Getting out of this country, and into a North American white man's worst nightmare...Buenos Aires. also, I like to speak in broken spanish, play chess, drink wine, cook vegetables, go to parties, play my gitter, and watch Indio smoke those damn crazy cigarettes he always does after shooting a man for being somebody's daddy.
more homeless white men, y mas viejas latinas que son dulce. Spanish speaking chess players. Anarachist knitters. Socialist art teachers. Anyone from Bolivia. A desendant from the Nephalim. some Jungians. some Aliens. some Vegetarian cooks. As for Jesus, we've met, and well, we don't talk so much anymore. But me and the G-O-D we be tight! I know how to go with the flow of the natural beauty and rhythm of this here existi-ance.
uhhhh.... Drag City, Mike Patton, TZADIK, math rock, fusion, circus, Stravinsky, Folk, almost anything involving women, and a whole lot more.
Spaghetti westerns, Akira Kurosawa, Latino, christian bale, jarmusch, Roberto Begnini, homo favorites, and Troma.
mas español, menos comedy central
I don't really read any fiction, sorry. I've been rotating these for awhile: A Brief History of Time and Space, Winning Chess, A Man and His Symbols, The Second Sex, and 10,000 Dreams Interpreted. I mostly read for reference purposes, so I pick up at least 10 books a month at the library. The books I listed are ones that I keep around because I keep coming back to them. Oh, and I like art books too.
the man with no name