Someone put up a video of my original capoeira master from 1995. Good old Mestre Bom Jesus. Brings back memories, as that was my first full years of training and I remember the faces and the space very well.
It doesn't seem like thirteen years ago.
So that's me there in that picture. Or me in anime/manga form. I'll probably change that picture from time to time. What else? Well, I call New York City home. My passions include, but are by no means limited to music, politics, capoeira, and good single malt scotch. I suppose if you need to know more than that just mosey on over to the about page more info.
Ah, death metal and ballet - two great tastes that go together. Well, if by together you use a crowbar and some sort of lube.
One of my favorite pleasures is spending quiet Sunday mornings with a cup of coffee and the NY Times. Highlights from this Sunday include a piece about 1970's New York and it's reflection on the ABC show 'Life on Mars' , an appreciation for the TED lecture series, a profile of one of contemporary China's best selling writers, and the role of internet social networks and protests on the Arab street.
Oh and some more bullshit from Tom Friedman...
Burst Lazarus Bird
How I missed this magnificent disc last year escapes me. Out in a barren waste where Swedish death metal meets Pink Floydian textures and Tool's hypnotic repetitiveness. A stunning work of stark metal beauty.
The Love We Share Without Knowing
Christopher Barzak's fragile novel about love and loss set in contemporary Japan. Light like a wind chime, heavy enough to break your heart.
Watch your thoughts: thoughts become actions. Actions become habits. Habits become character. Character becomes destiny.
- Unknown