I graduated in May and now I am doing the whole real world thing.

I'm a goofball normally. I hate writing stuff like this because short declarative sentences are boring. Sometimes I wish I were artistic. I make up for it by having exceptional taste.

I have a really broad taste in books and movies. In terms of books I love mindfucks like Phillip K Dick's work and really dense stuff like Infinite Jest and Gravity's Rainbow. I love to ski but I only get the chance to about once a year.

shifting paradigms, embiggening the smallest man, etc.

i'm probably rocking the ipod

books: flow my tears the policeman said, a scanner darkly, sirens of titan, cat's cradle, catch 22, infinite jest, lord of light, the magus, gravity's rainbow, great gatsby

movies: i love stupid comedies. zoolander, night at the roxbury, grandma's boy, wet hot american summer. eddie murphy raw.

tv: i don't watch much tv but when i do it's typically adult swim shows (tom goes to the mayor, sealab, etc.), the now defunct arrested development, etc.

music: david bowie, roxy music, the wrens, clipse, lil wayne, bruce springsteen, japanther, holy fuck, high rise, electric wizard, t rex, dinosaur jr, boris, ghost, converge, refused, radiohead, burial, underworld, bob dylan, codeine, the cool kids, jay-z, elliott smith, wire, junior boys, barr, liars, tv on the radio, lightning bolt, andrew wk, andrew vincet, new pornographers, animal collective, arcade fire, boards of canada, sleep, boredoms

food: pasta bolognese, eggplant parm, new england clam chowder, sushi

music. books/the new yorker/economics/atlantic/etc. good food & drink. NEW THINGS TO DISCOVER. my new mac, holllla. fresh socks.

thinking about what i want to do with myself, whether i want to go the more conventional business route or whether i should throw caution into the air and open up a music venue or something.

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I hold It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul I want to leave, you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck I must move fast, you understand me I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly

Fame, Fame, fatal Fame It can play hideous tricks on the brain But still I'd rather be Famous Than righteous or holy, any day Any day, any day

But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill I want to live and I want to Love I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul Oh, I didn't realize that you wrote poetry I didn't realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask You are a flatulent pain in the ass I do not mean to be so rude Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly

Oh, give us money...

you rock hard.