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My self-summary
I dunno my life is pretty normal. I start each day with a bit of Savage Dancing. One must liberate the feral truth hidden in the tissues, as any sensible person knows. What does the animal want? I ask and try to listen. The questions at the top of every day, "What does the animal want?" "Do I have the heart to reach all the way into myself, take hold, and turn myself inside out?" "Where is the string that once pulled will loose all that is terrible and wonderful in me?" "Do I dare?" and "Do I dare?" I spend my days capacitating a stampede, either trampled underfoot or leading the horde. Dangerous very dangerous business, you see. The evenings I spend reading and catching up on my correspondence. Then I disrobe against the moonlight, pull the curtains to the sill, a bit of laughter in the dark and off to sleep.
What I’m doing with my life
Slowly, inexorably killing my poor mother with worry.
The first things people usually notice about me
Probably gay; thunder thighs; "You seem like a hurricane" -- a very perceptive stranger
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Nietzsche, Pynchon, Rilke

Presently reading: The Selfishness of Others by Kristen Dombek, Leaving the Atocha Station by Ben Lerner

Sigur Ros, Radiohead, Smashing Pumpkins, mewithoutYou, Bright Eyes, Parenthetical Girls, the Dead Science, Fuck Buttons, the Wrens, Joanna Newsom, the Irrepressibles, the Hotelier

The Grand Budapest Hotel, The Cruise, Frances Ha, citizenfour

Comedy: Dylan Moran, Reggie Watts, Russell Brand, Louis CK, Jenny Slate, Maria Bamford, Richard Ayoade, David Mitchell, Stephen Fry, John Mulaney, Jo Firestone, The Thick of It, Arrested Development, Party Down, any British panel show, this:

Oh sorbets, sweetmeats, avocados... what does it matter?
You're kind of a foodie, you say? That's fascinating, fuck off and die.
Six things I could never do without
Recursion/inexhaustibility, Sigur Ros/ Jonsi, Speech, Wonder, Voluptas, Illuminations
I spend a lot of time thinking about
(when I'm being good) meaning, purpose, well-being, psyche, consciousness (its nature/structure/texture), phrases that sound nice

(when I'm being bad or not being much of anything at all) centrifuged bits of media I've consumed, tasks, irritations, arithmetical patterns, self-glorifying fantasies (oops), what is wrong with me, what is wrong with me.
On a typical Friday night I am
deep in my hermitage, trying to bring the world to a solution.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I really like Times Square.

I rarely notice the bass part of the music I listen to. Times I fear that there is a stratum of collective awareness that falls outside my range of attention, that there is a basso continuo that I am deaf to. That there might be a bass tone keeping the world of men in rhythm with one another, and perhaps the pervasive sense of alienation from and misunderstanding with others derives from this, that I just never heard the bass tone.
You should message me if
... your dissonance is emancipated, your solitude disperses crowds, you are of a certain Spiritual Intensity, you are inventive, existentially adventurous, awake down to your inmost wiring, and you would like to meet me en gallop. And we will be two wild horses bounding through the wilderness of Being. WOW!
The two of us