Raimund Abraham, Tadao Ando, Anglicanism, Austin, Barcelona, BBC Radio 3, Sandro Botticelli, Canada, Leonora Carrington, Giorgio de Chirico, Clavichord-playing, Countertenors, Early Music, England, John Hejduk, David Hilliard, Italy, Japan, Gustav Klimt, Charles Rennie Mackintosh, René Magritte, Enric Miralles, Piet Mondrian, Morphosis, New England, New Zealand, The Pacific Northwest, The Philippines, Renaissance Polyphony, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, San Francisco, Scandinavia, Seattle, The American South, Benedetta Tagliabue, Texas, Toronto, Vancouver, Venice, Peter Zumthor
Music
Atom and His Package, Bolt Action Five, Jeffrey Bützer, William Byrd, Patrick Cassidy, Arcangelo Corelli, John Dowland, Guillaume Dufay, Jacobus Gallus, Orlando Gibbons, George Frideric Handel, Japanther, K.C. Accidental, Nicola Matteis, Tarquinio Merula, Nic Nell, Michael Nyman, Of Montreal, Oh No! Oh My!, The Radio Dept, Say Hi to Your Mom, The Shins, Sportsday Megaphone, Sufjan Stevens, Thomas Tallis, Yann Tiersen, Velvetron, Tomás Luis de Victoria, Antonio Vivaldi, Manuel de Zumaya
Movies
Amadeus, Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, Shortbus, Nanny McPhee, What Dreams May Come, Kill Bill, Lord of the Rings, Evita, the Talented Mr. Ripley, the Devil Wears Prada, Saved!, Moulain Rouge, Interview with the Vampire
Television
gormenghast, king of the hill, project runway, south park
Books
Heroes
Tadao Ando, Lance Armstrong, Elizabeth II, Viktor Frankl, Antonio Gaudí, Jesus, Paul Moore, Pius X, Amélie Poulain, José Rizal, Desmond Tutu, Frank Vodvarka
About me: Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma,
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma.
Who I'd like to meet: How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
