I'd like to meet:
People who don't yell. People who think Bush II is the antichrist. People I can fool into thinking I'm cool. Walter Cronkite. People who understand the value of sitting down to a dozen drinks. People who aren't selling things. Sioux who know what 'Sioux' means. People who read. People who bowl, drink coffee, hike, and love dogs. Liberal people, understanding people, peace and love people, dirty people, tattooed people, pierced people, and people who say things that make me nervous... I REALLY like those people. I'd like to meet the person who invented that plastic dog-ball-throwing thing. I'd like to meet (again) the fucker who sold me my junky car. I'd like to meet William Chester Minor, Tom Waits, the entire Bush cabinet in a dark alley, Hank Chinaski, Jim Jarmusch, Stevie Nicks in the year 1983, that singer from Gram Rabbit, the staff of Harper's Magazine...
But most of all? I just want to meet people who understand that conversations are not one-person affairs.
Music:
Stereophonics, Gram Rabbit, Tom Waits, Chet Baker, Johnny Cash (forever and ever a hero), Vulgar Boatmen, Wilco, Gear Daddies, Jayhawks, Underworld, The Bad Plus, the Replacements, Polemic (oddly -- a Slovakian ska band), D.A.D., and even Richard Cheese if I'm feeling frilly.
Television:
Turn the F'n thing off, already.
Books:
I'm a book freak. From Roth to Kundera, Fante to Welsh... you name it. In lieu of an exhaustive list, I'll just say: If the book has raised lettering on the jacket, put it down. If the book's about some ridiculous thing having to do with Davinci or his 'code', put it down. Oh, and fuck Tom Wolfe and that stupid Michael Crichton fella.
Heroes:
Jimmy Carter, Hemingway, a guy I met in a bar who ate a beer bottle right in front me, Hemingway again, Grandma 'Tilly (who had a red beard), and my big dyke of a sister (she raised me, she's my best friend, and she keeps telling me to stay alive).
