I like the sound of the street-
but I, apart and alone,
beside an open window
and behind a closed door.
i want to probe the meaning of contemporary urban life through literacy; visual and otherwise. i want to explore the crucible of incongruities that is new york. i want to reinvent photographic idioms through paintings without having to try harder than my spontaneity allows. and i want to understand how gatorade can make an amazing flavor like 'glacier freeze.'
the office, sopranos, forensic files, south park, body of evidence, cops, home improvement, the season of top chef with marcel. yeah i like project runway, sew what? (i'm lame), weeds is sometimes decent but this season so far is balls
the bell jar, catch 22, chuck klosterman IV, ham on rye, east of eden, into the wild, basquiat, the moon and sixpence, andy warhol diaries, middlesex, naked lunch, 1984, me talk pretty one day, crime and punishment, the subterraneans, white noise, the picture of dorian gray, on the road, the artist's reality, kurts journals, the complete short stories of mark twain, and of course howl by ginsberg, the art of war, catcher in the rye, i am america (and so can you), the god delusion, god is not great, chronicle of a death foretold, civilization and its discontents, no country for old men
jim and pam.