The intersection between public space and the private imagination. Roadtrips. Concerts. amazing conversations over giant pots of genmaicha tea. long, winding exchanges of beautifully written e-mails. collecting friends. dinner parties. summer nights in New York. Summer nights in Vancouver. Biking through falling cherry blossoms. The way the underground smells in London. Singin' songs about silly things like clam chowder or my bike. Sex dreams. Anger management. People who make me awesome mix CDs with hand-drawn covers. Nice shoulders. grilled cheese sandwiches. butter chicken. turkey sandwiches the day after christmas (yay for meat!). architecture. showers after bikram's yoga (but not bikram's yoga). ABBA. 1970s Sweden. Yoko Ono and John Lennon. Economics. Really good writers who are really good journalists. People who read and consider my lists. jokes about handjobs. how the word 'vagina' makes most people uncomfortable. music as the weapon of the future. honesty. ego boosts. Sitting around listening to Neil Young in a well-heated hardwood floor house and then maybe drinking some cheap beer and then maybe staring out the window and then maybe playing some neil young on guitars. Playing with people's hair, and having people play with my hair. Coffee. Dancin'. Reading the New Yorker. Splitting Skor Bars with Jim. Dancin' with Jim (shhhh!) Laughing a lot. Self-deprecation. People whose egos don't interfere with them trying new things or forgiving people for their mistakes.. People who aren't afraid to look silly or fall in love with art or a person or a really well-designed stapler. Love that is because of love. Fidelity that is because of love. Reliability for the same reason. Love that is because of Arthur Lee. Girls nights. Knowing. Better ways of knowing. Symbols which outlast their intentions. The interconnectedness of everything. Making out just for the sake of making out. Tongues in places. Constancy. Being sure of people's inate goodness. Steak Club.Getting flowers. Exercising until my jeans fit. Red wine, cigarettes and cold beer and other universal sources of delight.
Foods STEAK! STEAK! STEAK! (sorry. I'm a recovering vegetarian.)
someone who would like to buy me a steak dinner, and then maybe hold my hand and tell me I'm pretty. Oh. And no skids.
bikes, clams, chamber pop, literate pop, 70's beard-rock, motown, gangsta rap that denigrates women but sounds amazing emough that you forget youre a feminist for two seconds. space-y, psych-y, noise-y, weird arty stuff. oh man, let's not do this now.
Manhattan, Annie Hall, Heathers, Festival Express, the rutles (with Kat)Spinal Tap (also with kat) The Barbarian Invasions, Lost In Translation, Apocalypse Now, Heart of Darkness,Tarnation.
the one I'm writing. I haven't finished it yet, but we're getting closer.
let's make out.