Anna Austin was raised by the ghosts of Jack London, Jerry Garcia, and Charles M. Schulz in a very small town now eclipsed by an Indian Casino just north of San Francisco. As a result, she has a penchant for unruly, flower-filled hair, anthropomorphic dogs, and a good poker face. A recent graduate of Cal State Northridge, Anna spends her spare time convening with the natural, psychological, and urban wilderness that is Los Angeles and living out the lyrics to “Free Fallin.”