i am, like, a real artist. meaning i work half a dozen jobs that have nothing to do with my art. i get by. give me a concept and i will conceptualize 'til the cows come home. now there's a concept, i actually have no cows. so they won't come home, will they? well they may, but not to my home. whose, then? anyway i do theatre too. yes, i love the theatre. but i know as well as everyone else: the theatre is dead.
people i don't know. i guess it would be redundant otherwise.
folky to funky and lots in between... good beats, soulful lyrics and sometimes just sometimes something that makes me shake my ass
i like the art house mostly. foreign films where cousins have inappropriate relations. honorable mentions: clean (a canadian one), little miss sunshine, amores perros! and the masterpiece, ELF.
ghettovision...i flip between two fuzzy channels and pause on the one that is the least painful to watch. i watch the news of course...and by news i mean entertainment tonight.
assia djebar, rushdie, martel, g.g.marquez....magical post-colonial stories about hot countries and i also like the white male standbys t.c.boyle, robbins, d.b.c pierre. oh and i mustn't forget to mention how much i love my mama's poetry.
is that a type of sandwhich?