I'm certain they're sold by sales pitch but at times they purchase more.
Culture is the commodification of experience. Art is a subset. Don't package your expression into a frame or meme or cooking technique. Let your entire fucking life be the spokesman. No moderator needed. No semiotic shorthand to rope off certain parts.
That is all.
Well let's see. I'm counterculture stereotype enough to shun labels, self-obsessed enough to overlook the contradiction, and absurdist enough to relish the meta-irony. I'm also very inconsistent--consistently so.
I'm also neither Marxist nor Utopian. So my socialism doesn't neatly fold into any of the prevailing varieties. That said, I hold many affiliated political economists in high esteem. Althusser. Marcuse. Rorty. So, I suppose I'm philosophically promiscuous with a general propensity toward left-syndicalism.
I've probably met you before. I wouldn't describe myself as personable, but the threat of honest introspection drives me to excessive interaction. It's a good diversion.
I like urban exploring. A lot. Also good: ska. I try to reserve at least one day a week to dress two-tone.
I spent part of my childhood in Southampton, UK. I attended a grammar school. So, I will both spell and pronounce things unintelligibly. Apologies in advance.
I am literate, mischievous, and aware.
Sometimes my ego boundary melts into a puddle of pure awesome.
I attend Quaker meetings sometimes. I don't believe in God; I'm totally down with hippies and hacky sack. They've also taught me I shouldn't live by a creed, but keep a non-credal statement of principles nearby just in case.
I am a very high ranking bureaucrat. Not high enough to have a red phone. Just enough to be "essential" during snow days.
No. I'm actually just like you--just nearsighted. I don't really plot things out. I'm horribly unorganised. The last time I spent freetime on something fruitful was never. I squander my spare moments on useless obsessions like music and film. Though, on the upside, I can totally shred on guitar. Bass too. And drums. Well, I one doesn't "shred" on drums--but I can do the equivalent.
Bar trivia: pretty good at that. And having High Fidelity moments in record stores. Yeah, I can hold my own there.
Musical likes: DeVotchKa, Malajube, Rasputina, Pas Chic Chic, Metric, Devics, Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire, The Good, the Bad, and the Queen, Zero 7, Tom Waits, Miho Hatori, CocoRosie, Pink Martini, The Divine Comedy, Yoav, Portishead, Cursive, Starlight Mints, The American Analogue Set, Glös, Of Montreal, Damien Robitaille, Air, Xavier Caféine, Robbers on High Street, Pilfers, Radiohead, Mr. Bungle, Muse, The Apples in Stereo ("Her Wallpaper" era), Frou Frou, Frederick Moore, Calogero, The Robot Ate Me, Flёur, Bjork, Poni Hoax, Komeda, The Violettes, Carla Bozulich, Alec K Redfearn & The Eyesores, Jean-François Lessard, The Dandy Warhols, Modest Mouse.
As far as cinema goes, I've recently taken to German film: Das Leben der Anderen (The Lives of Others), Good Bye, Lenin!, and Die fetten Jahre sind vorbei (The Edukators). Also a fan of: Snatch, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Savages, American Beauty, Persepolis, Munich, Brazil, Being John Malkovich, Valse avec Bachir (Waltz with Bashir), The Shawshank Redemption, Roman de Gare, and Synecdoche New York.
-People who find me tolerable, for they are few.
-This American Life
If you don't understand absurdism, you need a bigger pee pee.
Some names I'm okay with. Among those I'm not: Skyler, Caden, Braden, or Aiden. Skyler …Who the hell even thought that one up? You know who I'll never hear about? Skyler: US President. You know why? Because the Skyler candidacy would get bogged down in a t-ball quagmire.
What would your Secret Service codename be? Mine would be Stingray.
Minimal talent needed. Honest.
If you replace them with expression, with vehemence, with ebullience.