I have two cats, Beatrix and Alice (After Beatrix Potter and the Lewis Carroll character) and my fish, Nijinsky.
My favorite pastime is to create and recreate. I drew my first picture when I was 3 1/2 years old (a red scribble which was meant to be a rainbow) and since then I haven't stopped. I've done a little sculpting here and there, and recently took up waterpainting. A while ago I got my hands on a scanner so you can view some of my drawings in my pics up there ^.
As much as I love artwork, I want to create something more lasting, so lately I've been getting into writing and poetry as well. People will look at a drawing for a moment or two and sometimes get prolonged attention, but stories get their hooks into people, teaches them things and stay in their memories for a long time. If a picture is a window, a story is a door.
I enjoy studying about conceptual astrophysics and the sable spaces between stars, mythology and world religions, political psychology, nonsense poetry, love stories, pondering edges of the universe, horror flicks and licorice sticks, dancing, cooking, drawing, dreaming, puzzles and scheming, reading, feeding, , labyrinthine dreams, riddles and fiddles, ships and lips, teacups and hiccups, spiders in jars, stars, rats in hats, movie screens and jumping beans.
Music
Sighhh.. so my poor, beautiful illegal music player got disabled again, and myspace threatened to delete my account if I put it back up. Since this profile has years worth of important stuff stored in it, so I'm not gonna test their patience. Luckily I was able to hunt down some of my old songs on here, so please enjoy the legitimately acquired tunes while I go back to pirating the high seas of the info-nets >=P
- Techno, even if it's cheesy techno.
- Blues sung by raspy life-long smokers.
- Songs about rebellin' an shit! Fuck the establishment! Yaaaa-aaghhh!
- Those cutesy breathy voiced songs that became so popular recently.
- Songs that describe the dance that goes with the song.
- Songs that sound like a piano and a violin are fucking passionately
Movies
The movie industry today reminds me of Orwell's 1984 where the Ministry of Truth synthesizes entertainment for the proletariat masses by means of a computer that recombines plot elements with slight variations.
I used to love horror movies but they've ceased to be scary. After awhile they just became passe. The only (sort of) good ones seem to be mostly remakes of Japanese horror, only rewritten with white people as the heroes, which speaks in it's own way about our culture.
Here are some I definitely recommend.
Phantom of the Opera, Gangs of New York, Alice, Waking Life, Phenomenon, Equilibrium, GATTACA, Moulin Rouge, The Fountain, Dark City, Donnie Darko, Fight club, Suicide Club, Battle Royale, Zatoichi the Blind Swordsman (groovy dance scenes!), Willard, Speed racer (One of the few special effects movies i liked). I will add more when I remember what they are.
Television
I really stopped watching tv awhile back. Everything is webisodes now.
Books
I have a voracious appetite for words, which has actually gotten me in a lot of trouble with teachers and bookshop clerks (stealing books was one of my vices). In high school a backpack of books wouldn't last me two days, and I would get teased for poking myself in the face with a fork trying to read while eating. When having school friends over they would often tell me I could fit an entertainment center in my room if I moved my desk and shelves. I mostly immerse myself in fiction, mythology and goof off books, so for all my reading I'm not much smarter. Unfortunately most books with knowledge that can be usefully applied in the real world are also dreadfully boring.
I adore penny dreadfuls and detective stories like Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie, but especially those ones with the gritty Private Eye that begin with him brooding in a dark office and the gorgeous widower begging for help. Then he and his trusty flask set out on an adventure through the seedy underworld against villains with names like "Babyface", "Johnny Bang-Bang" and "No Nose", and lots of luscious dames, skirts and tomato's. A few bottles of whiskey and a pack of one liners later you find out it was the widower who had killed her husband all along. Probably 'because he was a louse'. =)
I do so enjoy some good fantasy (and ever so much if it's written with colorful British vernacular. Those inner city Londoners have the most charming slang. Like "bearded axe wound", my absolute favorite vulgar term for vagina.)
