BJJ, Muay Thai, all the cutely named and respectively effective forms of wrestling, sambo, judo, Western-boxing...basically anything that would allow one to be effective in MMA. All that, and a good book that actually makes the ole noggin break a sweat; we definitely can't forget those.
People, preferably.
Eclectic tastes abound, with the Ipod being a summarily clamoring paean to my at times sadistically flightly attention span.
The mandatory Pacino classics (Godfather trilogy, Scarface, et al.), Syriana, Boondock Saints. More to come when I think of em:)
"Rescue Me" has become an even guiltier pleasure than it ever was, but it keeps me coming back like a smack-addicted miscreant; anything on SpikeTV that drums up interest in the UFC, and hopefully MMA in general by proxy; the World Cup till its over, then sitting around and waiting for Vic to open the proverbial can of whup-ass on that dude from Ghost Dog (who, by the way, is not really aging well at all, no sir).
Most German philosophers strike my fancy, with varying degrees of interest. Of course the Kantian trinity must be included (his critiques of pure reason, practical reason, and judgement), if only grudgingly and with more of a nod to what they engendered than standing alone. The Will to Power, Ecce Homo, etc., but moreso before I chanced upon Discipline and Punish than at the moment. The Wheel of Time series is getting a mite long in the tooth, but maybe thats only because I am not used to such epic storylines out of my waste-a-day fiction. Still good reads all around, though (even with the sneaking suspicion that Mr. Jordan is being diabolically patriarichal in his delivery and ultimate message...).
With my take on divinities encapsulated by the great sage Miyamoto Musashi's classic line: "I respect deities, I do not rely on them", my view of the term "hero" is definitively elucidated.