So far adulthood has included a pretty successful grown-up style job in IT, a transition from assorted band geekery to professional sports entertainment, a keen interest in cooking, the odd road trip or extended overseas holiday, and the slow accretion of an admittedly over-ambitious collection of technology artifacts. Very infrequently, sasquatch impersonation. Serious possibilities for near-future chapters could include trumpet or guitar lessons, circus school, or learning the basics of skateboarding; more distantly, developing some ideas for a science-related educational TV production. Less serious possibilities include rally driving classes and reincarnating as a muppet.
1. "Hey, man, I love your hat!"
...or, if I happen to be on the unicycle,
2. "Look, mom! Just like Spongebob!"
I'm not sure I want to talk about my favorite movies. Some of them are real stinkers (Hackers); some of them make me inappropriately emotional (Toys, Speed Racer); some of them make me appropriately emotional but are embarrassing for other reasons (La Vita è Bella); some of them are hard to watch (Lola Rennt); some just seem hopelessly clichéd (everything I needed to know about life I learned by watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off). One in particular broke my preadolescent brain forever (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles).
On further reflection, however: Salmer fra kjøkkenet is exquisite. So is The Breakfast Club. I had a strong (but appropriate) emotional reaction to Where the Wild Things Are and had to watch it a few more times to really understand why. I adored The Addams Family and am totally over being embarrassed about it.
Stephen Chiau makes me laugh my ass off. I could watch Buster Keaton all day, though I find Harold Lloyd to be the more comic.
Of the books I've read most recently, Neal Stephenson's Anathem was by whole light-years the most engrossing; in fact, the first thing I did after finishing it was read it again. At the other end of the spectrum, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo was so poorly written that, whatever its other merits, I had to consciously resist the urge to wreak physical violence upon the book itself.
There are other books I keep coming back to... they're like comfort food in a library binding. The Forgetting Room (Nick Bantock), Smilla's Sense of Snow (Peter Høeg), Microserfs (Douglas Coupland), The Fourth Bear (Jasper Fforde). I can already tell that Anathem will join this list.
Reading Edward Gorey is probably as close as I will ever get to the experience of taking LSD.
I cannot abide squash. It is the only vegetable I never outgrew disliking. Otherwise: equal opportunity omnivore. I'm a pretty good sport about trying new things, and recently discovered the joys of fried pickles. Though, I probably would not choose to eat sea urchin again.
If you'll indulge me the editorializing, thank God I'm not expected to say anything about TV. In the last fifteen years I think I've appeared on TV more frequently than I've watched it, and I'm happy to keep it that way. I have a TV, but it doesn't get any channels (in fact, since broadcast went digital, it can't get any channels). Maybe if it did I'd be better at small talk? Probably not.
2. Taking action.
3. Indiscriminate kindness.
5. A shyness that is criminally vulgar.
6.02 x 10^23.
The ultimate nature of heroism.
The tiny things that are easily overlooked but which matter most in the end.
How to overcome the inevitable paralyzing terror that strikes every time I try to learn how to skate down stairs or grind rails.
"I figured out that the non-event is the best part of life."