making my dreams bigger.
Walking around the city and checking out the architecture or finding little alleyways with small nooks and corners. The structure of ART DECO and the way it makes me feel. The way an old photograph can let me fantasize and imagine what might have been going on in that moment. People watching, and seeing the way they talk and move. Long walks with a person I love. Completing a challenge after the initial fear sets in. Hiking. Traveling. Eating. Dreaming. Reading. Thinking. Creating.
Design and abstract patterns, Microscopic life, Insects, Nature, Wildlife, Science, Technology, Seclusion,
Art History, Old photographs, Treasure hunting.
and so much more...the ever evolving interest section.
http://www.google.com/sky
I'd like to meet:
This dog.
Music:
Roy Orbison
Despistado
The Cure
Bear vs. Shark
Circa Survive
Dandiwind
Brainiac
Movies:
Drama
Jeremiah Johnson
Life is Beautiful
Schindler's List
Mask (with Cher and Eric Stoltz)
Gore/Scary
Evil Dead 2
Dead Alive
The Others
Documentary
Crumb
American Movie
Foreign
Y Tu Mama Tambien
Amores Perros
Pan's Labrynth
Life is Beautiful
"Indie"
Lost in Translation
Raising Arizona
Life Aquatic
Punch Drunk Love
i heart huckabees
Television:
Six Feet Under
Flight of the Concords
Seinfeld reruns
Ghosthunters
public broadcasting
nature programs
Sister Wendy's Grand Tour
"For over twenty years I've lead a life of solitude and prayer. Now, for the first time in my life, I'm going to Europe!"
Books:
Shantaram (!!!) by Gregory David Roberts
"It was only there, in the village in India, on that first night, adrift on the raft of murmuring voices, and my eyes filled with stars; only then, when another man's father reached out to comfort me, and placed a poor farmer's rough and calloused hand on my shoulder; only there and then did I see and feel the torment of what I'd done, and what I'd become -- the pain and the fear and the waste; the stupid, unforgivable waste of it all. My heart broke on its shame and sorrow. I suddenly knew how much crying there was in me, and how little love. I knew, at last, how lonely I was.
But I couldn't respond. My culture had taught me all the wrong things well. So I lay completely still, and gave no reaction at all. But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can't be stilled."
The Alchemist
White Oleander
The Shining
The Catcher in the Rye (I am no Holden Caufield)
Still Life with Woodpecker
A Prayer for Owen Meany
"So pure, I am above palm trees, so straight and tall"
VICE Magazine, DESTROY ALL (RIP)
Heroes:
Beings who stay true to themselves (whatever that means) despite any obstacles.