Who are you?
What is your tie to h2so4?
Short, belated musings of places and things I cannot afford. Tax deduction theater.
What is funny?
To quote Mel Brooks -- you falling in a man-hole.
What is not funny?
To quote Mel Brooks -- me getting a paper cut. Also, Mel Brooks.
What book should I read?
Arrowsmith seemed fun.
Why do you (on occasion) work for no money?
The desperate, grasping hope of salaried employment through literary service. I may have been misinformed.
What is your favorite movie? Or would you prefer to call it a "film"?
Philadelphia Story for the movie. Kodak for the film.
Your favorite quote from Evany Thomas:
Oh, no, we could barely hear you.
Your favorite quote from elsewhere:
Anonymous teenager, likely friend of a fellow telemarketer's son, at a party, years ago, before he began to drool on himself: i've got a kind of motto. life is like a box of ass.
What piece of writing has most influenced your life?
Sadly, and without irony, the Christopher Hunt column in Movieline magazine from 1989-92.
What person has most changed your life ("famous" or non-)?
Mom, Michael Jordan. Mom, Michael Jordan. That's a pick 'em.
So tell me, what would a person be surprised to find out about you?
That I write for h2so4.
What band would you have play at your next party (yes, historically open)?
A Keith Moon, Keith Richards, Sid Vicious, Shane MacGowan supergroup and play is a relative term.
Does not the war perpetuate that which it is called to make disappear, and consecrate war and its virile virtues in good conscience?
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.
To what are you addicted? What is addiction?
I'd like to amend the favorite quote -- "I feel sorry for men who don't drink, because, when they get out of bed in the morning, that's the best they feel all day." fas
Do you, too, love Abraham Lincoln? Why? Why not?
The beard does grow tiresome, yes?
How does the cameraman compare with the painter?
The cameraman is more striking, with delicate lovely features and a prominent chin.
Authentic being-one's-self takes the definite form of an existentiell modification of the "they"; and this modification must be defined existentially. What does this modification imply, and what are the ontological conditions for its possibility?
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro ...
Is everything popular a debasement of what it would otherwise be? are we really looking for a salvation or meaning that only a few can access, with difficulty?
We search to justify our devotions; tastes are malleable and grand distinctions of truth and beauty ever a fool's gambit. We search for Dawson's Creek.
Anything you would like to add?
I was quite serious about that money part.