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The Crippler

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  • The Crippler

  • 29 / Female
  • Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, US
  • Last Login: 11/26/2009

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Interests

  • General

    literary and cultural theory. cultural anthropology. roller derby. wabi-sabi. androgyny. linguistics. nomadism. art and art history. cooking and eating. making stuff. dance. sustainable living. naturopathy. massage. urban homesteading. deserts.

  • Music

    In no particular order: Blood and Time, M.I.A., Converge, El-P, Hayaino Daisuki, Black Diamond Heavies, Boris, Throw Rag, Isis, Neurosis, Wolfmother, DJ Kid Koala, Daler Mehndi, James Brown, The Legendary Shack*Shakers, Motley Crue, Handsome Boy Modeling School, The Misfits, Dead Boys, Nick Cave, Aphex Twin, Massive Attack, Bjork, Bowie, AC/DC, Melt Banana, Portishead, The Locust, Mastodon, DJ Shadow, Dead Prez, Iggy Pop and the Stooges, Kings of Leon, Guns-n-Roses, Turbo Negro, The International Noise Conspiracy, Pelican, Tom Waits, Norma Jean, Roy Orbison, Halo, early Metallica, Johnny Cash, Iron Maiden, Van Halen, Danzig, Lord Have Mercy, Wire, Joy Division, Devo, Burn the Priest, Goldfrapp

  • Movies

    Documentaries, Dead Man, Tetsuo: The Iron Man, There Will Be Blood, No Country for Old Men, Raging Bull, Taxi Driver, Ghost Dog, V for Vendetta, Coen brothers films, David Lynch films, Jean-Pierre Jeunet films, Wes Anderson films, High Plains Drifter, Orlando, Kill Bill I and II, Spirited Away, Fight Club, Easy Rider, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Off the Map, Broken Flowers, Survive Style 5+, Battle Royale

  • Books

    Lolita, Moby Dick, Coming Through Slaughter, Thief's Journal, The God of Small Things, Invisible Man, Notes From Underground, Sarrasine, most anything by Nabokov, Melville, Phillip K. Dick, Foucault, or Kafka. I enjoy attempting to understand Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I've been entirely successful.

  • Heroes

    Come, come, whoever you are
    Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving
    It doesn't matter
    Ours is not a caravan of despair
    Come, even if you have broken your vow
    a thousand times
    Come, yet again, come, come

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"There is a desert. Again, it wouldn't make any sense to say I am in the desert. It's a panoramic vision of the desert, and it's not a tragic or uninhabited desert. It's only a desert because of it's ocher color and blazing, shadowless sun. There is a teeming crowd on it, a swarm of bees, a rumble of soccer players, or a group of Tuareg. I am on the edge of the crowd, at the periphery, but I belong to it, I am attached to it by one of my extremities, a hand or foot. I know that the periphery is the only place I can be, that I would die if I let myself be drawn into the center of the fray, but just as certainly if I let go of the crowd. This is not an easy position to stay in, it is even very difficult to hold, for these are beings in constant motion and their movements are unpredictable and follow no rhythm. They swirl, go North, then suddenly East; none of the individuals in the crowd remain in the same place in relation to the others. So I too am in perpetual motion; all this demands a high level of tension, but it gives me a feeling of violent, almost vertiginous, happiness."
Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia