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Bryn

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About Me

Caritas patiens est, benigna est. Caritas non æmulatur, non agit perperam, non inflatur,
non est ambitiosa, non quærit quæ sua sunt, non irritatur, non cogitat malum,
non gaudet super iniquitate, congaudet autem veritati:
omnia suffert, omnia credit, omnia sperat, omnia sustinet.
Caritas numquam excidit: sive prophetiæ evacuabuntur, sive linguæ cessabunt, sive scientia destruetur.
Ex parte enim cognoscimus, et ex parte prophetamus.
Cum autem venerit quod perfectum est, evacuabitur quod ex parte est.
Vladamir: There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.
George: Good, better, best, bested. How do you like that for a declension?
L'ennui n'est plus mon amour. Les rages, les débauches, la folie, dont je sais tous les élans et les désastres, - tout mon fardeau est déposé. - Arthur Rimbaud, 'Une Saison en Enfer'
In my Former Life I was the Most Pretentious Girl in Allston. People used to ask me, 'Bryn, what's it like being the most pretentious girl in Allston?' I would answer them in demotic French: 'Je me deteste et je veux mourir' . . . they never got the meaning OR the esoteric connotations. Pas ne bile.
Poor Motor Skills. No Impulse Control. Covert Douchebag Hipster. Amusing Car Crash. Debutante. Diplomat. Stunning success in all Social Arenas. Utterly Lacking a Moral Compass. Abattoir of Decency: No Dignity, No Shame. Well intentioned psychopath: Are you a complete piece of shit? Are you in a band? Are you a degenerate scenester? I want to make you dinner and love you unconditionally. Proud owner of a Five Man Cock Block Team. Hopeless Devotee of a Certain Entourage in the East. Generally rather Exhausted. Bad triceps. Great tits. Liver of Steel. Currently Stymied. Never Dull.
With Fury. With Forgetfulness.
Time passes. Listen. Time passes.

My Interests

I am so over dallying in the Catacylism. Or so I Thought. Being Pretentious. Living Anecdotally. Intoxication. Lurking. Self Loathing (or Evincing such). My New Found Penchant for Self Adoration. (Ah Delicious Dichotomy.) Insomnia. Hitting Bottom. Living Outside of My Means. My Rich Inner Life. Crushes. Sophistry. Chevre. Mauviel Cookware. Microgreens. Textured Soy Protein. Tasting Menus. Toast. Hubris. Exploring Chicago. Deciding. Verfremdungseffekt. Requiem Masses. Salaciousness. Coffee. Whisk(e)y. Coffee Coupled with Whiskey. Couture. Knowing Far Too Little of Far Too Many Languages. Nutrition in Bar Form. Having Two Passports. Vodka Gimlets. Kitten Heels. Cashmere Hoodies. Indecent Hemlines. Drinking Songs. Dance Parties. Whiskey Dance Parties. Bands that Matter. Patriot's Day/The Marathon Monday Barbecue. La Vrai Belleville. Writing Intelligent Hate Mail to Evangelical Christians. Elevenses. Endive. Obsessing. The Scene. The Cheese Course. My Particular Gift for Doing Nothing. Hagiography. Filling up on Fruit. A la Carte Tacos. Recreational Self Mutilation. Scabs. Getting Other People in Trouble. Shoes that Fit. City Parks. The 02134. Entropy. Loving on the Boys of 14 Verona Street. Committing Sexual Assault. Freeze Dried Marshmallows. Misogyny. Dramatis Personae. Hating it when my Friends become Successful. Occasionally Forgetting One of my Siblings. Stale Popcorn. Sprechtstimme. Wedding Cakes. Fleur de Sel. Fancy Coffee Drinks. Walking myself Sick. Jamba Juice. Avoiding Direct Sunlight. Improving my Scrabble Scores. The Proper Use of Ellipses. Dive Bars. Mixed Meter. Lambics. FEBO. Manual Volkswagens. McDonald's Monopoly. Buying the Love of Hipsters. Dark Chocolate. Red Wine. Cooks (The dudes in white jackets, not the shitty sparkling wine). Shitty Sparkling Wine. The Conn 8D. Making Out. Failed Suicide Attempts. Boys with Sleeves. Usurped Sweatshirts. My Disingenuous Nature. My Phone Voice. Other People's Stultifying Myspace Blogs. Sexual Harrassment. The Four Dirty Imperatives. Exploiting Myself for Personal Gain. Gum Paste. The FUSAC. Inappropriate Capitalizations (a la Emily Dickinson, who I hate). Reading Personal Ads. Flossing Til it Hurts. Cemataries in the Fall. My Old Flat in Paris. Brynflections. Bryncestuous Relationships. Brynterpretations. Pretty Hipster Boys. Impeccable Grammar. Band Faggery. Ordering Office Supplies. Plastic Surgery Consultations. Finding Kris Makrides.
Not Being Afraid.

