Plants and birds and rocks and things. Shaking a tail feather. Kitty cats. Knitting socks, crocheting fripperies and useful items, deconstructing my band t-shirts, trying to make clothes to fit my lumpy bumpy personality. Sensuality, sexuality, smooching, spooning, snogging. Balancing health and hedonism. Keeping the summer alive. Recent pursuits: yoga classes with Kareena, redecorating my almost-beachfront digs (alas, so far I've stripped more old paint than applied new), learning my way around domestic relations law well enough to undo my golden blunder sans attorney, searching for a non-toxic job at something resembling a grownup salary (I'm being made redundant, as the British say, at the end of 2007).
The man in the moon.
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Yes. Oh, yes.
Pretty much any 60s movie with a dance scene or a cheesy drug freakout scene. Jacques Tati's Playtime. Mary Poppins. Blue Velvet. Kill Bill. Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead. Hold the chick flicks... I don't go to movies much these days, and when I do it's usually alone, but if you want me to go to one with you, I might.
I'm more likely to have the radio on, at least as long as WLUW is still broadcasting in its present form. What you might catch me watching, or what might be on while I'm doing something else: Animal Planet, VH1 when something cool is on, Adult Swim on Sunday nights, Cops reruns, maybe Comedy Central or something with skateboarders or surfers.
Would you like to recommend one? I was a bookworm from preschool to well into (what passes for my) adulthood, but lately I only seem to read when I want to learn something.
Anyone who helps, heals or educates. The guy who does this .