people, places, and things. money and power. intellectual property and real estate. internal and external. mind, body, and the stuff that exists between the two. women. interpersonal relationships. the workings of the mind. the machinations of the body. basically whatever.
personally: my doppleganger, the doctor who birthed me, and the jackass who clipped me and tore the ligaments in my knee.
professionally: people to contribute to my two intellectual property ventures – quillvellum.com (home of manlogic) and my coffeetable book.
socially: any1ne interesting enough to make me want to have a online conversation with…
bob
stevie
prince
michael (when he was still black)
beethoven
bjork
shit. i got 550 gigs of music. my shit runs all genres.
Woo
Kurosawa
Hitchcock
Lee
Spielberg
Burton
Scorcese
City of God, Godfather Duo (III didn't count), Hero, Infernal Affairs, the original Shaft, Carmen Jones, Superfly, spaghetti westerns, etc.
shit i took film in college. i could go on for days.
The good stuff HBO pushes
nothing on BET
The good stuff on FX
ESPN (except anything with Stuart Scott on it)
NFL Network and NBATV
AMC, FMC, and TCM (old movies, y'all)
all that educational shit on Discovery, History, National Geographic, Animal Planet, Military, Biography and the rest of them channels.
and when i blaze it up, Skinamax (late nite cinemax on friday and saturday nites)
survival of the prettiest
the myth of monogamy
creative origami
story
rich dad, poor dad
the dictionary
sandman
the multi-orgasmic man
the tao of sexuality
hughes, mosley, shakespeare,gaiman, moore.
shit, i was an english major. this is endless.