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jan svankmajer: stop motion genius, who has created some of the most disturbing shots of food ever. his most recent film, Otasanek, actually has dialogue and a linear plot. The Death of Stalinism in Bohemia is one of my favorites.
jones soda: these fine folk make a delightful crushed melon soda. I like the random photos on the bottles.
josef skvorecky: an author whose novels capture what it is to be human in the most insane of centuries. The Miracle Game has one paticular scene, during the invasion of '68, that always reduces me to tears.
journalism: my first genuine passion, the first time I felt like I could actually write, happened in journalism class. it was an accident too, since I was only taking that course to avoid computer science. I never thanked you enough, Doc, for all the things you taught me.
keith livers: eccentric, funny, slightly bizarre Russian professor with a good cd collection. he eventually forgave me for punching him in the stomach.
kites: I want a kite. there is a kite festival every spring in Austin, and I remember going with my father many years ago.
lain: curious anime series, more conspiracies than the X-Files. something I really need to watch again.
languages: not much good at them, probably because I am not a grammar fiend, but I like learning them anyways.
letters: handwritten letters are under-rated. I still have one from my grandfather. I wish I wrote more of them myself.
libraries: what is there not to love about enormous buildings full of books? well, perhaps the frat boys who go there for quick sex, and the creepy folk who like to harrass the staff. but aside from that, libraries are nice places. I want to have my own one day, right next to the bathroom, so I can walk from shelves to tub with a minimum of dripping.
long showers: I could spend most of the day getting in and out of the shower.
lovecraft: the man who game me more impossible adjectives than any thesaurus. the first time I read him, I had unbearable nightmares for three straight days. of course, discovering cthulhu porn didn't help either. but really some of my favorite horror fiction, for sheer weirdness.
ludvik vaculik: not for the faint of heart, The Guinea Pigs is one of those incredible novels to come out from under the shadow of Communist censorship. the things done to the guinea pigs, however, are a bit gruesome.
mah-johngg: highly addictive game, with great potential for shouting, cursing, tile swiping, and other assorted mayhem. the best part was Jim shouting "In China, you'd get shot for doing that!"
metro: the coffee shop I have spent countless hours and dollars in over the years, my second home in austin. I have been there with every person I have ever dated, have stayed in there for more than twelve hours at a stretch, learned to smoke in there, played mah-johngg, cards and Risk, witnessed break ups and first dates, been madly in love with girls working behind the bar, lied about my identity, made fun of the younger kids, and watched the crowd change in there for close to a decade now. I love Metro. And right now, I am going to marry Kim, my red-haired, Metro coffee girl love.
milan kundera: my Czech teacher this summer insisted on calling Kundera a French author, much to the consternation of the French kids in the class. The Joke is a good place to start.
mint mochas: another happy coffee thing, especially in the winter time. or, as wintery as it gets in Texas.
mix cds: collections of songs, planned or unplanned, are a good thing. indeed. I have one specifically for happy driving moments.
moscow mules: vodka, ginger ale, lime juice and ice cubes. what could be more fun than that?
mulder and scully: it is really a shame that the X-Files went out with a whimper instead of a bang. Mulder and Scully were a bit part of my teenage years, with their unbearable tension and strange days.
my dying bride: I remember listening to them once in high school, at someone's house. rediscovered last year, thanks to Gene. now some of my favorite not-a-good-mood music.
jones soda: these fine folk make a delightful crushed melon soda. I like the random photos on the bottles.
josef skvorecky: an author whose novels capture what it is to be human in the most insane of centuries. The Miracle Game has one paticular scene, during the invasion of '68, that always reduces me to tears.
journalism: my first genuine passion, the first time I felt like I could actually write, happened in journalism class. it was an accident too, since I was only taking that course to avoid computer science. I never thanked you enough, Doc, for all the things you taught me.
keith livers: eccentric, funny, slightly bizarre Russian professor with a good cd collection. he eventually forgave me for punching him in the stomach.
kites: I want a kite. there is a kite festival every spring in Austin, and I remember going with my father many years ago.
lain: curious anime series, more conspiracies than the X-Files. something I really need to watch again.
languages: not much good at them, probably because I am not a grammar fiend, but I like learning them anyways.
letters: handwritten letters are under-rated. I still have one from my grandfather. I wish I wrote more of them myself.
libraries: what is there not to love about enormous buildings full of books? well, perhaps the frat boys who go there for quick sex, and the creepy folk who like to harrass the staff. but aside from that, libraries are nice places. I want to have my own one day, right next to the bathroom, so I can walk from shelves to tub with a minimum of dripping.
long showers: I could spend most of the day getting in and out of the shower.
lovecraft: the man who game me more impossible adjectives than any thesaurus. the first time I read him, I had unbearable nightmares for three straight days. of course, discovering cthulhu porn didn't help either. but really some of my favorite horror fiction, for sheer weirdness.
ludvik vaculik: not for the faint of heart, The Guinea Pigs is one of those incredible novels to come out from under the shadow of Communist censorship. the things done to the guinea pigs, however, are a bit gruesome.
mah-johngg: highly addictive game, with great potential for shouting, cursing, tile swiping, and other assorted mayhem. the best part was Jim shouting "In China, you'd get shot for doing that!"
metro: the coffee shop I have spent countless hours and dollars in over the years, my second home in austin. I have been there with every person I have ever dated, have stayed in there for more than twelve hours at a stretch, learned to smoke in there, played mah-johngg, cards and Risk, witnessed break ups and first dates, been madly in love with girls working behind the bar, lied about my identity, made fun of the younger kids, and watched the crowd change in there for close to a decade now. I love Metro. And right now, I am going to marry Kim, my red-haired, Metro coffee girl love.
milan kundera: my Czech teacher this summer insisted on calling Kundera a French author, much to the consternation of the French kids in the class. The Joke is a good place to start.
mint mochas: another happy coffee thing, especially in the winter time. or, as wintery as it gets in Texas.
mix cds: collections of songs, planned or unplanned, are a good thing. indeed. I have one specifically for happy driving moments.
moscow mules: vodka, ginger ale, lime juice and ice cubes. what could be more fun than that?
mulder and scully: it is really a shame that the X-Files went out with a whimper instead of a bang. Mulder and Scully were a bit part of my teenage years, with their unbearable tension and strange days.
my dying bride: I remember listening to them once in high school, at someone's house. rediscovered last year, thanks to Gene. now some of my favorite not-a-good-mood music.