I have great nuclear family. We bond. Ionic, covalent, whatever. I like it. Exceptions to the rule interest me. I like writing, but have found no practical purpose for it... so naturally I blog.
Music
Red Hot Chili Peppers, Primus, Duke Ellington, Wally Pleasant (small time drug dealer turned out to be a calling for me...), Anything by John Lee Hooker, Johnny Freaking Cash, Green Day, Led Zepplin, Louis Armstrong, Nirvana, White Stripes, Bob Dylan.
Movies
http://gravityisaharshmistr.flixster.com
I guess a good sign of a movie is that Humphrey Bogart was in it... He was just cool. Way before Fonzie or Siskel & Ebert, he was thumbs up. Orson Welles? That guy was WAY ahead of his time. That film is amazing.
So many funny movies... so little time to snort pop out of my nose...
Charlie Kaufman's crazy thoughts made film are always fun...
And the dimentia that is Tim Burton...
Miscellaneous folk kicking ass with swords...
Television
Ok... I wish I actually had time to veg with this mind-numbing orb. It does a great job sedating the kids with its Spongebobery and Nickelodeony goodness. Alas. Just too busy with other things. I catch a little when I can, but its rare.
Books
Stephen Mitchell's Gilgamesh
Gilgamesh...
maybe the coolest thing ever written. And the oldest. This translation by Steven Mitchell is nice because it wasn't written by eggheads.
Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas
The best first line to any book ever! We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
The Prophet By Kahlil Gibran
This link actually takes you to an online version of this book. Its one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. It means something new to me every time I look at it. But then I found this:
The Eye Of The Prophet Read By Johnny FREAKING CASH
Middle Eastern philosophy and a Tennesee twang. Its amazing. Cash could read the phone book and I'd be compelled to listen. It was late in his life and you can hear the weight of a lifetime of experience through Gibran's words. A great book delivered in a novel form.
Almost Anything By Tom RobbinsZen & The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance, by Robert Persig
This book has change the way I think... I read it now like crazy people do Catcher in the Rye. I am not sure if that's a good thing or not, but all hyperbole aside, it made me think and think and think.
An Autobiography, by Benvenuto Cellini
I love this book because its a glimpse into the life of 16th century life and also the deluded rants of an arrogant genius. His sculpture is stunning and so is his bombast. The editors actually footnote a number of his 'inconsistencies' which makes it even more entertaining. If you're not familiar with his work, he did a number of things, including Perseus with the Head of Medusa:
Heroes
I forgot Dante... he ripped off Virgil's work, but at least Virg got a cameo in the book. That was nice.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell! Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Western Michigan University
Kalamazoo,Michigan
Graduated: 1993
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Bachelor's Degree
Major: Political Science/Biomedicine
Clubs: Member of the fraternity of Phi Gamma Delta
1989 to 1993
Sarcastro is taking a break. Posted at 3:25 AM Oct 10, 2008 view more
About me: Hmm... seeking entertainment and you came here? Well it is free. This is that awkward small-talk part of introductions. You know, where I am supposed to say something interesting but not over share, and you are supposed to nod approvingly regardless of what it actually was. Remember that? It creates an opportunity for monloguing which has the potential for filibuster quality boredom. For this reason I would like to be brief... because brevity is the soul of wit... or something. But I know better. I am a damn fool.
So while MySpace is the self proclaimed 'place for friends', I actually don't want to be friends with most of you. Nothing personal. Its just that I don't need 200 friends who never keep in touch to feel important. My suburban garage is similiarly cluttered with dusty tools. I don't know why I have them either. And I don't mean we're different. We're not...
There are two kinds of people: The kind who think there are two kinds of people, and everyone else ( I think that's Oscar Wilde)
But I remember high school cliquery like it was yesterday... or Lord Of The Flies... which might have been yesterday actually. I don't feel like preening, or posing, or hitting on people. That stuff makes my mullet grow uncontrollably... a disturbing thought. There could be parachute pants. And Wang Chung. Lets leave that memory in its Reaganite Oblivion. I think I related to Lloyd Dobler best when he said: "I don't want to sell anything bought or processed... or buy anything sold or processed or process anything sold, bought or processed... or repair anything sold, bought or processed. I don't want to do that."
Did I just call you a tool?
Except I live in a suburb, which means I have bought lots of useless things and have no where else to put them. And sell things that have been processed. And I process things that have been sold. And beneath all that crap, somewhere, is real beauty. Full wonder. And if the ripples calm just enough there's a glimpse of something incredible that becomes quickly obscured. And then someone sends a friend invite asking me to join their freaking band site or pay for porn site. UGH. But I foolishly seek the wonder... a wondering fool. But its not necessarily serious. I am too easily amused by little things. They probably make a medicine for that... I should know. It doesn't bother me that life's not fair. Why does lamb get a 'b' and ham doesn't? That's not fair. And why all this talk about religious dogma? Why isn't it Godma? I don't know.
So I have managed to filibuster for something in the vacinity of 400 words, hoping to bore the easily bored. If you're still reading, you might be an OCD, or just a garden variety misfit, or *gasp* a nice person. Hmm... any of those are interesting. If you're still reading we've survived the monologuing. Its now your turn to say something. Send me an email.
Oh... and this is a cool new tool I found... look:
Who I'd like to meet: Most of my favorite people are dead. And they've added their two cents. Mostly bony and stinky now, so dinner with Descarte and Hunter Thompson would stink. I'd like to meet the two people who solved a problem with tools from different eras: the typewriter guy and the computer guy. Newton and Hawking. Otto Benz and Robert Goddard. Matisse and Pollack. ee cummings and Shakespeare. Guys like that.
Happy Birthday, Sarcastro. I hope it's a great day for you with lots of fun stuff to do and fun people to be with and lots of cake and maybe a present or two, right? Have a good one!!
Let's hope that it's not for that god-awful Orbit gum, because if that's what a Mojito tastes like then a vast majority of the country must have deadened taste buds...
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