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Apparently, I enjoy wasting time on myspace when I should be writing something (anything) worthwhile. Right. What do I love? Traveling, writing, reading everything, Scarecrow Video, wine, music!, The Stranger, home grown tomatoes, the smell of dirt, early morning light, Coffee and Cigarettes, being a sarcastic bitch, mircrobrews, used CDs and independents that sell the really good ones, Edinburgh, wasting time on important things, nectarines, used bookstores (Myopic in chicago has set my standards), family-owned restaurants, Montmartre, making an ass of myself on the dancefloor (beware my flailing limbs), talking in bed, trying to be a better person, the Trabant Chai Lounge, trains, Road Records, crazy people who ride public transport with me (here's to the men and women of king county metro transit), being lost, talking over pints in the afternoon, making fun of people who know I'm only joking, text messages, planning escapes.............this is sounding cheesy so I'm done.
I want to meet happy people. Sad people. People who are restless. People who are honest. ***But if we're being particular here, I would really like to have been a fly on the wall when Che Guevara and ol' Fidel met for the first time...
Apart from a middle school stint as a clarinetist (what?), I've never played an instrument, but I swear to god in my next life I'll play the guitar. Or the banjo. I'm sure that whatever I'm listening to at any moment says a lot about whatever's going on in my life. Right now? The Band (Big Pink on repeat...), Feist, the Smiths, Fleetwood Mac, a live Neil Finn CD, the Avett Brothers, and "Where is My Mind" on repeat. Righto...I'm sure all of this means something but I have no idea what. The Frames are my favorite band in the world...seeing them live is something of a religious experience for me. Go to one of their shows and you'll understand. Oh...and I really really really want to see Herman Dune with Bellx1 at Malahide Castle. I'll pay for the concert ticket if you pay for the plane ticket. Mmmmmmmmmmmkay?
What I can think of now... In America. In the Name of the Father. Millions. Amelie and Garden State. The Commitments. The Snapper. Coffee and Cigarrettes. Trainspotting. Delicatessen. Run Lola Run. The Princess and the Warrior. Intermission. The Edukators. Born into Brothels. All Woody Allen films. L'Auberge Espagnol. Motorcycle Diaries. And the Goonies, of course.
Little Britain is hilarious and Matthew just sent me practically every episode of Father Ted ever created. Sweet. Other than that, I have no cable, so it's fuzzy reruns of That 70's Show and Seinfeld. I refuse to watch the nightly shit they call news. Ask who's creating it and READ it.
For some reason, I've been reading a lot of books by young, slightly alcoholic aspiring writers with delusions of grandeur. I had to stop reading Factotum again because I was getting a little depressed and starting to crave whiskey for the first time in my life. Oops.
Right now, it's Jillian. The dorkiest person I've ever met...who knows and doesn't care. Which pretty much makes her the coolest person in the world.