Dad always said a person must have a magnificent reason for writing out his or her Life Story and expecting anyone to read it. "Unless your name is something along the lines of Mozart, Matisse, Churchill, Che Guevara or Bond--James Bond--you best spend your free time finger painting or playing shuffleboard, for no one, with the exception of your flabby-armed mother with stiff hair and a mashed-potato way of looking at you, will want to hear the particulars of your pitiable existence, which doubtlessly will end as it began--with a wheeze." Given such rigid parameters, I always assumed I wouldn't have my Magnificent Reason until I was at least seventy...
I was wrong.
I listen Fiona Apple. the Beatles. Blondie. Childish Gambino. Leonard Cohen. Elvis Costello. Jenny Lewis. Metric. Laura Marling. the Monkees. Rufus Wainwright. showtunes.
I read Special Topics in Calamity Physics. The Unbearable Lightness of Being. The Wild Party. The Post-Office Girl. Lolita. Max Barry. Agatha Christie. Billy Collins. Jasper Fforde. Frank O'Hara. Dorothy Parker. JD Salinger. Donna Tartt. comic books.
I watch Accepted. American Beauty. Cabaret. Clue. Clueless. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind. Heathers. La Dolce Vita. LOL (Laughing Out Loud). Lost In Translation. Middle of Nowhere. Paris Je T'aime. Pride and Prejudice: A Latter Day Comedy. Reefer Madness: The Movie Musical. Repo!: The Genetic Opera. Scoop. The Shining. 30 Rock. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Burn Notice. Castle. Community. Daria. Firefly. Glee. In Plain Sight. It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Psych. Royal Pains. Skins [first cast].
I credit Layout. Profile. Friends-only banner. Profile text.
I run Good Prattle. At The Mango Stand.