April Valentine

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About me

Industry Arts
Occupation Filmmaker, freelance writer, trained dramaturg
Location Santa Cruz, California, United States
Introduction BACKGROUND: I was born a cockeyed optimist in the suburbs of Ft. Lauderdale, FL. I grew up secretly believing my Dad was Captain Kirk from Star Trek and my Mom was Mary Tyler Moore in a parallel universe. I desperately wanted to be Julie from the Mod Squad, and so set off on a life of adventure. EDUCATION: I have a Master's degree in a completely unemployable subject, my uncle won the Maryland state lottery in 1979, and I was once used as bait in a Secret Service sting to catch a potential Presidential assassin (and have the FBI file to prove it). WHERE YOU'LL FIND ME: At the Camera Obscura, Rodeo Beach, some film festival or another, the Pez Museum, a black-box theatre, or in the stacks of the nearest library reading diaries of 17th Century Barber-Surgeons.
Interests Art, theater, film, modern dance, pop-culture artifacts, human behavior, arcane & barely excavatable information, anything eccentric, really good food
Favorite Movies Wings of Desire, Sophie's Choice, Babbette's Feast, Ma Vie en Rose, Daytrippers, Manhattan, Rushmore, All About Eve, Sunset Boulevard, The Philadelphia Story, Bicycle Thief, 8 1/2, Nashville, Grey Gardens, Hands on a Hard Body, Matewan, Superstar: the Karen Carpenter Story
Favorite Music Gypsy Jazz, Delta Blues, Barrelhouse Piano, Barry Manilow, Broadway Musicals, 80's assymetrical-hair music, Dave's True Story, Patti Smith, The Shins, Velvet Underground, Michelle Shocked, Sunshine Club, Nick Drake, Elvis Costello, Aimee Mann
Favorite Books Charlotte's Web, Franny & Zooey, The Awakening, End of the Affair, The Trick of It, The Passion, Love in the Time of Cholera, The World of Normal Boys, Lives of the Monster Dogs, Lolita, A Home at the End of the World, anything by Anne Lamott (even her Jesus stuff), An Exaltation of Larks, Television as an Instrument of Terror, the Oxford English Dictionary

When you spilled the milk, did it look like the moon?

Not until I left it on the counter for three weeks and it began turning into cheese.