The people I think I'm closest to. I always suspect they don't actually know me. Or I'm afraid they do know me and don't actually like me. But that's cool. I believe that a true friendship and true love is one that expects and suggests changes. Growth. Shared growth in understanding ... that is how I feel connected to people (and it's my most effective aphrodisiac... tmi!!!).
As of this year: Brubeck helps me forget my obssessive ways. It's classic. Normal. Yet amazing. What I mean to be.I'm starting to need/love Charles Mingus' Ah Um.Caetano Veloso!!!!!!!!! Even though I don't understand portugese.. Even though he has a few thoroughly corny moments... (I snort. I say Oh Lordy. I understand corny.)
Ones I've seen more than five times: Breakfast at Tiffany's, A Rome Adventure, Matrix, West Side Story, All About My Mother, Wedding Planner (accidental.. not a favorite), An American in Paris. They're, surprisingly, mostly girlie movies.
The Malcom X at the end of Haley's biography/autobiography. He saw how much further he had to go philosophically. It breaks my heart he was murdered. No one has had similar enough experiences and motivations to take us to where he was headed.