Hello, you either have JavaScript turned off or an old version of Macromedia's Flash Player. Click here to get the latest flash player.
Terminal Misanthropy's Interests
General
Raising my kids, reading, writing, photography, surfing, Paddleboarding, Canoe Paddling, meditation, making stuff with wood, music, writing songs, playing my guitar, wasting time on the internet.
Music
Miles Davis, The Pogues, Isreal Kamakawiwoole, Tom Waits, Seu Jorge, The Real Mackenzies, The Clash, Coltrane, John Williams, Debussy, PRokofiev, Dave Alvin, The Carter Family, Ka'au Crater Boys, Hapa, etc... This list goes on forever.
Movies
Dogs of War, One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest, Who's That Knocking on my Door, Dog Day Afternoon, Serpico, Brother, Full Metal Yakuza, Cool Hand Luke, Apocolypse Now, Full Metal Jacket, Old Dog, Shanghai Triad, Raging Bull, Dead Man, Ghost Dog, etc...
Television
No thank you.
Books
The Dalai Lama, Claude Anshin Thomas, Walter Tevis, James Frey, Haruki Murakami, Norman MacClean, John Irving, Augusten Burroughs, Henry Rollins, Chuck Palahniuk, Charles Bukowski, Tanikawa Shuntaro, Lao Tsu, Joseph Heller, Peter Maas, Dennis Lehane, Mario Puzo, Tolkien, JK Rowling, Stephen King, Hubert Selby Jr., William S. Burroughs, Kerouac...
Heroes
Veronica Leigh Gibson. Liam Kainehe.
Anyone who gets out and does something positive. People who follow their heart. Nearly anyone who does what they say. Not a soul in politics- not one. My daughter and son. People who create things with their hands.
About me: I used to get disgusted- now I'm just amused. Oh shoot about me. Kind of an exercise in narcissism, isn't this?
First off- let me say that my only real reason for continuing on is that I love my daughter and my son so implicitly. My daughter is the light of my life- truly my one decent emotion in a world of confusion- and I hope my son will turn out at least half way as great as she has, because she is my hero- my mentor- and my one shining light in a world of darkness. Thanks, pickleheimer.
Anyhow-
Born in Oakland on August 8, 1965.Fairly certain the doctor dropped me on my head. Left home at 15 and change to find some kerouacian myth and ended up doing this minor league punk rock Forest Gump trip- Playing in Punk bands at fifteen, a carpenter in Wyoming at twenty two, twenty five saw me doing 4 years as a city councilman, surfing in Hawaii, Kickboxing, racing Hawaiian outrigger canoes, racing paddleboards. The plane crash was a kick- that seems to have put a big scratch in my record.
Now I'm 41. Things are different now. I don't get bent about things. I take things as they come. I don't drink (a luxury I abused historically and so now I just have abstinence and coffee.) (I'm really good at quitting, but apparently equally good at starting. I work on that constantly.) Don't smoke. I know it's terribly un-hip in a lot of circles but I don't do any drugs. It's not any kind of puritanical thing but rather that at this late stage I just don't think I can handle- plus I can't afford to lose too many more brain cells. Deficit brain function might be a real fucking bummer for me, and as Henry Rollins once said, "I don't need anything blocking the signal". Anymore it seems like that's all I've got left is the jagged edge, sharp, twisted wit that flirts with sarcasm- and god knows that gets me into enough trouble anyhow. I try (TRY!) to eat well and watch what I eat and drink when I can, I don't like large corporations all that much and definitely prefer glass, stone or steel over plastic (says Kaczynski as he posts this lame tripe on such a hackneyed media platform as myspace from his Dell Laptop.) I never order the double frappacino whipped girlie latte mocha frizzio. I don't even go inside those places. I'll never see the inside of a hooters, never see a superbowl game, never care whether it's baseball or football season, never care about what's happening in Hollywood. Not my cup of tea. I think Hemingway was alright, and Mark Twain. JD Salinger was straight up a bad-ass for writing one absolutely epic book and then telling the world to fuck off and writing whatever else he wrote and locking it in a safe somewhere. I'm really glad his kids haven't released that stuff posthumously. The public today couldn't possibly appreciate the spirit of that particular move, and Hollywood would undoubtedly make a two-hour TV special and cast Bruce Willis with Robert Downey Junior in it. Sad but true.
On more relevant topics: my living room has like nine colors of paint and I'm sure that's some weird rorschach testimonial to a major cerebral flaw but I think I'll survive. I also am perfectly okay with a living room with no furniture and very little else in it. I would like a rug and a pillow I think- and Miles Davis on a turntable would be pretty alright too. "I was a surfer- I had a skateboard." I still am, I still do. Basically I swing back and forth between the extremes, trying to balance pretending to function like a real grown-up with doing what I enjoy. Also there's that whole trip about trying to leave some lasting work of beauty- I'd really like to fulfill that before I'm gone for good. That takes a real toll.
I know, I know- if I quit trying so fucking hard it would probably just happen. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
But Tahiti was cool, despite the dramatic entrance. You put one in the drink one time and flying never is the same. I really like Tahiti, though. I think I need to find a deserted place with waves and not so much of a chattering herd.
I'll write something clever and somewhat substantial later. I think of my present day self and my mind goes blank. I'm not who I was five years ago. I'm certainly not who I thought I'd be. I don't know if that's good or bad. It just is what it is. Hopefully the best is yet to come, because I end this feeling like I've both said and done very little.
Who I'd like to meet: My grandfathers, Siddarta Gotama, Joe Strummer, The Dalai Lama, Marilyn Monroe, Dogen, Kerouac, Neil Cassady, Miki Dora, Claude Anshin Thomas, Noah Levine, Butch Van Artsdalen, Brad Warner, Jiddu Krishnamurti, Eddie Aikau, Morehei Ueshiba, Thich Nhat Hanh, Bob Marley, Bruce Lee, Hemingway, Socrates, Jesus, Mohammas K Gandhi, James Dean, Mother Theresa, Duke Kahanamoku, Deng Ming Dao, Pema Chodron, .... You get the picture.
Time to get home, kids. I don't know what you were doing hiding in the bushes. And wearing all that outrageous makeup! Wait until your father hears about this!
Goddamnit, you're funny. You can rest easy: the guy between Mike & me in that photo has no blood relation to you or us ... unless you're going way back to when we were all Africans, as it were. Panangea and all that. Keep yr comments and letters coming. I love 'em.
some day i wana be reelly smart like you and use big words that mean stuff. do you know you have lob tattooed on the side of your head. no, no, no, not the side that says life hater.
Sorry about what happened to your head - like, you know, the whole brain-blown-out situation. Did it hurt, or was it a relief? I was considering it for myself.
~PS. I took that photo :) July25th-06 Cabo-Pacific side-20ft~ Happy Birthday ..Your Personal "Blast From The Past" Patti* xoxo Subscribe to my Blog... PLEASE!
Checked out your WHOLE site & ALL your photos & started to read your blogs....Way-ta-go,I was touched with your insight & willingness to share... THX for the ADD request, You make me feel special!!!
.. I'm truly stoked to be your friend. Stay in touch .
HAY! Please.."LET ME PRINT YOUR SHIRTS" & BUTTONS.
Got an event /band /TEAM/or a Crew? You Know somebody That you could tell about us? We could REALLY use your Business & a KICKASS account.
Printed in the USA by a blond that Surfs & SK8's like a girl. But, prints like a professional :)
"
