Consistently: laughter, grammar, coffee, people smarter than I am, wordplay, arguments, wry observations, writing letters, hypocrisy, road trips, the beauty of living in a democracy, paradox, doing the Right Thing; Lately, apparently: working too much, sitting quietly, and my iPod.
A professional gambler with the same first name as a city and a girl with a tattoo of a dagger anywhere on her body.After that, everything else is cream cheese.Oh, and a sternly avuncular literary agent.
For the past couple of months, I've initiated a little exercise I like to call the Stuck Our Heads Playlist. I've been remarkably impressed with the results, and that's mostly what I've been listening to lately.
Tombstone, Fight Club, One Crazy Summer, Scrooged, The Big Lebowski, anything starring Shannon Tweed or with a cameo by The Red Elvises or Academy Award-winning artists Three 6 Mafia.In the past couple of months, I have probably watched Good Will Hunting and The Fugitive about ten times each. I find my inner voice quoting from both movies with great frequency and at great length. I am more disturbed by the fact that I am not disturbed by that phenomenon than I am by the phenomenon itself.
All I ever watch lately is CSI. Of course, it's hard to avoid. Oh, and Scrubs.
The Things They Carried - O'Brien, The Dead - Joyce, The Secret Garden - Burnett, The Floating Opera - Barth, A River Runs Through It - Maclean, The Oxford Companion to the English Language, Anna Karenina - Tolstoy, much of Bukowski (particularly his posthumously published collections)If you haven't read The Devil and the White City by Erik Larson, do yourself a favor and pick it up. My life has been much fuller since I found out where Pabst won its blue ribbon.Currently reading Bill Bryson's A Short History of Nearly Everything, and I am thoroughly enjoying it.
The inventor of the Double Decker Taco.