One of my favorite things to do is to eat; so I love food in
general. I have been cooking for years and have quite a few recipes
in my bag. I also have a minor in film, so I am a bit of a movie
geek. If I were travelling, (which by the way, is one of my
favorite things to do) and my plane went down in the ocean, and I
only had the movies and music in my bag, I would make sure that I
had Life is Beautiful and The Shawshank Redemption with me. Those
are two movies I could watch in perpetuity. I'd probably spend a
lot of time trying to dry out The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao
and Middlesex and I'd rejoice because for some reason, I brought
The Fountainhead ( an entertaining book that due to its length and
subject matter can be used for toilet paper for weeks.) If I was
able to swim to a small desert island after the crash, I'd break up
the monotony with my mp3 player that contains an eclectic mix
ranging from Radiohead to Mahalia Jackson. I would probably
construct a make-shift raft out of some of the wreckage so I could
get back home and watch some Wes Anderson or some Coen Brothers'
films...because somehow I left them at home. I can see myself now,
paddling while dreaming about all the tasty Thai, and Middle
Eastern food I could be enjoying instead of plain coconuts.
Hopefully some rescue boat would be dispatched to pick me up and
I'd thank the crew by re-enacting entire episodes of the IT Crowd
or wowing them with my karaoke rendition of "Don't Stop Believin'."
When I got back home, the first thing I would do is go get a fresh
taco and an IPA because the stuff I tried to ferment out of
coconuts back on the island just didn't do the trick. I'd probably
even win a few free shots at the bar from skeptics who didn't
believe that I survived a plane crash and a few months on a desert
island until I showed them the pics that the rescuers took of the
Gottfried Helnwein reprints I tried to make out of coconuts and
bits of fuselage. (After typing this I suddenly want to watch Dr.
Strangelove and eat tacos.)