i am interested in buddhism, funnily enough, since that is one of the suggestions okcupid made for what to write here. meditation, gongs, incense, all that kind of stuff. i love eating and cooking. i'm a musician, and more specifically a composer of crazy-but-not-completely-crazy 'modern-classical' music, though thats a crap category. i like tea.

these are some other things i am involved with or collect or like thinking about:

opera writing, allotment mulching, magnetic cutlery, wood-burning boiler systems, telescopic walking sticks, small art-deco filing cabinets, canvas, antlers, lingams, the zen beyond zen, jung, tao, intellectual self-defence, seagull feathers, telescopic chair-legs, initiation, sneaking into clare gardens and sharing supper with swans, ecclesiastication, arson, kneading, land reclamation, colour coordinated underwear, dogs, gods, therapy, cheese-grating, morphic resonance, just sitting, permaculture, peak oil, forming collations of newspapers from june 1973, satori, cotching, anything that bears any relation to dry stone walling, anarcho-primitivism, roadkill, fin-de-siecle eroticism, any old eroticism in fact, over-priced charity shops, selective vegetarianism, split infinitives, split condoms, intestines, doggerel, elephantisis, brown envelopes with things written on the back in biro, god, buddhism, talking about ART and its irrelevancy and need for recontextualisation, ballet, nonmonogamy, collecting other peoples views on porn, atlases, BLACK RED & YELLOW, barnett newman, god, the tension between thru-composed thematic dialectism and non-developmental monumentalism, collecting anything made of fake leather, sheep-dog trials, authentic movement,

and other things what have slipped my mind like banana peels

I am zany, intellectual, and gentle.

i'm composing music for an MPhil before getting the hell out of here and going somewhere nice like new zealand to live in an anarcho-syndicalist commune.

breathing. knowing when somethings not quite right even if i'm not sure what it is. immediate identification of any musical note, key, etc, whether i want to or not.

apparently i 'hold my space well', ie i exude calm and goodness. i have a good laugh on me. slightly crazy hair.

BOOK: shakespeare, jung, ted hughes, yellow pages, anything in russian or cyryllic, zen mind beginners mind, kama sutra, dickens, ash wednesday, things i have written in multiple volumes of thoughts ideas free catharsis and just as it comes out (i waver between calling it journal or diary or something else entirely), pema chodron, peter mathiessen, andrew harvey. but actually, having read every single book there was to read as a child, i've now slowed down so much i only read a handful of books a year and tend rather towards dipping.

MOVIE: vertigo, human traffic, monty python, and obviously the harry potter films - the conjunction of high literature with great acting and phenomenal music in a nexus of quality which cannot but be a shining beacon for all artists to aspire towards.

MUSIC: bach. stravinsky, mozart, beethoven, britten, turnage, i'm still thinking about ades, brahms. etc

FOOD: well. roadkill stew; pheasant is particularly good. apart from that i'm largely vegetarian though those french sausages can tempt me, especially the ones with venison in. i would say anything off a naked body, but it would be a vast overexaggeration. mango, raspberries, green&blacks chocolate ice cream. dried fruit flambeed in pretty much anything; rum does nicely. umeboshi plums. seaweed. anything with turmeric in. any combination of fat, sugar and refined carbohydrate. garlic. whisky. spinach. ommmmlette.

breathing. people. food. planet earth. the sun. music.

art (what the fuck it is, how it comes about, how it is relevant to individuals and society, why i am doing it, etc). state of the world. what it is to be a real person. what i'm going to have for lunch. new zealand. i also spend a fair bit of time thinking about not thinking.

lucky to be alive.

mmm, thats a very difficult question. well, i'd better not put the bestiality or the nymphomania or the madness or the criminal record or the wooden leg or the eyeball that pops out or the tendency to violent crime or the predilection for chains and crossdressing or the bible-burning on here, but then what am i left with? that i once pissed into the cam? that i know what colonic hydrotherapy is? that i have been inside the botanical gardens? nah, none of them are very good either, if for different reasons. oh well.

you are an interesting person. by that i mean outside the box, or thinking outside the box, or able to see that there is a box even if you're still inside it. ideally you'd have some kind of practice, though just knowing what i'm talking about could be enough. message if you've ever wondered what the fuck you were doing here and how people could bear to get a job in the city; if you are artistic, spontaneous, unconventional, surprising, nonconformist, interesting, authentic, thinking, spontaneous, surprising, or any combination of the above. OR, if you DO have a job in the city and think i'm being closedminded about people with city jobs. go on, prove me wrong, i double quadruple dare you. with knobs on.