Recluses. Hermitude. Alienation, over-complexifying (sexualizing?) social dynamics, writing / written, being secretly amazing, reasonably clean living, my cats, pragmatism!, community!, sustainability!, becoming ever more functional, the obscure and absurd, the popular and trite, knitting, collage, leftist despair, foreign supermarkets, self-effacement, Trivial Pursuit, checkers (but never chess), competitive Tetris, overanalyzation, idyllic rural pastures, the aesthetic qualities of mass transit, good food, swimming whenever possible, backpacking / camping / anything mountainy or outdoorsy, the food service industry, base human impulses, detrimental love affairs, purple, spring and fall, moving water, typewriters, isolation, mountain retreats, torture, salvation, independence, art, compulsion, open fields in early October when the heartiest wildflowers start to dream of a frosty respite, adhesives, mammals, kitsch, shopping highs, small furry creatures, "fall back," employment that doesn't leave me emotionally scarred, dazzlingly complex anxiety dreams, paper-thin disguises, sitting quietly in home when you could be out dancing, the fine dining / hole-in-the-wall family-run dichotomy, image, dining alone in public, drinking too much coffee or else none at all, media acquisition, pattern recognition, watching the light change, trying to acheive a mean of joni mitchell / joan didion (i.e., i wish i was california but i'll always be east coast through and through), making sense out of what it means to look upon things (whatever).
Co-conspirators. More like this:
Neil Young is the only one who understands these days.
THERE WILL BE BLOOD. I'M NOT THERE. And thousands of others.
RAMSAY'S KITCHEN NIGHTMARES (UK). Oh my God.
Reading Autonauts of the Cosmoroute so I can pretend it's my whimsical life. I read like it's my job (b/c it kind of is).
Margo Channing.