Kayaking, reading, playing guitar, meeting new people. I often find myself watching the passers by and thinking to myself, "damn, that one looks a great deal like my old uncle Karl." then I remember that I never had an uncle Karl. It would have been cooler still if I had been blessed with an uncle kharkarov. Damn the fates!
I'd like to meet:
myself eating a taco and some cream cheese...And that sexy guy from In Blackened Boxes http://www.myspace.com/inblackenGod I miss these shoes...
Music:
ISIS, In Blackened Boxes(shamelss plug), Porcupine Tree, Gojira, Down, White Stripes, Candiria, Killswitch Engage, Tool, Radiohead, The Cure, A Perfect Circle, Korn, Cult of Luna, Liz Phair, Jeff Buckley, Jesu, The Roots, Digable Plantets, Red Sparrows, Death Cab for Cutie, John Coltrane, Pelican, Sonny Rollins, Jeff Buckley, Burnt by the Sun, Mudvayne, Shadows Fall, NIN, Billie Holliday, Interpol, Johnny Cash, The Red Chord, The Mars Volta, Mastodon, Toad the Wet Sprocket, KMFDM, Opeth, Dredg, Pig Destroyer, Godflesh, Driver13, Pixies, Jucifer, Neurosis, Janes Addiction, Wilco, Fear Factory, Callisto, Caught Fucking and others...
Movies:
Fight Club, Kill Bill, Mullholand Drive, V for Vendetta, Donny Darko, Natural Born Killers, Pulp Fiction, Fight Club, Garden State, Say Anything, Hi Fidelity, Beautiful Girls, and others
Television:
Never enough NP around.oh and why not one more...
Books:
Chuck Palahniuk, Albert Camus, Jose Saramago, Charles Baxter, Herman Hesse, Denis Johnson, Vladamir Nabakov, Lydia Davis, David Mitchell, Richard Ford, Kurt Vonnegut
Heroes:
Street Fighting Man
Ev’rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
’cause summer’s here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ’n’ roll band
’cause in sleepy london town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man
NoHey! think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ’n’ roll band
’cause in sleepy london town
There’s no place for a street fighting man
NoHey! said my name is called disturbance
I’ll shout and scream, I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ’n’ roll band
’cause in sleepy london town
There’s no place for a street fighting man
No
Rolling Stones
