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jonathon

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About Me

sometimes i can be very particular, ou je peux même être particulièrement humain. i am complex and simple at the same time, se contredisant pourtant pas. je me contente de savoir que je ne saurai jamais tout. je suis fan du dictionnaire, mais je ne lui fais pas confiance. right now, je n’ai qu’un but, to live in two worlds, functioning également in two languages. bien que j’y arrive actuellement à peine, i’ve caught a glimpse of that possibility that i keep in my sight où je me fixe les yeux. i like people who make things, j’aime bien les gens qui font ce qu’ils veulent, ceux qui créent des idées, des concepts, qui soient de concret ou non. for the moment, i live in the south of france. i like it here.
a room purposely formed symmetrically, centered from a thick black wire hanging a bulb at distance equal to all six surfaces surrounding. situated in its center, a table of mathematical dimensions, the surface only made visible by the vacillating emittence of the bulb overhead, the filament creaking to a corresponding light. also made visible an array of clouds from cigarette smoke concentrating around its source, a shadow of a figure, the ember at the tip of its lips oscillating its red with that of the filament. seated on the other end is a man in freshly colored black, hands and feet entangled to a chair immobile. through the fog is still apparent the outline of a book. a beautiful book, a large black cover unmarked, heavy. to its right, an electric fan unpowered facing perpendicular. the shadowy figure reaches its arm forward traversing the smoke leaving a void through its path. he pulls back the cover to reveal the first page, the man looks by default. the creak of the filament is accompanied by an electric current, the movement of metal cutting through the air, blowing through the smoke, blurring the lines between it and the void. pages flutter by its force, the man still looks - by default. he looks on at the pages turning, not turning back, nor changing pace. the content reaches its end, the other side of a thick black cover. the filament quiets itself, the fan slows its pace, visually unperceiveable, but the sound makes it apparent. the shadowy figure's cigarette reaches its filter, the light ceases to light - there is nothing. by train of its sound, the man hears air compressed between that cover and the last page, in darkness, yet sees nothing. he rests there, resting, looking at nothing but the impression left by light at the base of his retina, careful not to disturb his orientation, careful to know that what he is looking at is in fact there. sense of touch powerless, it suffices to stare - at nothing - at a nothing he knows it there. his life it rests in the boundaries of a look, the years stacked up like pages of a book.

My Interests

looking out my window, losing things and then finding them, making pasta, writing, the language of things, rolling cigarettes, stephen krashen, voyager partout en france, using important ..s as placemats, eggplant and zuccini, shared peripheral existences, the acquisition and localization of language, old cameras, le vin rouge, second-hand book shopping, thinking too hard and reading, van gogh, the vast expanse of english variation, sleeping with lots of blankets, counting change, the sound keys makes when you throw them in the air, studying french as an excuse to read anything and everything, semantic confusion!

I'd like to meet:

"talk nonsense but talk your own nonsense"

-fyodor dostoevsky

"sit down before the facts as a little child, be prepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly wherever and to whatever abysses nature leads, or you shall learn nothing."

-th huxley

"i know that i know nothing"
-sophocles

Music:

prefuse 73, madvillain, the books, mogwai, the notwist, lusine, rjd2 + blueprint = soul position, the mercury program, the mars volta, small brown bike, tortoise, russian futurists, css, four tet, gang starr (guru and premier respectively), talib kweli, broken social scene, the get up kids, aesop rock, at the drive in, pavement, 13 & god, telefon tel aviv, stephen malkmus, yo la tengo

Television:

curb your enthusiasm

Books:

diary of a madman, notes from underground (anything dostoevsky), breakfast of champions, the red and the black, the invisible man

Heroes:

I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4

My Blog

my silly poseur zine article

While traversing through French cities this summer, I somehow found myself situated in a tiny café in the southern corner of Place de la Victoire in Bordeaux, greeted by short cement columns marking t...
Posted by jonathon on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 08:08:00 PST

a formula

one of the best things to do, without a doubt, is to cook. I like my style of making things. I usually don't start by thinking of ingredients. I think of the whole. I have an idea. I then think 'W...
Posted by jonathon on Tue, 15 Aug 2006 09:22:00 PST

deustch speaking bruce

a couple of days ago, i found myself scrambling in the hot sun, although sheilded from time to time in the shadows of the buildings of the market street area, searching for my parking spot of which i ...
Posted by jonathon on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 12:58:00 PST