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Blueberry vodka, outside in the snow. Anything my kids are into, Red Sox, decorating trails with thousands of little lights until I can't really function and then taking a break to go buy more lights, huge snowstorms, peace in my life, anything that makes me laugh, meteor showers and stargazing although i don't have a clue what i am looking for other than the obvious things like the little dipper. Webs. Especially purple webs that feel like mist tunnels. Being kissed goodnight, writing when i can make myself do it, reading books with big words in them, reading books with little words in them, staying up too late, coffee runs with jenny, sleeping in and taking naps, biting off more than i can chew, secret places, being busy or being lazy, Halloween, being with people who challenge me but aren't mean unless their meanness is really really funny, people who cook me egg sandwiches at ridiculous hours of the night, hanging out with my boys, road trips for no reason, doing laundry but not the putting it away part, late night falling asleep talking, music of any kind, campfires, sailing, buying a new outfit and going out, people who bring me summer rain and winter snow, my birthday.
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Tim Wakefield. Tek, Trot, and Mueller- my holy trinity of dirt dogs. Bob Dylan. Quentin Tarantino. Dorothy Parker and Dorothy Dunnett. Shoeless Joe Jackson. ..
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Dylan, Alice in Chains, Led Zeppelin, Trans Siberian Orchestra, Apocalyptica, System of a Down despite the conspiracies, The Who, Tom Petty, beastie boys, sublime, rage against the machine, the Dead, old Greenday, Queen, Mad Season, the Chieftains, Steve Miller Band, Simon and Garfunkel and Simon without Garfunkel but not Garfunkel without Simon because he really kind of sucks and depresses me on his own, Rolling Stones, red hot chilli peppers, fleetwood mac, direstraits, aerosmith, jefferson airplane but not starship, Jim Croce, the soundtrack to the Committments, bob marley, Styx, The Police, The Clash, The Cars, the Kinks, the Ramones, Everclear, John Cougar Mellencamp, james taylor, joan baez, indigo girls, melissa etheridge but really only that one red album, jackson browne, van morrison, Neil young, Boston, Journey, soundtracks to musicals no one else really wants to listen to with me, 38 special, creedence, fogarty on his own, White Stripes, the Wild Rovers, Nancy Griffith, Kid Rock, CSNY, cypress hill, wilson pickett, marvin gaye, eminem, some of nellie, harry chapin, the go gos, Blondie, early Pat Benatar especially "Heathcliff", old Depeche Mode, Men at Work, basically anything my sister Meggie puts on a mix cd for me except that one really really gay song she stuck in there one time, lots of 70's one hit wonders but only by the songs that were one hits, like Billy Don't be a Hero and Seasons in the Sun, the Night Chicago Died and the Mohammed Ali song, any random 80's dance music, Squeeze, the Firm, Pearl Jam even though I don't own any and Leesh said she would make me a CD....
field of dreams, the never ending story, almost famous, citizen kane, 10 things i hate about you, chinatown, hoosiers and various and sundry other sports feel good flicks, anything 80's john hughes teen stuff, maltese falcon, anything with jimmy cagney dying on church steps, all the good old sappy stuff like bells of st. mary's and boys town, dr. zhivago, the usual suspects, anything tarantino except the sucky vampire ones, pretty much any red sox dvd or dvd set out there, the seventh seal, any kurosawa
west wing, before it got lame; x-files; survivor because it's a tradition with my boys; rescue me, for dennis leary; sopranos; mindfreak; lost; history channel ufo marathons on rainy days
dorothy dunnett, dorothy parker poetry, foucault, aquinas, pretty much anything lost generation except hemingway's novels although the short stories kick ass, preston-child, dickens, eco, and way, way too many quickie detective novels.
J and A. My Pop Pop, and men of his generation, who knew how to be men and gentlemen and who all carried handkerchiefs and pocketknives. Jenny Jen, who knows and sees all things. And he who manages my more extreme emotional moments with grace and humor and makes me laugh at myself. Of course.