Jeff

No

Writing, reading, radical leftism, the fifth column, your mom, your mom's house, parasites, millitant omnicide avoidance, The Sacramento Kings!, space travel, The Spanish Civil War, the French and Russian revolutions, pot, legos, your little sister

The Cold Six-Thousand, Homage to Catalonia, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Catch-22, Confederacy of Dunces, Childhood's End, Che Guevara's On Guerrilla Warfare, American Tabloid, The Myth of Sisyphus, Ender's Game, Wicked, To Reign in Hell

Brasil, Apocalypse Now, Fail-Safe, Dr. Strangelove, Goodfellas, 7 Faces of Dr. Lao, Evil Dead 2, Memento, Fight Club, Amores Perros, I Married a Strange Person, The Big Lebowski, They Shoot Horses Don't They?, Papillion, Dog Day Afternoon, Pi, Das Boot

Beatles, Stones, Hendrix, Dylan, and anything else along those lines, Nirvana and Tupac (alas the duet that can never be), Beck, The Pixies, Radiohead (some of it), and an eclectic mix of music ranging from Yo-Yo Ma to the Ramones to Alphaville

The Simpsons, The Daily Show, Samuri Jack, The Powerpuff Girls, Home Movies, MST3K (way back when), The Iron Chef, most anything on HBO, and any show so bad that I'm impelled to turn of the TV and enjoy some fucking silence for a change

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the true Son of Man.
I am the sum of my contradictions, and nothing more.
I am the snail crawling along the edge of a straight razor
and surviving.
I am lost in the whirlwind.
I am nintey-six.
I am Bonney and Clyde.
I am Jeff.
I am pleased to meet you.

Now why the hell would I want to do that? If I could
describe who I wanted to meet, then one of two things would
happen. I would either create an idealized image and force
all those I meet into this mold if they even
superficially meet my any of my expectations, blinded to
their true selves by the fantasy I created, all the while
an unconscious resentment builds as their human foibles
gradually emerge, or I would immediately rule out a
perfectly wonderful person just because she didn't score
perfect 10s in all applicable categories, when I know full
well that perfect scores are an impossibility and are, in
fact, inhuman. Either way, I'm setting my self up for some
opponent process hell. I don't need that. You don't need
that. Let's just leave well-enough alone.