words, flowers (orchids), david barton gym, writing, reading, lifting, eating, the german language, baking, nutrition, exhibitionism, kombucha tea, blue green algae, acupuncture, garbanzo beans, my bed, my iPod, Stromboli Pizza Hawaii, Middle Eastern porn stars, the development of a gender-neutral pronoun, goats and their byproducts, grammar, style manuals, the serial comma and its discontents (case in point!).
I'd like to meet:
Healthy women and men, artists, Landmark graduates, other idealists, sexy (muscular, muscular, muscular) guys, grammar pedants, readers of David Foster Wallace. Ultimately looking for a partner.
We all have our little solipsistic delusions, ghastly intuitions of utter singularity: that we are the only one in the house whoever fills the ice-cube tray, who unloads the clean dishwasher, who occasionally pees in the shower, whose eyelid twitches on first dates; that only we take casualness terribly seriously; that only we fashion supplication into courtesy; that only we hear the whiny pathos in a dog’s yawn, the timeless sigh in the opening of the hermetically sealed jar, the splattered laugh in the frying egg, the minor-D lament in the vacuum’s scream; that only we feel the panic at sunset the rookie kindergartner feels at his mothers retreat. That only we love the only-we. Solipsism binds us together. DAVID FOSTER WALLACE
What sort of sentence, I asked myself, would be constructed by an absolute mind? I reflected that even in the languages of humans there is no proposition that does not imply the entire universe; to say "the jaguar" is to say all the jaguars that engendered it, the deer and turtles it has devoured, the grass that fed the deer, the earth that was mother to the grass, the sky that gave light to the earth. I reflected that in the language of a god every word would speak that infinite concatenation of events, and not implicitly but explicitly, and not linearly but instantaneously. In time, the idea of a divine utterance came to strike me as puerile, or as blasphemous. A god, I reflected, must speak but a single word, and in that word there must be absolute plenitude. No word uttered by a god could be less than the universe, or briefer than the sum of time. The ambitions and poverty of human words--all, world, universe--are but shadows or simulacra of that Word which is the equivalent of a language and all that can be comprehended within a language. JORGE LUIS BORGES
Music:
offer nissim (my new favorite), p!nk, peaches, thom yorke, nena, ben lee, yann tiersen and shannon wright, beth gibbons, norah jones, tori amos, ani difranco, thievery corporation, kings of convenience, mc solaar, moby, beth orton, massive attack, nelly furtado, coldplay, fiona apple, eminem, portishead, sigur ros, radiohead, rufus wainwright, poe, morcheeba, enya, kanye west, the bangles madonna, kylie minogue, jack johnson, sufjan stevens, antony and the johnsons, justin timberlake.
Movies:
magnolia, amelie, 300, superbad, dogma, mean girls, angels in america, the hours, adaptation, the princess and the warrior, memento, far from heaven, 28 days later, gattaca, attack of the killer tomatoes, bladerunner, i heart huckabees, goodbye lenin, matchpoint.
Television:
Lost, South Park, the Colbert Report
Books:
Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, What is the What, YOU SHALL KNOW OUR VELOCITY!, Edmund White, The Autumn of the Patriarch, The Lizard's Tail, Everything Martin Amis, The Method Actors, Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, The Ladies of Grace Adieu, Consider the Lobster, Infinite Jest, Oblivion, Girl with Curious Hair, A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again, House of Leaves, Ulysses, Mrs. Dalloway, Another Country, Wake Up Sir, Ishmael, Catch-22, Angels in America, Homebody Kabul, Underworld, Glamorama, Lunar Park, American Psycho, Choke, Borges, Robert Coover, Philosophical Investigations, The Claim of Reason, A Clockwork Orange, Barthelme, George Saunders, Italo Calvino, Brideshead Revisited, Pale Fire, Lolita, Cofederacy of Dunces, Trail of Crumbs.
Heroes:
ani difranco , anna keesey, werner erhard, ludwig wittgenstein: "Einerseits ist klar, daß jeder Satz unsrer Sprache ‘in Ordnung ist, wie er ist’. D.h. daß wir nicht ein Ideal anstreben: Als hätten unsere gewöhnlichen, vagen Sätze noch keinen ganz untadelhaften Sinn und eine volkkommene Sprache wäre von uns erst zu konstruieren.—Anderseits scheint es klar: Wo Sinn ist, muß volkommene Ordung sein.—Also muß die vollkommene Ordnung auch im vagste Satze stecken". (On the one hand it is clear the every sentence in our language 'is in order as it is'. That is to say, we are not striving after an ideal, as if our ordinary vague sentences had not yet got a quite unexceptional sense, and a perfect language awaited construction by us.--On the other hand it seems clear that where there is sense there must be perfect order.--So there must be perfect order even in the vaguest sentence.) , edmund white, borges , stephen colbert, dave eggers , and david foster wallace:
