I enjoy ephemera of all kinds, but I seem to have a knack for interests that are now ridiculously commonplace; po-mo analysis, "good" bad movies, musical colonialism, etc. To be honest, I'm kind of tired of it, or to quote the guy who quoted the other guy: "I'm so far ahead of you I'm in back of you." Portland makes me feel both old and pointless, and young and vibrant. Welcome to the dialectic, motherfucker (as the Philosopher once said).
Keepin' my Tiger claws retracted in the year of the Monkey (while dodging all the life-challenging coconuts the said Monkey has been throwing at me all year).
Debating bad-habit-killing strategies.
Reading bout dead people who lived long ago and far away.
Formulating musical ideas, and trying to implement them within my means.
...And of course, making basil pesto...