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r. anderson

I am here for Networking

About Me

the only person i want to know anything about me certainly isn't on myspace, if you don't mind me asking.

but incidentally, i build music: r. anderson ; cognomen ; halcyon ; soviet|noise|collective

My Interests

nikola tesla
physiognomy
ephemera
discourse of a voyage thither
the foundling wheel
orchidelirium
coral castle
anomalies
lenticular & mammatus clouds
words/combinations of words
quotes, out of context
buried like edward abbey

I'd like to meet:

tulse luper & hyperboreans

Music:

lately:
the brian jonestown massacre "thank god for mental illness" // nick drake "pink moon" // deerhunter "fluorescent grey e.p." // andrew bird "armchair apochrypha" // david pajo "1968" // hayden "elk-lake serenade" // m. ward "transfiguration of vincent" // et cetera

Movies:

my life as a dog // nowhere in africa // noi // who's afraid of virginia woolf? // manufacturing consent // elling // y tu mama tambien // fletch // buffalo '66 // the proposition // the unbearable lightness of being // no country for old men // talk to her // cinema paradiso // adaptation // there will be blood // house of sand // the bicycle theif // how to draw a bunny // the cremaster cycle

Television:

with "log lady" intro's ON

Books:

the adventures of huckleberry finn // the brothers k (as in duncan, not dostoevsky) // desert solitaire // the fountainhead // the hollow earth // the house at pooh corner // island of the colour blind // crime and punishment // the orchid thief // extremely loud and incredibly close // wolf children and the problem of human nature // the poisonwood bible // the bell jar // the pill versus the springhill mine disaster // a portait of the artist as a young dog // the unseen hand: an introduction to the conspiratorial view of history // scribbling the cat // tesla: man out of time // the unbearable lightness of being // xaipe // by: hunter s. thompson; by: oliver sacks; everything thing from the sourcebook project

Heroes:

steady hands; quiet heart

My Blog

stairs

yestermorn, joel and i were preparing to pour a few cement countertops--they're all the rage these days. we had moved the molds into the cellar/dungeon area beneath the studio in the old textile facto...
Posted by r. anderson on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 10:31:00 PST

stanley stanton

Here are a couple stories my grandfather told me while I was home for christmas. He was laughing a lot while he told them. He worked with Stanley for a long time:"Stanley Stanton was a real likable gu...
Posted by r. anderson on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 10:09:00 PST

mountebank

i've decided to surround myself with artists so one day i might just be mistaken as one
Posted by r. anderson on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 09:01:00 PST

haiku for sunday, &c.

today in the parki met the most racist manimaginableit's true. in rittenhouse. he was an old man, who told me he was "pushing 80," and i've never heard such horrible things come out of a human mouth. ...
Posted by r. anderson on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 11:46:00 PST

re-remembering

back in buffalo and the first thing i re-remember is the buzz of cicada's high in the trees. it's august: that's what happens. i had also forgotten that my grandmother eats popcorn in a bowl with a sp...
Posted by r. anderson on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 11:31:00 PST

1980-1986

just went to see this amazing new documentary called "american hardcore." i was quite surprised--as i'm sure all of you were--to see a short clip of matthew barney talking about roger miret, the singe...
Posted by r. anderson on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 08:39:00 PST

rash generalizations // unfounded blanket statement

this morning ike and i helped jordan move a bunch of his stuff from our shop to his grandmothers garage. afterwards we sat on her second story porch overlooking balboa harbor for a while. it was beaut...
Posted by r. anderson on Sun, 23 Jul 2006 04:45:00 PST

we put the con in artist

michael and i, we pretend we know how to build furniture. we say, "no problem," pretending we will have no problem building exactly what the client wants built. then we go back to the shop and pretend...
Posted by r. anderson on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 02:33:00 PST

collecting old men

There is this guy we know. His name is John Fitzpatrick. He is 61 years old, married with three kids. I think he sees Mike and I as the sons he wishes he had. He is a real estate agent. He comes over ...
Posted by r. anderson on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 11:19:00 PST

don't bother reading, it's long and tedious

If I retrace the way I came--past a few missed exits; between the endless lines of meaningless Morse Code dividing traffic lanes (t / a / e / k / r / c ad infinitum), back about 38.6 miles almost due ...
Posted by r. anderson on Sun, 25 Jun 2006 06:10:00 PST