Dabbling. Books about writers. Being convinced otherwise. Old songs.
Lakes, canoes, trees, fish, and rocks. Smelling like campfire. Not leaving a trace.
Carpentry. Though I rarely get around to things so it's more of a theory. I also like theory, but only on complicated days.
My Cherokee great grandfather, whose only words of wisdom to my dad were "If you blink, you're fucked."
This week's albums*:
Iron & Wine - Our Endless Numbered Days
Sun Kil Moon - Ghosts of the Great Highway
Elliot Smith - Figure 8
Paul Simon - Negotiations & Love Songs
Neil Young - Unplugged
*subject to change
All TV sucks. There is honestly not a single well-written television show right now, though I can at least stomach the following: House, Six Feet Under, Jeopardy.
To tell you the truth I don't read nearly as much as I'd like to. The last book I read was The Catcher in the Rye; you probably read it in high school, right? Read it again as an adult. Trust me.
My banjo.