my friends have variously described me as: "funny," "smart," "tall-ish," "I'm sorry, I don't know who that is," and "virulently communist"
Pronouns: Duke, Ace, & Dem Boyz
No, Financial Aid Application, I do not have 'overseas assets.' I am sitting on a lawn chair indoors.
Histories of things, like: Chicago, Russian literature, millenarianism, the English working class, debt. Novels and plays that catch my eye at the local used book store. Rilke, Larkin, Blake, Ashbery, Neruda, Stevens on CTA. Chomsky. Marx. Zizek. ...Welty? I read Dubliners again every year. The Lady with the Lapdog is a favorite. Several architecture and urban planning blogs. I have not read any Dave Eggers. Nor have I read any Malcolm Gladwell for that matter. Suggestions outside of Dave Eggers and Malcolm Gladwell are welcome! Also, no Tao Lin. Currently reading: The Death and Life of Great American Cities by Jane Jacobs. Oh, and of course my brick of a textbook on How To Prevent Death From Massive Trauma During Your Commute.
Josef Herman, Ilya Repin, Jules Breton, Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, James Tissot (the leisure classes of 19th century Britain and France doing what they did best: nothing), Mark Rothko (eczema of the psyche), Marc Chagall, Joaquín Sorolla (peasants in paradise)
MOVIES & SHOWS:
fallen out of the habit of regular TV and movie viewing, buttttt if I need a list - Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters, Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay, Office Space still holds up, as do Wayne's World 1 & 2, Kroll Show, Inside Amy Schumer, the Daily Show (in spite of no longer being as funny as it once was; I think one of us may be waxing, the other waning), and that show's smarter, funnier fraternal twin the Colbert Report (RIP), I watch DemocracyNOW! online almost every day (+++social justice); The Simpsons; but TV comedy really peaked with the second season of Chappelle's Show; there was a brief, perhaps necessary phase there, but now most things twee annoy the hell out of me--especially tweeness that has graduated to the Acutely Self-aware And Dyspeptic New Yorker stage, once all that whimsy has redounded upon the MPDGs and the constipated would-be intellectuals who lust after them as cynicism. And don't get me started on the parallel graduation from (often over-stylized) boutique "counterculturalism" to (often over-stylized) showcase for the aspirational lifestyles of the rich and aimless, blech
pretty ecumenical, but there are a few genres I dislike almost categorically. such as: "Walmart Country"; that schlocky "Adult Contemporary" stuff they sell at Starbucks; those drone-y, scream-y things whose names read like Halloween edition MadLibs; and the flaccid, teen-depressive likes of Iron and Wine, The Postal Service, Owl City, etc. (Treacle Wave). Alan Lomax <333 Burial is terrific, as are most remixes of Aaliyah songs, either by chance or--well, maybe I just have a weakness for them; rap about being less than courteous to cops (because ACAB); my favorite rapper to survive (and not be born in) the 90s is Freddie Gibbs (Nas just hasn't been compelling since Illmatic, and Lauryn Hill is bigger than rap); the new D'Angelo is good
no hard lines here; always up for new dishes, restaurants, etc., but I generally put healthy-ish stuff in my fridge
even when the pizza's pretty bad, it's still pretty good
-music (filling up hard drives, going to shows)
-bar trivia (I have a long story about how we "won" Team Trivia nationals last year, but "didn't")
-books (in case sudden disaster leaves the world without normal bricks? always a boyscout.)
-my friends (or their paid surrogates)
-dictionaries/encyclopedias (mind the gaps)
*it'd be way cool if you knew of some good sweaty local basement punk shows, too; I dig that
You Stuff: you don’t mistake a laundry list of affectations for personality, or traffic in tumblrs broadcasting contempt for those who are disadvantaged; and, on a similar note, left-leaning and hopefully a feminist to some degree (cuz I don't fux w/ dem Ann Coulter types); thoroughly enjoy the Onion and Colbert, tip well (and don't believe the livelihood of servers and so on should depend on the personal judgment of customers), aren't a wan agoraphobe afraid of concerts and crowds, intend to ask AT LEAST one question about me on our hypothetical date, you got a big-ass bookshelf, and are genuinely interested in, y’know, using this platform to meet people and stuff;
...and while I'm sure most of you are very nice, wonderful people, if there's no there there, it's unlikely I'll respond (unless horny and looking for answers at the bottom of a bottle, and in the arms of someone who is awful, but tolerably awful)
Message Stuff: and gosh, you've got something a tad more original to say than, "hey", "how's it going?", "cram me full of dick", or "hi :)"
Be forewarned: a lot of you (somewhat surprisingly) appear only to want dudes possessing the trite trappings of Glamorous Masculinity (ie: tattoos, motorcycles, practiced aloofness), of which I am obviously in arrears. Best of luck elsewhere!
NOTE: When did going on about whiskey become such a popular affectation? You're not Johnny Cash, darlings, you're milquetoasts mistaking the garment for the (wo)man.