Blake Van Noy

Play Mountain Place (PMP), SMASH, Santa Monica High School (SAMOHI), SMC, Amherst College

Amherst College, Attended 1999 - 2004, Class of 2004, Bachelor's Degree, Philosophy

Unemployed Buffoon

Church of Chillness, The Excellent Party

Music, movies, the simpsons, martial arts, surfing, philosophy, super smash brothers (BITCH!), assorted geeky shite, amassing vast quantities of dvds and mp3s, shamelessly indulging my sweet tooth, red red vino, chillness in all its forms

hermann hesse, joseph heller, fyodor dostoevsky, nietzsche, nagarjuna, noam chomsky, samuel taylor coleridge, william shakespeare, douglas adams, kurt vonnegut, bill waterson, hp lovecraft, daniel pinkwater, selections from the global canon of philosophy

fight club, army of darkness, shawshank redemption, the professional, nightmare before christmas, the good the bad and the ugly, anything by: Quentin Tarantino, Stanley Kubrick, Kevin Smith, Wes Anderson, Coen brothers, Hayao Miyazaki, Akira Kurosawa

beethoven, sublime, mozart, rageA.T.M, simon & garfunkel, del tha funky homosapien, beck, blackalicious, common, jurassic 5, wu-tang clan, talib kweli, outkast, nirvana, weird al yankovic, violent femmes, weezer, rolling stones, tribe called quest, eminem

THE SIMPSONS, futurama, family guy, southpark, Dave Chappelle show, Adult Swim, G.I. Joe PSAs: knowing is half the battle...

Leo

My identity is more or (hopefully) less an amalgamation of various elements ripped off from movies, songs, tv shows, books, friends, family, and associates which have been haphazardly integrated into a personality of sorts. If you are curious about from whence i draw the raw material for this process of assimilation, this webpage is happily a powerful resource for the acquisition of information about music, movies, tv shows, books, and people that are significant to me. One might say that taste exists not exclusively in food, nor in the person tasting, but in the relationship between the two (Descartes and The Matrix notwithstanding). Similarly, my identity seems to exist primarily as a function of an intricate network of causal relationships between "me" and various external objects and people. Luckily, since by this logic there is nothing innate about me that marks my identity as my own, i stand invulnerable to moral judgment. Judge not, lest ye be judged. I suppose i experience daily what Milan Kundera called, The Unbearable Lightness of Being. So anyhoo, that's me...oh, and i'm well aware that this pompous, pseudo-intellectual load of codswallop begs many-a-question, and i encourage any interested parties to wrap all said questions up in a lotus leaf, stick it in a pipe, and smoke it. Bullshite. That's the result when you prompt a sarcastic, bag-of-wind philosophy major who likes to blow smoke up people's arses to describe himself. Oops, i've said too much.

old school players to new school fools