Music
air
, andrea true connection
, april march
, black sabbath
, blue oyster cult
, boards of canada
, bowie
, camel
, charlotte gainsbourg
, debussy
, deodato
, dvorak
, dylan
, E.L.O.
, france joli
, gary numan
, interpol
, joanna newsom
, kate bush
, ladytron
, M83
, madleen kane
, mono
, mum
, new pornographers
, O.M.D.
, olivia newton-john
, P.F.M.
, peter thomas
, polyphonic spree
, royksopp
, shadowfax
, sibelius
, tangerine dream
, the doors
, the free design
, the gathering
, ulrich schnauss
, utopia
, rush
, we five
, yanni
, yes
, zero 7
I've been a writing nerd since 7th grade when I discovered the awesome godlike power of the pen coupled with the blank page. I like to write all kinds of stuff, from fairly straightforward storifying to free-wheeling prosetry to hallucinatory assemblage of fragments. That's wordlings. I call them wordlings because they're like little organisms I encounter while in the flow, and because of something William S. Burroughs said in My Education about a meaning-sensitive observer, and those idea larvae desperate to exist by being observed.
I live a fairly homey life with my cats and my books and my internets. Like Barton Fink, I pretty much live a life of the mind.