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Interested In:
Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Jun 2003
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Hometown:
Everywhere
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Company:
Numb Magazine, Arcosanti, Illinois House of Representatives (Democrat Staff)
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jewel's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/657505
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Other education:
University of Illinois, University of Chicago, life
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Occupation:
Writer, Ceramicist, General Smartypants on-the-run
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Affiliations:
Arcosanti, Sierra Club, Greenpeace, the Feminist Majority, Oxfam, MENSA
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What I enjoy doing:
Native tongues, playing numerous musical instruments, etymology, writing, learning words, hyphenating shit, the Harlem Renaissance, learning to knit, being a crafty wench, vegetarianism, Buddhism, mischief-making, mushroom hunting in the Spring and Fall, stealing hearts, kissing fingertips
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Favorite Books:
The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros, Dangerous Angels by Francesca Lia Block, Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery, Lolita by Nabakov, The Antelope Wife by Louise Erdrich, Her by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, On the Road by Jack Kerouac
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Favorite Movies:
Lost in Translation, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Eat Drink Man Woman, Farewell My Concubine, Goodfellas, The Red Violin, The Secretary, 9 1/2 Weeks, The Milagro Beanfield War, Like Water for Chocolate, The Royal Tenenbaums, Raise the Red Lantern, Whale Rider, Eat a Bowl of Tea, Hester Street
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Favorite Music:
!!!, Robbie Robertson, U2, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, John Lee Hooker, Lightnin' Hopkins, Patti Smith, Ben Lee, the Pixies, Nina Simone, Heather Nova, Jack Johnson, Ben Harper, They Might Be Giants, Jellyroll Morton, Fats Domino, Daniel Lanois, Ben Folds, Prince, Johnny Cash, Portishead, Nouvelle Vague, Zero 7, Buena Vista Social Club, Snow Patrol, Hooverphonic, Tricky, Depeche Mode
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Favorite TV Shows:
Forensics Files, National Geographic Explorer, Orange County Choppers. Otherwise, I watch little television.
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About Me:
I'm everything your mama warned you about and nothing you want to take home, a modern bratling with a penchant for wearing dangerous shoes and talking tons of jive. I wish my stomach were a lily and my tongue a rosepetal. Instead, I am a blur of awkwardness and mussed hair. Eat me up (and eat me good) with a spoon at muse.livejournal.com (no www before the word muse) or numbmagazine.com. Go ahead and underestimate me. You make me stronger that way. I'll sharpen my teeth on your bones.
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Who I Want to Meet:
People of all persuasions and sensibilities, brimming with possibility. Hot-ass rebels.
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her eyes, the deep blue abuzz with splender
and candor. i await future hours of
conversation that will take us to the depths
of the quintessential present. precious...
about someone I have never met before,
but Jewel's writing is truly
inspirational and intimate.
She is the older sister I never had. xo.
really carried on any sort of prolonged
internet correspondence with you, i
have always thought you have a kind
heart and a keen mind.
me when I was younger. He was a
Russian immigrant, and had many tales
involving Russian gypsies or Sorgi.
One he told was of a small band of
gypsies who had a magic song, by which
they brought the spring to the lands,
and peace to warring peoples. The
entire band would sing the song, and
it would sweep over the plains like a
grassfire, leaving blossoms and green
pastures in its wake. A wicked holy
man was jealous of their power, and
three times, he entreated the elder to
reveal the secret of the song. Each
time, the elder spoke and said "The
secret isn't in the song". Finally,
the holy man could no longer contain
is envy, and he rallied a town of weak
and callous folks to descend upon the
gypsies, and to bring them low with
shovel and stick. Eventually, all
that remained was the elder, who had
gathered all the souls of his fallen
people into a ball of ice the size of
an apple, glowing from within. The
wicked holy man was driven to posesses
the orb, and snatched it from the old
man...but as he did, the orb split
open and the song, louder than ever
before crashed onto the land. The
holy man's wicked heart was unable to
withstand the joy of the song, and he
fell dead, and the villagers were made
sick by the noise. The noise rose
across the land, and when it found a
kindred heart, pieces of the song
would lodge there, and make a new
vessel of magic. So, now, spread
across the earth, there are those who
carry parts of the song, bringing the
blossoms with their voices, and
showing light and peace to those who
seek it. My grandfather told me if I
listened very closely, sometimes I
would here bits of the song in the
words and silences of those around me
who had been blessed.
Then, one day, I heard the words of
Jewel.
and a fellow muse. She's the kind of
person you want to write poetry about,
but then realize there's simply no
words to do her justice. Yep, she
kicks major ass.
y'see, are more than just their art--
their writing, music, painting--it's
where all that stuff comes from that's
half the Muse, and the other half, I
reckon, is in where all that stuff
goes out to. Everyone who's exposed to
a true Muse is able to see the beauty
in life, in both it's ups and downs.
True Muses see the potential of
goodness but are still able to revel
and love and encourage the good that's
already there. Jewel is a giver of
Life, a true Blessing, a damned good
Person, and the most capital-M type of
Muse I've ever ever known.
written presence...her words leap from
the page to your brain to the memories
you keep in the back of your mind to
your heart and sometimes down
below....she is a force to be reckoned
with, a beauty, and a sharing, giving
friend... :)