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She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors And a sewing machine in the back And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg Was mounted up front on the hood And she had an Easter bonnet that had been signed by Tennessee Ernie Ford And she always had saw dust in her hair And she cut two holes in the back of her dress and she had these scapular wings That were covered with feathers and electrical tape And when she got good and drunk She would sing about Elkheart, Indiana Where the wind is strong and folks mind their own business And she collected bones of all kinds And she lived in a trailer under a bridge And she made her own whiskey And she'd been struck by lightning seven or eight times And she made up her own language And she wore rubber boots And she could fix anything with string And her lips were like cherries And she was stronger than any man And she smelled like gasoline and Rootbeer Fizz - Tom Waits

My Interests

"The reason why I refuse to take existentialism as just another French fashion or historical curiosity is that I think it has something very important to offer us... I'm afraid were losing the real virtues of living life passionately in the sense of taking responsibility for who you are the ability to make something of yourself and feel good about life. Existentialism is often discussed as if it were a philosophy of despair, but I think the truth is just the opposite. Sartre, once interviewed, said he never felt once minute of despair in his life. One thing that comes out from reading these guys is not a sense of anguish about life so much as a real kind of exuberance, of feeling on top of it, its like your life is yours to create. Ive read the post modernists with some interest, even admiration, but when I read them I always have this awful nagging feeling that something absolutely essential is getting left out. The more you talk about a person as a social construction or as a confluence of forces or as being fragmented of marginalised, what you do is you open up a whole new world of excuses. And when sartre talks about responsibilty, he's not talking about something abstract. He's not taling about the kind of self or souls that theologians would talk about. Hes talking about you and me talking, making descisions, doing things, and taking the consequences. It might be true that there are six billion people in this world, and counting, but nevertheless -what you do makes a difference. It makes a difference, first of all, in material terms, to other people, and it sets an example. In short, I think the message here is that we shouuld never write ourselves off or see eachother as a victim of various forces. It's always our descision who we are. "

I'd like to meet:

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Music:

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Movies:

Anything directed by Tarkovsky- especially Nostalghia, Joderofsky, Todd Solondz… especially Happiness, Ingmar Bergman, Bunuel… L’age D’or has a special place in my heart .., Abel Ferrara... especially The Addiction...Donnie Darko, Waking Life, Anchor Man, Wedding Crashers, Kenneth Branagh’s Frankenstein, Nausea... Noctambul, Harold and Maude, Monty Python... (all Monty Python... especially the Holy Grail), Eddie Izzard... Dressed to Kill, I actually like Zach Braff... ie… Garden State (which is surprising) ... Eternal Sunshine of the spotless Mind… another surprise… (shit fucked me up for a good month), Capote was phenomenal (the truth is I just really love Phillip Seymour Hoffman (LOVEEEEEEEE!), really like Solonas… well the truth is I really liked I Shot Andy Warhol…. Well honestly I just really like Lili Taylor… Anything by David Lynch... And many, many more…

Television:

Family Guy and Scrubs… and a few totally lame shows that will only be reveled on a need to know basis…

Books:

Well... Shelly’s Frankenstein (wooohooo)... Big fan of anything by Emerson, Thoreau, Nietzsche, Fanon, Simon De Beauvoir, Sartre' (mainly Being and Nothingness), Hermann Hesse, Steinbeck, Fitzgerald, Dickens, Milton (he’s AMAZING!), Hemingway- (although Movable Feast was a name dropping, useless piece of shit! Do not read it!) Love in the time of Cholera… Marquez in general… , Kerouac, Benjamin, Surrealist writers Breton’, Proust, Virginia Wolf (she pisses me off but I appreciate her genius) Oscar Wilde , Philip K Dick… especially Ubic… and Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Heinlein , Stephan King ... Marx, Raul Dahl, Shell Silverstein… (his adult stories are pretty great as well ) Joyce… Kafka (I don’t care how prosaic… I LIKE HIM!)... Dostoevsky, Poe, In Cold Blood was VERY good… but the only Capote book I’ve read… so I can’t really say anything on that subject… and many, many more

Heroes:

BEACUSE ZACH IS DOPE!

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