Conversations. The real art is listening.
Words with Friends. That's debatable, especially if I go SEVEN turns without one vowel.
Finding excitement in new adventures and people. That's what life is all about, isn't it?
That, or my baritone voice. I get noticed for this quite often.
Ernest Hemingway, Henry Miller, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Juno Diaz, Roberto Bolano, Michael Chabon, Chinua Achebe, Lewis Warsh, Akilah Oliver, John Ashbery, Frank O'hara, Jack Keroac, William S. Burroughs, even Allen Ginsberg, Mary Shelley, Isaac Asimov, John Fante. . .these are the authors that I can think of to mention here. There are more, of course, many many more.
Love me some Breaking Bad, Mad Men, Walking Dead, Doctor Who, and saw the last few episodes of this season's Top Chef Masters and So You Think You Can Dance. Yeah I did.
Oh movies. Yes, movies are fantastic as well. I have no idea what ones to put here, as I enjoy way too many, so, well, I recently quoted Office Space, Ghostbusters, Forrest Gump, Rookie of the Year (Did he just say funky butt-loving?!). . .these change periodically.
Other people. That would suck.
A heart. For obvious reasons.
Entertainment. Fortunately, I can find that most anywhere.
Big blankets on cold nights. Never knew their importance in the desert.
Communication/Expression. I'd be out of all my jobs without 'em.
Used to dwell on the past. That ended.
I'll save this one for when asked.