You guessed it...nothing!Ok, well I guess I like to travel. For the most part. Umm, what else. Ok, ya, thats it. Exciting, I know.So maybe that's not entirely true..."curiousity killed the cat" I always heard...hoping my insatiable fascination with virtually everything (with the exception of anything numeric, and a few other things) doesn't drive me to my own "demise", hehehe.
I'd like to meet:
Lately I've actually fantasized about sitting down for a "nice little chat" with a few shady politicians, I wouldn't mind letting them "know a thing or two." (I know, I'm a nerd...its ok, I've embraced it). God...I have alot of questions I'd like to ask the guy...Him/Her/It (does God really have a gender, I'm convinced this Being is in actuality, gender neutral, I think "He" ascribes a gender to "Himself" for our finite comprehension and human compulsion for categorization, which is ok with me). Hmm, otherwise, my family and some really cool friends that I miss so much, not too many people come to mind at this moment. I'm pretty satisfied with most of the people I've already met.(K)
Music:
Well, considering my track record with correctly correlating names and faces, songs and artists aren't much better. Ok well, not at all better. Much worse actually. I just like it when I hear it. But some kinds I definitely dont like, particularly the KXZY "soft and easy hit love songs of the 80's, 90's and more" kind. It seems to follow me, more like torment me, I cant escape it. When I was seventeen after working at an old lady clothing store which inflicted it on unassuming customers and staff such as myself, I tried to flee by going to Honduras for awhile, hoping for an improvement by surrounding myself with the Latin genre. But no. "Welcome to the Hotel California" prevailed as the theme song there. Then, when I first went to Croatia three years ago, Richard Marx also followed me. No, not Karl Marx, Richard Marx, I think thats his name. It's so awful. Living in Europe the last couple of years, I had really hoped for some authentic cultural music, but no, thanks to globalization and the homogenization of culture, ok well in this case basically the gross exportation (literally gross) of mostly American "entertainment", such painful earworms as Barry Manilow, Rod Stewart, Savage Garden and a few others echo across borders and cultures. (Sad, I can't remember the music I like, but what I hate is seared into my conscious.) A new unifying anthem has risen in both Western and Eastern Europe, as well as Latin America. Who would have thought that KXZY could be a catalyst for a new world order.
Movies:
Hmm, Syriana, V for Vendetta, The Mission, Les Miserables, Brazil, Twelve Monkeys, Four Feathers, Zoolander, Run Lola Run, Spinal Tap, The Notebook, What Dreams May Come, Music from Another Room, Amelie, Waiting for Guffman, The Royal Tenenbaum's, X-Men (all of them), A Night at the Museum (just saw that one, it was refreshing), Blood Diamond, The Departed (ok, lying, hated that one actually...soo terrible, creepy Jack Nickolson, Dirty Dancing 2 Habana Nights...nails on a chalk board, ok, this list goes on...it should be called "movies that were a waste of the film they were made on" or something)
Television:
Ahh, well, most of the tv I watch, if at all, is in another language, who knows which one, depending on where I am at...so I guess I can't really say much in this department, other than I did get hooked on a Romanian soap I watched with a friend in the Eastern places. Numai Iubiera (Only Love) its called. So dramatic, way better than a telenovela. When I was at home for a brief stint back some time ago, my dang brothers forced me to watch re-runs of Lost, for which I am bitter, because just as I got hooked, I had to leave our "lil' neck of the woods" and traverse into the great unknown. Ok, so I am not that bummed about it, but I think I could get sucked into that one. The classic, timeless after-school quintessential 80's kid lineup: Little House on the Prairie, the A-team, Airwolfe, Saved by the Bell, (eh, the one where she's from space and taps her fingers together to freeze everything, can't remember the name, but really loved it) and of course everyone's favorite, Mr. Hasselhoff (pre-Baywatch naturally) -
Books:
Phrase books for random languages, lately. Anything by Henri Nowen. Francis Schaefer. An old classic, the Scarlet Letter. Recently read Facing Up, (a 23 year-old's Everest expedition...now I guess I can relinquish my massively unrealistic secret fantasy of someday scaling its icy faces. the guy's description is good enough for me to live vicariously through- i thoroughly enjoy reading about his intensive training and acclimatizing to the bitter cold, while eating cookies surrounded by the warmth and glow of my urban fireplace (heat lamp radiator). De Bijbel. Umm, quite a few others, also have to think about these.
Heroes:
JC. My mom. My Uncle David. My dear friends. Kit, Michael Knight and the Foundation for Law and Government.