I'd like to meet:

More Terrific Bands. More Terrible Boys.
The Minister. The Congregation. Save me a Dance, my Darlings.

Music:

Is it Fashion or Disease?
Yes: Air, Andrew Bird, Alarm Will Sound, Annuals, Animal Collective, Aphex Twin, Arcade Fire, Bach (JS only, please), Bang Camaro, Bartok, Basement Jaxx, Beatles, Beethoven Symphonies 3, 7, and 9, plus the Piano Sonatas and the Middle and Late Quartets (Deliver me from the Chorfantasie), Beck, Before Lazers, Beulah, anything Billyz, the Birthday Party, Bjork, Bloc Party, Blondie, Blonde Redhead, Blur, the Books, Brahms, BRMC, Broken Social Scene, Camera Obscura, Cat Power, James Chance and the Contortions, Chopin (preferably the Kissin recordings), Elvis Costello, Cursive, The Dandy Warhols, David Bowie, David Byrne, The Dears, Death Cab, The Decemberists, Deerhoof, Depeche Mode, The Dismemberment Plan, Dinosaur Jr, Dizzee Rascal, Dntel, The Dresden Dolls, Drug Rug, The Faint, Flaming Lips, Franz Ferdinand (sorry Red Hook), French Kicks, Girl Talk, Gorillaz, Goldfrapp, Grinderman, Grizzly Bear, Helms, His Name is Alive, The Hives, Hooray for Earth, IMA Robot, Interpol, Jawbreaker, Jay Z, Jenny Owen Youngs, Jets to Brazil, Johnny Cash, Kanye West, The Kinks, The Knife, MadMan Films, Madvillian, The Magnetic Fields, Mahler, Make Believe, Metric, M.I.A., The Mint Chicks, Morrissey, Mos Def, Mr Bungle (generally anything Mike Patton except Hemophiliac), Muse, Neko Case, Neutral Milk Hotel, Nick Cave, Of Montreal, OK GO, Orange Juice, Pedro the Lion, Peter Bjorn and John, Porsches on the Autobahn (so cool), The Postal Service, Portishead, Primus, Prince, Prokofiev, The Promise Ring, Propellarheads, Public Image Limited, The Raconteurs, Radiohead, Ratatat, Lou Reed, Reports, The Residents, Rilo Kiley, Schubert (the Chamber Music), Schumann, The Shins, The Smiths, The Starlight Mints, Stars, Stravinsky, The Streets, The Strokes, Sufjan Stephens, Superdrag, Talking Heads, Tapes N Tapes, Television, Theoretical Girl, The Thermals, Thunderbirds are Now!, Tiny Amps, TV on the Radio, The Velvet Underground, The Walkmen, Tom Waits, Weezer, Kurt Weil, The White Stripes, !!! and on and on and on and on . . .
No: AFI, Coheed and Cambria, Coldplay, Tegan and Sara, The Killers, The Mountain Goats, Snow Patrol. Surely there are others . . . Oh. Joanna Newsom. I want to garrotte her with her own fucking harp strings.

Movies:

Grey Gardens. Lost in La Mancha. Amadeus. Nightmare Before Christmas.

Television:

The Venture Brothers. Those 4 episodes of Space Ghost that Kris and I have based our conversations on for 5 years. Aqua Teen, sometimes. The Brak Show in French. Intervention. Project Runway. Top Chef.

Books:

I'm currently destroying my eyes reading the complete Oxford Shakespeare online at the office. Hot.
Brecht. Beckett. Bukowski. Easton Ellis. Edward Albee, when he doesn't suck. TS Eliot. Williams (William Carlos and Tennessee). Miller. ee cummings lately. WH Auden. The Vulgate. Wallace Stevens. Philip Larkin. Dylan Thomas, apparently. Augustine. Aquinas. Food Lover's Companion. John Donne.

Heroes:


'I once bought a Manchester United hat, which I think was 12 shillings, and somebody ran up behind me and pulled it off and just ran ahead. So I thought, 'It's a very cruel world, I'm not prepared for this.' And I decided to get my revenge on society.' - SPM.
artisanalcheeses.com. The Late Great Mr. Butch. Sir Richard Branson. Robert Carrier. Crispin Glover. Janice Dickinson. Karl Haas. Frank Bruni. Jack Skellington. Robert Mapplethorpe. Brian Cox. Immersion Blenders. The Public Library.
And, of course: