i like acquired tastes and perversely obscure cultural production. and big words used wrong, with an accent. and restaurants with glass tabletops. also, i drink lots of tea.see also: california biennale (why does kate come up with those silly nomes de plume?)
I'd like to meet:
grown-up perverts and unverts . people with both a rich inner life and developed social skills. pitchblack sense of humor a plus. people who know reasonably well what they're feeling, what they want, and how to talk.
"Any woman who is all woman, or any man who is all man, is a complete monster — unfit for human company."
--armistead maupin's grandma, c.1958
src: http://www.afterelton.com/people/2006/8/maupin.html
Music:
lately i'm on a steady diet of metrosexual sounds: arthur russell, mobilee cutesy-techno, LCD sound system, and whatever else the dandies at DFA tell me cool is. and i always love me some riley puckett:
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and angolan ghettotech. and taqsims, ragas, echo-pedally stoner-jamouts and pretensious fingerpickers on atavistic string instruments. also reeds that sit uncomfortably in noses. slskID: throwaway -- message me on theres to be granted access to the whole enchilada.
Movies:
in preston sturges' "unfaithfully yours", one Detective Sweeney, private detective, says to a man whose wife has been tailed, "Maybe I shouldn't be saying it, but if it were me, I'd never have them tailed, I'd never try to find out nothin'. I'd just be grateful for whatever they wanted give me: a year; a month; an hour." speaking of murderous jealousy, brick made me homesick (it was shot in san clemente!). some fav's: fassbinder, sturges, masumura yasuzo, john huston, kurosawa kiyoshi, wang jiawei, cai mingliang, albertina carri, torre-nilsson, 30s comedies and 40s noir, todds haynes and solondz, other pretensious malarky. and jacque tati on the big screen can be as mindblowing as tarkovsky under certain circumstances.
i don't watch movies much these days, unless they're adultbaby porn.
Television:
arrested development makes me homesick. most other tv just makes me carsick, unless it's competitive cooking or certain detective fiction, and even then, only when i'm on vacation.
Books:
Malogranatum vitiorum; Cullebutatorium confratriarum, incerto autore, or Bottoms Up! Tales from the Cloisters (anon).; Rumblings of an Empty Stomach; Chaultcouillons, De magistro nostrandorum magistro nostratorumque beuvetis, lib. octo galantissimi, or In the Snug: Advice to Doctoral Candidates on Entertaining Their Examiners (Internal and External) After the Oral (8 vols.); Pocket Billards for Bell-Ringers; Succubus and Incubus: Having it Both Ways; Flagellation for Friars; De terribilitate excommunicationum libellus acephalos, or A Brief Guide to the Awesomeness of Excommunication, by John Richbroth (abridged version); The Headbanging of Perpetual God-botherers; Keeping Well Lubricated, in Sixty-Nine Breviaries; Adventures in the Skin Trade: Selections from "The Burning Bush," Incornifistibulated onto the "Summa Angelica"; Campi clysteriorum per S.C., or Love Your Enemas, by Symphorien Champier; The Suppositories of the Pharmacists; most anything else in St Victor's Library.
