I like "stuff"
I'd like to meet:
Quagmire (from family guy).
Music:
Sufjan Stevens. Led Zeppelin. Abe Quiggley. Definitely. And after those, who else is there?
I suppose there's always: Yann Tierson, Counting Crows, Kings of Convenience, Death Cab for Cutie, Tahiti 180, Ben Harper, Jack Johnson, Rogue Wave, Umphree's McGee, Railroad Earth, the String Cheese Incident, Ojee Walk Upright, Gary Jules, Ben Folds, Jolie Holland, Norah Jones, Jerry Garcia, Damien Jurado, Damien Rice, Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead, U2, the shins, the killers, the streets, the doors, the ramones, the who, the Beatles, Bob Dylan, Velvet Underground, Paul Simon, Mammas & the Papas, Tom Petty, America, Creedence, Blue Oyster Cult, James Taylor, Jim Morrison, Louie Armstrong, Ray Charles, Johnny Cash, Pink Floyd. And his wall.
...but what I want to hear more than anything else in this life is NO John Denver. Ever. Ever again. May his phoney name and memory be erased.
Movies:
Royal Tenenbaums. Amelie. Joyeux Noel. The Prestige. Saved. Garden State. Art School Confidential. Out Cold. Napoleon Dynamite. Nacho Libre. Little Miss Sunshine. Yellow Submarine. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Everything is Illuminated. Big Fish, Batman Begins. The Lord of the Rings. X-men. About Schmidt.
Directors:
Wes Anderson, Tim Burton.
I also enjoy the Dark Side of Oz (where you sinc up Dark Side of the Moon with the Wizard of Oz. Good times.)
Television:
Family Guy. House.
Books:
The Lord of the Rings. Harry Potter. Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry (by Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison). The Tender Bar. Some of Nietsche's stuff. Holy the Firm (by Annie Dillard). Howl (Allen Ginsberg). Metamorphoses (Ovid). Ecclesiastes (Bible). The Little Prince. The Stranger, The Plague, The Fall (3 by Albert Camus). The Idiot's Guide to Sex. Nobel Lecture (Solzhenitzyn). Reading Lolita in Tehran.
Authors:
Billy Collins, Louise Gluck, Chuck Palahniuk, Eugene Rosenstock-Huessy, Ovid, Anthony Hawley, Gertrude Stein, William Carlos Williams, Ashbery, Dr. Seuss, Roald Dahl, and Wyslawa Szymborska.
I used to like C. S. Lewis, but not so much any more. Except for Till We Have Faces.
And walking too near self-help books -- you know, the armchair psychoanalysis ones, the watered-down-hack-job-of-a-brilliant-mind rip-off kind -- makes me want to light them on fire. Mom.
Currently Reading:
Dante, Ashbery, the "Laurus" literary journal, and tons of online literary journals such as thediagram.com and theBrewmag.com
Heroes:
Peter Griffin. Chuck Norris.