I'm basically the product of good ole' fashion midwestern-lowered expectations and innumerable cell divisions. Think of a room that smells like spilled whiskey and peanut shells. Half price Thursday open bowling and the kind of hard candies that while red, taste like paraffin.
Update: Made it up the hill! Totally inundated with feelings of emptiness and despair. Long for nothing but the comfort of my rock and 30% slope. Careful what you wish for, metaphor wise. Now I just can't seem to stop looking at myself in the mirror...
Non Fiction: Dawkins, Sagan, Hitchens, Sacks, E.O Wilson, Hawkins, Greene- basically into cosmology, biology and scientific skepticism. Hopefully you are not a metaphysical dualist (not that I'm overly picky) And then there's politics: Zinn, Taibbi, Hunter S. Thompson and all the usual lefty lit you'd expect. Plus with the philosophy degree and all I like Hume, KantHeideggar and I've got a decent foundation in social contract theory in all it's varied forms in case it gets too late.
Music: Fiery Furnaces, Joy Division, Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Lou Reed, Lou Barlow, Leonard Cohen, Rolling Stones and then imagine a sort of spiderweb of a whole lot more music, flowing outwards and in. Plus more I can't think of.
Movies: I like em. Coppola, Kubrick and a lot of other stuff but movies have never really been my thing. More of a word guy.
TV: Kids in the Hall, Tim and Eric, Hot Package, Mr. Show, Alan Patridge Arrested Development, Louie plus a bunch of the drama's everyone's watching: Man in the High Castle, Game of Thrones etc. etc. etc. Golden age we're living in here, TV wise.
Jack Burton: Real things?
Egg Shen: As real as Lo Pan!
Jack Burton: Hey, what more can a guy ask for?
Egg Shen: Oh, a six-demon bag!
Jack Burton: Terrific, a six-demon bag. Sen-sational. What's in it, Egg?
Egg Shen: Wind, fire, all that kind of thing!
I couldn't do without my six demon bag, is the point.