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About Me

I'm a 150 pound bag of chemicals. And a photographer. And a filmmaker. And a writer. And a shintoist...I think.

My Interests

Anything intellectually stimulating that doesn't require the consumption of a pharmacy. I enjoy reading, watching movies, destroying beautiful images in photoshop, cramming my iPod full of the most elegant classical music and unlistenable metal, and spending time with my lovely wife Lori Beth. Also in the mix are our two animals (children) Penelope and Burgess. Don't know how long Burgess will be around, though. He's plotting something. You can see it in those devious, little eyes. The speaking in German is also starting to get to me.

I'd like to meet:

Bobby Jones, Big Bird, Hunter S. Thompson, H.P. Lovecraft, Alduous Huxley, Edgar Allen Poe so I can give him some drinking lessons, Albert Hofmann just to be there, the old Chinese guy that sold my mom the mogwai she gave me for Christmas in '84, Uncle Stan and Uncle Gerald, Thomas Jefferson, your mom.

Music:

The Cramps, Ministry, Alice in Chains, Portishead, Air, Stereolab, Helmet, R.E.M, Radiohead, An It, High Llamas, Slayer, Belle and Sebastian, Mars Volta, Gravy Booty (Ha, Ha! I made that one up!), 45 Grave, Jet Black Berries, Beethoven, TSOL, Electric Light Orchestra, the Breeders, Deftones, Jesus, this could go on forever...

Movies:

JFK, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Yume (Dreams), An American Werewolf in London, The Return of the Living Dead, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy and the O.G. Star Wars flicks, He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, Spider.

Television:

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Books:

Grimm's Fairy Tales (that book is SCARY), anything H.P. Lovecraft, Socrates' The Republic, Common Sense, John Locke, The Book of Three, Anarchist Cookbook, The Prophet, Canterbury Tales, The Hardy Boys

Heroes:

My grandfather, and whoever thought of taking the liquid out of a cow's teet and shoving it into a bottle for mass distribution.

My Blog

8.25.08

OF DEATH MEN fear death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children, is increased with tales, so is the other. Certainly, the contemplation of death, as the wages of si...
Posted by duane brown on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 09:20:00 PST

7.29.08

There was a cook in a Huddle House. Very plain. Very there. Very Huddle-House-y. When I lived in Harlem I pretty much had a basic existence. Bacon egg and cheese sandwich with hashbrowns. Covere...
Posted by duane brown on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 07:46:00 PST

5.31.08

It is. It's good. The best an engine can be. It runs without any consequence from the ultimate shut down. Our bodies shouldn't expect any more of a performance likened to what we experience when we cr...
Posted by duane brown on Sat, 31 May 2008 09:41:00 PST

4.21.08

John Locke. Do it.
Posted by duane brown on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 09:35:00 PST

2.26.08

After an eight-year battle with diabetes, Ben Scott McMillan, legendary vocalist for Gruntruck and Skinyard died in his hometown of Seattle, Washington, U.S.A. at age 46.Complications from a related b...
Posted by duane brown on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 06:45:00 PST

11.12.07

As if I graunt Common ubicunque averia mea ierint, the Commoner cannot otherwise entitle himselfe, except that hee averre that in such grounds my beasts have gone and fed, and if I never put in any bu...
Posted by duane brown on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 09:48:00 PST

6.02.07

I feel sick. Not in a viral way, but because I need to do things I don't feel up to doing. As for doing something creative, I feel spent. Just the thought of having to produce something gives me feeli...
Posted by duane brown on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 09:19:00 PST

10.30.2006

When last you spoke with her, she had been celebrating the holiday when first the undead were freed. The feeling overcame me, and for a moment I completely lost awareness of my surroundings. He showed...
Posted by duane brown on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 12:34:00 PST

9.26.2006

"Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the e...
Posted by duane brown on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 05:50:00 PST

6.12.2006

My death prediction. Somehow it makes sense. At age 99, you will take a near lethal dose of mescaline, wander the desert for six months, and eventually be eaten by coyotes. Thanks for visiting!...
Posted by duane brown on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 07:06:00 PST