Writing, theatre, producing, journalism, reading, photography, dancing, good poetry in smoky bars, bad karaoke in smoky bars, Burning Man, fire dancing, Goodwill, candy (particularly anything gummi) and, um, frogs.
I'd like to meet:
For God's sake, someone I can carry on an intelligent conversation with.
Music:
Nouvelle Vague, The Shins, KT Tunstall, Joan Jett, Cake, TMBG, Barenaked Ladies (old stuff), Green Day, Liz Phair, The Pixies, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Decemberists, Pearl Jam, Moby, Beck, Madeleine Peroux, Robbie Williams, Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies, and yes, still f-ing James Taylor.
Movies:
There's a long list of movies that I will sit through, but I hardly ever "see movies." At least not in the sense that people go out or stay in with the intention of seeing a movie. Mostly, I get distracted by the shiny box every now and then and see something I don't hate.
Television:
See above reference to "shiny box."
Books:
Devil in the White City, Assassination Vacation, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West; The Lovely Bones; Lucky; Hypocrite in a Poufy White Dress; Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants; Sex, Drugs and Coco Puffs; Naked; Me Talk Pretty Someday, and I recently fell in love with Neal Stephenson for this paragraph..."The tables of the Philosophical Language were finished: a vast fine-meshed net drawn through the Cosmos so that everything known in Heaven and Earth, was trapped in one of its myriad cells. All that was needed to identify a particular thing was to give its location on the tables, which could be expressed as a series of numbers. Wilkins came up with a system for assigning names to things, so that by breaking a name up into its component syllables, one could know its location on the Tables, and hence what thing it referred to."...And this one..."'Latin is-' 'I know, the universal language of scholars and divines, et cetera, et cetera. And it sounds so lovely, doesn't it? You can say any sort of nonsense in Latin and our feeble University men will be stunned, or at least profoundly confused. That's how the Popes have gotten away with peddling bad religion for so long-- they simply say it in Latin. But if we were to unfold their convoluted phrases and translate them into philosophical language, all of their contradictions and vagueness would become manifest'" Both of those bits appeal to the word nerd in me...ooh..I can just feel the hairs on my neck prickle.
Heroes:
Mae West, for having balls and my dad, for having a heart.
