Forty-seven.
Poet, writer, editor; a graphomaniac, for sure.
Loves the sound of rain, the smell of homemade ratatouille, the pleasure of company, and the serenity of solitude--not all in that order.
Reads way too much; possibly a bibliomaniac.
Otaku since 1990; fujoshi since 2002. Slash fan and advocate of gender-bending/blending.
Loves Japanese style, gypsy music, manga, anime, Russian poets and poetry over all.
Super keen on movies, crime drama, satire, bad puns, and art.
Fat chick--not into thinspo, fatspo, or any spo.
People watcher, eavesdropper, and fond of hidden places.
Singer in a Sunday choir. No, really.
Speaker of Spanish, French, and Portuguese.
In love with libraries.
Misses the pleasure of sitting on a porch greatly.
Personal assistant to a fighting, biting lightning-fast tuxedo cat.
Working on my first book of poetry--look for Set List in 2012!
Alive and living in the City Beautiful, a/k/a Coral Gables.
Posts tagged: quaintrelle
I’m a mixed bag at the moment.
Yesterday was one of those days where I wanted to cry, laugh, and curl up into a ball. I’m still feeling the impact.
The Coral Gables Cultural Council held a meeting, so I went to see and hear. Strolled and window-shopped, came home, changed clothes, and went off to the library.
After I left, I went to Books and Books, where the Coral Gables Democratic Club was meeting. Talked to a couple of people with Occupy Miami, listened to several speakers—among them Alex Sink, ran into Grisel S. from my days at LACC. She gave me her card.
And somewhere along the way, the frustration over being jobless, combined with grief and PTSD flashbacks, steamrolled me. It was a wonder I didn’t hurl myself onto the parquet and start wailing. I ran into Jonathan Rose and Liz, and they helped me chill. Also got an offer to volunteer for a mayoral candidate race, met several more interesting people…
I wanted to stay in bed this morning. But I had to remind myself what was going down tonight (I read at Books & Books, at the Famous Last Friday poetry night) and got up, fed Ten-Ten, and got out to check my email.
I’m nervous and jumpy and I still feel like laughing and crying all at once. Forgive me for unburdening. I just need to know I’m heard.
I’m not a big South Beach fan: don’t sunbathe, the restos tend to be overpriced, and the face control of the nightclub scene…murder!
But I love Lincoln Road.
I love walking the length—from Washington Avenue to Alton Road—and buying not a damn thing in the shops. (Books and Books would be the grand exception!) I love watching crowds mill along: tourists from Sampa and Baires, laden with bags, couples of any number of orientations walking dogs, buskers playing Jack Johnson tunes for cash, parents with tots perusing the Sunday Farmer’s Market—and so much more!
I miss places like Gertrude’s. GayDar, Lyon Freres market. I miss the more relaxed vibe of the Road 15-20 years ago. Williams-Sonoma? The Gap? Victoria’s Secret? If I wanted to shop there, I’d go to Dadeland, Aventura, Merrick Park…
That said—I still love wasting time on Lincoln Road. It’s a wonderful place to see…
