I'd rather be myself than talk about myself. I feel like I could rattle off personal facts continuously without ever really conveying a sense of who I am, or more importantly, how I am. I imagine the same is true of you. Nevertheless, we have to start somewhere.
Music-jungle, electro, folk, ragtime, celtic, bluegrass, sneaker pimps, the boss, the band, bjork, ... aqua
Some Movies- the seventh seal, o brother where art thou, duck soup
Some Books- brideshead revisited, the sun also rises, nightwood, the crying of lot 49, gravity's rainbow, pale fire, a brief history of time, the trial, the great gatsby, leaves of grass, the picture of dorian gray, anything by Joyce, joseph andrews... Oh yeah, and Chaucer, cuz he's f'n gangsta.
I have a profound and unapologetic loathing for every sorry, hate-filled word published by that gremlin Ayn Rand; just look at the number of indents required to ostracize mention of her from my faves.
food- bosc pears
tamales on Christmas
On second thought it was probably seeded by my profound terror of Stromboli from Disney’s Pinocchio.
Pieter Bruegel gives me nightmares.
I like Zeppo