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About Me

My predilection is to see. I see not objects, but the spaces between them. In these spaces there are no straight lines or completely regular shapes. Events do not occur in sequences, but all together. Time is curved, and everything is alive and dead at once. Opposites need not exist in relation to one another. Construction becomes dialectical, as a cartographer attempts to cover the curved space of the earth with a series of flat maps. I live in these spaces, where mind and matter are not mutually exclusive. Where the perception of an isolated ego is merely a vestigial tendency.

My Interests

Freud
Fantasy
Fairytales.

I'd like to meet:

A perfect misanthropist's heaven: a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, and when his fingers sheltered themselves with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat as I announced my name. I think that circumstance determined me to accept the invitation: I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself. He is a dark-skinned gypsy in aspect, in dress and manners a gentleman: that is, as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly, perhaps, yet not looking amiss with his negligence, because he has an erect and handsome figure; and rather morose. Possibly, some people might suspect him of a degree of under-bred pride; I have a sympathetic chord within that tells me it is nothing of the sort: I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling - to manifestations of mutual kindliness. He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again. He evidently wished no repetition of my intrusion. I shall go, notwithstanding. It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD.

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Movies:

Lie with Me.

Books:

Faulkner.

Heroes:

Heisenberg.

My Blog

Proust for the Proletariat

They were flat, round wafers, slightly browned on the edges and butter-yellow in the center. With the cold lemonade they were sufficient for childhood's lifelong diet. Remembering my...
Posted by Sundance Kid on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 07:04:00 PST

Penetrating Pugilism

We lay awake in the dark listening to each other. The silence between us seemed both intimate and hostile, like a staring contest. ...
Posted by Sundance Kid on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 05:43:00 PST

Easy as pie.

Shine your teeth till meaningless. Sharpen them with lies.
Posted by Sundance Kid on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 12:33:00 PST

Chinks, gooks and zipperheads oh my!

the term "chinaman" is no longer pc. so if you care to be pc, it's not the best idea to say "that goddamn chinaman ripped me off," or "chinamen can't drive for shit." even if your statement is true, i...
Posted by Sundance Kid on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 01:14:00 PST

Nil desperandum.

Sometimes it is useful to know how big your zero is.
Posted by Sundance Kid on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 04:20:00 PST

My uncle was on Jeopardy!

Answer: The famous general depicted here in Saigon, who later opened a pizza parlour in New York City.Question: Who is Nguyen Ngoc Loan? ...
Posted by Sundance Kid on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 07:01:00 PST

Playing doctor

Please offer me your feedback on this issue: Is it normal/acceptable for your doctor to encourage a social relationship outside his office (dinner parties, drinks etc)? Or should I be worried?&n...
Posted by Sundance Kid on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 02:51:00 PST

Cheese and Rice!

People who run everything can't complain that they're underdogs. Ah, yes, whatever happened to that plucky little cult, Christianity? Oh, that's right, they're 80% of the American people, and have tak...
Posted by Sundance Kid on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 04:45:00 PST

Im on pins and needles.

Show me a man wearing an American flag pin in his lapel, and I'll show you an asshole. People are outraged because Barack Obama doesn't wear an American flag lapel pin. So, apparently, he and America ...
Posted by Sundance Kid on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 04:38:00 PST

Living just enough for the city

"Everyone here looks like they were once on television, or that they should be. On television, that is. Frighteningly beautiful, the crowd mills in packs. Subdivisions, clichés, and hierarchical socia...
Posted by Sundance Kid on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 03:41:00 PST