Watching the butts in my ashtray make indeciferable sculptures. Taming the hawk, organizing my shoe collection by color, self tattooing, tattooing in general, being in bands no one will ever hear, stealing, watching the Food Network, painting my bathroom so every time I am in there and see the reflection of the colors I turn around suddenly, tooth brush in hand or mouth, ready to fight.
A list in this area would be simply unjust. Heavy beats are on steady rotation here.
Makin' a filter! Makin' a filter! Makin' a filter! Kubrick. Low lightening and subtle voices get me going.
I try not to, but there's only one thing I can say. Iron Chef!
Choke, Mules & Men, The Handmaid's Tale, Jesus' Son, Ishmael, Greenwich Village 1963, Tropic of Caner/Capricorn, Lolita, Catch 22, Neitzsche, 1984, Burmmese Days, Lord of the Flies, Nine Stories, A Raisin in the Sun, Three Guineas, Mr. Popper's Penguins, The Thinking Body, Moby Dick, The Grapes of Wrath, Roots, The Quiet American, Purple Moon, The Plague, Waiting for the Barbarians, The Wretched of the Earth, amoung others.
Guiliani!