into: Building a camera lens into the head of an octopus, so that I can carry the octopus about with me and photograph pretty things. The octopus can be used as a pillow at night if I find myself stranded with a broken leg, in the dark.
makes me happy: The windows and blinds closed. David Cronenberg. 'Drawn To the Deep End'. Meeting Sean Penn and Benjamin Curtis outside the Hotcake House in Portland.
makes me sad: Getting beaten up, I guess.
5 things i can't live without: An icicle, my passport (signed by Chimes McGavern), something cold to type on, permanent mistakes and having things suddenly take a turn for the worse, but in a subtle way instead of one that gets me half unconscious on the floor with a bleeding nose.
vices: Not veganism.
thoughts on sg: It's okay
i spend most of my free time: corpseonpumpkin.com
patientfoldedhands.com
myspace.com/corpseonpumpkin
myspace.com/please_dontleaveme
corpseonpumpkin.blogspot.com
occupation: Steelmill landscaper / photographer.
current crush: Absolute devils.
stats: I take a punch pretty well.
body mods: A black eye, a bruised cheek. I burn the tips of my fingers to leave obvious traces of where I was so people won't forget that I'm alive.
heroes: Peter McNeil
gets me hot: My old girlfriend Jennifer Connelly, who left me because I refused to re-locate to California. Guess I really fucked up, huh?
favorite position: While holding up a bank.
fantasy: Photographing R.E.M. in the early 1980s, back when they were a poor, drunk, dirty touring band with bags under their eyes from no sleep.
sign: Inverted cross.
most humbling moment: An almost perfect cartwheel, on television in front of literally millions of people. A hush over the crowd, some anticipation . . . and my foot slips off the far end of the seesaw, sending me tumbling forward to a fastly rising board. The seesaw splits the side of my face open from forehead to chin and there's just this incredible silence out there in the audience. All I can hear is the hum from the television cameras, my eyes (and shame) directed toward the red lights of the focused lenses, thinking how many newspapers across the country I'd be hanging under the guilty headlines of.
i lost my virginity: To Juliana Hatfield, I think.
ALCOHOL: I am a complete drunkard
