Right now, sleeping. Social justice is my vocation, and it is sapping all of the livelihood from my bones . . . but I do like: twinkle lights, walking along the Eno River, good beer, concerts, irony and cleverness, tofurky.
George W. Bush (so I could set him straight). MLK Jr, Dorothy Day, Thomas Merton, Heloise (of Abelard and Heloise), Ethel Rosenberg. Vincent Van Gogh. Jane Austen. Queen Elizabeth I. Virginia Dare. Geneen Roth. Other progressive, passionate twenty and thirty-somethings. And my dirty little secret: the actor that plays "Dean" on WB's Supernatural (mygod he's pretty).
Neko Case. The Decemberists. Chatham County Line. Two Dollar Pistols. Aretha Franklin. Tres Chicas. Drive By Truckers. Tori Amos. Bob Dylan. Joan Osbourne. Anything with soul and angst. Classic rock, of course. Percy Sledge. Beck, sometimes. Loretta Lynn. Girl Bands from the Sixties.
I saw the unedited "the rape of the sabine women" at the Nasher Museum at Duke recently. It blew me away. I also saw "Talledega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby" a few days ago. Also blew me away, but in a much different way. Disney's Alice in Wonderland is my favorite movie ever. I can recite it word for word (songs included) from beginning to end.
don't have much time to watch TV. I mostly watch Sex and the City reruns while I do yoga. My roommate got me hooked, inadvertently, on Supernatural. So, when I'm actually home, I do try to watch it. I think the fools who cancelled Arrested Development should be shot--and that's saying a lot, coming from a pacifist.
On the Road--but it makes my head hurt. Anything by Anne Lamont, Sister Helen Prejean, Thomas Merton, Dorothy Day, Flannery O'Connor, Howard Zinn. I liked the Wizard of Oz books when I was little. Harry Potter is kind of fun. Agatha Christie. Haven Kimmel. Clyde Edgerton.
hmmmm. Jesus? Gandhi? Buddha? Don't know that I have any heros . . . I wish there was a superman with pretty blues eyes.