**DISCLAIMER**
Okay...so, the MySpace addicts that I know and love have dragged me into their cesspool of addiction. (Intervention, anyone?) Bear with me as I learn what the hell I’m doing and gradually make this a page worth dropping in on.
Traveling. I used to think I needed to hit all the "exotic" places and experience and learn about the "exotic" cultures. While this still holds true for me, I've also recently learned that there's something to be said for the sideshows and roadside attractions. Real people who aren't performing for the tourists can create much more lasting and fond memories by allowing you to participate in the "mundaneness" of LIFE.
I tend to have favorite songs over favorite artists...I like how they have spontaneously combined to become "soundtracks" for the various stages of my life. But, if I had to mention particulars, I do quite like: Sinead O’Connor, Uncle Tupelo, Otis Redding, Cake, Prince, Johnny Cash, Dave Matthews, James, Madonna, B.B. King, Marvin Gaye, Wilco, Tori Amos, Radiohead, Elvis, Dwight Yoakam, Al Green, Billy Bragg, Bob Marley, The Black Crowes, Blind Melon, Michael Jackson, Dixie Chicks, U2, Sublime, The Doors, The Rolling Stones, Stevie Wonder, Violent Femmes. Oh, and Alabama (it’s a "soundtrack" thing...don’t ask.)
Memento, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Big Lebowski, Life is Beautiful, Almost Famous, Waiting for Guffman and Best in Show (they just have to be mentioned together), Good Will Hunting, Pulp Fiction, True Romance, Swingers, When Harry Met Sally, Sophie’s Choice, Running on Empty, Scent of a Woman, O Brother Where Art Thou, Jacob’s Ladder, The Beach. I'm sure there are many others worth mentioning, and I apologize to each of them for not.
The Sopranos, The Office, Will and Grace, Big Love (not to be confused with Big Luv as seen in my pics...though, that shit would make for some good TV!), Sex and the City, Seinfeld, Frasier, Intervention (my guilty pleasure), Friends, Six Feet Under, and I’ll admit it...Jeopardy.
I’m not really loyal to any specific writers, but there’s nothing like a skilled wordsmith. I'm currently re-reading Skinny Legs and All by Tom Robbins. LOVE HIM! I love reading (and writing, though you wouldn’t know it from my feeble attempt at making this page interesting) and have often thought that I should have worked with words in some capacity – particularly, when I spot an editor’s error in the very first line of a new novel (that’s not a lie; it has happened).
My dad.