baguettes, beebes, boys, brie, canasta, chocolate, croquet, damian's beard, dominoes, edith piaf, evenings, existentialism, eye color, french films, friends who cook, gardenias, girls, goat cheese, gospel from way back early in the morning, happy couples, ivory's whiskey, january fireworks, kirsten's studio, losing inhibitions, melina's laugh, men women, old records, oh my god laughing at other people with dineen, plunky guitars, philosophy, photoboths, pin curls, purple, purple roses, reading, red, red light, red lipstick (various shades), red wine, rusted things, sam cooke, sleeping in, sunshine, swingsets, tall people, trumpets, typewriters, ukuleles, unbearable lightness of being, windowpanes, wine smiles, whiskey,
the soul stirrers, sam cooke, the five blind boys of alabama, otis redding, thelonius monk, charles mingus, yusef lateef, brian wilson (is genius), paul mccartney, john lennon, django reinhart, stephan grappelli, edith piaf, decembrists, death cab, stars, bowie, the stones, iron and wine, coco rosie, devendra banhart, joanna newsom, cat power, elliot smith, jeff buckley, rufus wainwright, loudon wainwright III, leonard cohen, louis armstrong, screaming jay, howlin wolf, johnny lee hooker, big mamma thorton, bessie smith, bright eyes, dylan... all of a sudden this is starting to feel like free association... so if i've left anyone out i'm terribly sorry.
annie hall, band of outsiders, jules et jim, eight and a half, blow up, midnight cowboy, the graduate, the party, the aniversary party, the jerk, true romance, dream with the fishes, amelie, rushmore, tennenbaums, the big sleep, diary of a lost girl, la haine, lebowski, dig, the weather underground, ten, the station agent, the shining
sucks. however... i found six feet under to be utterly undeniable. what fantastic writing.
myth of sisyphus, old goriot, narcissus and goldmund, portrait of the artist as a young man, frankenstein, hell & other illuminations, big sur, mrs dalloway, don quixote, howl, tropic of cancer (capricorn), who's afraid of virgina woolfe, norweigan wood, the bell jar, blues people, lunch poems... and now i realize i've forgotten my favorite poets...
me at five. no seriously... this is a strange question and i haven't been on myspace long enough to know if anyone responds this portion of the questionaire earnestly. my knee-jerk reaction was to spout some sort of "heroes are for the hopeful" nonsense but even that is stupid. So i'll just say... yeah. i had fun at five.