Though I (Zac Pennington) may not be able to convincingly play an E minor chord, I can accurately estimate the caloric content of nearly any commercial packaged foodstuff, within a margin of error of roughly 50 calories. I am mildly mysophobic and shamefully androphobic. I like cats, and maintain a physical list of potential names for feline companions the way that a doomed spinster might collect children’s clothing. I am the singer and artistic director for the pop group Parenthetical Girls. Listening to: The only contemporary thing I’ve been listening to that merits mentioning is Pusha-T’s new Fear of Godmixtape—though certainly not the greatest work to grace his name, it still has me very excited about his upcoming proper full length. I don’t even mind the track with 50 Cent’s peanutbutter-mouth all over it. Oh, right, and also: the phenomenal new Ripped Heart EP by the group Extra Life. After years of mapping out a legacy of baroque brutality, Charlie Looker and Co. have abruptly tapped into the most startling, muscular, and weird brand of pop music likely being made today. Reading: I’ve finally gotten around to cracking Cormac McCarthy’s staggeringly graphic Blood Meridian, which I’m rather enjoying. There are very few authors who’s imagery can elicit an actual physical response in me, and fewer still who can paint so vividly as to elicit genuine guttural disgust. McCarthy levels with such a barren simplicity. But I guess everybody knows that. I’ve also been trudging through a book of critical essays called The Dread of Difference: Gender and the Horror Film. Needless to say, it’s very interesting, heady stuff, but it’s been sitting on my nightstand for the better part of four months, and I’ve barely made a dent in it. Watching: Over the course of the last week or so, I’ve been hand-numbering, collating, and shipping hundreds of pre-order copies of our latest EP alone, which has afforded me the opportunity to experience a lot more condensed media than usual. Last night I watched Giorgos Lanthimos’ Dogtooth, which I would highly recommended—though probably not for the faint of heart. I also watched the entirety of Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon’s The Trip, as well as most of the American zombie series The Walking Dead—both of which served their serial purposes satisfactorily. Eating: I don’t really eat for enjoyment. I’ve been a vegetarian for going on half of my life now, and regardless of what they say, there isn’t a lot of pleasure in it. There are undoubtedly abundant natural gourmet options for us out there, especially in a city like Portland, but still: food culture isn’t really designed for our lot… even if I do live a stone’s throw from an entirely vegan grocers. I will most assuredly hang for saying this. Promo Info: Parenthetical Girls are presently in the process of releasing our new album as a series of five extremely limited 12” EPs, under the banner of Privilege. We’ve just released the third edition, subtitled 'Mend & Make Do', and it can be ordered exclusively from the Parenthetical Girls website, (www.parentheticalgirls.com). Each of the 500 copies are hand numbered in the blood of Parenthetical Girl Jherek Bischoff, whose face also adorns the cover. The first single is called 'The Pornographer', and features a promotional video that marks my directorial debut (above).