Rowan Lipkovits

Kitsilano Secondary, Attended 1992 - 1997, Class of 1997

Kitsilano Secondary (Grad '97), Capilano College, Langara College

student / visionary / poet / bum

Mistigris, ACiD, the Living Closet, the Butchershop Floor Gallery

Dada, snail mail art, postcardX, everything2, anarchism, postmodernism, interactive fiction, comix, critical mass, intentional community, metaphysics, ansi art, cacophony, emulation, reclaim the streets, situationism, detournement, Dzama, accordion, EPYC

Maakies, If On A Winter's Night A Traveler, Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, Alligator Pie, Journal of Albion Moonlight, l'Etranger, In Watermelon Sugar, Perfume, Odyssey, Acme Novelty Library, Neverending Story, Master and Margarita, Policeman's Beard ...

the Saragossa Manuscript, Babe: Pig in the City, Koyaanisqatsi, the Pillow Book, Can Dialectics Break Bricks?, They Live, Falling Down, Bulworth, Bent, Being John Malkovich, Happiness, the Iron Giant, City of Lost Children, Zardoz, Decameron, eXistenZ

Frank Zappa, Django Reinhardt, Spike Jones, Kid Koala, Fantastic Plastic Machine, Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, Talking Heads, Moog Cookbook, EBN, John Zorn, Matmos, Peaches, Melt-Banana, u-Ziq, Raymond Scott, Philip Glass, Veda Hille, Peter Gabriel

n/a

i am over six feet and go everywhere
i don't get e.nough
I am a nice, warm, congenial sort of person, and if you saw me walking in the street you would probably want to take me home with you in a cage where you could keep me safe and sound from the dangers of the modern world and cuddle with me at will.
I find letters from God dropt in the street
I am an intelligent, unsociable but adaptable person. I would like to dispel any untrue rumors about me. I am not edible. I cannot fly. I cannot use telekinesis. My brain is not large enough to destroy the entire world when unfolded. I did not teach my long-haired guinea pig Chronos to eat everything in sight (that is the nature of the long-haired guinea pig).
I am the guardian of gates... the junction of your destruction... the laser lighting the way to your doom... the planner of your obsolecence... the furnace that fires your demise... I am the number you cannot compute.
I used to could write.
I have more interests than God.
I am not a heliotrope. I do not sympathize with bent plants.
Also, when I am angry, my eyes flash fire, whether I growl or not.

yuz: open-minded critical thinker unafraid to play and not unwilling to create.

It is important to me that it be as convenient as possible for people to be able to get ahold of me if they feel so inclined. (Vain? Desperate? Suicidally lonely? You be the judge!) As it so happens, while Friendster seems to excel at getting people in touch with each other, it conversely seems odiously inadequate at the task of being able to keep them in touch. So it is I'm going to make it reeeeal easy for you - then I can actually know for certain that I have no friends, instead of suspecting that the technology is interfering somewhere along the line.

pseudo_intellectual at hotmail.com will not only sling MSN messages my way, but e-mail too. AIM? UnwashedMass. ICQ? 70134945