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Adam

Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable. ---JFK-

About Me

I live and walk. I'm potty trained. I don't eat flesh-things, but don't care if you do. I'm currently on display at my apartment. I try too hard to look like I'm not trying too hard. I have demons...they appear to me as papercuts and torn cuticles. I could formulate a three hour lecture on the virtues of brevity. I prefer the barter system. I'm often sleepy. I like to talk about myself in the third person, but only as an agent of the first person working under contract by the second. I'm an idiot. I laugh at inappropriate moments. Big ol' jet airliner carried me too far away. I like to sing along to instrumental arrangements. My bed is too hard. My cat pukes a lot. I'm actually closer than I appear. Ikea has purchased my soul by forcing me to purchase. I don't have much to say, but talk a lot. When I actually do have something to say I just sit there and think about it. I'm new to this, but I'm old to that.
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My Interests

music, film, photography, literature...the usual. And travel. Lots of travel. Oh, and I also like monkeys that wear diapers.

I'd like to meet:

Anybody interesting. Maybe even some non-interesting folks.

Music:

Radiohead, Interpol, Wolf Parade, Cursive, Miles Davis, Iron and Wine, Godspeed You Black Emperor!, Mars Volta, A Silver Mount Zion, Franz Ferdinand, The Murder City Devils, Low, Sigur Ros, Hot Hot Heat, The Shins, Bloc Party, Modest Mouse, The Album Leaf, Drive Like Jehu, Pink Floyd, The Arcade Fire, Death Cab for Cutie, Tortiose, Mogwai, Sunny Day Real Estate, ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail Of Dead, Codeine, Failure, Karate, and the list goes on and on.

Movies:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind...anything written by Charlie Kaufman, really. The Weather Underground, Requiem for a Dream, I Heart Huckabees, American Beauty, Gummo. Capturing the Friedmans, Gummo again. ...And God Spoke. La Mala Educacion, The Motorcycle Diaries...anything starring Gael Garcia Bernal (I must admit he's a dreamboat), And for that matter, anyting directed by Pedro Almodovar. I like anything well written and well executed.

Television:

Six Feet Under (I have to rent it though...aint got that rich man's cable). I'm the guy that still watches ER. The news, so I can yell at the tv about the lack of a free press in the US. Family Guy, American Dad (Seth McFarlane is our new Socrates), Jeopordy, so the twelve year olds in the junior competition can make me feel stupid. Not much more.

Books:

Anything by Tom Robbins and Chuck Palahniuk. George Orwell's Animal Farm and 1984. It's a bit scary how current those classics are. Howard Zinn's A People's History of the United States. Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Lethem. Gun With Occasional Music by the same author. 100 Years in Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Thoreau's Walden. There's never a lack of good books out there.

Heroes:

Revolutionaries. Artists. Dreamers. Thinkers. Doers.

My Blog

Holes

A day like this lumbers by with a multitude of holes, several of which prove marvelous hiding nooks.Quiet. Perfect for due consideration. The analyzing mind slips into an accepting mind; the tremors...
Posted by Adam on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 09:12:00 PST

Jason Laughton

I just found out that one of my best friends passed away last night. We haven't shared space in a while, for I live 3,600 miles away, but I loved him like a brother. He got me every job I ever had w...
Posted by Adam on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 04:28:00 PST

Rocket Fuel

Some doors close. Other doors open. Some hallways end on a cliff. Turns out, the latrine's a seven hundred foot drop. This is why the jet pack was invented. It's a handy solution to the modern-day...
Posted by Adam on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 09:44:00 PST

Mash

Tonight the words swim around and off the screen. The longer I stare, the further they drift, until they wrap themselves around my head and blindfold me. It's a run-on kind of night.Black blood drib...
Posted by Adam on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 12:08:00 PST

Morning, Sunshine

Boy crawls into dark cylinder. Sensory deprivation lulls boy into a nap of gentle twitches and lucid dreams. The occasional nightmare singes his eyelids.Bang.Boy flies out of a cannon, ears ringing,...
Posted by Adam on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 09:29:00 PST

WhoWhaHuh?

Distraction runs rife through the city tonight. It's positive, all positive. But one can only sit, adjust, clack-clack-delete so many times. Then adjust again. Stare out the window, but it's dark,...
Posted by Adam on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 07:12:00 PST

Fresh

This ripple grew into a tide. The tide became the flood. Now I'm waist deep in muddy water watching my old stuff float by. And I'm grinning so wide the sun's baking my teeth. It proves to be a cost...
Posted by Adam on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 07:10:00 PST

Detachment

Detachment is the key to happiness, ladies and gentlemen. Let's just lay it out. Flop, and there it is.We've built a titanium wall around that word, 'detachment.' It's the graveyard of experience. ...
Posted by Adam on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 01:47:00 PST

Exhaustion

Exhaustion. Fatigue. Nap lust. This is the pornography of sloth. Wet, undersized blue jeans lurch to mind. Post-modern gravity with a Geary inspired hairdo flicks his Bic, lights his American Spir...
Posted by Adam on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 02:00:00 PST

Cave

A boy wanders into a damp cave far from town. He listens for a stir of life; some bats chirp, but he's not concerned.He navigates the stalactites. They're always poised to gore him...at a very slow ...
Posted by Adam on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 10:52:00 PST