Hugely varied: fine wine in Napa and engine whine at Infineon. Cartoons and classics. Opera at the Met and Old Bay on Maryland crabs. Symphony concerts and Springsteen. KPIG and K-Swiss. Manolo and monster movies.
Someone with a shoe/shopping addicition equal to, or greater than, my own. And an unlimited source of funding. :-) Bill Maher. Stephen Colbert. John Stewart. (Oh, er... Actually I already met him. But it would be nice to bump into him again.) Eddie Izzard. Jackson Publick & Doc Hammer. Matt Groening. Most of the correspondents on NPR's "Fresh Air." The Entourage cast --if they're even half as fun as they are on TV. Jackson and Doc -- ComicCon '07, oh yes. Friends and platonic playmates. Actors and audience and theater-goers one and all. Dog lovers. Cool cats. And anyone really interesting in any random NOT creepy way. Ciao!.. width="425" height="350" ..
The classic -- hot jazz on a cool beach evening. Classical when traffic's a bitch. KPIG and KBEAR when I'm cruisin'. The Honey Brothers. And my guilty pleasure -- BonJovi and anything 80s. Oh shut up. (25th Anniversary of MTV this year, ya know. Oooooo ya.)
Something -- anything -- with some thought behind it. Classics -- untouched by the evil hand of Ted Turner. Breakfast at Tiffany's; Dr. Zhivago; Sliding Doors. Because we all need a little glamour, a little romance, and a big do-over. Buckaroo Banzai (love Jeff Goldblum). Anything Eddie Izzard has ever done. Rainy Saturday Elvira's Movie Macabre reruns - the ultimate worthy 'stupid animal horror movies.' Night of the Lepus -- Doc McCoy leads the charge against rabbits terrorizing a town. Beautiful.
Anything ironic and hilarious: Venture Brothers rocks. Futurama and American Dad at the moment. Sunday night Entourage and the Sopranos. Nothing like a good crime drama -- the original Law & Order and CSI on a weekday evening. Mystery solving and merlot. Ahhh.
"Reading Lolita in Tehran" -- read it, in Tehran or elsewhere, and you'll quickly understand. Sarah Vowell's "Assasination Vacation." Anything by Robertson Davies. And of course there's W Magazine. That counts as a book, you know. So do the Vogue and InStyle Fall issues. For the girly girl in me, Sophie Kinsella's "Shopaholic" series. For REAL brain-taunting reading -- anything Russian.
Anyone who can make me laugh in the face of all of life's ridiculous roller-coaster loops. Which reminds me -- if a cow laughs, does milk come out her nose? Especially if she's on a roller-coaster?