Laughing, like, a lot. Living fully. Following my instincts. Oh, and acting. And riding. A lot.
Anyone and anything that inspires me. Challenges me. Makes me laugh. Raises the bar. Opens my eyes. Believes in life. Believes in me. Reminds me life isn't so serious, but that it is short and we ought to enjoy all of it. And Milton Hershey. Audrey Hepburn. And maybe that guy I locked eyes with on the subway two years ago on my way to an audition, even though I was too chicken at the time to say anything. Yeah. Maybe him. But only if he could do the above.Also, anyone with a sixth sense about technical things. For obvious reasons.
Nina Simone, Billie Holiday, Feist, Rufus Wainwright, Turtle, and this band that my brother turned me on to, the name of which I can never, ever remember.
Hmmm. Lately? Waitress, Ratatouille, Splendor in the Grass. Election. Sunset Boulevard. Fight Club. Breakfast at Tiffany's. Requiem for a Dream. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Pride and Prejudice. Oh, and just about anything Billy Wilder, for instance Sabrina or The Apartment, but not The Lost Weekend. Not that one at all.
30 Rock. Scrubs. Arrested Development. Friends. Other than that, I don't know. Because I don't have cable.
Nearly anything Dave Eggers has written. Nearly anything Cormac McCarthy has written. Or Truman Capote.
Anyone who is fearless and kind, unafraid to follow their heart, regardless of how well traveled or popular the path may be.