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.
The Little Mermaid was the first film I ever saw in a theater, and it scared the shit out of me.