My general fiction and scifi picks- Alice in Wonderland, Hitchhikers Guide, The Chronicles of Xanth(brilliant, a must read!), all of Orson Scott Card's fictions (even if he IS a homophobic berk (*Berkshire Hunt= Cunt*---Thanks again British folk!), the Berserker series, Anne Rice, Pierce Anthony, Eric von Lustbader, and Harry Potter and muthafuckin' Animorphs!
All those 'society gone mad' books like 1984, Brave New World, Anthem, The Giver, Lord of the Flies, more modern versions such as Feed(definite recommend), The Last Book in the Universe ,and those similarly themed novels about the flawed justice system, and Hemingway's classics on the depression era.
I am also a major comic book geek and especially love the Batman. Or rather I'm a fan of Joker, I'm not much of one to root for the heroes. I'm a DC and Dark horse girl, and wish they did more movies than Marvel. And then of course I'm a fan of all the classics featuring thick sexy girls like Red Sonja, Heavy Metal Babes, and all of Conan the Barbarian's temporary girlfriends. And then there's thick sexy graphic novels like John Constantine (and spin-offs Books of Magic and Papa Midnight series, and of course the Neil Gaiman Sandman universe which so often collides with his other worlds.) The Filth, One Bad Rat, A Small Killing, Creature Tech, Hewligans's Haircut & Tank girl, Kabuki, The Perry Bible Fellowship, Milkman Murders, Marvel Zombies, Battle Pope, the incredibly disturbing Punch and Judy novel and of course Watchmen. (Shame about the movie though.)
And then there all all those religion and philosophy books both Buddhist and Christian which I frankly can't relate to so let's not dwell on them, okay? I can't stand people who try to sound deep by talking out of their asses, who assume their personal experiences and individual motivations apply to everyone. If you want to talk heavy, that's fine, but there's a point where you're just blowing yourself. So all those crystal kissers and dogma-fuckers out there who pass yourselves off as philosophers....I'm on to you, okay?
And finally all the miscellaneous reference books, guides to astronomy, birds and wild mushrooms, bugs and spiders and optical illusions. Books on how to paint and make spy equipment, origami, chess and all that other shit I wish I could do but I'll never be able to.
My dream job is to be an English lit teacher, which will fulfill my dream of forcing kids to read awesome books, and spending my work hours discussing with young fresh minds books that are awesome! My ultimate mission is to expose kids to thought provoking new ideas and to undermine the hold of evil grammarian based English teachers! We don't get along, as you may have noticed I have a bad habit of run on sentences and I overuse parenthesis for asides.
Heroes
Everyone who tries to defend what they believe in, every one who thinks there's more to life and wants to find out what, everyone who sets out to make things better without expecting a reward.
花澄 Kasumi the Westerner ॐ's Details
Status:
Single
Here for:
Networking, Friends
Hometown:
Sand Land U.S.A.
Body type:
5' 11" / Average
Ethnicity:
White / Caucasian
Religion:
Other
Zodiac Sign:
Aries
Smoke / Drink:
Yes / Yes
Children:
Undecided
Education:
In college
Occupation:
Being fucking awesome.
花澄 Kasumi the Westerner ॐ coming down with a head cold Posted 17 hours ago view more
About me: What could I tell you about myself that is actually true? Many aspects of me are contradictory, so anything I told you about myself would also be precisely the opposite, depending on the angle of the sun and whether or not its raining. I am what I am at all times, except when I am not.
I'm a perennially cheerful pessimist, a self loathing narcissist, a bleeding heart sociopath, and a spiritual nihilist. I have lived my whole life and I hardly know myself. I have regrets, and I don't want to make any more.
I don't really belong to any group, I've always been a sort of spectator. It sometimes feels like I'm cut off from the rest of life, and I'm just meant to watch. It feels almost as if I'm out of tune, vibrating at a different frequency than the rest of the universe. My hands don't really touch what I'm holding, I'm not even solid. I'm one millisecond out of step with the rest of the world. Usually behind. But with some people I do connect, and then things get very tangible.
