if i had a classifiable pathology it would be called "chronic pontification". Brain is the bane of my existence. i wish i were a sea otter or an octopus or a volcanic island destined to erupt and grow, cool, erode into fertile forested soil and eventually crumble back into the sea. anything that doesn't question it's purpose would be just fine with me. what is human? i am thought therefore what am i? whoa, heavy, i know. i suck. i hate smart people even more than stupid people. no i don't, i love everybody indescriminately. i can't spell either. neither could Einstein, but i'm no Einstein.
playing the four-string, giving rock a much-needed shot in the arm, fucking shit up, reading true-crime novels, bicycling, chiwuawuas, being an extroverted introvert, bathing, napping, not answering the phone, wrench-throwing, staying up late to watch cartoons, burning tarot cards, "that magic moment", u.f.o. watching, fruit and yogurt, revolution for the hell of it, picking fights with drunk red-necks, making love not war, putting on eye make-up for gigs, defying the odds, remembering dreams, talking to myself on the bus so people will leave me alone, collecting records, running red-lights on my bicycle, trying like hell to fill up an 80 gig i-pod, generally enjoying life.
cartoons (Venture Bros., Ghost in the Shell, Harvey Birdman, Cowboy Bebop, A.T.H.F., Metalocalypse, etc.) nature shows, history, discovery, Dr. Who.
Donnie Darko, A Scanner Darkly, anything else with the word "dark" in it that isn't necessarily dark.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr., William T. Vollman, Robert Anton Wilson, Tom Robbins, Thomas Pynchon, sometimes Bukowski, etc.