saving geeks from ourselves, books, pixelsandbits, flora and fauna, quantum physics, the past the present the future, cuteoverload.com, really high thread count sheets and plush down comforters, the impending infocalypse (those last two probably go together)
your pets
current rotation: chanting daily, LEMON JELLY, Different Tastes of Honey. WEEN: I love you, Tosca, Vordul Mega and RZA/GZA, my fellow hippie name kids like Devendra and Sufjan, El Cedeno, Eazy-E + NWA, Bjork, Beck, Bjeck, Icelanders in general, Bollywood, BRAINFREEZE, Jason Falkner, your music if it's any good, booty grooves that make me move, SONGS OF INNOCENCE, EXPERIENCE
those that are projected on brick walls outdoors on hot summer nights. pretty movies that make me feel stuff. the merrie melodies. plus all things Coen, Jarmusch, Clooney, Gilliam, Jonze, Lynch, both Andersons and other sick fu**ers. WHAT THE BLEEP DO WE KNOW?
I can quote the Simpsons more extensively than you can: "There is no emoticon for what I am feeling!" "Does this thing suck or blow?" ""It came to me in a vision, or a drunken haze, or an ice-cream headache" "My cat's breath smells like cat food" "Bubbles can burst?!" "I AM the Lizard Queen" "Tastes like burning" "You mean you don't pocket-mulch?" "Go Banana!" "Don't worry Marge, her idea of wit is nothing more than an incisive observation humorously phrased and delivered with impeccable timing." apart from Springfield, David Attenborough is my TV superstar: "one for all...all for one...the meerkat." you know it.
Yes, daily. Andrea Portes, (that brilliant hit HICK) = new voice of us, Neal Stephenson = visionary idol, Faulkner = lyrical master, Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass = the bibles of my youth, FINALLY in my old age: non-fiction like the history of Longitude, the latest research into my favorite organ the Brain or molecular biology type stuff, and doing the NYT crossword puzzle really quickly from Mon-Wed and with effort on Thur and with failure on Fri.
Those people who dress up like big slices of pizza or hotdogs and jump around pneumatically on street corners, pulling in the punters to their eatery. That's some heroic sh*t.