No, I'm serious. If you just wanted to say 'Hi', or ask me how I am - I've answered your question here, and I will hence not answer your message.
By today’s standards, I’m either tragically boring or a senseless rebel.
I am not a part of the ludicrous tampon-hurling circus of modern-day feminism.
I eat dead animals.
I have not succumbed yet to the promised bliss of censorship, and do not partake in the culture of extreme political correctness. When I watch people dance and pussyfoot around each other, lest someone somewhere get offended, their hypocritical spectacles of politeness seem both undignified and clumsy.
I’m not an activist, nor an anarchist. I’m not poly-anything. I’m not bi-anything. I don’t even put rainbows and French flags all over my facebook images.
But I do learn as much as I can about as much as I can. There are a couple of countries under the belt, where I’ve lived, and a whole portfolio of job descriptions that have paid my bills to date. A few of them were or are: backend web developer, professional greco-roman wrestler and instructor, dancer, translator/interpreter, maths teacher, graphic artist and designer.
For the time being, I’m happy with the ‘graphic’ prefix, and most of my work converges on that sector.
I try to stick to freelance, partially to keep what I do consistently varied, but mostly because I prefer to act under my own authority, as master of my own time and owner of my own shortcomings and achievements.
I am one of those, for whom the line has grown quite blurry, lately, between what they do to feed the body, and what they do in their spare time, to feed the soul. This is a nice form of freedom.
Improvising, finding non-physical solutions.
While I believe that restricting oneself to one or two music genres is bordering on retarded, if you regularly listen to Triple J, it's never going to work out between us, I'm sorry.
A medley of bands I enjoy come from across the expanses of time and features a whole plethora of 'species':
Walrus, Sacred Steel, Omen, Ufomammut, Electric Moon, Radio Birdman, Dead Kennedys, Cosmic Psychos, Primordial, Tool, Black Lips, Scream'n' Jay Hawkins, Razor, Deep Purple, Juno Reactor, J.S. Bach, KAT, Captain Beefheart, 13th Floor Elevators, Rocky Erickson, Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell, Gogol Bordello, Iron Maiden, Alchemist (early), Nigel Kennedy, some Amon Tobin (the more morbid bits), Testament, Sodom, Carcass, Midnight, Absolum, Penta, Black Sabbath, Pentagram, Muse, QOTSA and Kyuss, Stooges, Grails, Manilla Road, Voivod, Kino, Nautiuls Pompilius, Carcass, Annihilator (early!), Razor, Beirut, Glen Porter, Cosmos Sound Club, Black Lips, Megadeth, Aesop Rock, Beirut, KOT, LowKi, O Paradis, Auktyon, Manfred Mann, Jethro Tull, Norreport, (some) Portishead, The Jesus Lizard, Woven Hand, 16 Horsepower the list goes on...
Cinematographic indulgences off the top of my head, and in no particular order:
Utopia (2013, UK) - In fact, that a series like Utopia got cancelled after two seasons has made me lose hope in mankind altogether.
Withnail And I
This Is England
Dogs in Space
Brave Little Toaster (sent to me by the same magical tree)
Everything is Illuminated
Dog Day Afternoon
Hedwig And The Angry Inch
Brave Little Toaster
most of Tarkovsky
many Russian movies you would probably not know...
I would have preferred to put my list of books first in this section, but most of you won't even be interested, so I had to compromise.
"The Unbearable Lightness of Being" - Milan Kundera (sent to me by six magical fortuities, including the face of a magical tree.)
"The Neverending Story" - Michael Ende. (the book, not the movie - the movie is great, but for kids. The book is for adults who are willing to face their dark sides and... well... work them out.)
"Beer In The Snooker Club" - Waguih Ghali - This is a gem that I found - # a beautifully sarcastic, bitter comedy; a well-written post-colonial book by an Egyptian writer - a one-time wonder - he committed suicide, before gracing our world with any more of his thoughts, but WHAT a wonder!
It's like a slow, sardonic, incredibly funny degustation platter of everything the mid-twentieth century had to offer to someone who strives for freedom from generational and cultural baggage, freedom from what is false, from what is pretentious... It's incredibly subtle, incredibly funny, and laughingly bitter - to the point of deep sadness through tears of laughter:
"Man's Search for Meaning" - Viktor Frankl.
Written by a jewish psychiatrist, who had survived a concentration camp, yet somehow had the grace and professionalism to keep all his observations unbiased. Not much more needs to be said.
"Everything Is Illuminated" = Jonathan Safran Foer. This is definitely a premium book. Although it's really hard for me to imagine how it reads to a non-russian (like 'Clockwork Orange' - cudos to any non-russian-speaking human who has read and absorbed this book!)
This book is so profoundly 'bilingual' - both in its brilliant use of language as well as the humour, style, the juxtapositions of western and eastern-european logic. (Clearly, I am using 'bilingual' in a deeper sense than just the ability to speak and understand two languages: bi-lingual in the emotional sense to the same measure.)
Richard Brautigan - anything at all by Richard Brautigan, because he is a true poet, no matter how messed-up.
"The Little Prince" - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
As much as this offends fans, causing them to foam at the mouth, I do find 'Star Wars', 'Twin Peaks' and Murakami - only 'not bad'.
But on a more sinister level, just like you, I too, reside inside an organic shell.
The self-pitying, whimsical pansies wallowed. The wall of their organic shells hung wet off the ceiling, hugging coat hangers, their sorrowed insides - hollow.
So yeah, basically, don't write to me if you are one of those.
Also, if thought any part of Brexit was a good idea, and if you wanted Britain to leave, then please don't write to me.