punk rock parenting, stencil grafitti, wishing I were going to shows, peak oil, becoming a better you, travelling to far off lands, getting a decent bike, being post-everything, itmfa, eating vegetables, farming, gardening, writing, not writing back, rock and roll radio, the intersection of art and entertainment, art for art's sake, entertainment for entertainment's sake, film, being a projectionist again, theories on infant sleep, owning my own business, policy wonkiness, fighting for the little people, coffee.
More assholes with opinions.
My musical tastes are so stale. They involve things that could be classified as pre-punk, post-punk and actual, bonafide punk. I like to visit other genres occasionally: hip hop, country, jazz, blues, classical, soul, but I'm just a tourist in those aisles. My permanent residence is in rock and roll.
As if. The most recently watched and enjoyed include: F for Fake, Tristam Shandy, The Constant Gardner, Syriana, Mutiny on the Bounty, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. I'm a little behind on the film-going front due to a small human who accompanies me nearly everywhere, but who also finds it difficult to sit still for 2 hours at a time.
Gilmore Girls and PBS. I don't get any other channels. Weird.
Right now: The Joy of Coffee, Western Garden, The Gangster We Are All Looking For, How Non-Violence Protects the State
You. No really.