i've been tagged by senor steve caratzas to write about my obsessions/passions/whatnots in groups of 8. because i consider steve a good friend i'm game.
now let me open up another anchor steam christmas ale to kill the tickle that is germinating in the back of my throat: feels like a cough, a cold, coming on, and let her go.
8 [not-living: i mean breathing] poets better than the movies
jimmy 'jam' schuyler
8 favorite words
8 obsessions/loves of my life
otherstream topics [i.e. ufology, cryptozoology]
8 things that piss me off
mobile phones used loudly in public places
spitting in public
the word 'gifted' as it is used in a sentence like 'my grandmother gifted me this clock'
smelling someone's cigarette smoke
persons stuck in a queue and bitching about it when they could step out if they so choose
questions that begin, 'if you don't eat meat, what do you eat'
8 cities i've not been but would love to go
st. petersburg, russia
mexico city, mexico
8 filmmakers that i can't help but love and admire
the coen bros
8 seminal films of my life
2001 a space odyssey
saturday night fever
decline of western civilization
attack of the mushroom people
okay, that's it. realize i can go on and on with these lists, but man i've got a bit of a buzz, my throat's still scratchy and finally how much can one person reveal of himself with a series of lists? part of me hopes that what is revealed is a whole lot. the reality is rather rashomon-like. and if i wrote these lists tomorrow night there'd be another group of far different answers.
i like making these lists just the same, and i like the tagging. so you, yes you, consider yrself tagged.