She came to speak at my school (in Abidjan, Cote d’Ivoire) in 1994 (I think). She knew my English teacher and was on her way to North Africa to do a documentary on female circumcision. I was 13 and wanted to be a writer then. She spoke to our class and I don’t remember a thing she said. I asked a question but I don’t remember what it was. I shook her hand and introduced myself. What I do remember is that she was purposeful. I want to be purposeful.
In 2005 I:
Went camping for the second time ever.
Threw a party for my husband.
Had a baby.
Got a guitar.
Visited New Orleans before Katrina.
Spent two weeks at the beach.
Went back to school.
Miserably failed my financial goals.
Managed lots of great visits with the people I love the most.
Because he’s bought a house, and I want to. Because he wants to learn to play the guitar, and I am. And because he posted a link to an article that I had read. But mostly because in the last few days as I update my 43things his name keeps popping up. Which is weird.
I don’t necessarily want to work for Apple… but I would love to have someone push me to my creative limits. I would love to produce some great thing or project and know it’s great because he was finally satisfied with it.
Rachel Maddow is by far the smartest person I have ever heard. Ever. I may have a slight crush.
I would love to just sit around and smoke a pipe with him. Make some smoke rings. Some people should never die.
Last Chance to See was amazing. And it’s creepy. Because I read it right after he died. And I had already missed my last chance to meet.
sadness.
Hawkmeister wants to meet jeansyoga
AlleaRebecca
Angelina Jolie
Emily Haines
Lis
Alex Guerrero
IamElectroGirl wants to meet catskyfly
Jensen Ackles
Fred Astaire
1sdavis
Salvador Dalí
blackeyesinsc
Alicia Silverstone
Morticia
Steve Buscemi
Evangeline Lilly
withlovebyli wants to meet Athena
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Bill Moyers
