paddling, running on the beach, surfing, riding one-speed bikes uphill. happy hour.also really like taking advantage of what's going on where I live and in parts unknown. adore friends who make art, music, film, words.
interesting and intelligent people anywhere in the world. I love good chat.adam green mit dem heavytones
singer-songwriters, music that sounds like pop to me but never managed to get popular, anything on Flying Nun label.
Lars and the Real Girl, The Namesake, Juno, Thank You For Smoking, The Darjeeling Limited, The Man Who Fell To Earth, Track 29, Ma Vie En Rose, The Royal Tennenbaums, Rushmore, Light Sleeper, Adaptations, Baxter, My Blue Haven (short), The Conjurer of Monikers (short), and about 10,000 more movies of all sorts.
E Channel, Comedy Central, Bravo, random. i love the Daily Show. And like most of the people I know, I think The Office is uncomfortably funny.
The Judas Tree is my fave right now.all time faves: Breakfast of Champions, The Painted Bird, Panama, Foucault's Pendulum, Absolute Beginners, Basketball Diaries, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Vernon God Little, Breakfast on Pluto, The Happy Isles of Oceania, McCarthy's Bar
Stuart Murdoch."Mayfly""Lovesick on a sunny afternoon/ You are tired of stopping in/ You are waiting for the time/ Mayfly, woken up when skys are clear/ I don't mind you coming near/ Keep me company till she comes again/ You are the one who's privy to/ I am the one who's making do/ Because you saw him in the park/ Because you saw him at the bridges with the people in the park./Cana was the start of something big/ You were there in the beginning/ You were there to see him play/ Mayfly, woken up when sky's are blue/ I don't mind the sight of you/ Keep me company till she comes around/ You are the one who's privy to/ I am the one who's making do/ Because you saw him at the celebrations standing at the side/ He had the moves to save the day/ But you would love him anyway/Lovesick, it came back upon yourself/ You are the girl left on the shelf/ You are incapable of playing the fool/ Longing so what's different today?/ You sent the boys and girls away/ You are concerned with matters lofty/ But puzzled so it makes you sick/ Your diary's looking like a bible with it's verses lost in time/ And lost in meaning for the people who surround you/ It's a crying shame/ You know it's a crying shame"