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Dave's Interests
General
Unknown. I do not know what interests me. Probably multiple unknowns. Elaborate bathing rituals. Hey, look at the size of that cow!
Music
Hella, Ella, and sometimes Bela. I don't like that Fela. Venetian Snares, Mars Volta, Zappa. Don't take my prog fixation for granted, if you show up at my house with Dream Theater you will probably get hurt. I still like the people in the Woodstock movie. Miles Davis at the Isle of Wight. The Hungry March Band. I like the The League of Craft Guitarists for being the first band to play insect scales. You know what I hate, is a motorcycle whizzing past by surprise.
Movies
Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii (the original), The Gleaners and I, that old russian movie about the trapeze star married to the vampire, all Terry Gilliam movies played simultaneously. It is a heavy responsibility describing what movies are my favorites, but I will say that Breakin' 2: Electric Bugaloo is admirable for raising awareness about conditions at the local youth center.
Reed College
Portland, OREGON
Graduated: N/A
Student status: Alumni
Major: Department of Cats and Ulcers
Minor: Some Kind of Billy Cobham Drum Solo Division
Clubs: Dave Slept Here Writers Group, Bookloft Liberation Army, Crowds of Random Bystanders, The Foremost Authorities, Ancient Tribal Anthropology Professor Rituals, Drawing Pictures of the Guy With the Hook For a Hand, People Who Return Jackets, This Is Not My Lighter, Destroyers of Toynbee, Ascendant Zombie Superbeings Group, The Memorial Lower Commons Memorial Amnesia Memorial, The Ghost of Akerman Bisects Your Fireplace, Time Travelling Irish Folk Song Composition
Greek:
Delta Alpha Phi
1990 to 2007
Dave's Companies
Voodoo Doughnuts Portland, Oregon US Pisant Janitor type I touched things that most of Old Town stepped on.
Summer-Fall 2004
Dave Slept Here Portland, Northampton, NYC, NY, OR, MA, CA US Author and President Recuperation, Stuntwriting, and Sleep Deprivation
Spring 1994 - Present
Book Loft Productions Portland, OR US Dave Bookloft Liberation
Fall-Winter 2006
Stream Int. Beaverton, OR US Editorial Test Dummy An Unfortunate Microsoft Advertising Project
Spring 200006
You Cannot Mention My Name Online Dave Portland, OR US Night Paver Air Cavalry
Summer-Fall 2006
Breakaway Republic Productions Portland, OR US Writer Dog Wrangling
Spring 2007
Extreme Downward Acceleration Portland, OR US Mangled Roadside Accident Victim Eradication Interminable Anguish and Pain. Emphasis on Sorrow. Also Bovine Spongiform something or other
Summer 2005 - Present
Thinkyhead Et Cetera Northampton, MA US Goddam Fang Patrol Goddam Fuckin Fang
I AM A WRITER AND RECOVERING DEAD PERSON in fucking Portland of all places, holy fuck do I hate this place. The last person who asked me to describe myself eventually ripped his own ears off with a plastic fork. I had surprisingly little shame about it. Do you think I stopped talking about myself at that point? I mean, what would you guess? I TRY TO BE GOOD THOUGH. It's just they expect you to stay quiet sometimes, when you shouldn't stay quiet sometimes.
EVERY DAY brings more proof that I AM STILL DEAD, yet I hope some day to do that thing that would make me happy, eventually, maybe, whatever that is. I am in pain a lot and people are cruel. But maybe they are just cruel to me. If you are not cruel to me, please don't start being cruel just because I said that.
* * * * * "BEFORE SHE BECAME ILL, David's mother would often tell him that stories were alive. They weren't alive in the way that people were alive, or even dogs or cats. People were alive whether you chose to notice them or not, while dogs tended to make you notice them if they decided that you weren't paying them enough attention. Cats, meanwhile, were very good at pretending people didn't exist at all when it suited them, but that was another matter entirely.
STORIES were different, though: they came alive in the telling. Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, they had no real existence in our world. They were like seeds in the beak of a bird, waiting to fall to earth, or the notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being. They lay dormant, hoping for the chance to emerge. Once someone started to read them, they could begin to change. They could take root in the imagination, and transform the reader. Stories wanted to be read, David's mother would whisper. They needed it. It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours. They wanted us to give them life."
From The Book of Lost Things By John Connolly
The trick is to be infinitely aware of something's location, so then you can work on that thing's velocity. The Night of the Living Dave is also available in these other easy-to-read formats:
Featuring stories by Joey Goebel, Stephen Graham Jones, D. Harlan Wilson, Anthony Neil Smith, Jeremy C. Shipp, Bryson Newhart, Andrew Adams, Julius Henry, and Ryder Collins.
