Writing, reading, painting, gardening, tearing things down and rebuilding them "better", cooking, traveling, swimming, anything involving clear blue water, white sands, and a funky drink, skinny-dipping, spelunking, and camping in places like Glacier National Park. Bug (relatively) and snake free. And the fact you could be eaten by a grizzly is kind of exciting in this safety-focused world.
Fearless people who can bake a great pie, drink whiskey all night, sing songs off key, run around the house naked on a dare, will eat anything at least once, read everything or anything, are enchanted by the world more than they are disgusted, and anyone who falls in love with me. Especially those that fall in love with me. I'll do my best to love you back.
Everything from Nina Simone to Dwight Yoakum and throw in a little ACDC and Eurotechno-Disco-cheesy on top. Everything, in other words - except the teeny angst-ridden stuff that sounds like it is being sung through someone's nose and laments how everything sucks.
Cool Hand Luke, Raising Arizona, The Third Man, Urban Cowboy, Blood Simple, Fargo, Touch of Evil, Midnight Cowboy, Reservoir Dogs, Bull Durham, Dangerous Liasons, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, Anything with Will Ferrell, When Harry Met Sally, Alien, The Big Easy, Body Heat, Stupid movies with killer frogs and screaming teenagers, and on and on forever and ever.
Gotta have my HBO.
Blood Meridian, A Confederacy of Dunces, 100 Years of Solitude, Love in the Time of Cholera, Child of God, Madame Bovary cracks me up everytime, As I Lay Dying, Absalom, Absalom, The Elementary Particles (and no, I don't agree with it), and Jesus Christ I can't even make a list there are too many.
My grandfather Big Ern, my best friend Eve, and other people I construct from composites.