I'm an ESTP apparently, which means I share personalities with Malcolm X, Hemingway, Alexander the Great and.. err.. the Marquis de Sade. But really I'm just a big cat in a suit.

All I want from life is universal approval and a giant swimming pool in the shape of a dollar sign. I'll probably achieve this by writing a terrible book.

I work in an art school where I once saw someone walking around topless. No one batted an eyelid. I also do some things for no money, like being the assistant editor of www.workinprowess.com, and working on stuff like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfjlQP7uIgQ

Spinning yarns, audacious plans, being funny when hungover, knowing what you should be listening to right now, earning the approval of dogs and/or parents, looking better in person than I do in my pictures, dammit.

Giant wings, like an angel but also like a demon.

Books - Roberto Bolano, William Burroughs, Ernest Hemingway, Philip Roth, Patrick Hamilton, F Scott Fitzgerald, Albert Camus, Bret Easton Ellis, Thomas Pynchon, William Blake, Haruki Murakami, Paul Auster, B.S. Johnson, Henry Miller, Jez Butterworth, Andrey Kurkov, Aravind Adiga. I'm nowhere near as well read as I should be.

Movies - Kubrick, Paul Thomas Anderson, Haneke, Chan Wook Park, Tarkovsky, these would all be names to drop.

Shows - HBO dramas, semi-serious comedies made by people with personality disorders, high quality genre trash, Adult Swim and their ilk.

Music - This is the greatest piece of recorded music in existence. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvzNeh4Mq1o

Favourite bands are Neutral Milk Hotel, My Bloody Valentine, Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds and Boredoms, and I spend way too much time defending rap to assholes outside bars. Kanye is not "the worst," yiesh..

As opposed to listing all the rest, here's a weird mix that This Is My Jam made of some of the stuff I've been listening to this year, condensed into five minutes: http://2012.jamodyssey.com/DuncanVB

Food - Mediterranean, Thai, Japanese, Turkish. Variations on those themes.

All the books I read and the ones I pretend that I've read.
The unholy amount of music I consume.
My own space.
Large groups of people I like in once place.
Long chats in the drunken Goldilocks zone.
On reflection, I wasn't overly enamored by that week when I didn't have a duvet.

Krumping, twerking, Memphis jookin' and my place in all of this.

Turning wine into water.

There's not a lot I won't tell people if they ask.

Any of the above made you feel feelings. Any feelings, even rage or something.

Maybe not ennui.