarian/undercover warrior

FEMME MILITIA, odd bones

cityscapes, straight whiskey, intellectual freedom, indexing, gradations of red and blue, waffle house, playin' drums and singin', unbashful dance parties, femme, androgyny, disorders and syndromes, old time country duets, being a mermaid, sweet potatoes, triumphing over shyness, lamps, letters snail style, fierce feminists, independent media, libraries/librarians/library science, vintage glasses frames, feasting, making out, baltimore, disability and chronic pain, yoga, fiction

the heart is a lonely hunter (carson mccullers), jeanette winterson, virginia woolf, jamaica kincaid, audre lorde, pema chodron, for colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enough (ntozake shange), hothead paisan, the mixquiahuala letters (ana castillo), picture of dorian gray (oscar wilde), goodmorning midnight (jean rhys), all in my head: an epic quest to cure an unrelenting, totally unreasonable, and only slighty enlightening headache by paula kamen, bitch magazine, feminist collections journal

henry and june was pretty hot, gadjo dilo, goodfellas, life in debt, but i'm a cheerleader, anything tragic (i am bad at picking favorites, i have to think about this) the hours is the best one i've seen in a while but the book was a lot better

nina simone, pj harvey, hazel dickens and alice gerrard, manu chao, nick cave, josephine foster, joy division, the gossip, bjork, cyndi lauper, sister nancy, the raincoats, lucinda williams, jean grae, the au pairs, the organ, yo la tengo, nick drake, the smiths, sleater kinney, the dirty three, gillian welch, godspeed you black emperor, talking heads, nick cave murder ballads, country duets, dolly ranchers, hank williams, x-ray spex

usually when i turn the tv on i want to jump out the window, so i don't do this.

i have a tendency to silence and solitude but once in a while i go crazy on the dance
floor. i love post-industrial cities and people i can't quite figure out. i love gender ambiguity and coffee and mornings and uncomposed people. i like it when people shatter my expectations of them. i am a non-degree-holding librarian at a radical library. someday i want to write novels that express the utter alienation and dehumanization of our world today: windows that don't open, fake plants (which to me = the end of the world), going from box to box (car to house to car etc.), people all over the streets who've surrendered to madness, beauracracies like insurance companies, small claims courts etc., antidepressants and tranquilizers- you know what i'm talking about. i tend to be pessimistic and sad but i've learned how to laugh about that. i've never fit in to any particular group of people and i don't ever want to. what else can i say? i'm just trying to find my way, fluctuating between calmness like the middle of the sea and fearful anxiety.
how can you not?

i want to meet some femme fatales in baltimore (or anywhere for that matter) and other troublemakers here with wildfire in their eyes.
people who come from darkness but aren't ruled by it.
people who struggle.
revolutionaries, dykes, fierce feminists, yogis/yoginis, unbashful dancers, anti-capitalists, bookworms, people who live like fiction and think like fiction, believers, urbanites, androgynites, old wise women, lady rockers, gender outlaws, the maladjusted, men who display emotion, the painfully anxious, the other half, other hairy sicilian (ok, you don't HAVE to be sicilian) women, nerdy awkward folks, people who think grammar and vocabulary are really sexy, people who will hang out with me and listen to old country music
other dawgs.