| General | I like reading and writing and music and chocalate covered ham winkies. I love sports ... watching sports and playing sports and people who don't like sports kind of freak me out a little. My favorite place to spend a summer evening is Yankee Stadium, and my favorite place to spend a fall afternoon is Notre Dame Stadium. I'm a huge NASCAR fan, I love live hockey, and I'll even watch the big tennis and golf tournaments on TV. I'm always up for throwing the football around or shooting some hoops, and I'll go running five or six times per week in the parks around the city. |
| Music | I'm a rock n' roll kind of girl, and there's little in the world I enjoy more than going to a live rock show. Favorite bands are Bon Jovi, The Tragically Hip, INXS, Great Big Sea, and Rush. Best concerts are Bon Jovi at Giants Stadium, Pink Floyd at Yankee Stadium, Aerosmith at MSG, The Stones at The Staples Center, and Great Big Sea puts on a great show anywhere they play. Upcoming shows are Great Big Sea in April and INXS in May! |
| Books | Here is why Nick Hornby is awesome: (From Songbook) All sorts of music are constantly being described as "sexy," but that doesn't necessarily mean that you would want them to accompany lovemaking. Most of them, in fact, are sexual substitutes rather than sexual accompaniments -- music for people who aren't getting any (or won't be until they get home) rather than people who are. Would it be possible to f*ck to the tune of "Let's Get It On" without laughing? (Not that there's anything wrong with laughter during sex, but laughter was not, I suspect, the sound that Marvin intended to provoke. If you want to laugh, then why not enhance your amorous pleasure with "I Have A Pony," by Steven Wright or "Disco Duck" by Rick Dees?) And even if you did manage to get through it without a giggling fit, could you manage the same during "If I Should Die Tonight" the third track on the album? Granted, you may have finished by then, but there's every chance you won't have turned the music off, which means that you'll be lying there with your girlfriend or boyfriend or someone you don't know very well, while Marvin is telling you that the sex you have just had is unlikely to be bettered during the remainder of your lifetimes -- indeed, that you may as well shuffle off this mortal coil now, so anticlimactic is any subsequent experience likely to be. This is an intolerable burden to place on any couple, and certainly inhibits the usual post-coital activities (sleep, the hunt for socks or the TV remote, exchanges of false email addresses, etc.). Good stuff. Favorite authors are Nick Hornby (just finished his Polysyllabic Spree, and it was awesome), Michael Chabon (currently reading his The Final Solution, and it's awesome), Mark Salzman (recently finished his True Notebooks, and guess what? Awesome.), and Dave Eggers (who admittedly is not always awesome, but when he's on, he's brilliant). I like both fiction and non-fiction. (I really wish John Krakauer would produce a book like every other week. It doesn't matter what he writes about -- mountain climbing, Mormanism -- his books are always can't-put-it-down great.) I read The London Times every day, Outside Magazine every month, and the NY Post is my guilty pleasure on Sundays. Ah hell. I read subway ads (especially the ones in Spanish -- translating them keeps the remedial Spanish skills from getting too rusty) and Bloomingdales catalogs and junk mail and really just about anything else you put in front of my face. I like words. |
