English Lit & Philosophy graduate. Currently pursuing MA in Contemporary Literature at the University of York where I may have made a lot of good friends, but haven't been lucky in romance. Yet.
Running, playing squash, as much sport as I can fit in.
Freaking people out in my building by groaning like an over-ripe Nick Nolte.
Gradually more virile as I get older though...like youth in reverse.
I seem to read a lot of American fiction. I'm trying to read more European fiction but I'm not sure if a lot isn't lost in translation. I am an aesthetic freak, and I tend to judge writers on expressive ability over content. However, I am not completely oblivious to context. Favourites: Leonard Michaels, Nicholson Baker, John Cheever's Bullet Park. Robert Coover, erotic, comic and aesthetic! Poets: James Tate. Wallace Stevens John Ashbery will never go astray - particularly the rather apt, 'Worsening Situation.' All men; it must mean something. 'The Lime Twig' by John Hawkes was the last novel which left me staggering around in a murky haze of wonderment.
Post-script: Current writers - David Markson, Thomas Bernhard and William Gaddis.
Very recent: The Master by Paul Thomas Anderson is my all-time favourite.
The Duke of Burgundy, an erotic film which is intelligent and aesthetic.
Anything by Rainier Werner Fassbinder. Particularly Fox & His Friends
James Mason and Joan Bennett in a desperately poetic film noir that you know ain't gonna end well...
The long hall: In terms of films, I am a fan of the 1970s New Hollywood: Jack Nicholson between 1970 and '76; McCabe & Mrs Miller; Shampoo. Very creative period wherein the influence of a more abstract, ambiguous European arthouse seemed to inform and intoxicate an ailing Hollywood structure leading to many wonderful, aesthetically ballsy films. That and the psychologically realist and supremely indulgent plot-free films of John Cassavetes. Hitchcock's Vertigo. Harmony Korine, Whit Stillman, Hal Hartley, Guy Maddin - plenty of quirky indie auteur stuff from the last twenty years of American cinema. The more austere Gus Van Sant stuff (Elephant). Mike Leigh for a more worthwhile take on British life. Peter Greenaway for his wit and visual acumen.
The Sopranos - subversive and entertaining. Peerless.
Twin Peaks; I enjoy giving confused waitresses the Dale Cooper thumbs-up.
Seinfeld, anything Larry David-related. Nihilistic honest situation comedy which turns bullshit, cliched sitcom tropes on their worn heads!
I think that about puts the lid on tv for me - I just don't have the time to waste and there are more worthy distractions!
Quite far ranging. Thanks to youtube I expose myself to new music everyday. I have a predilection for angular, discordant stuff (Fugazi, Slint, etc) though I could be just as happy listening to Steely Dan or Autechre. I can find value in most things musically (Country, electronic, you name it) - barring maybe the vocals on reggae songs. Sometimes I pay attention to lyrics. I like risks taken, candidness and uneven tones.
Ah, lists. We could be here all day.
Some sort of reading material, even the side of a cereal box.
Some sort of music listening apparatus even if my mp3 player is like listening to a chorus of gnats re-arrange and perform my favourite music.
A spare shirt.
My hands. I'm like a neurotic film-maker waving them around me at all times [Now the left one is fractured in a small place]
My New Balance runners. Now Karimor. I wish they were Brooks. Sigh.