art, art that is happening now, art that is collecting dust in museums, trying to make a career out of inspiring people about art, midnight bikerides, hazelnut soy lattes, vinyasa yoga, vegetarianism & veganism, traveling, dancing in the kitchen while making dinner...
new friends. old friends. people who can see beauty and inspiration alongside sadness. people who like to dance to old records. or new ones.
coltrane, billie holiday, cibelle, loney dear, cat power, rainer maria, camera obscura, my morning jacket, the doves, the concretes, coco rosie, stereolab, sleater-kinney, mirah, of montreal, saturday looks good to me, azure ray, the weakerthans, death cab for cutie, american analog set, belle and sebastian, built to spill, iron and wine, zero 7, the softies, the magnetic fields, anna oxygen, early madonna, blondie, johnny cash, blur, the smiths, le tigre, the rolling stones, bob dylan, serge gainsbourg, gnarls barkley, thievery corporation, and today i am weirdly obsessed with juliana hatfield, again.
over the years i have developed this theory that television is actually a monster born of electronic parts, residing in a box and slowly sucking out your soul...
art books of course, i could go on and on. a spy in the house of love by anais nin. the alchemist by paulo coelho. love in the time of cholera by gabriel garcia marquez. jitterbug perfume by tom robbins. being peace by thich nhat hahn. the four agreements by don miguel ruiz. the little prince by antoine de saint-exupery.
jason for his desire to save the world and for saving my day so many times, carrie for not compromising and for shining brightly, my yoga teacher anita for being an amazing inspiration, the folks who run philadelphia's mural arts program, and my childhood hero: rainbow brite- defeating doom and gloom everywhere.