Museums, Napping, Making Hot Dance Mixes, Hot Dancing to Said Mixes, Mixing Mingling and Making Mayhem, and of course the long lost art of the single day book read. I like late nights in theatres where you can smell the black curtains and the dust burning on the lights. I like early mornings in tiny abandoned ethnic breakfast joints where the food is always interesting and the coffee tends to be just right, a place where I can sit alone and read a paper while straining my teeth. I love living things, the way bodies work, the science of life. I love the nature of faith, the universal notion of belief and the power of the human mind to change the world without lifting a finger. I love books, small and large, new and old, domestic and imported. And I love you. . . probably.
Maybe you. Seriously you might be the one person to change my life this week, or year. You never really know when its gonna happen. There is of course a list a mile long of people alive and dead who I would love to shake hands with, or lay down with, colaborate with, or just talk to. To many to name or even begain to name. But if you ask me who my heros are I might just let you in on a few suprises.
It's not what I love or hate that I want to talk about, it's the huge amount I still have not heard. So it is now your responsibility to make me mixes and to expose me like a pervert at a playground.
Are the best. . . I mean I like atleast 90% of movies I see. Just put me in a theatre with a bag of popcorn and a chick to finger-bang and I'll love whatever tale you spin.
I can't keep forgeting to buy a television. One of these days I am going to want to awe people with my taste in adult animation and cutting edge episodic drama. For the time being I'm just a broke ass loser with a pile of books in the shape of a television.
Murakami, Kundara, Calvino, Dahl, Salinger, Shakespeare, Sedaris, Silverstien, Beckett, Maught, Fitzgerald, Frost, Mann, Hemingway, Shepard, Barker, Brenton, Smith (Zaddie), Wallace (David Foster), Nueruda, Larson.
Mr. T, and I've told him to his face.