art, music, writing - creating and appreciating... all things beautiful, especially where you least expect them... Splenda... not having a real job... political incorrectness... sarcasm... vulgarity... old movies... Betsey Johnson bags and shades... learning to cook... spending money I shouldn't... my BED... office supplies (although I have no real office)... home remedies for manic depression... the karma that kicks far more ass than I ever could... and a recent fascination with NPR...
artists, musicians, eccentrics...
Gene Wilder, Peter Sellers, Jimmy Stewart, Cary Grant, Zach Braff and Jello Biafra... Missy Elliot, because I feel like we could pick up guys together (huh?)... and Katherine Moennig...
Leonard Cohen and PJ Harvey and Goldfrapp and Rilo Kiley and Dead Milkmen and Slowmo Erotic and Patti Smith and NIN and Carly Simon and Dead Kennedys and Barbra Streisand and Judy Garland and so many mo'...
Happy Accidents, Stranger than Fiction, Guys and Dolls... Someday I will have a house built entirely of dvds... We've prolly already got enough for the kitchen and dining room.
Deadwood and Buffy do battle as we anxiously await the return of Nip/Tuck... Ace of Cakes, Grey's Anatomy, reruns or marathons of anything...
Nice Girls Don't Get Rich... The Artist's Way... Middlesex... and an endless stack of magazines, particularly Zink! and BUST.
anyone who lives an uncensored life all day, every day, in any company... or continues creation despite lack of fiscal and emotional support... women who sing the fuck out of their own songs, even when it's not pretty... ESPECIALLY when it's not pretty... Jim Henson, Frida Kahlo, Scarlett O'Hara, Cyndi Lauper... I wouldn't mind her career... ... people who create their own niche... my 90-something Grandma is punk as fuck, and taught me spelling and grammar, as well as how to play poker, make a Manhattan, and thumb my nose at right-wing political views... AND, let's face it, Joe for being strong enough to be my man - the dirtiest job of them all...