I started writing, instead.
And loving green thai chilli (and may I just add, cooking a damn good one).
I may be found staring at gray mornings and daydreaming about a sunny beach, a blue strip of sea, and a warm breeze. I may even get distracted and think about the refreshing breeze that comes before a tropical storm.
Films - Jump between art house and mainstream. If it isn't depressing or up itself, chances are that I'll dig it.
Books - I've been reading too much non-fiction and need to get back to fiction. Dig Ursula K. LeGuin, Herman Melville and Harlan Ellison.
Shamefully musically illiterate so oscillate from Kavinsky and Blue Foundation to Krystof Penderecki and Bruce Springsteen.