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My self-summary
Just moved to Tokyo as of March 2016. Unfortunately I have to work to pay rent and do things. Fortunately I only work twenty nine point five [29.5] hours a week - hurray!

I am a truth teller and I have no need for harmony or compromise. I exist to tell the truth no matter how awkward this makes my life.

English Lit & Philosophy graduate. Finished MA in Contemporary Literature at the University of York last Autumn where I may have made a lot of good friends and was mostly bored as it didn't really stimulate my needs as a human being.

Now I'm in Tokyo where I mostly attend noise and outré gigs all over East and West Tokyo. When time permits, I read literature and drink craft beers. I also try to run several times to week to keep the metabolism on its toes - I mostly run around Hikifune, Sumida and Koto.

Fitful sleeper.

King of swords but the élan might be slipping.
What I’m doing with my life
In Tokyo now working mostly in Chiba and East Tokyo. I live in Koto city. Please ask me for more information about my neighbourhood!

Running, reading, craft beer and lots of outré/free jazz/noise gigs all over Tokyo.

Freaking people out in my building by groaning like an over-ripe Nick Nolte.
I’m really good at
at telling the truth and being difficult.
The first things people usually notice about me
How difficult I am. I'm a nightmare. I'm a truth teller, I'm not here to get along.

Anecdotal memory. I must have a strong visual memory. I can piece together most of my life through incident. I should have been a cop.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food

Currently digging a lot of William Faulkner - I appreciate uncompromising aesthetic visions and he is really ornery, uncompromising and poetic.

I seem to read a lot of American fiction. I'm trying to read more European fiction but I'm not sure if a lot isn't lost in translation. I am an aesthetic freak, and I tend to judge writers on expressive ability over content. However, I am not completely oblivious to context. Robert Coover: erotic, comic and aesthetic! Poets: James Tate. Wallace Stevens is the mountain I'll always be climbing. John Ashbery will never go astray - particularly the rather apt, 'Worsening Situation.' All men; it must mean something. Although I do like Grace Paley a lot too.

Recently read some Lydia Davis and I was baffled by the hype. Don't trust liberals and their tastes.

'The Lime Twig' by John Hawkes was the last novel which left me staggering around in a murky haze of wonderment. After that it was The Loser by Thomas Bernhard.

Post-script: Current writers - David Markson, Thomas Bernhard and William Gaddis.

Le film:

Eek, don't really watch a lot of films anymore. Last film I watched was Rosemary's Baby which was a really interesting horror movie and aside from the dumb, compromised ending which he needed to sell the film to a larger audience was really aesthetically satisfying.

Very recent: The Master by Paul Thomas Anderson is my all-time favourite.

The Duke of Burgundy, an erotic film which is intelligent and aesthetic.
Anything by Rainier Werner Fassbinder. Particularly Fox & His Friends
James Mason and Joan Bennett in a desperately poetic film noir that you know ain't gonna end well...

The long hall: In terms of films, I am a fan of the 1970s New Hollywood: Jack Nicholson between 1970 and '76; McCabe & Mrs Miller; Shampoo. Very creative period wherein the influence of a more abstract, ambiguous European arthouse seemed to inform and intoxicate an ailing Hollywood structure leading to many wonderful, aesthetically ballsy films.

That and the psychologically realist and supremely indulgent plot-free films of John Cassavetes.

The more austere Gus Van Sant stuff (Elephant). Mike Leigh for a more worthwhile take on British life. Peter Greenaway for his wit and visual acumen.

Surviving Desire - Hal Hartley
Metropolitan - Whit Stilman


I don't really bother with tv anymore - its just a longwinded distraction to keep people amused when they should be thinking about how the liberals sold us down the river. There is no escape from the neoliberal nightmare.

The Sopranos - subversive and entertaining. Peerless.
Twin Peaks; I enjoy giving confused waitresses the Dale Cooper thumbs-up.
Seinfeld, anything Larry David-related. Nihilistic honest situation comedy which turns bullshit, cliched sitcom tropes on their worn heads!
I think that about puts the lid on tv for me - I just don't have the time to waste and there are more worthy distractions!


In Tokyo, plenty of live outré/free jazz/noise madness.

Quite far ranging. Thanks to youtube I expose myself to new music everyday. I have a predilection for angular, discordant stuff (Fugazi, Slint, etc) though I could be just as happy listening to Steely Dan or Autechre. I can find value in most things musically (Country, electronic, you name it) - barring maybe the vocals on reggae songs. Sometimes I pay attention to lyrics. I like risks taken, candidness and uneven tones. I like Emily Dickinson with all her unclean marginalia and unedited self-stutterings. I appreciate that element of chaos and erasure in music.

Ah, lists. We could be here all day.
The six things I could never do without
Clean socks [lie]
My eye-glasses.
Some sort of reading material, even the side of a cereal box.
Some sort of music listening apparatus even if my mp3 player is like listening to a chorus of gnats re-arrange and perform my favourite music.
A spare shirt.
My hands. I'm like a neurotic film-maker waving them around me at all times [Now the left one is fractured in a small place]
My New Balance runners. Now Karimor. I wish they were Brooks. Sigh.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Distractions. And then grading those distractions. How much time I waste being parsimonial. Money vs time. The worthiness of anxiety. Making a solid album of abstract guitar music.
On a typical Friday night I am
Eek working late in Chiba and then getting home late to get up early to go back to Chiba early on Saturday. Horrible.
You should message me if
You probably shouldn't message me. You should probably just leave me in peace.

Because I will bury you with my truth most likely.