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Any indian food with paneer. Namely palak/saag. Good golly it's delicious.
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I would rather be really, really good at one thing. And that one thing would be achieving and sustaining billionaire status.
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"Well," "Also, "Absolutely."
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One: And so we begin.
Two: How uneventful was this?
Three: Three happens to be my favorite number
Four: This is probably when the things that made me grow up weird happen.
Five: I only have one horrifying memory from being five.
Six: My student life begins.
Seven: For the first time, I am called a faggot; thanks, Dad!
Eight: I lost my keys in a snowy alley way.
Nine: Nine is three times three; triple the three love.
Ten: Double digits begin; my fear of aging is rooted.
Eleven: For the first time, I love.
Twelve: Moving past that I lost my virginity, this year, I decided I hated Brazil and asked myself, "why would I ever want to go there?"
Thirteen: My insomnia reaches its most critical stages, I am functionally ill.
Fourteen: For the first time, I gay love.
Fifteen: My good friend of mine comes to live with me; I am seduced.
Sixteen: I get a job that will change my life.
Seveneen: They only want you when you're seventeen; when you're twenty-one, you're no fun.
Eighteen: Vice development: I travel far, I travel wide.
Nineteen: A lone Brazilian boy changes my mindset completely, leaving me to beg the question: "Why would I never want to go there?"
Twenty: Honduras and Switzerland capture my heart and mind (not respectively).
Twenty-One: They only want you when you're seventeen; when you're twenty-one, you're no fun. -
Mint Chocolate Chip. All the delicious mint, with horrible bits of chocolate.
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"As an artist I'd choose the thing that's beautiful more than the one that's true." --Laurie Anderson
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They're basically magical. They live on a tiny island system and are ALMOST like Australians, but not. Which makes them super-dooper!
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I would probably have to say feta. And I don't have many cheese related experiences, ironically.
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Explaining myself. To try and hvae people understand what I mean, without them drawing conclusions that aren't mine.
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As in like... pie crust? Definitely that.
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I don't even know what short pastry is!
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Life is a Banquet by Rossalind Russel. And Nothing in My Pocket by Laurie Anderson. I have faith my parents will manage both of these things.
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There was this one drinking game that was a DVD you played along to. Many funny situations, PLUS everyone was drunk beyond all belief within an hour.
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Freeze to death, obviously.
You'd go numb and slip unconcious.
Where as with burning, there's all that horrible burning you have to endure. -
I don't drink! So I am lame. However if the drinking games are fun I'll join in with my non-alcoholic drink. Like Cranberry juice! Nummies.
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Never ran away from home. My only story even near so was when all of my family was fighting with each other. So I prepared to leave and said "I need to get away from here." I then took the bus to the other side of the city and wasted the day away.
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It depends on what they're writing. If they're writing a critical piece on science or history, no. If they're trying to portray something artistic, sure. Let not technique hamper the power.
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The question made me laugh. Hard. I like me some Tegan, only because she writes the more... emotional songs. Not that Sara doesn't, of course.
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Holy shit. I am totally ill-equipped for this question.
Err... if I had to, I'd say...
I'm too indecisive for stuff like this.
Reminds me of when I had the chance to engrave two lines on the back of my ipod. Took me 2 weeks before I finally decided to just skip it. -
Something over 6 feet tall. Thais question just reminded me of a lovely moment in Honduras. *memory*
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Naïf Eté’s Bio
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