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Minha mãe, my mother, often told me, "Look good no matter what, and never let them see you frown." I'm not sure who she meant specifically.
My father's famous words of wisdom were "Turn that damned noise down, it's giving me a headache." -
The Lost Boys. That hair... it's chilling!
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Oh yes, I know plenty of other artists. ;D
But I think the answer you're looking for is no, not right now. Used to, but it's been quite a few years. I think we are like magnets with matching poles.
Hope you're doing okay dear. Sorry for the late reply. xoxox -
Oh my, I've had a crush on Laurie Anderson since the 1980s. I think she might be one of those human conduits for the gods. :)
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I am afraid I don't know who you're talking about! Great names, though--are they musicians?
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Hello, mysterious stranger. Have you been peeking at my manuscript?
Let's just say that, hypothetically, I am a vampire. For my subsistence I would be interested in finding a steady and renewable supply of blood. Have you heard of Maslow's hierarchy of needs? A life spent worrying about my next meal and hiding from persecution would simply not support the quality of life that I desire! I imagine that the meat industry would produce large volumes of blood as a by-product of animal slaughter, and that they would be happy to sell it to someone--why not a performance artist or his assistant? That would hardly seem suspicious, I'm sure. Maybe I would invest in a hospital-grade refrigerator so that I could store this blood for long periods of time. Yes, that seems like it would be a good system. Thus ensured of steady meals, I might then begin to consider more creative, more recreational options.
Fortunately for the hypothetical vampire, popular culture has made him into a romantic character. Vampires these days are quite the sexy customers, aren't they? I'm sure there must be lots of web communities for people interested in them. You never know who you might meet, and what their interests could be.
Hypothetically, of course.
As for how I would feel about drinking blood: I am not, nor have I ever been inclined to become a vegetarian, and I have always believed that consenting adults should do what makes them happy as long as both parties are of sound mind. Why should a source of happiness cause shame or draw condemnation?
I expect that I would miss "real" food at times, but I never did learn to cook, and there are many things that I enjoy other than eating. I shouldn't have problems staying occupied in non-gastronomical ways. (For the record, there is half a bottle of Veuve Clicquot in my refrigerator this very moment. Good stuff!)
There has probably never been a better time in history to be a (hypothetical) vampire.
Zombies, on the other hand--God help the modern zombie! We get Anne Rice and Bela Lugosi, they get Max Brooks? How unfortunate! -
The short answer: They're great! I don't think that one can have too many. (Except maybe of the former, but then that depends on the temperaments of the people involved, mutual understanding and also what kind of a timeline we're talking about, lol. I've dated a lot of open-minded people.)
Really, if I had to take a guess at what is the true meaning of life, connecting with other people would be number one. The evidence is in the eyes of a friend or a lover when you share a moment of closeness. Just think about how human beings are the single most powerful resource of potential happiness on earth. There is no limit on the amount of love that one person can give. That is an INFINITE resource, and all it takes to tap into it is one more person. -
I've never considered myself to be especially talented, but thank you for implying that I am! ;)
I find that I don't tend to evaluate the talents of others; what standards do I even use? I am generally a fan of anyone doing anything in any way. Watching amateurs do karaoke is as entertaining to me as going to a professional concert. The performance of any action is unique to the person doing it, the mode of execution being the result of the entire chain of their life leading up to that moment. Each person is the only person on earth capable of doing a thing in the exact specific way that they do it. Of course I understand that there are formalized standards by which to judge sports, art, music and so on, but whether or not they are met seldom has much bearing on my enjoyment of something. Yes I have my specific tastes, but they are subjective. I don't believe that people can do anything in a way that is ultimately "incorrect" or "bad."
To answer that other part of the question, "did I work hard or was I lucky?" I'm afraid I'd need to know to which talents we are referring. ;) -
Well, none like THAT! lol
Let's see. I suppose I am a competent ballroom dancer (though sorely out of practice by now I'm sure). I've also been told that I have a good voice, and that I'm a good kisser. ;)
I did play the saw once when I was younger! -
I am unable to answer your question but this may remedy your irkedness if you're at all like me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJOZp2ZftCw
(Funny you should mention it, though; there is a Chinese place near here with "NO MSG" in quotes on a sign in the window, which makes it look like they're trying to find a loophole by using a film quote or something.) -
You can only blame my parents for that one! (Ferreira was my mother's surname, Carrasco was my father's.)
