Friends

Dec 2004

Philadelphia

cello

http://profiles.friendster.com/14699611

Juilliard School, USC. just Council ROCK H.S. (not north back in '97!)

musician & nomad

Cheetah club; iPalpiti; Communist party for about a week - don't ask; Michele Ashley, my cellomaker; Red Lion & Monk's; PHILLY!

Film)!!; dystopian literature; new music; cycling; fast cars & manual transmissions; gmail; John Daniels + a pint, or Shlivovitz

Whatever keeps me turning pgs., plus We (Zamiatin); Prisoner w/o a Name, Cell w/o a Number; Dorian Gray; Ayn Rand; Sinclair Lewis; Yeats; Zarathustra; Mein Kampf (seriously - worth reading); Neruda; Candide in French; Silas Marner; Joyce; Robert Frost; Daniel Quinn, Calvino

Baraka. Sexopudorylagrimas, Citizen Kane, Metropolis (1927), '50s-'60s Hitchcock, Dr. Caligari, Nosferatu, Kwaidan (like Japanese watercolor), Pi, Almodovar, Ferris, Shawshank, American Psycho, Christmas Story, Kurosawa, esp. Madadayo, Francois Ozon, Miike, Figgis, von Trier, Audrey Tautou in general, Festen, Les Amants du Pont-Neuf, Les Invasions Barbares, Once Were Warriors, Lola Rennt, Casablanca, Dark City, Swingers - finally saw the light

Savion's dancing feet!, BEP, Beck, Musafir (north Indian), Nirvana; Afro-Cuban, Andy McCloud, Monk, Coleman, Grapelli, Martin Hayes, Phish, CSNY, El Manjar de los Dioses, Gipsy Kings, Mana, Violent Femmes, Orchestra Baobab (Senegal), old Curtis Quartet, Berio, Boulez, Carter, Janacek, Lachenmann, Schulhoff, Taneyev op. 1, Britten, Duparc, Franco Corelli and always opera - Onegin and Don G, tho Tosca is queen:)

Scorpio

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth; then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same, and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

The people who broke into my car and stole my green suede shoes (among other things! :), bartender from P1, Eisenhower, my new hero, the usual historical suspects - Plato, el Che, Dalai Lama, Jefferson, Franklin, etc. I saw Lance ride in on the Champs-Elysees last July, close enough for me. My great-grandfather who died when I was 8 at the age of 103, still writing poetry (in English, after escaping Russia as a child) and my buddy Aunt Jean:) Still all of you guys - one day I'll have a huge beach party in Culebra, PR and get everyone together for one last bash before we cash out.