I am learning to live in the moment. To follow the great teachings of Ram Dass. To not take life so seriously. To meet people that will help me grow as a person and add to my spark, not dim it down. Ya know what I mean?
But mostly just looking for a laugh or two. Or eating corn on the cob.
So with that said:
Learning how to play the mandolin
Working in coffee shops
Eating corn on the cob!!
I don't really have a physical trait that signals I love corn on the cob, but I wanted to keep the theme of talking about corn on the cob alive.
Music: 1960s. Real Estate. Tame Impala. Father John Misty. Modest Mouse. Anything Jack White touches. Edward Sharpe. Allah-Lahs. Alt-J. Arcade Fire. Bahamas. The Black Keys. The Bright Light Social Hour. Chet Faker. Courtney Barnett. The Districts. Frazey Ford. Mac Demarco. The National.Or really, you can search me on spotify: seensomethangs.
Movies: I don't want to call this a deal breaker but, if you have an intense love for Forrest Gump, I'm talking story wise, SOUNDTRACK wise, character wise, we will most likely be friends. More than friends. That and Waking Life.
Kubrick, Tarantino, Enter the Void, BBC nature docs.
Shows: HBO, AMC, Netflix. Workaholics. Californication. Broad City. I try to incorporate The Simpsons into my everyday life.
Do I need to tell you my favourite food? You know its corn on the cob. But also I went to India just to eat the food. So, that.
The company of an animal
Corn on the fucking cob
But if I'm being real, grandma, I'm looking at you girl.
You already know what else I think about.
Cobs of corn all up in my mind hole.
(I now make a living and buy food at grocery stores, my happiness level has remained the same, fancy that)
or fuck it, if you have a Vitamix, I'd be down.
or fuck THAT, if you have The Simpsons Seasons 4-10 on DVD, let's make sweet love all night while Mr Plow plays in the background.