#vicky lim

[antiquatedfuture]

Let it Sink #9/Abstract Door #6

Séances, great rock organists and the police, an HR gargoyle, and much more.

[ladiesalmanackfilm]

VICKY LIM - U.S. INTERN

It is said that Virgos have a love of Knowledge and Know­-how, of that which is, and that which may be. Vicky Lim is a sleuth, a skilled gumshoe, a journalist of imminence and for the Ladies Almanack she is our Tumblr Blurbr.

Writing a profile is like giving a haircut, she says, I do not want to turn you around to the mirror to see what I have done.

Vicky Lim Squints Hard into the text already written to find the Text-soon-to come, or what we need to hear. Salve to our ears, though she prefers the silent chatter of the chat box space and sets the closed caption for subtitles English to English so she can see the words on screen.

This Virgo rising Leo Lunar Sagittarian, of twenty seven years is a self-declared intern whose zine Abstract Door will make your all time favorite list the moment you read it. She is a reader and a reader into-er.  “A Woman of No Fashion” whose candor and notepad will steal your heart.

Are you gonna ride this midnight sleep deprivation high?

Vicky works best in a panic, internal deadlines coinciding with the full moon. An informal information-age midwife delivering news that will save your budget, links that will save your soul, and frozen green peas encrypted especially for those in the room, about to traverse an ocean.

She knows-how a computer is a portal/ for a scribe of old time/ hunting down a word/ used in a witch’s t.v. show/ scriving/ sighing/ with her pen

feels so good to cross stuff off~~

She knows-how the internet is a place. There, she asks you in one-to one threads

How can I create my own confusion?

There, in the realm of midnite edits and  all-day brainstorms

feel free to spam me, she says

Her lexicon, brimming with evidence of a LiveJournal coming of age. At twelve, thirteen, fourteen, already finding a “there” in the net a “where” in the web full of teen girl writers, poets, artists, message boards and fan pages on which to Speak Up. Moderating only because she wanted to run something.

Vicky, so empathetic she will dream anxiety dreams for you. Supplying both the problem and its solution. She will dream you out of reach from your long reach stapler, then will steal one from her office to replace the dream-lost-tool.

Like light waves/particles, simultaneously invisible and solid. A chimerial self, conjured to comment on the spongy water-cheesecake of life, always in reach of magic and poetry, always in wonder and whispering joy. Concurrently she is a grid, a spreadsheet, a sieve, catching every detail with unilateral judgment, free from hierarchy, pulsating with logic.

While filling out the Proust questionnaire she realized she wants to die in motion, in some kind of spiral, bringing her into another dimension.

I'll be invisible if you need me

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