Partying like a rockstar, music, alternative energy, sex, writing music, being outdoors (camping, fishing, hiking, NOT hunting, though), frightening small woodland creatures, sex again, and contemplating life in all of it's sundry forms on a rainy day.
The funkless, of course
James Brown, ACDC, Talking Heads, Phish (pre-Ghost), Parliament-Funkadelic, Depeche Mode, The Doors, Infectious Grooves, David Bowie, Victor Wooten, Baroque era, The Meters, Grateful Dead, Digital Underground, Led Zep, Bob Marley, Dancehall Reggae, Sublime, The Specials, Hootie and the Blowfish (HA! just kidding), Huey Lewis, Umphrey's McGee, assorted 80's crap, Keller Williams/SCI, Nirvana, lots of indie rock, damn near about anything showing artistic integrity and the accurate portrayal of ideas in a non-verbal type of way.
The Dark Crystal, Ghostbusters, Shaun of the Dead, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Stop Making Sense, Pi, Donny Darko, Drugstore Cowboy, The City of God (even with the subtitles it kicks ass), The Doors, Star Wars,
Family Guy, CSI (Fuck Horatio - Vegas baby), the simpsons, and Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe are the only things worth watching on TV. Period. Other than that, the idiot box is nothing more than a big baby, suckling at the teets of my wallet and brain cells.
Crime and Punishment, A walk in the woods (Bill Bryson), Anything by Edgar Allan Poe, Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch, The Tao of Physics, The Life and Death of Planet Earth, anything to keep my mind cranking on overdrive.
Paul Ehrlich, Bootsy Collins, Ron Jeremy, Victor Wooten, Germany (best environmental policies on the planet), Stevie Ray Vaughn, Perry Farrel, Jim Morrison, Superman, Batman, Steve Bartman, and canned lima beans, to name a few.