I like phrases and blips, quick sayings or images that jab you quickly in the eyes, jabbing through to the brain. For instance, I like taglines. My current tagline comes from girls with slingshots . Older lines have come from Disney's The Sword in the Stone (1963) (No sense in going around insulting bullfrogs), and a poem by X.J. Kennedy (Anything. Anything for a fix of light.).
WvT aka Sasquatch aka Paul. WvT for my love of funny names. Sasquatch because I tend to become very fuzzy fellow, and I am rather tall. Paul because my parents weren't dirty hippies or dumb yuppies who named their kids Hunter or Scout, or Moon Unit. Really, Hunter? I don't think they're referring to the late Mr. S. Thompson . //
Central / Southern Cali music fiend, of the electronic variety (with some deviation from this norm). I'm a DeeJay at KCPR 91.3fm , a slack-about (ie: not quite done with school, still without a job, though I'm not living with my parents), and an idealist of sorts, with a hint of laziness -- sure, we takers are fsking up things with our greed, but nature's pretty tough and not everyone is rotten. I tend to join interesting-seeming webgroups, only to wander away after a few weeks of concentrated activity. MySpace is vaguely more interesting than learning how to fold shirts , but still not as much fun as Discogs.com . //
I'm a stingy bastard when it comes to buying most things not made of/ for music. Like anything that might support musicians, like t-shirts from bands on tour and limited edition vinyl. Food and clothes and such only take up precious space and money that could be used for CD and records . Close your eyes, and the only thing you notice is the music, unless it's really cold, then you might notice the frostbite. That's when you find yourself a really spiffy hat or steal a leprechaun's jacket. Or you could just turn the music up louder, hoping you have no option but to dance, dance, DANCE! //
If you really want to be my friend, you have to tell me a story . About you, about something that resembles you (one time I resembled a cloud of goldfish, but I think I had a fever of 104° F), about someone who re-assembles you. Otherwise, how do I know you? Pictures lie, like the wind steals and the dead don't always stay dead (that one's for you, Sparkles =) //
No need to delve further into my personal trunk of oddities, I'm not really real to you. Meet me, and I'll expound on this notion. Oh, and I like odd words. Perhaps you'd say I think they're keen? //
New music on my page in tribute to the Southwest, where I am not but Suzy told me has "fluffy clouds" - this song always comes to mind. Thank you, fake Orb profile =)