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I am going to have to watch The Fifth Element to cheer myself up after I answer this question. ):
The latter, I think. It is very sad to live without the ones you love, but I find it unbearable to go for very long without any socialization at all. I tend to have an easy time finding things to love about anyone I meet, so in that way I am able to deal with loneliness for specific people. I have had to cope before and it was difficult, but living without ANY human contact is simply beyond my power to imagine. To have memories of someone can be very powerful, to have them with you always in that spiritual way. Sometimes, when you know a person so intimately, it is enough to think that you carry each other in your hearts. Sometimes it has to be enough.
And now I have a very important date in space with Bruce Willis and Milla Jovovich. -
She was eight months old when I adopted her, so I didn't actually raise her. She was the cutest little baby, though! Her "mommy" showed me pictures from when Sugar was still on a syringe diet. She looked like a little plucked chicken!
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I am actually working on a conceptual autobiography ("conceptual" because it contains many embellishments) and part of the reason I started this account was to help myself get into the right frame of mind and generate ideas. So I will spare you the novel (lol!), but here are the basics:
I was born in São Paulo, Brasil. I spent my youth in private schools where I made a hobby of breaking the less important rules and having many girlfriends. There was a lot of money in my family, so I had a very comfortable childhood. Things changed little on into university, except that there began to be boyfriends in addition to the girlfriends (lol!). I studied abroad for a while in England and in Germany, and did a lot of other traveling while I was in Europe. I graduated with degrees in business and art history.
The interest in art had come with my arrival at university. I became fascinated with conceptual art especially, and many of my friends at the time were artists. I started doing my own artwork (mostly installations) in my late twenties. When I was twenty-nine, I was diagnosed with cancer.
As you can imagine, this was devastating. I completely owe my survival to my dear friend Lupe, who knew of an alternative treatment that proved very successful. And I feel I owe much of who I am to my survival; when you have been so close to death, every moment seems a gift, and what you stand to lose by being peculiar is nothing beside what you have almost lost. It has given me invaluable perspective.
Eventually I moved to the US to pursue my art, first to New York and then to LA, where I live now. In addition to doing art (which I believe is an involuntary human act), I am an entrepreneur and an avid art "collector" (since much of my interest lies in performance art it's more of an intellectual collection than something to hang on the walls, unless you count shelves of DVDs). I manage a couple of gallery spaces that are open to anyone whose work interests me. Right now I have a friend named Ly who does wonderful installation pieces and has work in both of my galleries.
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How could I say anything other than "It's amazing!" Get that many artists and costumes in one place and it will send me straight to heaven. I got to see Zumanity in Las Vegas and it was practically a religious experience! Did you know they have a show inspired by Elvis now? I'm afraid I might die if I don't see it soon.
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This is harder than the favorite color question! I love Argentine tango and West Coast swing (my personal favorites as a participant), but I love to watch butoh. I could watch butoh all day long.
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To be honest I had to look it up, but now I can't stop daydreaming about the universe where they have found the technology to transplant minds, and I am sitting outside a cafe in New York playing chess with a 122 year old robotic Marcel Duchamp. Ahh...
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I was very ill in the late seventies, VERY ill, to the point where I was eventually confined to a hospital bed. It was not just a physical weakness, but also the spiritual weakness of believing (as I had been told by doctors) that I was soon going to die. I had felt in my prime when I was diagnosed with cancer, and to adjust to the idea that everything I had in progress would remain unfinished, that all of my thoughts and ideas might just blink out of existence (my conviction in my faith was not as rock solid then as it had been earlier in life) seemed impossible. It was probably worse in the first few months than it was toward the end, though I was physically stronger at the beginning. My mortality had been the last thing on my mind before the diagnosis and I was not prepared to face it at all.
There is little like black to define white, so it seems natural that I felt the strongest as I began my recovery. A very dear friend of mine had offered an alternative treatment, which I accepted not a moment too soon. And, miraculously, under her ministrations my health began to return very rapidly. After a few years of struggling to get dressed in the morning, being able to walk and dance felt like having super powers (I did a lot of walking and dancing in that first year). Where was the radioactive spider that had bitten me, I sometimes wanted to ask! I felt invincible, though I have never allowed myself to forget how close I came to death or to forget that to be alive is a true blessing.
(Se você está para fora lá, eu te amo, Lupe, minha aranha.)
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Oh I think he's brilliant. The Naked Civil Servant was my favorite book for a year after I read it (I think I was 28?). The man was a true artist in the way that many of us are until we're eight or nine, but he kept that honesty until the day he died. For that I have much respect for him.
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Let's just say that thirty years ago I considered people of my current age to be quite old! I will also tell you that the first record I ever bought was an Elvis record, and at the time it was brand new. ;)
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Edgar Alonso Ferreira Carrasco
Los Angeles, CA
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