I’m interested in ferrous materials used for the production of velocipedes, historical reenactments, perfecting a smoldering gaze, anyone who bites their crooked index finger when in earnest distress, being “fashionable,†border wars, Americans who don’t attempt to explain themselves by giving you a ratio of all their ancestral roots (i.e. “I’m one sixtieth Basque, one twentieth Slovenian, one twentieth Laotian...â€), which they know nothing about. In addition to these things I enjoy expanding my word horde, which one day I will unleash to properly explicate my campaign of heroic exploits in a mead-hall in medieval Scandinavia, and a number of other things very few people have the capacity to comprehend even on the most fundamental level.
Hussars, Teutonic Knights, rapscallions, rakes, well read whores, Emperor Napoleon I, jolly southerners who embalm themselves with whiskey and tall tales, professional anglers, kind investment bankers, kids who cry when they see me, museum curators, Irish wolfhounds, Jarvis Cocker and...
my music and
Eugene de Saigon