You are what you read
Perhaps this will come off sounding a touch trite or banal, but I've always been of the mind that an individual's interests and tastes -- as embodied by the music they listen to, the books they read, and all the other media they personally select and consume -- collectively say far more about them than any utterance they might willingly offer to describe their own personality and who they think are. I suppose you could say that I look upon people's choices in literature, film, and music as unguarded glimpses into their identity, into what makes them tick and how their mind works -- as small but telling artifacts of the true unfiltered self, if you will.
And so with this in mind, I thought it might be interesting to have a looksee at some booty gathered from my own media buying binge this past weekend... Following the train of thinking described above, what might one presume from my selections about me, I wonder?
Exhibit A: “Final Exits: The Illustrated Encyclopedia of How We Die” (Michael Largo)
- Fascinated by the macabre, permanently installed on local law enforcement's “persons of interest” list
- Enjoys the films of Ingmar Bergman, the works of Poe, competitive sulking
- Wears black on the outside, because black is how she feels inside
- Likely has serious alcohol and/or compulsive body scarification problem
- Likes to watch things blow up
- Likes to read about things blowing up
- Likes to read about other people watching things blow up
- Unquestioningly believes what those Pulitzer Prize idiots have to say
- Science nerd, probably a closet Doctor Who fan
- Bought book because of that gawdawful Sting song “Russians”
Exhibit C: “Warped Passages: Unraveling the Mysteries of the Universe's Hidden Dimensions” (Lisa Randall)
- Dooooood
- Does A LOT of drugs
- DOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
Exhibit D: Skateboard Mag
- Is married to an EXTREME 12-year-old boy
- Is known to partake of The Dew
- Sad, pathetic, lonely
- Has an overabundence of Icy Hot on hand at all times
- Despite a bounty of evidence to the contrary, does not believe it is safe to go back in the water
- Confirmed Discovery Channel devotee
- Sad, pathetic, lonely
- Smells of chum and whiskey
- Calls everyone, inexplicably, “Chief”
Exhibit F: Nick Jr. Magazine
- Is filled with self loathing. And a deep and profound love of teamwork. Lots and lots of teamwork
Quite like peering down into the dank, fetid abyss of my soul, isn't it? Its a gift really, my Rightness about things.
(Unrelatedly: July 2nd marked my 3rd blogiversary, and I completely forgot to get myself anything! Umm, except all of these books, I guess. Is the 3rd anniversary the paper anniversary? Let's pretend it is, okay? durr...)
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