exploration and experimentation. music and dancing and books and people and parties. talking, listening. friends and chai lattes (not necessarily simultaneously). absurdity, moments (particularly those rare ones of connection). wine. vodka. budweiser. scotch. culinary pursuits. words, on their own and as in rhyming and cross. bubbly water. daydreaming. overanalyzing. ovranalyzing my overanalyses. giving plural forms of words the "i" ending when it's not actually correct, as in "campus (singular), campi (plural)." setting up potentially clever and witty jokes with no end in sight, forcing myself to come through at the last minute with a time-sensitive stroke of what could be brilliance. covering my ass when i fail. designating song lyrics as somehow relevant to my journey, so to speak. deciding that's trite. oh, and i follow around this band.
grateful dead, dylan, jgb, janis, the band, ani, stan getz, frank sinatra when i'm cooking, billie and ella, lotsa stuff...
annie hall, hannah and her sisters, best in show, office space, garden state, women on the verge of a nervous breakdown, boogie nights, l'auberge espanol, volver, pride and prejudice (the real 6 hour-long one), godfather I and II, ferris bueller, clue, the goonies, brokeback mountain, motorcycle diaries, eternal sunshine and bagillions more.
i like it. i wish i got channels.
brideshead revisited, graham greene's novels, joyce's dubliners, great expectations, good biographies; so stuff by graham robb... the new yorker. things about my interest du jour (or week or month or whatever).
hmmmmmm.