Raging Bull, The Sound of Music, Fargo, Airplane, The Royal Tenenbaums, West Side Story, Amadeus, The Three Amigos, Back to the Future, On the Waterfront, Rear Window, The Wizard of Oz, Taxi Driver, A Streetcar Named Desire, The Apartment, Ken Burns' docs. I'm on a current mission of knocking out the AFI Top 100... Finally watched The Graduate, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (how is it even possible to have that much good-looking on one screen?!?!?), Sunset Boulevard, The French Connection... THANK YOU, NETFLIX.
Jeopardy!, Portlandia, Curb Your Enthusiasm, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Real Sports, Friday Night Lights, SNL, Game of Thrones, I Love Lucy, Workaholics, My So-Called Life, The Cosby Show (shit, we're not allowed to like that anymore - for good reason - but stilllllll), Parks and Rec, Top Chef, Project Runway (I don't have TV, so I'm not super up-to-date on what's going on in TV land).
Sleigh Bells, Cults, The Clash, Elliott Smith, A Tribe Called Quest, Nirvana, Johnny Cash, Radiohead, Pixies, Michael Jackson, Ludo, Operation Ivy, Le Tigre, Eels, Billy Joel, The Roots, Beck, Sigur Ros, Pavement, X, Wu-Tang Clan, Brahms, Rachmaninoff, Gorecki, Vasks, Smokey Robinson, Otis Redding, The Shangri-Las.
Hieronymus Bosch, Jeremy Lipking, Andrew Wyeth, Chuck Close, Kris Lewis, El Greco, Edward Hopper, Cindy Sherman, Jasper Johns, Matt Bone, Egon Schiele, Marina Abramovic, Eero Saarinen, Frank Gehry, Richard Neutra, Antoni Gaudi, Frank Furness.
I'll eat anything and everything; I don't prepare much meat at home, as I don't eat a lot of it, but I can make a perfect rib-eye. And cooking some fish en papillote with fresh veggies is pretty much my go-to lunch. But my last meal would probably be some amazing yet horrid mix of salmon sashimi, cauliflower, and a Philly cheesesteak. With a black IPA to wash it all down.
Something to look forward to. (Something to which to look forward? Assholes.)
Words - etymology, language relationships, meaning, grammar; all of it.
What to make for dinner.
How to be funnier.
What I love about the ones whom I love to love.
The misallocation of resources (and products) globally, specifically food.
How to help.
How I should stop whistling Dixie. But, like, for real. I whistle the tune of Dixie a lot.
My next adventure.
When it's okay to end a sentence in a preposition. (As Churchill said, "This is the sort of bloody nonsense up with which I will not put." Sometimes we sound like pretentious dicks.)
Whenever we play Name That Tune, my best friend thinks I'm humming the theme from Growing Pains. So, either I'm really bad at humming, he is just as obsessed with TV theme songs as I am, or pop tunes are terribly derivative. It might just be a combination of the three. None of this is "private" information, but I thought it somewhat revealing.