cooking, eating, reading, shakin' my groove thing, turning everything over, drinking far too much coffee, the quality of light, knitting, folding chairs, writing stories, running, kundalini yoga, unyeilding introspection
The foolishly hopeful. Readers. Adventurous eaters. The folding chair-friendly. People who love pho. Knitters. Good dancers. And lovers, not haters.
All I listen to lately is the Time Out album by the Dave Brubeck Quartet, over and over. Sometimes Michael Penn's Mr. Hollywood, Jr., album to mix it up. I need a piano so bad it's like a physical pain.
True Romance, Clerks, House of Flying Daggers, Magnolia, Jeff Davis films, Kill Bill I, Godfather, Secretary, The Squid & The Whale, The Great Escape, Twelve Angry Men, Cool Hand Luke, Blue Velvet
Man vs. Wild, Grey's Anatomy, Criminal Minds, Daily Show with Jon Stewart, Colber Repor, Iron Chef (Japanese please), Chapelle Show, 6 Feet Under, Sopranos, Kids in the Hall
plays of Samuel Beckett, poetry of H.D., novels of Barbara Kingsolver and Anne Lamott, works of Willa Cather, Emerson's essays, The Narcissistic Family: Diagnosis and Treatment, The Sun Also Rises, The Corrections, Kavalier & Clay, my OED
My great grandma Pat, Samuel Beckett, Susan B. Anthony, Morris Gordon, Jesus was a nice guy, Marcel Duchamp, Julia Child, Ruth Reichl, and, as ever, Wonder Woman