Over the years, favorite writers have been Russell Banks, Frederick Busch, Louis de Bernieres, Joan Didion, Jim Harrison, Mary Karr, Cormac McCarthy, Sue Miller, Jack O"Connell, Walker Percy, Annie Proulx, Reynolds Price, James Salter, Josef Skvorecky, Andrew Vachss, and Robert Wilson, to name but a few.
When I was young I was greatly taken by Claude Brown, Richard Brautigan, Dick Gregory, A.A. Milne, Vonnegut, Salinger and Shakespeare.
Forgive me, I see it's like reviewing the "begats."
I have enjoyed film and movies at various times, usually for long periods, and concurrent with what was available in the place where I was living. Lately, I just fall asleep. Then I have to decide if I want to go back to the beginning or simply return the DVD without watching it.
Music is a huge subject for me, and personal. For over a decade, I have been rehearsing almost every Tuesday evening with a jazz quintet that began as a quartet. The piano player, who upon occasion would sit-in, just wouldn't go away and he finally had Tuesday nights free. So, quintet.
I cooked professionally for a number of years back in the 1970s and 1980s. I enjoy cooking when the kitchen is well-stocked and available; gardening, when the dirt is available and piled high.
I am a big fan of the movie, "Despicable Me." I mention this, because if I lived with Minions, I would constantly be cracking-up and could say in all honestly that THEY would be one of the six things I could never live without. Which is different from, "do without," and I could never consider Minions "things," (are they not really our best friends?) but imagination can be a valuable resource, especially when attempting to define oneself against others' pre-programmed conditions. (Alas, for the Minions, for are we not them?) But then, I find myself longing for - more than six - hundreds of nearly identical bright yellow cartoon characters in goggles, inhabiting with me less that 800 square feet. A practicing student in stating the obvious, I digress.