i'm an honest-to-goodness gypsy. and no, i will NOT steal your shit in the middle of the night. gypsies aren't common cat burglers.
however, i have stolen a few souls with my camera abilities.
+ elephante, r.m.r., obscene amounts of art, lockets, crazy music, healthy debate. and stuff.
- downward escalators, unhealthy arguments, my own forgetfulness.
r.i.p. robert goulet.
i hear that newest shellac album, excellent italian greyhounds, is pretty damn tasty.
honorable mentions: low, smashing pumpkins (pre-zeitgeist), reggie, pink floyd, joy division, the smiths, the cure, cocteau twins, the decemberists, john coltrane, mogwai, beat happening, calvin johnson, ween, beirut
recently seen: kwaidan, gypsy caravan, the wall, helvetica (yes! the font!), across the universe.
want to see badly: control (by anton corbijn. and i'm not just going because it's about JOY DIVISION, you poseurs...i'm ACTUALLY an anton corbijn fan.)
anytime: six feet under, the sopranos, big love.
concurrent: THE STEELERS.
upcoming: who gives a shit, really. tv sucks now. especially NBC because they stopped putting new episodes of the office on iTunes. i have to freaking watch it online, and even with DSL, it never plays all the way.
i've become a graphic novel junkie.
but i still read regular books on occasion.
this guy pwns.