Life is a series of moments, so I leave you with a moment to moment sketch: Water in its every form: rainbows arcing, river rapids rising, the ebb and flow of tide, I maintain a healthy fear and fascination of it. No one writes intellectual porn better than Tom Robbins. Listening to a Charlie Brown christmas and thinking of snoopy tapdancing puts me in giggles. I wonder why people use four letter words such as nice, good (for I am not) when there are so many words out there, why stick to the same monotonous litany? I ll admit, I'm a word whore, coupling the pristine with the naughty. Learning from cultures and hands-on experiences have been my most eloquent teachers. They have taught me to understand the value of living fully in the moment and how to appreciate both successes and setbacks as valued parts of life. I see that getting my hands dirty from digging a landfill and laughing with my friends under a tarp during a downpour is not something I can feel, taste or smell in a book -- no photograph has ever completely captured a smile. I have no problem getting filthy from making earth ovens and the mudfight that ensues to showering in 20 minutes, donning a dress and heels to run out the door to catch the first act of La Boheme. I know the difference between a darling sin zin and it's bastardized brother, the white and believe that food should be relished on all occasions. I'm not sure what I'm looking for. If you are jaded realist, I can offer you optimist's tugging rainbowed hopefulness. If you are shy, I can coax you out to play by peppering you with questions -- there is no problem building your castles in the sky as long as you build foundations underneath them. I like assholes as long as they're considerate about it. Anything short of mad passionate living, is a waste of your time.