Politics, buddhism, existentialism, art, philosophy, progressive values, ranting about misguided rednecks, etc...
People. Do you consider yourself a person, first and foremost? Awesome. Hi.*waves*
In no particular order:
Pink Floyd, Progressive trance, Sound Tribe Sector 9, String Cheese Incident, Phish, Jam bands in general, Sublime, Jazz (on the list of things I need to download), Depeche Mode, tosca, Thievery Corporation, Kruder & Dorfmeister... (The previous three qualify as "european chill-ass dub")
I like a lot of what was popular 30 or 40 years ago, the doors, beatles, the byrds, doo-wop, etc... and Non-mainstream hip-hop. I'm not at all interested in listening to rich motherfuckers brag about their escalades.
Portishead, Cinematic Orchestra, Morcheeba... trip hop is, in my opinion, one of the most under-rated genres of music out there. It was popular for like, a year. Sad.
Basically, if it's chill and/or doesn't sound like the lead singer is bitching about his/her own stupid mistakes, I can dig it.
[Adult Swim]
Pretty much anything written by Terry Pratchett. Also, Sartre, and buddhist texts. And the occasional manga; out of habit, I still follow "Battle Royale" and "Blade of the Immortal", and I'm happy to say it's more to analyze themes now, as compared to the original reason I read them, which was "holy SHIT did he seriously just cut that off of that chick???"Also, and this isn't a book, but I read enough from it that it may as well be, www.dailykos.com. It's a very much liberal news blog, but it's a collaborative thing and if one author screws up there are plenty around who will call him/her on it. I trust it for all my current events info.
A hero is what you get when you take someone who did something incredible, and then ignore all the other aspects of their lives, such as the fact that they had one. Heroes were not the special people we think they were; they were just people.I realize that was really depressing, so I'll say that my heroes are CaptianJack Sparrow and Bodhidharma and his FUCKIN EYES.For the record, the previous paragraphs were written after a night of drunken frat-party-crashing.