(on things in parenthesis)

(on music)
overproduced and overmodulated envelope filter top 40 hip-hop multi artist-featuring cacophonous brown noise, and similarly adorned heavy pot-cloud and reggae beat groundation project, anything coming out of a new dodge challenger from 4 miles away, anything you might hear as hold music, in a waiting room, elevator, or department store and especially manic meth-inspired fist-pumping club music drives me out the double doors and into oncoming traffic. *important note: music is my wife with whom i have an open relationship; she's a very refined and complicated woman who walks neither side of the tracks and she would be very upset to learn that i was leaving her for the night to go out with you and your bad taste in music. proponents of the above genres (that's gotta be at least 75% of you) should be made aware that.. ..it doesn't end here.

(on film)
throwaway south korean cop dramas, formerly: extra-domestic and antiquated film from first world nations: bergman, fellini, de sica, antonioni, kurosawa, the cohen brothers, wertmuller, park, and out of childish and fetishistic weakness, tarantino and wes anderson (although it wasn't so long ago that the son of ander had been lumped in to the more dear of the two catagories). and the rest you can facebook for yourself.

(on first-impressions and parenthesis) -which truly are worth fuckal (first-impressions that is)
::the first 4 seconds are what count::
(usually) i get some trifling aestheic observation. and (usually) i'm somehow obliged to accept the nature of people's intentions and overlook the superficiality of the exchange in order to continue to have as good a time as i'm capable of having given the circumstances. 35x in a night, and i can go home feeling as though i'm the human incarnation of temperance and restraint.
parenthesis are as they are. (useful)

(on writing)
hamsun, thoreau, milne, dostoevsky, calvin an hobbes, neitzche, bigfoot memoir, burgess. i hate f scott fitzgerald, and most of the rest of the lot of emeritus self-congratulatory gasbag prize-winners. (that includes you tolstoy) more on this story coming up alreadyready on facebook ..\

(on food)
astringently dressed, parmesean bespeckled, bitter leaf infused salad, an al-dente starch, a conservatively-spiced and saturated fat-laden protein with lemon. every day. ranch 99, trader joe's,. *important note: music is my wife with whom i have an open relationship; she's a very refined and complicated woman who walks neither side of the tracks and she would be very upset to learn that i was leaving her for the night to go out with you and your bad taste in music.

(on me)
i usually prefer the company of upper middle-aged adults, light-bearing children, or no one at all to boisterous beehive crowds of intoxicated people in their 20s.