Wednesday - July 27, 2005
It's all about comfort.
So, I am making a meme, answering it, and tagging
other people and kind-of people so they'll answer it.
What's your favorite comfort food?
When I feel alienated, discontent, or surly, I must have chocolate. Meiji Black is swell. So are leftover pre-nibbled bits of alleged chocolate my sister carelessly leaves in the refrigerator egg tray. Curly Tops (the ones in the box, not the plastic pack) make me happy.
Coming in a close second is Roquefort cheese. Moldy curdled sheep milk rocks.
What are your comfort books?
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a trilogy in five parts, blessed be Douglas Adams' memory, sorry for the inconvenience.
Sharon Shinn's Samaria series. Angelica, Jovah's Angel, The Alleluia Files... I can pick up any of these books, start reading on any page, and be comfortable immediately. The series is a science fiction-romance crossover, equal parts Georgette Heyer and Sheri Tepper, chick lit with genetically-engineered angels.
Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash. I dig YT. I can settle into Mr. Lee's Greater Hong Kong with neurons to spare.
Julian May's Saga of Pliocene Exile.
What's your comfort outfit?
My hobbit mules from Bangkok, fisherman pants and a tee with at least 5% spandex.
What's your comfort music?
Joni Mitchell, The Hissing of Summer Lawns. I've been listening to this practically all my musically-discerning life. It's the sound of all my cooped-up rainy days.
Citizen Steely Dan volumes 1 to 4. The Dan changed rock forever. I find Deacon Blues particularly comforting, especially when I'm mildly angry. I will drink Scotch whiskey all night long and die behind the wheel.
Boo Hewerdine, Ignorance. Will you turn around with 16 miles to go?
The Blessing, Prince of the Deep Water. "Heaven saw a knife in a young girl’s heart burn right through on Highway 5. Said it takes time and big mistakes for us to realize we need each other like the air we breathe, ain’t nothing that we can do. And no one else will ever make me quite as mad as you."
Freedy Johnston, This Perfect World. "I know I've got a bad reputation." I heard that single on NU and found the CD in Hong Kong.
Iron & Wine, Our Endless Numbered Days. This was the freshest I'd heard in ages. Naturally I played it over and over again.
Leonard Cohen, I'm Your Man. "Take this waltz with its very own breath of brandy and death, dragging its tail in the sea."
I am still deciding on The Arcade Fire's Funeral.
This comfort package is hereby sent to Vox Veritas and McVie (seeing as you're into lists nowadays). Anyone else who wants to sign for it is quite welcome.
What's your favorite comfort food?
When I feel alienated, discontent, or surly, I must have chocolate. Meiji Black is swell. So are leftover pre-nibbled bits of alleged chocolate my sister carelessly leaves in the refrigerator egg tray. Curly Tops (the ones in the box, not the plastic pack) make me happy.
Coming in a close second is Roquefort cheese. Moldy curdled sheep milk rocks.
What are your comfort books?
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a trilogy in five parts, blessed be Douglas Adams' memory, sorry for the inconvenience.
Sharon Shinn's Samaria series. Angelica, Jovah's Angel, The Alleluia Files... I can pick up any of these books, start reading on any page, and be comfortable immediately. The series is a science fiction-romance crossover, equal parts Georgette Heyer and Sheri Tepper, chick lit with genetically-engineered angels.
Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash. I dig YT. I can settle into Mr. Lee's Greater Hong Kong with neurons to spare.
Julian May's Saga of Pliocene Exile.
What's your comfort outfit?
My hobbit mules from Bangkok, fisherman pants and a tee with at least 5% spandex.
What's your comfort music?
Joni Mitchell, The Hissing of Summer Lawns. I've been listening to this practically all my musically-discerning life. It's the sound of all my cooped-up rainy days.
Citizen Steely Dan volumes 1 to 4. The Dan changed rock forever. I find Deacon Blues particularly comforting, especially when I'm mildly angry. I will drink Scotch whiskey all night long and die behind the wheel.
Boo Hewerdine, Ignorance. Will you turn around with 16 miles to go?
The Blessing, Prince of the Deep Water. "Heaven saw a knife in a young girl’s heart burn right through on Highway 5. Said it takes time and big mistakes for us to realize we need each other like the air we breathe, ain’t nothing that we can do. And no one else will ever make me quite as mad as you."
Freedy Johnston, This Perfect World. "I know I've got a bad reputation." I heard that single on NU and found the CD in Hong Kong.
Iron & Wine, Our Endless Numbered Days. This was the freshest I'd heard in ages. Naturally I played it over and over again.
Leonard Cohen, I'm Your Man. "Take this waltz with its very own breath of brandy and death, dragging its tail in the sea."
I am still deciding on The Arcade Fire's Funeral.
This comfort package is hereby sent to Vox Veritas and McVie (seeing as you're into lists nowadays). Anyone else who wants to sign for it is quite welcome.