Stereolab, Yo La Tengo, Beck, Broadcast, Bob Dylan, Beatles, Clock DVA, Cat Power, Can, Faust, Gong, Fela Kuti, Velvet Underground, Laika, Martin Denny, Miles, lounge, experimental, 60's psychedelic, electrofunk, post rock, Manitoba, !!!, sonic youth, Bridgette Bardot/Serge Gainesbourg, World Music (African, Chinese, Ranchero...), Johnny Cash, Roger Miller, Electrelane, Sigur Ros, Mum, Ms John Soda, Calexico, Lali Puna, Matmos, Tortoise, Trans Am, Pram, The Velvet Underground, David Bowie, James Brown, Marvin Gaye, The Doors, Destroyer, MC 900 Ft Jesus, Neu!, Nico, Kraftwerk, Modest Mouse, Built to Spill, Prefuse 73, Ladytron, Saint Etienne, Skinny Puppy, Ministry, Revolting Cocks, Front 242, KMFDM, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, Throbbing Gristle, Portishead, Beth Gibbons & Rustin Mann, Plastikman, Breaks, Basspluggers, Guns N Rosa Parks, Coltrane, Elliot Smith, The Sundays, the digable planets, Brian Eno, Television, The Damned, Toumani Diabate, the cure, new order, joy division, gil scott-heron, the stooges, willie nelson, jamie lidell, M83, lightnin hopkins, tiga, annie, erlend oye, DJ Hell, gang of four, the dead kennedies, the misfits, solex, the sonics, the seeds, the monks, the legendary pink dots, the tear garden, lcd soundsystem, the juan maclean, the flaming lips, suicide, dusty springfield, wendy and bonnie, giorgio moroder, grauzone, more later
Movies
THX 1138, Apocalypse Now, Dr. Strangelove, Royal Tenenbaums, Shawshank Redemption, Supertroopers, Office Space, Harold & Maude, Lost in Translation, 2001: a space odyssey, Clockwork Orange, Evil Dead Series, Hitchcock, Graduate, Amelie, Boondock Saints, Fight Club
Television
Joseph Campbell "Power of Myth"
most TV I can learn from (PBS)
Comedy Central Adult Swim
Trigun, Samurai Jack, Cowboy Bebop
Books
Dharma Bums, Razor's Edge, Reflections on the Art of Living, Gary Snyder, Eddie Abbey, Chinese Taoist Poets, The Wind up Bird Chronicle, Aldous Huxley, Rumi, Marcel Proust, philosophy, Pablo Neruda, Jorge Luis Borges, Voltaire, Sartre, Allen Ginsberg, Krishnamurti, Life of Pi, Ayn Rand, ee cummings, Kierkegaard, Dostoevsky, Solzenheitzen, Samuel Beckett, Tom Wolfe, Vonnegut, Salinger, Orwell, Bradbury, Stranger in a Strange Land, Clockwork Orange, The Alchemist, Zen and the Art..., Dante Alighieri
Heroes
Jack Keruoac
Joseph Campbell
The Dreamers of the Dreams
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About me: When I was a sophmore in high school, my teacher (who was a priest: I went to an all-boys catholic high-school run by hungarian monks)--anyways, my teacher gave us an assignment to write a "real-life" account of some thing or another maybe, let's say, an encounter with death or something, and I couldn't think of a dang thing involving death and myself, and so I decided to "decorate" reality a little, and wrote a harrowing tale of when I was at a summer camp ascending a mountain that went something like this: "We were trudging along, slowly ascending the large granite monolith that loomed over our heads, the wind whistling through our parkas, goosebumps standing on our arms underneath the wool layers we wore. On our right, a shear precipice dropped a thousand feet to a glacial lake glittering blue below. As I marveled at the sight from atop our lonesome erie, my foot strayed on a pebble in my path. That small pebble rolled under the pressure of my foot and sent me sprawling, sprawling towards the precipice that lay like a hungry ghost before me. I knew that going over the edge meant certain death, and so i dug my boots and gloved hands into the earth around me, but to no avail. The ground surrounding the path was made up of loose gravel, or skree, that sloped towards the precipice. Every kick of my feet or claw from my grasping hands flung skree into the abyss, but did not slow my inexorable slide towards its gaping maw. As I clawed and kicked and screamed for help, a trusty counselor, Basil Rathbone, flung a rope towards my outstretched hands. Alas! the rope fell short of my straining fingers, and drifted out of reach as I slid down the hill. In desperation I gave a final kick of my feet, sending a tidal wave of gravel arcing over the edge of the void. My fingers clutched at the chord, and, by a fingernail, the rope slipped into my hand. I swiftly wound the rope around my wrist, and the counselor and fellow campers hauled me to safety. As i lay prostrate on the ground, the granite dust blowing out in clouds as I heaved on the ground trying to catch my breath, I realized just how close death had been."---so anyways, the ol' priest was so impressed by this wee tale, that he read the account to the class, and then, during some dance or event or another, proceeeded, in my presence, to tell my parents how impressive the tale of nearly missed death had been. I of course was worried sick that my ruse had been discovered, because I had told my parents of no near miss with death. They were suitably alarmed/surprised, and thinking of the only possible route to cover up the unfortunate garnishing of the truth I said, "C'mon Ma and PA, you think I tell you guys everything that goes on at camp?"
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
etc.
Hey hi. What's up? Been a while. Just checking in. Making sure you're still on the planet with the rest of us wanderers. :O) Hope the wandering's been good.
Once again the Bday has come and gone, and I remain in ignorance, hope it was wonderful... and being a Spaceman, are you of any relation to Spaceman Spiff?
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