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Saint Facetious's Interests
General
Music. ..Makin it. Listenin to it.
Writing. Reading.
Soccer.
Beer.
Vodka.
History.
Sunsets.
Art.
Staring out the window.
Riding my motorcycle.
United Nations.
Music
In no particular order: DeVotchKa, Sigur Ros, Paris Combo, einsturzende neubauten, Gogol Bordello, Funker Vogt, Dan the Automator, Telepopmusik, Depeche Mode, Weekend Players, Skindred, Air, PPK, Faithless, the Streets, Portishead, Great Big Sea, Modest Mouse, Korn, Groove Armada, Massive Attack, Lamb, Thievery Corporation, Dead Can Dance, Louis Armstrong, Dave Brubeck, Ella Fitzgerald, De La Soul, Enigma, Kraftwerk, Gorrilaz, Delfin, Liubeh, David Bowie, NIN, Pearl Jam, Fatboy Slim, Cirrus, Thelonius Monk, Amy Winehouse, FNM, any Mike Patton project, the list goes on... ..Check out one of my songs
Movies
American Beauty. The Man Who Fell to Earth. Burnt By the Sun. Shine. Everything Is Illuminated. Science of Sleep. Fight Club. Princess Bride. Donnie Darko. Doctor Zhivago. The Big Lebowski. Boondock Saints. Snatch. Lawrence of Arabia. Godfather. Scarface. Goodfellas. Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. Intolerable Cruelty. Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. Brat. Brat Dva. Night Watch. Day Watch. Brotherhood of the Wolf. Lost Boys. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Adaptation. Bram Stoker's Dracula. Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Shaun of the Dead. Singles. Station Agent. The Gods Must Be Crazy. The Pianist. All Is Quiet on the Western Front. Enemy at the Gates. Ghostdog. Human Nature.
Television
House, Coupling, Monk, Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Keen Eddie, Rome, Dr. Who
Books
Authors: Neil Gaiman, Bill Bryson, St. Paul, St. Luke, St. Augustine, Friedrich Nietzsche, CS Lewis, Kurt Vonnegut Jr, Philip K. Dick, William Blake, T.S. Eliot, Edgar Allan Poe, Plato, Karl Marx, Virgil, Ovid, Catullus, Lev Tolstoi, Michael Porter, Will Rogers, Anne Rice, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Robert Graves, Charles Bukowski
Last read: The Post Office by Charles Bukowski, Notes from the Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Currently reading: The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie, Seven Storey Mountain by Thomas Merton, and The World is Flat by Thomas Friedman
About me: I go by Saint Facetious because that was my operative code name in the Black Ops. When you’re a nice smartass like me, that’s the kind of name you get stuck with. In the Black Ops, I served alongside the Russian Spetznatz, who were pretty hard core themselves, I mean these guys would eat bird beaks for dessert. We used to sit back in the trees and whisper poems by Pushkin back and forth, and test each others aim pissing on small squirrels. Boris would always win that contest. That was in Kosovo, where we'd do hits on KLA who had gone rogue on the Americans and were knocking off too many Serbs. We later went to Moscow and Kazan, again with Boris’s unit, hunting down rogue KGB agents.
Boris was one mean bastard from Kazakhstan. He grew up on the steppes, riding horses and raiding villages and drinking fermented horse milk. Nasty stuff, I’d find out later when I visited Boris’s home. Well, not so much a home, but a tent that was moved up and down the countryside. They don’t really have homes on the steppe, they’re all nomads traveling by horseback. You approach in a Volga SUV and they start shooting you, thinking you’ll try to redistribute their lands. Most of them were sons of Ukrainians, moved over during the famine. Tough life for them, man. Even Boris has a Ukrainian surname.
From Russia, I went to doing government assassinations in South America, taking out this Presidente or that. That was the real action. On the side, I was able to run a small time drug smuggling operation and got loads of fat cash, which we called “gringo dollars”. I was restationed in Denver, to watch for the rising Belorussian mafia and their front operations in the hot dog stands throughout downtown, where they’re suspected of doing heavy duty arms deals and running “one ounce pot stops”. Gotta watch them bastards.
I went to Cripple Creek one weekend and blew all my gringo dollars on the slot machines. It was a long weekend. Then I discovered Boris was in town, working with the Belorussians. I went drinking with him and his friends, said to hell with it and became a drunk alcoholic. After wandering the streets as a bum for a year, I finally decided to rejoin the world and became a DJ for polka music. Now me and the Belorussian mafia and Boris the Ukrainian from Kazakhstan jazz it up in the underground polka clubs throughout LoDo. This is the life, man!
I’m somewhat a solitary man and I don’t mind too much, I like to walk the streets and get lost amid the people, listening to all the passing conversations and watching everyone. I spend most of my time making music (<71HYOcen2rd8J8i78==>you can find some of it here), reading, writing, listening to music, watching movies, riding on my motorcycle and walking around. Sometimes I’ll sit at the coffee shop or pub, drinking coffee or Guinness, talking with friends or strangers and just relaxing. I like the rain, except when I want to ride or hike. I love the mountains, which is one of the primary reasons I moved to Colorado, though the Denver downtown is pretty awesome too.
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After the torchlight read on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder and spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience
-T.S. Eliot, "The Waste Land"
Who I'd like to meet: I wander the land of the dead,
searching for the living.
There are so many phantoms
of those who could have been,
but like smoke,
they drift away in the wind.
Dude! I mean to visit you in the cloud city, But you should come out west some time if you are into adventures still and havn't grown out of your imagination.
If you are ever curious about whats going on, our cultural revolution is fueled buy substantially large amounts of dreamers and visionaries. And we be working on bring super awesome groove sustainable fun, joy, and co-creation to the people. I sure hope this spreads live an alien virus and finds its way to your cloud city.
long story but basically, we had a weak translator who didn't convey at all that it was more charming than the hourly drawing of a drawbridge in south jersey so we opted out.
also, the russian language forces its speaker to push words out of the front of their mouths as though dropping torpedoes with each syllable. it really helped me to understand the psyche.
a riotous little get together to say the least... two blocks from my apartment.. saint petersburg is amazing though, i'm going to go back one day and live there for a few years. i thought moscow was a bit overrated though, and the transiberian railways wasn't as romantic as i imagined, mostly it was just stifling hot, haha. but russia is so incredible, i can't wait to return.
I enjoyed the new blog. Good times... Nob Hill is one class joint. I think I'd like to meet my next boyfriend there. LOL. What are your plans for the weekend?
YES!!! Finally...i found an online tuner and i bought some new strings over the weekend along with a couple of picks, although i've lost one already. :) But I'm learning and I'm so stoked right now!
Everyone should be jealous! Otherwise you would understand, "... and the chicken goes... motherfucking cluck." You should see if he is going to make a stop in Denver. So besides understandable jealousy, how are things?
no i don't want versace or gucci, i want authentic russian stuff, the dolls inside of dolls and some old soviet era stuff, absynth, maybe a babooshka scarf
a few weeks yet. also, where to shop in moscow and how much to pay for things? is bargaining the rule of thumb? how do i find out of the way un-touristy shops?
