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sascha

i'm not hanging out in this corporate ad trap anymore, come find me at: http://theicarusproject.net

About Me

I had a brain tumor. And I had visions. I believe the visions caused the tumor, and not the reverse. I could feel the visions coalesce, and become flesh... uncontrollable flesh. And when they removed the tumor, it was called Myspace. Death to Myspace, Long Live the New Flesh. hello, my name is sascha. i spend too much time in front of the computer these days, it's fucked up. i live on a collective farm in the hudson valley with a bunch of my amazing friends and we're growing a lot of food. i come into new york city pretty often cause i'm part of organizing this national network of mental health support groups for folks who are alienated by mainstream conceptions of what gets considered "mental illness". you should check out our website: http://theicarusproject.net. i also write adventure stories about love and growing vegetables and madness and freight trains and global economics and language barriers and space/time travel. i still kind of have a love affair with punk rock even though i kind of figured i'd grow out of it by now. there are definitely worse fates.

My Interests

Writing Stories for my Friends in Mexico About life in the US, The Illusive Hudson Valley Purple Kale/Broccoli Grex, (very humbly) Working on Diesel Cars and Motorcycles, Organizing Radical Mental Health Support Groups, Ive been working on this book for the last couple years thats written in the style of Latin American Magical Realism (kind of like Eduardo Galeano) but is an adventure travel story from the perspect of someone whos manic-depressive and ends up in all these crazy situations. Its all interwoven with dreams and parables about freight trains and the US/Mexican border and radical agricultural myths and I really hope someday Ill finish it so I can stop being tourmented with its inevitability.

I'd like to meet:

So Im a city kid thats intrigued by the relationship between biological diversity and cultural diversity -- by the edge space between the urban and the rural and Im always interested in connecting with others who are busy creatively tearing up the Monoculture whether it be chemical GE corn fields or suburban strip malls or corporate media empires. Im very inspired and comitted to getting radical messages into schools and out into the streets and I'm all about building networks and support groups for folks who are alienated and left behind by the mainstream. does this sound like you? maybe you should write to me.

Music:

Xray-speXs Germ Free Adolescents (was obviously channeled from higher places by teenage Poly Styrene through a time machine in 1977), (I think the ghost of Joe Strummer talks to me whenever I listen to) The Clash, X (from Los Angeles writes the best punk rock love songs ever), The Avengers (is my life soundtrack), the new Leftover Crack Fuck World Trade (because it has incredibly lucid and cogent political analysis and if you play it backwards has secret messages about Sturgeons world takeover plans), lately in the ears: JS & and Mescaleros Streetcore, PJ Harvey Rid of Me, The Pogues If I should fall, Rites of Spring (still gives me chills), Immortal Technique from Harlem, David Bowie, Nina Simone, Reagan Youth, Willy Nelson, Iggy and the Stooges, John Coltrane, The Gits, The Coup Kill My Landlord, Mutiny, Sigur Ros, Prince Dance Mix From Hellery Homosex, Jolie Holland (shut up, Ketchup), Otis Redding, the sound of ice cracking on the hudson river as the sun sets over the catskills, the sound of my housemates cooking food at 2 in the morning in the kitchen outside my room, the sound of geese wings flying above my head as i sit and eat oatmeal on my back steps when everone else is still asleep.

Movies:

(I can quote you my favorite lines from) Blade Runner, They Live (cause that shit starts happening to me when I dont sleep man, for real), Videodrome (cause Debbie Harry was my first crush ever when I saw her on the Muppet Show one night back in 83 Long Live The New Flesh), Waking Life (cause its the closest thing Ive ever seen on film to what its like for those of us who slip in and out of dreamtime and everyone elses reality), The Dark Crystal (cause deep down I know Im the last male Gelfling and Im looking for my female counterpart so we can save the world together and make gender disappear), Taxi Driver (you talkin ta me?), The Last Unicorn (cause it seems like every cool girl I know watched it when they were young and it had such a good impact.)

Television:

smashed. into little pieces. on fire. laughing.

Heroes:

frank morton - wild garden seeds bonfire madigan - bmad army kate bornstein -cultural revolutionary

My Blog

MYSPACE MONOCULT OR ICARUS REBEL ALLIANCE

to check out and join the conversation inspired by this post check out:http://www.theicarusproject.net/community/discussionboar ds/viewtopic.php?t=8642so i started this thread cause, as one of the folk...
Posted by sascha on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 12:38:00 PST

Pirate Dreams and Dark Blue Stories

Pirate Dreams and Dark Blue Stories Slug and Lettuce Column Winter 2003 I went to sleep with the speeding desert road of West Texas under my eyelids. Woke up this morning in the attic of the Entropy ...
Posted by sascha on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:49:00 PST

A Handful of Seeds in a World Full of War

A Handful of Seeds in a World Full of WarSlug and Lettuce Column Spring 2003The Seedkeepers Burn our Land. Burn our dreams.Pour acid on our songs.Cover with sawdust the blood of our massacred people....
Posted by sascha on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:47:00 PST

Madness and Manic Depression - Carving out a Life

(damn - i needed an editor, huh?)Madness and Manic Depression - Carving out a LifeApril 2002 Column for Slug and LettuceMy mind is like a switchboard - with crossed and tangled lines.I dont know whats...
Posted by sascha on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:42:00 PST

Too Close to the Sun

2001 HER WINGS FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUNMANIC DEPRESSION STOLE AWAY OUR FRIEND Etched in my mind crazy like skipping record grooves -- snippits from far away letters and late night conversations, visi...
Posted by sascha on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:39:00 PST

Underground Roots

UNDERGROUND ROOTS (1998) I was walking through the forest one day not long ago with a couple of my friends, everything green and lush and so different than anything I know from growing up in the big c...
Posted by sascha on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:36:00 PST

first slug and lettuce column ever!

The Greenhouse Saturday morning and its pouring rain hard like the beginning and the end of everything; my dreams are about playing basketball with my friends in the city and red acid soil erosion eve...
Posted by sascha on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:35:00 PST

El Otro Lado

this is the intro to a zine i wrote in 1999 Juan Carlos grandfather had fought in the Mexican Revolution and as our boxcar swayed back and forth, the rumbling sound of the train grinding along track l...
Posted by sascha on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:31:00 PST

Talking Politics with The Man

Talking Politics with The Manor The Secret Life of White People Part 2 It seems to me sometimes like all we are is the sum of our experiences. Every sunrise and sunset and all the stuff in between. Ev...
Posted by sascha on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:30:00 PST

Sellout Story (1997)

When the Conquistadors invaded the shores of what was to become Latin America in 1504, the Roman Catholic Church, which controlled the majority of Spanish society, came along for the ride. They brough...
Posted by sascha on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:29:00 PST