movies, books, television, emotionally unavailable men, concerts, music in general, livejournal, scarves, raspberry preserves, fun socks, wondering if I will be killed by a car accident or a brain aneurysm, the decemberists, old school country music, frolicking in meadows while trying to avoid ticks with Lyme disease, teevee movies about eating disorders (so BAD they are GOOD!)
Colin Meloy, Cormac McCarthy, Joss Whedon, Smidge, Peter Pan, William H. Macy, Madeline Albright, Marie Curie, Hermione
the decemberists, m. ward, sondre lerche, the shins, r.e.m., colin meloy, interpol, ryan adams, patty griffin, patti smith, low, iron & wine, leona naess, postal service, fiona apple, rilo kiley, jenny lewis and the watson twins, aimee mann, pj harvey, the cure, sam phillips, glen phillips, grant-lee phillips, new pornographers, sufjan stevens, clem snide, queens of the stone age, gillian welch, lemonheads, juliana hatfield, emiliana torrini, bjork, dixie chicks (yes, really), the mountain goats, magnolia electric company, songs: ohia, toad the wet sprocket, hot chip, feist, amy winehouse, the white stripes, justin timberlake, ella fitzgerald, nina simone, etta james, neko case
juno, atonement, american gangster, gone baby gone, 3:10 to yuma, magnolia, brokeback mountain, capote, in the valley of elah, mysterious skin, brick, harry potter and the goblet of fire, garden state, royal tenenbaums, finding neverland, chicago, the jerk, batman begins, serenity, lords of dogtown, american beauty, pulp fiction, sixteen candles, crash, million dollar baby, boys don't cry, permanent record, harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban, rushmore, beetlejuice, spider-man, dancer in the dark, pretty in pink, infamous, pan's labryinth, talledega nights, 40-year-old virgin, the painted veil, half-nelson, casino royale
friday night lights, 30 rock, chuck, pushing daisies, battlestar galactica, supernatural, my name is earl, the office, dirty sexy money, dancing with the stars (shut your fucking face, uncle fucker), buffy on dvd, what not to wear (u.s. edition), the shield (it just doesn't get any grittier...plus, he's my Pa!)
the road, broken soup, finding violet park, no country for old men, patron saint of liars, speak, someone like you, peony in love, giving, sister mine, wilde women, to kill a mockingbird, lamb in love, devil in the white city, history of love, the spellman files, the ruins, heart-shaped box, bel canto, the rose and the briar, sex, drugs and cocoa puffs (hysterical laughter ensues). Seriously, this guy has a riff about John Cusack in the first essay that slays:It's no one's fault, really. Or maybe it's everyone's fault. It should be everyone's fault, because it's everyone's problem. Well, okay...not everyone. Not boring people, and not the profoundly retarded. But wheneverI meet dynamic, nonretarded Americans, I notice that they all seem to share a single unifying characteristic: the inability to experience the kind of mind-blowing , transcendent romantic relationship they perceive to be a normal part of living. And someone needs to take the fall for this. So instead of blaming no one for this (which is kind of cowardly) or blaming everyone (which is kind of meaningless), I'm going to blame John Cusack.I once loved a girl who almost loved me, but not as much as she loved John Cusack. Under certain circumstances, this would have been fine; Cusack is relatively good-looking, he seems like a pretty cool guy (he likes the Clash and the Who, at least), and he undoubtedly has millions of bones in the bank. If Cusack and I were competing for the same woman, I could easily accept losing. However, I don't really feel like John and I were "competing" for the girl I'm referring to, inasmuch as her relationship to Cusack was confined to watching him as a two-dimensional projection, pretending to be characters who don't actually exist. Now, there was a time when I would have thought that detachment would have given me a huge advantage over Johnny C., inasmuch as my relationship with this woman included things like "talking on the phone" and "nuzzling under umbrellas" and "eating pancakes". However, I have come to realize that I perceived this competition completely backward; it was definitely an unfair battle, but not in my favor. It was unfair in Cusack's favor. I never had a chance.It appears that countless women born between the years of 1965 and 1978 are in love with John Cusack. I cannot fathom how he isn't the number-one box-office star in America, because every straight girl I know would sell her soul to share a milkshake with that motherfucker. Yep, that's about right.
bill clinton, hillary clinton, barak obama, conan o'brien, jon stewart, stephen colbert, tina fey, ann patchett, edward norton