Words, words, words (and the people who read them).
I like books that have to be slowly digested, movies that require two or more watchings, songs that creep up on you and invade your sleep, albums that hit you five spins in, grey days and thunderstorms, run-on sentences (and parentheses), excess verbosity, peanut-butter, stupidities, inanities, flapdoodle, intentional catachresis and its counterpart (or antithesis) of this "is" this (which, by the way, it isn't), misinformation, fiction, philosophy (and, apparently, redundancy), irrelevance and idiocy, puns and wrod-play, societal taboos, contrabandists (contrabandits?), conscientious objectors, polite insurgents (in fact, anybody possessing the detriment of consideration), righteous indignation and casual acceptance, Jew food, the fact that light can be said to behave as though it has weight and that the earth does, in fact, have more mass today than it has had previously (seriously, look 'em up, but remember the semantics), semantics, a good, dry martini (Bombay Sapphire, no vermouth), beer in the evening, sex in the morning, and coffee at anytime whatsoever, the number five (23-skidoo), the search for the cosmic laugh. Something new. I do like pets of varying degrees, animals are groovy. Still, fuck Hemingway (and Ayn Rand, of course), but hail Eris. (All hail Discordia!)
Music
tripwater (morris, Kelley, and Santini), Mia Brine, William Fitzsimmons, Laura Jansen, Loren P. Nikkel, Elliott Smith, Grandaddy, Sufjan, Fruit Bats, Elysian Fields, Modest Mouse, Monster Magnet, Alice In Chains, Space Needle, Sonic Youth, Autolux, Einsturzende Neubauten, Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, Elvis Costello, Elbow, Low, Sigur Ros, Soul Coughing (Doughty, of course), Morphine, Beethoven, Henryk Gorecki, Badalemnti, The Brodsky Quartet, Jimmy Scott, Jody Grind (Kelly Hogan), Mr. Bungle, Massive Attack, Portishead, Radiohead, Beta Band, Tricky, Tiger Lillies, Diamanda Galas, Bauhaus, Joy Division, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Doors, Floyd, Beatles, SRV, S&G, Cowboy Junkies, Cat Power and Cat Stevens, Skinny Puppy (Rabies), Rachmaninoff, cellos, didgeridus, occasional theremins, random objects used as a supplement to existing instruments, toy pianos, breaking glass, diesel engines, birds singing, worms turning, discordancy, and thunder (especially thunder).
Movies
Lynch, Jarmusch, early Raimi, Corman, Burton until whatever the hell happened to him, Emir Kusturica (Arizona Dream), City of Lost Children, Tourist Trap, Immortal Beloved, Buckaroo Banzai, Flash Gordon, Bubba Ho-Tep, The Life Aquatic, The Triplets of Belleville, Dazed and Confused, Who's the Man?, The Bride with White Hair, Harvey ("My mother told me that in this world you have to be oh, so smart or oh, so pleasant. I tried smart and I recommend pleasant."), Bad Taste, Meet the Feebles, My Bloody Valentine (that should be under music, too), Labyrinth, Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas (Riverbottom Nightmare Band!), Killer Klowns From Outer Space, Carpenter's remake of The Thing, Branagh's Hamlet (and, for that matter, his Henry V), Harold and Maude (for the soundtrack), Sid and Nancy (for the acting), Pink Flamingos (for the sheer tastlessness), Slaughterhouse 5 (for somebody trying), Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (for the same reason), Lonesome Dove (superb adaptation), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Singing in the Rain, Ski School (occasionally part II), Breakin' (and Electric Bugaloo), Twice Upon a Time ("Foolish, little figs; happy as rats, they are. They tap dance not neither do they fart."), The Last Unicorn, The Tune. It may be that I like Fellini's Satyricon, but I've been having my doubts lately.
Television
As little as possible, it wears me thin. Family Guy's groovy. I miss The Tick. I really miss saturday morning cartoons and afternoon movies.
Books
Tom Robbins, Kurt Vonnegut, Robert Anton Wilson, Hunter S. Thompson, Shakespeare, William Faulkner, Steinbeck, Joseph Conrad, Camus, Robert A. Heinlein, Frank Herbert, Phillip K. Dick, Chuck Palahniuk, Homer, Ovid, Euripides, Petronius, Neitzsche, Schopenhauer, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, James Joyce ("He lifts the lifewand and the dumb speak."), Gunter Grass, Hermann Hesse, Ken Kesey, Dorothy Parker, ee cummings, Thomas Hardy, I give Dickens Great Expectations, but nothing else, Sylvia Plath, Robert R. McCammon (Swan Song still swings), William S. Burroughs, William Blake, Ezra Pound, William Carlos Williams, but never Hilda Doolittle, Lewis Carroll, Joseph Heller, Jeff Vandermeer, Paul Quarrington, Isaac Asimov, Stanislaw Lew (which is almost as fun to say as Shostakovich), Stephen Hawking, Christopher Moore, Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, Anne Rice, I honestly wanted to like DeSade, but don't really, Arthur C. Clark, Ray Bradbury, Dostoevsky, Richard Adams (Watership Down), Stephen King (Four Seasons stands on three strong legs), Dean Koontz (still dig some Phantoms), and there are these groovy cats N. Frank Daniels and Josh Kilmer-Purcell (you'll find them here on myspace).
Heroes
Roget and Webster, Robbins and Wilson (but, fuck Hemingway {and Ayn Rand}).
About me: Self-deprecating egotist, intelligent moron, ex-Mensan, fan of dichotomies, eccentricities, synchronicities, and "so much beauty in dirt", unpublished author of verbose gimmicks, concupiscent and distant, buddhistic and patient. If you put an infinite number of me in one room with an infinite number of typewriters you would eventually get something that reads something like the following, but fuck Hemingway; seemingly unrelated is the fact that if you put an infinite number of Schrodingers in a room with one cat the cat will eventually pen a conspiracy pamphlet in the voice of Charles Bukowski (an infinite number of Bukowskis, however, will always end in bloodshed). Phonetic spelling triggers my gag reflex. There is more truth in fiction than in history. Style is more important than story, prose should be poetry without metre. Objectivity is a myth; subjectivity means not caring who John Gault was (fuck Ayn Rand and Hemingway). The question is more important than the answer. I often have the urge to call "edge!" in a coin toss. Sometimes I doubt your commitment to SparkleMotion. I like to believe three impossible things before breakfast. I have serious reservations about our current perceptions of time and reality, but I hate math. I grant literature my tallest pedestal, but am also aware of the inherent uselessness of words; I write for a gesture. Everything is a work in progress, or, more specifically, a work of art is never finished, only abandoned. Being single is much more fun the first time around. My hair is dark (but slowly greying), my eyes are brown.
Who I'd like to meet: Myself coming up the down stairs. Natalie Portman in an elevator.
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