Jeanne Park

CCAC which is now a dead name. Dammit! I went there because it was California College of Arts AND CRAFTS!

California College of the Arts, Attended 1989 - 1991, Class of 1991, Bachelor's Degree, Sculpture

Legal Sec / Theater Craftsmaster

a loose affiliation with millionaires and billionaires....

Things That Don't Just Pass for Art, Music (from Hildegaard to the Profanely Nuts), Design and Designers, COLOR, The Gothic Eras (Mediaeval and 1990s), Theatrical Costume, Shanghai Chinese Style, Dogs rather than cats, Pet Rats ("Pitties").

I basically read a lot of contemporary short stories, i.e. New Yorker, Granta and Paris Review when I get my hands on them. Avid blog snooper. Korean language studies rather reluctantly. The God of Small Things by Arundati Roy, All the Harry Potter stuff just quick-like; Poems by Dylan Thomas, the biography of George Sand, transcripts of Joan of Arc's trial, Learn Cantonese in 30 days, various books on Feng Shui by Lillian Too, The Princess Bride (book's 20 times funnier), Tribal Chinese Costume, Silverwork of the Miao Peoples, one or two trashy Poppy Z. Brite vampire smut books, The Dream of the Red Chamber, one or two biographies on Helen Keller, The Diamond in the Window (my favorite childhood occult novellette), Poems of A.A. Milne.

Joy Luck Club, Orlando, Nightmare before Christmas, O Brother Where Art Thou, Bennie & Joon, Fargo, Lock Stock & etc., The Road Home, Baraka, Amelie, 5th Element (Gautier, dahling), Velvet Goldmine, Interview (in spite of Tom), Bram Stoker's Dracula (in spite of Keanu)(Eiko, dahling), Vive L'Amour and anything by Tsai Ming-Liang, GIGANTIC, All About Lilly Chou-Chou, Rosencrantz & Gildenstern Are Dead (FUCKING BRILLIANT), Oasis (the Korean film), The Last Emperor, House of Flying Daggers (for sheer cinematography), The Party (Peter Sellars), Groundhog Day (Still I laugh), Tampopo, Ran, Shiaolin Soccer, The God of Cookery, Sense and Sensibility, About a Boy, Crouching Tiger (for everything), Philadelphia Story, Harvey, Nadja, Prospero's Books, Immortal Beloved, Barbarella, Fantastic Planet, Princess Mononoke, Ozma of Oz (I want a new head!), Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte, Rear Window, Diva and the most chilling fortunetelling film of all time, Brazil.

Moody stuff to Blow-Out-the-Speakers stuff. Trance, Qntal, ethereal goth stuff like Lycia, Birthday Massacre, Love Psychedelico, June Tabor, Lisa Germano, Gackt, Miyavi, Morrissey, serious jazz and not from Coltrane to Lester Bowie to Sun Ra; Sneaker Pimps and Theivery Corp, Celtic, experimental, world music of all types such as Cesaria Evora, Pygmy music, Carmen Miranda, Frenchpop like Arnold Turbaud and Camille, and SILLY STUFF (who downloads Groucho Marx or Shirley Temple???), and older pop idol sshtuff such as bashing classic Britpop stuff and Pretenders and certain Prince tunes and certain Beatles tunes and Peter Gabriel, Kate Bush, certain folk such as Joni Mitchell and various non whiney types; etc.

Used to be History Detectives, Teletubbies (warped!), Nova, and anything that's on China or is a period piece; But I have no cable in this craptinseltown now

Taurus

The name is pronounced in French. Like John with a
soft j, or rather like Zsa Zsa without one Zsa and adding
a final N. This is not me being pretentious. This is me running screaming from the name I was born with mispronounced.

Amy Archer without the Pulitzer, goddamit. I'm PLENTY
HAPPY.

And here's to the so-called friend who insists no one
will EVER have seen The Hudsucker Proxy.

People who actually get the description of me I just
wrote. I suppose I am more defined by those I wish not
to meet. While attempting snobbery I am most likely patting the dust off my clothes in some dark place where I've been waiting to meet the cryptographers I keep seeing in my dreams. Where the hell are they?.

I see each Harry Potter film because I vicariously live at Hogwarts.