Hot sand underfoot, lazy lapping waves that just barely fizz over one's toes then sigh and retreat, only to come again. The sound of someone skateboarding (preferably on the street, unexpected familiar and fantastic noise that makes my head whip round to see). Warm ocean water and snorkeling. Darting after unsuspecting fishies. The silence snow can bring. Breathing deeply. Discovering new depths and reserves of strength within myself.
Ho hum. Anyone not trying to shove their band down my throat.
Radiohead. The Arcade Fire. Leonard Cohen. The Streets. Postal Service. Cat Stevens. Death Cab for Cutie. Morrissey. Sigur Ros. Iron & Wine. Bjork. New Order. Keane. Interpol. Elliott Smith. Jeff Buckley. John Coltrane. Devendra Banhart. Stevie Wonder. Dead Can Dance. Massive Attack. Cocteau Twins. Kings of Convenience. Songs: Ohia. The Cure. Ladytron. Beck. Johnny Cash. Magnet. Billie Holiday. the Smiths. NWA. Depeche Mode. Astrud Gilberto. Black Grass. Joni Mitchell. The Polyphonic Spree. Savath & Savalas. Mum. Bright Eyes. Air. Carole King.
City of Men. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Fight Club. Fahrenheit 9/11. Napoleon Dynamite. The Empire Strikes Back. City of God. Spirited Away. Lost in Translation. The Royal Tenenbaums. Memento. Secretary. Trainspotting. Princess Bride. City of Lost Children. The Usual Suspects. Shawshank Redemption. Being John Malkovich. Dazed and Confused. Rushmore. True Romance. Brazil. Princess Mononoke. American Beauty. Shakespeare in Love. 7 Television Commercials. Delicatessen. Bladerunner. Breakfast at Tiffany's. Apparently any movie with the word "City" in the title.
Entourage. Bye Bye Sopranos. Where o where is Project Runway?
Authors: Hemingway. Jane Austen. F. Scott Fitzgerald. Ayn Rand. Ray Bradbury. Roald Dahl. Jasper Fforde. Madeleine L'Engle. David Sedaris. Michael Chabon. Dylan Thomas. Sylvia Plath. Jeffrey Eugenides. Some Titles: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norell!!!! Fahrenheit 451. The Fountainhead. A Confederacy of Dunces. Pride and Prejudice. Garden of Eden. Middlesex. Me Talk Pretty One Day. Tender is the Night. Do NY Times Crossword puzzles count?
Ah, but who really is worthy? Anyone who has figured out how to move through this life with more than a modicum of happiness.