Writing. Coffee. Music. Being next in line. Jostling. More coffee. Eating. I don't really like jostling, but I like the word. At least today. Who knows why. Maybe jostling for something good would be okay. Like coffee or sex. That kind of jostling wouldn't be so bad. I could live with good jostling.
Tom Waits, Arcade Fire, The Detroit Cobras, The White Stripes, The Greenhornes, The Flaming Lips, The Unicorns, The New Pornographers, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Fiery Furnaces -- before the fell in love with how kooky they are, Blanche, Nick Cave, Violent Femmes, Goldfrapp, Blondie, Talking Heads, Sparks, Love, Neil Young, Nick Drake, Elliottttt Smith, Captain Beefheart. Good pop, funk, hip hop, Northern Soul, etc. And on and on.
Being John Malkovich, Down By Law, The Station Agent, Election, Big Lebowski, Harvey, Bringing Up Baby, Dazed and Confused, The Hairdresser's Husband, They Might Be Giants, Rushmore, Bottle Rocket, Brazil, Carnival of Souls, Paris Texas, Chopper, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
Six Feet Under, The Green Wing, Spaced, Seinfeld, Larry Sanders.
CivilWarLand in Bad Decline. White Noise. A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again. The Master & Margarita, The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break. A Dog's Head. Anything by Donald Barthelme, esp. 40 Stories.http://albertsfrozenhead.blogspot.com/