Exploring, packing up and leaving, talking to strangers, museums, contemplation (a fine and cheap hobby), spending sick lengths of time in used bookshops and looking at maps, attending the opera (well, probably), Modernist poetry and literature, old houses, envisioning the sensational garden I will plant when I own property some blessed day, making contracts with people, airport reunions with loved ones, collaborative writing, having brunch with my dear Magdalena, a glass of wine, filthy dancing, looking forward to events, Ireland/England/France, architecture, and incidents of good luck..... but there is not a THING I like better than to feel impressed.
Someone who can help me translate from English to english and (more importantly) a group of revolutionaries who will adopt me as the promise-child of the next generation because maybe, someplace, a new day is dawning and I could help.
Isn't music wonderful?
Either exceptional or horrid ones, none of those o.k. films.
LOST, and there's a local Chicago cooking show about how the Swedes make cheese and stuff in their barns that ROCKS (Update, 9/4/2006: I can't watch the Swedish channel anymore. I also can't see my favourite colour, which is in the Art Institute. Because I moved. Because I am apparently addicted to half-homes and mini-lives. Luckily, LOST is broadcast everywhere, even in Burkina Faso.)
Besides the drama business, I can certainly dig some Edna St. Vincent-Millay, Wallace Stevens, Robinson Jeffers, W.S. Merwin, Antoine de St.-Exupery, Katherine Mansfield, W. Somerset Maugham, and all children’s bedtime stories.