lfm
My blogs
| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Education |
| Occupation | writer, teacher, rapper, etc. |
| Location | chicago, il., United States |
| Links | Audio Clip |
| Introduction | it's okay to eat women 'cause they don't have any feelings. |
| Interests | governing dynamics, the number two, alone time, free stuff, sarcasm, failed attempts at altruism, lost, badminton, basketball, apple jacks, chipotle, sushi, endearing imperfections, making fun of third eye rap, constructive criticism, the word persnickety, facebook, nostalgia, hopeful cynicism, being the center of attention when it's convenient (also known as performing). |
| Favorite movies | before sunset, before sunrise, waking the dead, roger dodger, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, the singing detective (2003), high fidelity, paris je t'aime, pan's labyrinth, don't tell mom the babysitter's dead, say anything, pretty ink pink, sixteen candles, the breakfast club, legend, the neverending story, in the mood for love, the princess bride, chasing amy, lost boys, three o'clock high, don't tempt me, the baxter. |
| Favorite music | tomorrow kings, skech185, jyroscope, malakh el, il. subliminal, gilead7, aesop rock, atmosphere, bike for three!, tv on the radio, radiohead, portishead, joëlle p. m. lê, qwel, buck 65, bob dylan, el-p, the cure, beth gibbons, themselves, blockhead, johnny cash, sigur ros, despot, sole and the skyrider band, the secondhand outfit, daniel johnston, gorillaz, sunny day real estate, jon brion, cat power, lil' wayne, will oldham, death cab for cutie, the game, esthero, feist, dessa, tricky, cam'ron, rjd2 (circa the third hand), massive attack, sneaker pimps, dose one, mr. lif, cannibal ox, eyede and abilities, typical cats, bjork, lodeck, aby wolf, the mountain goats, meaty ogre, nirvana, yeah yeah yeahs, the controls, wax tailor, joanna newsom, illogic, blueprint, jay-z, doom, brother ali, pj harvey, , micachu, b. dolan, analog(ue) tape dispenser, the paxtons, amanda palmer, jenny owen youngs, dark time sunshine |
| Favorite books | he recalled the noisy music at dinner and said to himself, "noise has one advantage. it drowns out words." and suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but talk, write, lecture, concoct sentences, search for formulations and amend them, so in the end no words were precise, their meanings were obliterated, their content lost, they turned into trash, chaff, dust, sand; prowling through his brain, tearing at his head, they were his insomnia, his illness. and what he yearned for at that moment, vaguely but with all his might, was unbounded music, absolute sound, a pleasant and happy all-encompassing, over-powering, window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all, the pain, the futility, the vanity of words. music was the negation of all sentences, music was the anti-word! he yearned for one long embrace with sabina, yearned never to say another sentence, another word, to let his orgasm fuse with the orgiastic thunder of music. and lulled by that blissful imaginary uproar, he fell asleep. |