Robin Crane Destiny

I'm doing a project where myself and hopefully others choose a favorite photo, then write 1 description of the dream way we'd like to be perceived, and 1 description of an ideal life.  I'm going first to get the ball rolling.

I would like to be thought of as a beautiful artist poet who works a 9-5 desk job out of bravery and necessity to provide well for my family, but for it to be evident that the drudgery of work doesn't touch my soul.  I want to seem smart, funny, nurturing to underdogs, and potty-mouthed.  And for everyone to think that I am a wonderful mother, a little intimidating to strangers, honest about my feelings when I don't like someone, bound for some really special fate, and above all, charmed.

My ideal life involves winning the lottery, keeping my los angeles home, owning a small home in an English Countryside, buying a small home for my mom, dad and Stepmom and my husband's family, writing an absolutely pure, heartbreaking, long, necessary novel that saves lives, teaching as a guest lecturer at Oxford or something. giving my son the best life ever, owning a Volvo, also another home in a French countryside, opening a homeless shelter and a battered women's shelter, and living forever.

2 Sad, eerily prescient death-songs I love (mentioned in a recent post)

 

 

My Belief System

secular humanism

Breath Alphabet: Children's Dictionary (a zine orig. pub'd Spring 1999)

 hi darlings.  the above were some excerpts from a zine that doesn't seem to be dated, but i recall writing it my second year of college/olympia, in spring of 1999 i think.  it is called Breath Alphabet:  Children's Dictionary.  You may notice the alphabet's a little light in this dictionary, which is because i don't like some of the definitions i wrote anymore.  i hope you enjoyed.

xoxo 

robin

p.s. aw, when i wrote the part about preferring to think of the Beatles as all being dead, George hadn't died yet.