the internet tries to consume my life regularly. It's often successful. in addition to that: politics, armchair philosophy, electronic music, bizarre movies, walking, cold war americana, urban decay, computers, japanese food, bad capitalization, multiple levels of irony, the struggle itself toward the heights, overthinking everything.
It's still not worth it.
Bleepy stuff. Aggro stompy industrial stuff. Synthpop that makes me question my masculinity. Neo-Celtic Electro. 12-minute post-metal atmospheric stuff. Experimental. Noise. Music made by hitting machines with hammers.
Funeral Procession of Roses, Swimming to Cambodia, Chungking Express, Inflatable Sex Doll of the Wastelands, Pulp Fiction, Duck Soup, Shinya Tsukamoto's body of work (especially the Tetsuo films), Mullholland Dr., 1950s Education/industrial films, bizarre anime movies with anthropomorphic cats (including but not limited to Tamala 2010, Cat Soup, and Night On the Galactic Railroad).
No time, no time. And that whole 'vast wasteland' thing.
(authors!) Haruki Murakami, Albert Camus, Kenji Miyazawa, A.A. Milne, Harper Lee, Koushun Takami, Toni Morrison, William Faulkner, Tom Vanderbilt, Charles Schulz, Kurt Vonnegut, William Blake, Dennis Perrin
Not particularly.Meh.