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Oh, Rion.

fiat mundi

About Me

'He had lost his hold of the magnetic chain of humanity. He was no longer a brother-man, opening the chambers or the dungeons of our common nature by the key of holy sympathy, which gave him a right to share in all its secrets; he was now a cold observer, looking on mankind as the subject of his experiment, and, at length, converting man and woman to be his puppets, and pulling the wires that moved them to such degrees of crime as were demanded for his study.'

My Interests

rhetoric, religion, sexuality, language, aesthetics, opera, elipses for dramatic pause, écriture féminine, hannah arendt, karl marx, friedrich nietzsche, hélène cixous, luce irigaray, fuck fascism, intellectual tom foolery.

I'd like to meet:

my real parents, Fidel Castro and Carmen Miranda.

Music:

rasputina, babes in toyland, genitorturers, siouxsie and the banshees, the pixies, sneaker pimps, massive attack, portishead, spoon, shiny toy guns, clinic, giuseppe verdi, violent femmes, the cure, the beatles, jimi hendrix, the rolling stones, kidneythieves, panic! at the disco, yeah yeah yeahs, hooverphonic, sonic youth.

Movies:

8 1/2, Myra Breckinridge, Alice, Faust, The Silence, Il Conformista, Andrew Blake films, Lolita, Matthew Bright films, And lots and lots of B-movies and sexploitation flicks including, but not limited to: Candy; Caligula; Barbarella; Baba Yaga; etc.

Television:

Boston Legal. The Venture Brothers. Harvey Birdman Attorney at Law. Absolutely Fabulous.

Books:

The Human Condition, On Revolution, Origins of Totalitarianism, Between Past and Future, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Dubliners, Ulysses, The Leopard, Memnoch the Devil, Lolita, Genealogy of Morals, The Prince, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Beauty's Punishment, Beauty's Release, Myra Breckinridge.

Heroes:


My Blog

What is a Boy to do?

Kindly, would someone do me the service of explaining the mustache fascination currently held by most bar hopping hipster girls? Why, in an era where men are hairless and even Burt Reynolds and T...
Posted by Oh, Rion. on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 01:23:00 PST

Non, je ne regrette rien

Except the time I didn't buy that vintage Yves Saint Laurent blue blazer at some second hand store in Berkeley.   I'll never forgive myself.
Posted by Oh, Rion. on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 10:37:00 PST

Lost Girls, and boys.

Quote of the Day: Alan Moore on the Marquis de Sade "However, his books are incredibly boring. I don't think that he himself got past the 15th day of Sodom. He gave up out of sheer ennui."   Inde...
Posted by Oh, Rion. on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 04:23:00 PST

the end of...

.. irony happened when they invented polyester.   Opps, I meant ironing.
Posted by Oh, Rion. on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 01:25:00 PST

Damn, and I do enjoy cake ever so

To be quite honest with you all, I don't remember having cake at my party. I'm good with the first half of the evening, and I can recall the final quarter, but I'm missing a good chunk around cake tim...
Posted by Oh, Rion. on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 10:37:00 PST

I do not intend&

... for anyone to respond to this. My intention here is simply personal rumination, if you will.   What is it that makes me so different? Everything is so foreign to me. I possess a detachment th...
Posted by Oh, Rion. on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 10:16:00 PST

To all my friends in Santa Cruz,

It's been a long timeNow I'm coming back homeI've been away nowOh how, I've been alone Wait till I come back to your sideWe'll forget the tears we've cried But if your heart breaksDon't wait, turn me ...
Posted by Oh, Rion. on Sat, 27 May 2006 01:22:00 PST

Nausea, from the past.

What is this feeling of vomitous rancor that has overcome me? What is this movement that has taken hold of all that which lays within? A sickness unto death? But what use could I have for such trifles...
Posted by Oh, Rion. on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 01:05:00 PST

I wish you'd sink like a stone.

I'd like to take this time to inform you all of my rancor and despite for Bob Dylan. That is all, carry on.
Posted by Oh, Rion. on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 09:38:00 PST

Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?

My parents came up to the city yesterday and took me out to lunch. Then proceeded to get me drunk. Nothing like a burbon and soda to wash down your four pints of Guiness. Sláinte....
Posted by Oh, Rion. on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 11:03:00 PST