Art museums, cities, coffee houses, dance clubs, dive bars, drunken wrestling, international politics, kissing, long-form improvisational comedy, movies, narrative schema, photo shoots, poetry, public transit
Music I Like:
J.S. Bach, Leonard Bernstein, Bjork, cheesey 80s, Frederic Chopin, Classic Rock, country songs that remind me of home, Feist, Glenn Gould, The Knife, MGMT, Of Montreal, Edith Piaf, Sigur Ros, Regina Spektor, The Ting Tings
Films I Like:
Amelie, Annie Hall, Christopher Guest films, Eddie Izzard: Dress to Kill, Laura, Mulholland Drive, My Fair Lady, Paris je t'aime, The Saddest Music in the World, Sleeping Beauty
Literature I Like:
"The Dead" (Joyce), James Thurber: Writings and Drawings (Thurber), The Printer's Error (Fogel), The Sea and the Mirror (Auden), Some Trees (Ashbery), Ulysses (Joyce), "A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings" (Marquez)
I'm in search of friends, intelligent conversation, and drinking companions.
I value communication. If we're friends on here, let's talk at least occasionally. Folks from all over the world are welcome :-)
I'm not too fond of faceless profiles or profile-less profiles.
I just discovered this video. A friend of a friend created it. You have to watch it all the way to the end, though. It's funny for one reason at the beginning, but for a whole different reason by the end:
A novelist and teacher once told me that, while good writers create, the best writers steal. In keeping with that, I've decided to steal the "list" format others of you have already put to good use.
Bits about my Present, Past, and Future:
When I was 8, I sat on a giant cube of ice for an hour in hopes of winning a white corvette--a white corvette I was later informed did not exist. I hid behind a tree and cried.
My ex-boyfriend is the son of a nun.
The local paper once dubbed my uncle the "kingpin" of a cheque-counterfeiting ring.
In my lifetime, I have seriously entertained the idea of entering the following professions: sketch artist, theoretical physicist, orchestral musician, English professor & poet.
"Watchmaker & repairman" would be on that list, but my hands shake too much.
My hierarchy of literary interests:
1. 20th-&-21st-Century American Poetry
2. 20th-&-21st-Century Trans-Atlantic Poetry
3. All Other Poetry
4. Queer Theory
5. Performance, Theatre, & Film
6. Short Stories
7. Novels
I love, love, love long form improv-comedy. If you can watch T.J. Jagedowsky and David Pasquesi perform and NOT worship them as gods, you are dead inside.
Seeing a washing machine and drier in the kitchen seems perfectly normal to me.
My last visit to my former dentist lasted seven hours and ended with a trip to the emergency room. I've since found a new dentist.
My friends and I used to play in the creek. We scooped out buckets of clay to make sculptures and ashtrays. I was scared of the crawfish.
My grandmother was fond of such expressions as "like a worm in hot ashes" and "Chicken in the ca' and the ca' won't go. That's how you spell _Chicago_."
I lived in Chicago for five years.
When I was growing up, my classmates sometimes thought I was British because of the way I spoke.
We once caught grandpa hobbling across the highway with his walker. Neither traffic nor liver disease would part this man from his beloved liquor store.
When my grandmother was in the hospital, I gave her my Ernie doll to keep "for one night." She was cremated with it.
When I played soccer in high school, I frequently injured others without realizing it.
I used to do roof work.
My eighth-grade physical science teacher, Mrs. P, told us that dinosaurs and humans existed at the same time. Satan, however, had strategically placed dinosaur bones in the ground to deceive us into thinking otherwise. She also thought The Smurfs was part of a Satanic, communist plot. Mrs. P frequently balanced equations incorrectly.
Mom and I were watching The Smurfs the last time I was back home. In this episode, the Smurfs were all ecstatic because they had found a huge mushroom cap to cart back to the Village. This was also the first time we realized there's a gay Smurf. He talks like a fop and wears a pink flower pinned to his hat. His name is Vanity.
I don't really have a Southern accent, but I do use expressions that confuse Northerners. Occasionally, I crave fried okra and cauliflower (also fried).
Note: Any food + Deep frier = Southern cuisine
Though it may take you a while to realize it, I probably have one of the most inappropriate senses of humor you'll ever encounter.
One of my favourite instruments is the harpsichord.
I was vegan for over four years. November before last, I decided to quit.
Note: if you've been a vegan for four years and decide to quit, do NOT begin with seafood.
There is perhaps only one person in the world who understands just how much Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" and Jager bombs truly mean to me.
If you will sing "Seven Bridges Road" with me and really mean it, I just might love you.
The South and I have a long, vexed relationship.
I'm not the greatest singer, but I like to do karaoke. I'm not the greatest dancer, but I like to dance.
Three of my favourite poems are W.H. Auden's "Heavy Date," E.E. Cummings's "maggie and milly and molly and may," and Kenneth Koch's "One Train May Hide Another."
_My Fair Lady_: Rex Harrison, Audrey Hepburn, Lerner & Lowe, George Cuckor--what more could you ask for?
I believe all rooms should be equipped with a clock and a window on ever wall.
Mixed metaphors perturb me.
Dance clubs and dive bars delight me.
Subtle southern accents melt me.
And, interestingly enough, I find that lately I am no longer too concerned with making it all cohere.
Favourite Quotes:
"As my daddy used to say, an ounce of pretension is worth a pound of manure."
"O what authority gives
Existence its surprise?
Science is happy to answer
That the ghosts who haunt our lives
Are handy with mirrors and wire,
That song and sugar and fire,
Courage and come-hither eyes
Have a genius for taking pains.
But how does one think up a habit?
Our wonder, our terror remains."
"Beloved, we are always in the wrong,
Handling so clumsily our stupid lives."
"Most reckless things are beautiful in some way, and recklessness is what makes experimental art beautiful, just as religions are beautiful because of the strong possibility that they are founded on nothing. We would all believe in God if we knew He existed, but would this be much fun?"
"for whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea"
so when ARE you gonna be in boston this summer? cuz i think i get outta this summer course late june but don't go back to the lake till late july. so that's like a whole month I can be most anywhere, which is totally hott, obviously.
~Palmer
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