Listening to music most people hate, by producers that no one's heard of - and inflicting it upon my friends. Being right. Howling along to the stereo in my car, completely oblivious to the people around me. Fine dining, fine wine, shopping in order to make the two aforementioned activities happen. I can cook, in fact I'm told I'm an amazing cook on a regular basis. It's ok, if I like you I'll cook with you or for you. Sitting around with friends at a dive bar and trading tales of debauchery. Gallivanting about the town in my best impersonation of an international boy of leisure. Making lists of things in random order. Smelling clean things. Playing with my dogs when we're in the same place.
This charming young woman. I think she and I have a lot in common, we could discuss like... birds dying. And make beautiful emo babies together.
Aphex Twin, Venetian Snares, Soundmurderer, Wolfgang Voigt, Reinhard Voigt, 2 Many DJ's, Thomas Brinkmann, Elton John, Billy Joel, David Bowie, Bauhaus, Tones on Tail, Pet Shop Boys, Depeche Mode, Goldfrapp, Fishcherspooner, Felix da Housecat, Miss Kittin, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, NIN, Uberzone, Audio Bullys, Tool, Leather Strip, Luxt, Dave Clarke, most mid-90's industrial (Front 242, Pigface, Chemlab, Sister Machine Gun, Ministry before Jourgensen lost his shit, even Marilyn Manson, to an extent.), Akufen, Boards of Canada, Prince, Nightmares on Wax, Squarepusher, Autechre, Plaid, Front Line Assembly, Delerium, anything Bill Leeb touches, Sex Pistols, Sven Vath, Richie Hawtin, and hell - most stuff on Warp Records, Rephlex Records, Kompakt, Sender, Tresor, Bunker, Playhouse, or Perlon.
I don't like much TV. As a result I'm sometimes oblivious to pop culture reference and upcoming movies. I can live with this.
HST's Fear & Loathing, Anything by Irvine Welsh, anything by Chuck Palahniuk, and anything by Carl Hiaasen. David Sedaris makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. Mark Kurlansky fills me with minute details about simple items that I can parrot back later and feel smart. Lately I've been subsisting on a diet of highfalutin periodicals. You'll find my bathroom littered with issues of Saveur, The Atlantic and The Economist. Go snobbery go!