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"i'm short, but concentrated. i believe in words, but not exclusively. this world delights and confounds me: and though..."
More about Aleza
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Affiliations:
jews against the occupation nyc, formerlythursdaymehanata society, the reverb conspiracy, zaftig femmes affinity group
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Hobbies and Interests:
words, cooking strange vegetables, books and then more books, investigating underlying structures, cumin, my gorgeous new bicycle, building radical jewish community (and other kinds of community, too!), the view from the q train when you go over the bridge, the smell of libraries, rabble rousing, memory, history, language, bodies, expensive whisky, the color red, other people's cats, sex, pretending to be a monster with my sister, buenos aires, being a big femme, jews, activists, queers, nicaragua, night, windows
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Favorite Books:
regarding the pain of others, dreams of an insomniac, the taqwacores, autobiography of red, social history potboilers (aka rivington street), the master and margarita, the gastronomical me, the question of bruno, beans paper glass, against forgetting, witch baby, rolling the r's, in the skin of a lion, poetry like bread, love and longing in bombay, las cartas que no llegaron
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Favorite Movies:
rear window, mystery train, all about my mother, mullholland drive, delicatessen, romy and michelle's high school reunion
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Favorite Music:
pixies, ghetto tango (and adrienne cooper generally), sleater-kinney, magnetic fields, juanes, tom waits, morphine, cafe tacuba, the weakerthans, astrid hadad, david byrne, orishas, gotan project, the shondes!
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Favorite TV Shows:
i grew up without a tv: draw your own conclusions.
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About Me:
i'm short, but concentrated. i believe in words, but not exclusively. this world delights and confounds me: and though feelings of despair have been lurking lately, making me feel overwhelmed at how much work there is to do, i'm very glad to have an intensive enjoyment of things- black lace, roasted artichokes, the feeling of the air as i sail over the manhattan bridge on my bike, how it feels to plot revolution with the people i love- to balance that out.
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Who I Want to Meet:
people who will wax rhapsodic about the best way to cook lacinato kale. people who will wax rhapsodic about words like 'rhapsodic'. people who believe in the possibility of radical change and are working to make it happen. people who know where we can go out dancing in the post-mehanta age. people who want to go adventures to the depths of queens to eat things from former soviet republics. people who will wrestle me and not whine when i hit them hard. people who own sewing machines and will teach me to use them. people who will talk theory. people who explain their terms. people who get really excited. people who value their sense of smell. people who have big plans. people who don't think midnight is too late. people who like very loud music. people who give a shit. people who like coney island in the winter.
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when my ex-girlfriend spilled water all over my copy of dangerous angels, aleza was there to loan me hers and encourage me to read it again. (yes, it turned out to be exactly as good as you said it was.)
and those big fat chewy gnocchi she made for that huge meal she catered senior year? shit, i'd have to compress three store-bought gnocchi together just to get the size right. let alone the crazy seasonings. mmph!
basically, what i'm trying to say is that i miss aleza.
someone was thinking right when they thought up aleza.
3.9.07
aleza said bring an amusement. little did she know the debauchery that would ensue. stinking of fish and beer, we performed hits from p.c. children's musicals of the 1970s. a shabbes to remember if there ever was one.
she is H-to-the-C hardcore about the following things: dancing into the wee hours, eating beans and greens, and the classic fall-slash-winter boots-tights-skirt ensemble. also, she has boundless energy and the ability to snuggle while enduring salmonberries even after i had fallen asleep and it was clear that k.d. lang was going to bring us no happiness, art, or cinematic beauty.
p.s. i have your spoon from the park.
details of all of the scandalously good
meals i've shared with aleza. when she
first told me she used to have a
catering business, i didn't believe her
- now i wonder why she doesn't start one
again, where she whisks curries, struts
across the floor in scoop-neck sweaters,
and periodically sips from a
rhinestone-studded flask.
as coworkers we obsessively emailed
about identity and theory (and um
identity theory) back and forth until
communing in the kitchen to talk about
All Things Queer that made the jewish
professional heads turn. coworkers no
longer, we see each other around every
corner, which is a good thing,
punctuated by extensive wine-soaked
conversations, excellent meals, gym
encouragements, and the occasional
karaoke song.
also, she puts up poetry guerilla-style
in public bathrooms.
about Aleza is that she's not shy about
her need to discuss kale. And since I
share that need, I look forward to the
day we'll bump into each other at the Co-
Op in the produce isle. But more
importantly I think Aleza and I are both
bears and therefore have some kind of
pre-verbal understanding of each other.
I'm so psyched to get to know her and
have her in P. Hts with me! We're gonna
rock the gym together.
the rest of us a chance. You might hope that
passions arranged so broadly would indicate a
scattered mind, skipping from social justice, to
cooking, to tango without consideration. But in fact
she knows each subject up and under, and fair
few more besides. When focused, her intelligence
is crystalline. I doubt that I'm the only one to feel
her mark upon my life as empirically measurable.
Skim across my brain and you'll find cascades of
synapses falling from each meeting, across ten
years and four continents. And while I tell
everyone my pride and excitement at "discovering
The Question of Bruno, in the interests of fairness I
should mention where I discovered it: Aleza's
windowsill.
course . . . we New Yorkers are honored
to have this prime, poetic, unprim,
improper, political, personable, pretty
piratess as one of us. ha ha ha!
there's no taking her away from us now!
(at least not from ME)
psyched that she was getting involved
with Tekiah. Then she up and moved to
NYC! D'oh. So you New Yorkers better
feel grateful to have her there, okay?
Otherwise we may do what we can to lure
her back.