tooo many

Esthero, Dave Matthews Band, Damien Rice, Jamie Litrell, Jack Johnson, Lou rawls, Etta James, Ani Difranco, Cassandra Wilson, Rilo Kiley, Coldplay, Miri Ben-Ari, Citizen Cope, Lamb, Telepopmusik, Kaskade, Sigur Ros, The Story, Cole Porter, Frou Frou, Imogen Heap, Interpol, Dar Williams, Massive Attack, Fischerspooner, Ray LaMontagne, Modest Mouse, Talvin Singh, Nitiin Sawhney, Jeff Buckley, Sting, The Postal Service, The Shins, Mos Def, Big Head Todd and the Monsters, Toad the Wet Sprocket, REAL house music. Carl Cox, Charles Feel Good, Pete Tong, Robbie Rivera, Kerri Chandler, DJ Chico Jones, DJ Tycobass..to name a few, and my own personal soundtrack to my life that changes everyday.

The Tao of Pooh, Te of Piglet, HP, my own although as of yet still unpublished..

http://www.innerdrama.com/rukdngme

i have finally figured out what really gets me motivated and inspired...a really organized desk with the perfect pen medium point black ink..and not those new fangled ones with the rubber foamy stuff for you to grip because it makes my thumb cramp up and my index finger gets sweaty. the second thing, its a smell, not just any smell, and not an unpleasant smell like rotten meat or feces or anything gross and more pleasant than that right after the rain, its the smell of me not giving a holy f about all the stupid people around me and the bs that comes with them and there insecurities its the smell of me drinking coffee not only to wake me up but because i like coffee its the smell of my clothes hanging out to dry because when i'm happy they smell better, its the smell of my memories, of nostalgia of remembering when i had super powers and realizing i still do, its the smell of the future, knowing that when i'm old and on the front porch in a rocking chair i will have lived a life full of the good stuff, its the smell of knowing i won't ever have THAT car because i hate cars, but I will go back to thailand, and eat coconuts in seychelles and get dysentery in india while sneaking around hindu temples eating hamburgers, its the smell of pine sol, cuz i hate cleaning which is the reason i don't dream of a big house like the one i grew up in, i don't want a maid, because no ones stuff should be cleaning other peoples messes, i want some walls and windows with a view of an ocean a lake a sea a fn puddle. its the smell of my future children because they will be forced to play outside barefoot for hours so that when they're older they'll be free. its the smell of my books because one day they will get published and i'll eat pineapples and never wear shoes and never own a clock and my friends will all come join me and find their stuff, and drink my wine and that'll be it. you can own stuff, sell stuff, wish for stuff ,regret stuff, owe stuff..i'm gonna do things differently though because people have been doing the same stuff for ages and its all the same. i met an old man in koh samui, he had no shoes had a bunglalow on the water he walked up and down the beach with a radio for no reason that man smiled all day, he took me out on his boat for free with his grandkids and we looked at fish, drank beer, caught fish, pointed at clouds, and jumped in the water to pee..i will probably always need a toilet because its just more hygenic and free of jellyfish and sharks but you get the point.

airports, foreign languages..

ignorance and arrogance

writing, reading, travel, wine, music, violin, daydreaming, and red swedish fish.