Reading and Writing (well, duh). Cooking when I've got the time, talking endlessly about books and their writers and whether or not I've got the chops and guts to write a good one.
More iced tea drinkers and anyone who likes to argue Lacanian metaphysics and Hegelian spirituality. And God, I want to ask her what's up with the platypus and George Bush.
Miles Davis, Santana, Zeppelin, Pavement, Cake, Groove Armada, Delirium, Nelly Furtado, Ani di Franco, Concrete Blonde, Hank Vegas, Cordero, Magnificent Bastard, and if it's really late at night, Al Stewart.
Anything Hitchcock, Bladerunner, Lord of the Rings, and any Japanese ghost story. In fact any ghost story. Bring it on - I've got a long-standing jones for anything where someone's dead and vengeful.
As little as possible, though tend to get hooked through Netflix on HBO miniseries like Carnivale, Deadwood, and Six Feet Under. I also like Rescue Me and Nip Tuck (when I'm in front of a TV at the right time) and old M*A*S*H reruns.
Yes. Currently reading DAniel Pool's What Jane Austen Ate and Dickens Knew, read War and Peace while preggers with Connor, read Richardson's Pamela, Fitzgerald's The Beautiful and the Damned but am sitting on Proust's Remembrance of Things Past
Elizabeth I, Charles Darwin, Ghandi, Dr. Martin Luther King, Madonna (ask me sometime) and the lady who keeps camping out on George Bush's lawn to protest the war in Iraq.