Music, music, music, music, the other side of the pillow, fresh tattoos, feet and feet-related things (including socks), licking icing off birthday cake candles, three-pronged forks, weekends off, etymology, sex and travel, unrequited crushing, people watching (not in that porno way), gourmet cooking, comedy, tragic irony, music. Oh, and my new friend Waddles McGee.
Get one too, if you're bored and enjoy knocking penguins off icebergs.
"Adventurous" people. Someone who sings in the shower and dances in the car. People who won't grow tired of how sappy I am. Other recovering poets. Cooks. Other left-handed people. Other redheads. Complicated people. Unconventionally beautiful people. People with record collections. People who care. Real music lovers. Movers, shakers, candlestick makers. Disco kings and queens. People who participate in drunken dance parties. Snobby, pretentious bitches. Circus people. Locals, but not townies. The forward-thinking coalition. Disasters. All my doppelgangers. My fears. My dreams. A modern hero. Escoffier. Someone new.
I've been back on an electronic kick thanks to Ed Banger Records. Loving some Justice, Calvin Harris, Teenage Bad Girl, MSTRKRFT, Sebastian, Digitalism, Chromeo, Simian Mobile Disco, and Busy P. Back on drum and bass as well! Fanu, Amit, Breakage, and Soundmurderer. Also Radiohead, Ween, Blitzen Trapper, The Dear Hunter, Copeland, Kid Sister, Built to Spill, CSS, and Death From Above 1979.
The ones that make you think/feel/love.
Cartoons, The Food Network, and The History Channel. I don't watch much teevee.
Tom Robbins (especially The Still Life With Woodpecker), If Chins Could Kill: My Life as a B-Movie Actor by Bruce Campbell, Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain, lots of cookbooks, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Vonnegut, Cloud 8 by Grant Bailie, Irvine Welsh, Richard Bach, Henry Miller, Douglas Adams, and any author dealing in the joys of absurdity.
My mom, Christina Lepanto, and Fayard Leslie.