The Boston Red Sox, New England Patriots, and the Fighting Irish. Good books, great music. Exploring the city, finding comfort in favorite haunts. Living life and then capturing it on paper.
Old friends I've lost touch with, fellow writers, fellow Red Sox fans, kindred spirits. More specifically; Nicholson Baker, Chuck Klosterman, Sarah Vowell, the editorial staff of the Chicago Manual of Style, Tim Wakefield, someone who will pay for me to go back to graduate school, the list goes on and on.
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Dave Matthews Band, The Killers, Kaiser Chiefs, Pat McGee, The Drokick Murphys, The Shins, Maroon 5, Great Big Sea, Natalie Merchant, Sheryl Crow, I could keep going, but I won't.
My movie knowledge is laughable.
I stick mainly to DVDs since I don't have cable.
A list of author's is easier. Nicholson Baker, Chuck Klosterman, Sarah Vowell, Don Delillo, Irvine Welsh, JK Rowling, Jane Austen, Jonathan Safran Foer, Jonathan Franzen. Above all? I hate James Joyce with a passion. I can respect his abilities, but still can't make it through his books.
My Mom, for being the strongest woman I'll ever know. My brother for going after his dreams with more voracity than I could ever understand. My grandfather for serving in WWII and living to tell about it. Everyone is a hero in one way or another.