Dark roasted, shade grown, fair-trade coffee. Screenprinting. Cob houses. Composting toilets. The loves of my life: Sadie, Mingus, Oonagh and Kathleen. Homebrews, Volkswagen Vanagons, marijuana and a well-oiled Kalashnikov. Doom.
Anthony Bourdain. Leo Kottke. Aston "Family Man" Barrett. Charles Mingus.
The heavier, the better. And the psychey folk stuff too. And free jazz - gotta have the free jazz. Most plays on the jukebox include, but not limited to: Flaherty/Corsano, Charles Gayle, crap, anything Rashied Ali touches, Julius Hemphill, Coltrane, Mingus ('specially 'Black Saint and the Sinner Lady'), Peter Brotzmann, Grails, AcIdMoThErStEmPlE, Bert Jansch, Neurosis, Skip James and Randy Newman (yes, THAT Randy Newman). Reggae also owns a huge piece of my heart. And my hard drive. Pavement. This world would be a sad place indeed without Stephen Malkmus. And Clutch. Air Supply, just because I'm Lost in Love. Avett Bros. Lift to Experience.
I like me some movies. 'Everything is Illuminated' is my favoritest new movie.
- the drug of the nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiationBack again, "new and improved" we return to our irregularly programmed schedule hidden cleverly between heavy breasted beer and car commmercials CNNESPNABCTNT but mostly B.S. where oxymoronic language like "virtually spotless" "fresh frozen" light yet filling" and "military intelligence" have become standard T.V. is the place where phrases are redefined like "recession" to "necessary downturn" "crude oil" on a beach to "mousse" "civilian death" to "collateral damages" and being killed by your own army is now called "friendly fire" T.V. is the place where the pursuit of happiness has become the pursuit of trivia where toothpaste and cars have become sex objects where imagination is sucked out of children by a cathode ray nipple T.V. is the only wet nurse that would create a cripple
Dhalgren. And all the other Delany books too. And Geek Love. Zerzan and Churchill, Ward, that is, have a couple of good books out there. Stencil Pirates, the Josh McPhee book, is all kindsa dope. The Old, Weird America and all of the other Greil Marcus books. And The Economist, no, it's not a book per se, but the photo captions are well worth the price of admission.
Fuck you, heroes...