different cultures, music from all over (gagaku, koto, shamisen, okinawan sanshin, javanese and balinese gamelan, etc), bugaku, noh, east asian art history, chinese jade carvings and bronze vessels, bonsai, stone sculptures of india, hawaiian quilting, horses, traveling, world mythology, NPR, swimming, body boarding, singing in the rain, the farside, non-sequitur, hot guys on motorbikes, star gazing, science, politics, debates, fine dining, raw meat, old movies, young movies, chihuahuas, my friends and family real and hanai, impressionist paintings and music, languages, philosophy, world religions and literature, poetic justice, etc... just about anything that makes life worth living.
anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.
Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
with by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
ee cummings
love everything from chromatic madrigals by gesualdo to (place most any genre of your choosing here), so i should stop right now before i make a mess like the one i left down below under “Booksâ€. can’t help it; feels like i’m at the oscars and that i’d be offending somebody if i fail to mention them by name. this is the platform for the narcissistic exercise in self-indulgence that i signed on to, isn’t it?
don’t even ask; i’m just a movie whore. i like them big, i like them small. i like them sideways, i like them tall. i’ve got more than enough movie mojo to include the blockbusters, but i’m more partial to the foreign, indie, art house delicacies found at hiff, MOVIE MUSEUM (say hi to dwight for me!), doris duke, varsity; y’all know the spots.
Usually don't have the time, but, when I do I like to watch KIKU TV's docu-dramas (period pieces), Soko Ga Shiritai, Challengers of Fire, Next Stop Discovery, Numb3rs, House, West Wing (Martin Sheen for Prez '08!), Law and Order (in all their incarnations), documenteries, biographies, etc,...
Too many to mention, but here goes: Chekov (if I could only read Russian…), Dostoevsky, Solzhenitsyn’s One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, anything Poe or Twain (fiction and non), Thoreau, Emerson, anything Wilde (Oscar), Henry James, R.L. Stevenson (essays), Nabokov, Graham Greene, Anthony Burgess (translation of Cyrano de Bergerac), Moliere, de Saint Exupary’s Le Petit Prince, Schumann (yes, the Romantic composer), Shoenberg (yes, the notorious 12 tone composer), Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle, JD Salinger (thank you, Mrs Gross, for re-introducing me to “the White Man’s List†with Catcher in the Rye; sorry about me trying to pass off Stephen King’s Misery on you as my book report back in 10th grade), Henri Bergson, William Barrett’s Irrational Man, plays by Beckett, poems by ee cummings, Joseph Conrad, Melville’s Bartleby the Scribner, Mary Shelley, Voltaire, Swift, early American Captivity Narratives, etc,…and I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve been reading Stephen King since adolescence. Also, love reading Michael Crichton, Christopher Moore (Lamb: the Gospel According to Biff), the Harry Potter series, and Dan Brown for fun.Childhood Books (that I still remember and love): D’aulaire's Book of Greek Myths that inspired my love for world mythology, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes series, Robert Peck’s Soup and Me series, the Beverly Cleary series, and who here remembers the adventures of good ‘ole Encylopedia Brown? Sci-Fi: Philip K Dick, Ray Bradbury, Aldous Huxley, Asimov (fiction and non), Robert A Heinlein (ok, what’s up with that hokey ending of Stranger in a Strange Land? Bunch of Socialist Hippies…), HG Wells, Octavia Butler, etc…Japanese Literature: books on Japanese Aesthetics by Paul Varley, anything translated by Donald Keene, the Man’yoshu, Kokinshu, Heike Monogatari (Tales of the Heike), Kenko’s Tsurezuregusa (Essays in Idleness), Basho, Soseki’s Kokoro, Abe Kobo’s Woman in the Dunes, Dazai’s No Longer Human, Kawabata Yasunari’s Thousand Cranes, Mishima’s The Sailor Who Fell from Grace With the Sea, Akutagawa’s Hell Screen, Banana Yoshimoto’s Kitchen, and I better stop here for now.
Oscar Wilde for his charming wit, RL Stevenson for advocating the sovereignty of the polynesian kingdoms back in the day, Mark Twain for the love he had for his wife, my most favorite nephew in the world for the endless love and joy he brings me, my baby sister for doing the best she knows how like the mother we share did against the odds. jeez, i'm starting to sound sappy here.