Reading, writing, movies, people-watching, hopping from planet to planet with my starship groupies, running in place next to speeding cars, watching the sun set on the lowlands, resting my head against a tree and throwing apples back on the branches.
A euphemistic mime. An earthquake survivor. A pair of Siamese politicians. A friendly goatherd. Evelyn Waugh. A glove maker. Dancing girls who kick off their shoes into the crowd. Blaise Pascal. An honest to God cowboy, tobacco stains and all. Somebody that still likes Electro, and isn't lying to my face when they say it. Georges Bataille. Lady Godiva's horse. Fred Flintstone's feet. Leonor Fini. A dastardly villain. Anyone who feels they're dancing to the wrong song. Someone who carries a canesword. Jean Genet. Walt Whitman's barber. Union Jack. Someone who's escaped from a seraglio. A buck-toothed vampire. Nietzsche before and after.William S. Burroughs' dealer. George Orwell. Samuel Pepys. The person in charge of replacing the head-basket on a guillotine. Captain Ahab. Busby Berkeley. Rabelais. Terry Gilliam. Sherlock Holmes and Watson. Alexander Pushkin. Preston Sturges. The Marx Brothers. Lars von Trier. Wong Kar-Wai. Lovers of tube socks everywhere. Todd Haynes. A depressed giraffe. Mozart, of course. Sam Peckinpah. Yukio Mishima. William Blake's wife. Giordano Bruno. Someone who practices their karate moves while standing in line at the grocery store. The person who thought raspberries were a good idea in a salad. Jim Jarmusch. Indiana Jones. Caligula's accountant.Tristram Shandy. A person who hasn't injured themself at least once with a letter opener. Alfred Hitchcock. Christopher Hitchens. Gore Vidal. Honore de Balzac. Goethe. Francisco Goya. The Electoral College. George Bernard Shaw. The person who invented the game of Life (I really do mean the board game on that one). An Egyptian goddess, Isis preferably. Earl Grey. Catherine Breillat. Shakespeare's Understudy. Anais Nin. Clovis Trouille. The Boston Tea Party. A bunch of circus clowns driving around in a little red fire truck. Antonin Artaud. Octavio Paz. Thomas Paine. Sarah Vaughan. Jacques Dutronc.Any animal that doesn't use a celebrity voiceover. Louise Brooks. Edmund Wilson. Harry Houdini. Doc Holliday. Bertolt Brecht. Mirror Mirror On The Wall. Sappho. Cervantes. John Carpenter. Dante Alighieri. A jumpy librarian. Plato. Henry Miller. Emanuel Swedenborg. Anyone who laughs hysterically at "The Jerk." And somebody who can get me to like jelly beans; I feel there's an entire world I'm missing out on and I think it's tied to the fact that I just don't like jelly beans.
This could go on forever so I'll tell you what I'm into at the moment: The new My Morning Jacket, the new Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, Celebration, Atlas Sound, the new French Kicks, Dengue Fever, Ruby Suns, the latest from Old Time Relijun, Los Campesinos!, Raashan Ahmad, New Young Pony Club, Jens Lekman, Monotonix, and the new Animal Collective EP.
This will also take forever, so I'll run down some stuff I've seen recently that's worth checking out as well as my top eleven. NEW: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, The Apartment, Redbelt, Son of Rambow, Mister Lonely, Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, I'm Not There, Wristcutters: A Love Story, La Chinoise, Andrei Rublev, also looking forward to Guy Maddin's My Winnipeg and Fatih Akin's Auf Der Anderen Seite, Pickpocket (finally...now I don't have to lie anymore about having seen it), L'Enfant, Lilya 4-Ever, Jean-Pierre Melville's Army of Shadows, Sophie Scholl: The Final Days, Playtime, F for Fake, Juliet of the Spirits, L'Avventura, Ikiru, The Atrocity Exhibition, Being There, Lower City, Don't Come Knocking TOP ELEVEN: 1. Vertigo 2. The Third Man 3. A Clockwork Orange 4. The Wild Bunch. 5. Aguirre, or The Wrath of God 6. Weekend 7. The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant 8. Sunrise 9. Persona 10. Brazil 11. Days of Heaven
I only use my television to watch DVD's. Television's just filler sandwiched between advertisements selling you crap you don't need and are better off without. But The Family Guy, My Name is Earl, Extras, and Entourage are still pretty good. Now that there's no more Chappelle Show, is there really any reason to own a television anymore?!
This will take forever, I promise you that. So I'll just put the books I'm currently reading on here: Flaubert's Parrot by Julian Barnes, Tom Jones by Henry Fielding, The Sword of Honour Trilogy by Evelyn Waugh, The Street of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz, Bambi vs. Godzilla by David Mamet, Yellow Back Radio Broke-Down by Ishmael Reed and The Complete Poetical Works by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
Gustave Flaubert Pablo Neruda Jean Genet Jean-Luc Godard Giordano Bruno James Joyce Ralph Waldo Emerson Evelyn Waugh Iggy Pop William S. Burroughs Martin Amis Rainer Maria Rilke Charlie Chaplin Mozart Oscar Wilde Nick Cave Francois Villon Michel de Montaigne Alexander Pushkin Johann Wolfgang von Goethe