cookin, lots of cookin. riding juanita (my bicycle) everywhere. she's hot. keeping stoli in business (it's not drinking alone if your dog is sitting next to you).
elvis, hot 1968 comeback-black-leather elvis. fascinating people with accents or skuzzy rasps, like gunther.
everything from edith piaf to social distortion to bowie to wagner to slick rick to the gories to roger miller to the flaming groovies. too much to list. the only bad thing about luv luv luvin music is i've had to move my records and cds three times this year, and my forearms are starting to look like popeye.
un homme et une femme (best movie ever), the hunger, pee wee's big adventure, in the mood for love, the man who fell to earth, I was a teenage zombie, rushmore, pretty in pink, metropolis, any rock-umnetary, any fellini, wong kar wai, argento or godard are fine in my book.
i don't really have time to watch tv...wait, strike it, i don't have time to watch good tv, but shit, infomercials at midnight and the creepy jesus shows from the 70's when the hair was really high and the makeup was really thick? all the time in the world...
Nelson Algren, Walk on the Wild Side; Henry Miller, Black Spring; J.D.Salinger, 9 Stories; Hemingway, Islands in the Stream; Anais Nin; Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Night Flight; Knut Hamsen, Hunger; Simone de Beauvoir, She Came to Stay.
i'm kind of in limbo with heroes right now. my standards are high...