Sometimes life feels like being trapped in a dream. Things feel disjointed and distant, and I'm interacting with everything in a futile sort of way, and the world doesn't want to cooperate. I envy the people who can get the world to sit up and do tricks for them.
I often feel like I'm in the wrong place, and on top of that I'm late. Yet at the same time I feel I'm probably not missing anything too important.
I'm not one of those females who always means the opposite of what she says. It's extremely frustrating whenever I finish a sentence or make a point someone says "Oh you mean this, or you also think this?", or blatantly telling me what I think. No, I don't. If I did, I would have said so, but I chose the words I did because that's what I meant. It will be much more facilitating to our correspondence if you take my words at face value. I only mask my meaning if I'm employing sarcasm, and when that time comes it will be obvious.
I am not much of a social butterfly, mostly because I don't care enough to put all the work into forging social contacts. The things I enjoy the best are things best done alone.
When in groups I prefer to use them as camouflage, lurking in the sidelines. I'm pretty shy with people I don't know, but I always to be honest and say what I mean, and if they appreciate it it means I found a friend. If I seek you out it is because I enjoy your company and find you interesting. If you don't hear back from me or I completely drop off the face of the earth, it's really nothing against you. I probably just forgot.
I'm tired of people telling me what I should want out of life. All the time people are telling me I should get a tech degree or because "that's where it's at!" and when I tell them I want to sign up for a class on mythology or Shakespearean English they give me an odd look and say "How do you expect to make money off of that?" It's not that I'm unmotivated, I just don't want what they're selling. Being alive and sentient is a unique opportunity for a mass of matter like me to get, so I'd rather make the best of it than spend it all on cheap achievements. I only have so much time to see what there is to see before I fade, and so much more to learn than what is profitable.
There may be a few people out there who've read all of this so far and for some unfathomable reason you aren't turned off and still want to friend me. I wish you the best of luck, you foolish fools will soon learn the folly of your follies.
But you probably aren't going to learn anything substantial by reading my profile anyway, its just a randomly generated stream of adjectives, so why don't you send me a message?
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Who I'd like to meet: Most people I want to meet are either fictional or dead. People who are special, people who don't jibe with the rest of the world but refuse to change. People who can show me something I didn't know before.
sorry about leaving you hanging like that!! it was completely unintentional!! the stupid thingy signed me off and wouldn't let me chat with you.. :( it said you were offline!!! it completely restarted my computer...lol.
Thanks!!! People don't wear codpieces enough these days... I want to write a book called "Codpiece Rock," about all the rockers who proudly donned their codpieces...
Here is an old drawing that was meant for those who face impossible odds. It is supposed to show the story of the monk who invented a new fighting style while watching a crane sucessfully defend her nest from unending attacks from a tiger
The old toy (The Strange Change Time Machine) was great... You put a little square capsule in the oven-like thing and it turns into a monster!!! The game that I made is insane... Fun, but insane!!! I've been asked if I'm the guy bangin' away at the woman on the table in that painting... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Sure, why not? Only unfortunately, I don't have such a six-pack!!! I have the body of a young, nubile, altar boy!!!
One thing about New Orleans you'll hate are the giant flying cockroaches... They're VERY aggressive and are not at all afraid of humans... They attack!!! If one is in my apartment, I can't sleep until I'm most victorious in battle!!!
You now I really like your "I an infinite space every point is the center" That seems to work on several levels. How is this line? "Endurance ids the Strength of the weak" Lynn Montross I should think about if there are any possible parallels between the two saying.
Yep, that's the portrait... And yep, I painted all of that background... Made up a new language for it!!! Thanks for the comment!!! Wait until you see the painting I'm working on now. It'll be a while until I'm finished with it... -Phil
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