Portland Portland Portland, the idea of folk music, sincerity, earnestness, coming back from Italy all triumphant with ideas about surrender, a predisposition of the soul, contemporary culture, aiding this contemporary culture, but dressing up in vintage clothes anyway, well-orchestrated cabals, imaginative biopics, rock criticism, alternative weeklies, the Dadaists, Jandek, getting caught up in everything.
Music
Daniel Johnston, Half Japanese, Dinosaur Jr., Jandek, Pavement, the Vaselines, Beat Happening, Beirut, Yeasayer, High Places, Magik Markers, Adrian Orange, Dragging an Ox Through Water, Mt. Eerie, White Rainbow, Bird Costumes, Nurses, Grouper, Inside Voices, Old Believers, Herman Dune, Black Dice, Langhorne Slim, Joanna Newsom, Wooden Wand, Devendra, the Avett Brothers, Jason Webley, Castanets, Two Gallants, Bright Eyes, Jens Lekman, Dirty Projectors, No Age, Indian Jewelry, Women, Cause Co-Motion!, Ponytail, YACHT, Bobby Birdman, my "the priest they called him" 10-inch.
Movies
Gus Van Sant, Wes Anderson, Michel Gondry, Jim Jarmusch, Woody Allen, David Cronenberg, Richard Linklater, Todd Haynes, David Lynch, Antonioni, Visconti, Fellini.
Television
Twin Peaks, Northern Exposure, Home Movies, Freaks and Geeks, Stella, Peep Show
Books
Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, Tristan Tzara, Paul Eluard, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Nabokov, Dostoyevsky, Nietzsche, Lacan, Derrida, Lyotard, Deleuze, Edward Said, Hannah Arendt, Baudrillard, Greil Marcus, Slavoj Zizek.
Lewis & Clark College
Portland,Oregon
Graduated: N/A
Degree: Bachelor's Degree
Major: Philosophy
Minor: English
Clubs: Music Coalition, Rusty Nail Board
2005 to Present
Napa High
Napa, CALIFORNIA
Graduated: 2005
Student status: Alumni
Clubs: Sierra Students (environmental activism)
"For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!" - Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
haha, thanks! we definitely need to take a photo together as twins. I took them myself with my tripod and a timer. hehe I am professional. (not really)
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