Clearly I am only doing the most essential things.

Simple addition, subtraction, and some multiplication.

You can see straight through me.

Books: Theodore Roethke. Sylvia Plath. The Great Gatsby. Les Fleurs du Mal. William Burroughs. Julian Jaynes. Hundred Years of Solitude. The Sound and the Fury. Marvel Comics. Critique of Pure Reason.

Movies: Badlands. Anything by Kenneth Anger or Stan Brakhage. The Passion of Joan of Arc. Batman. Shoot the Piano Player. Amadeus.

Shows: Mad Men. Kids in the Hall. Cosmos. Lost.

Music: Shabazz Palaces. Bright Eyes. The Miracles. Can. My Bloody Valentine. Van Morrison.

Food: Teriyaki and ...yawn. Where was I?

Drills, mirrors, amulets, scissors, toy guns, text.

Oh, you know. Things.

Looking my Friday night back in the eye and not moving.

I have seventeen vertebrae.

You like hipsters, pop culture, technology, but are still radical about the right things. You have some free time and are interested in a little strangeness.