This one's for the tallest kid in the class.
Whatever that means.
"I don't like Reggae. I love it..." So the song goes. I thought about making a list of things that I like, regardless of how it may work against me. And that song popped into my mind. Yeah, I really like it. It's catchy and a good refrain. Don't know a lot about it, like who sings it, for instance. But I like it.
I also like beer and pizza. I like warm, dry socks in the winter. I like beer. I like repeating myself. I like reproductive rights. Equality. Orange soda. Cuddling.
I like not turning my blog into an E-Harmony ad.
I like storytellers. I like narrative style, and the oral tradition. I like sexual innuendo. Most of the time.
I never really liked Andrew Dice Clay. Didn't really "get" him. But I like Lewis Black.
I really liked how I felt while tripping on magic mushrooms. I like that sustained, "spiritually at peace" feeling. I used to have it more often when I was younger and of fresher perspective. But I still have it occasionally. I haven't done illicit drugs in many years. But I'm still on drugs, psychoactive ones at that, right now. I don't really "like" them, but I tolerate them. They do seem to help me some, in a way that brings me more success and less crisis.
I like friendships. I like hanging out, joking around, laughing it up with friends. I like sporting events. I like family. I like eating. Almost anything, really.
But this isn't just about me. What do you like? Who are you, and what do you like, about yourself, about the world, about this blog? What brings you pleasure?
I like dogs. I like being clean-shaven, but I hate shaving. I like getting mail from friends and family-- y'know, letters and stuff. Like in the olden days, before all of this electronic stuff. But I like getting email, too. But not spam.
I like Life cereal. It's true. But I rarely eat it. I like grits, and linguica, and eggs over easy. And toast.
I like doing the work. I like working for a few hours, then stepping back and regarding the progress. Admiring it. I like progress.
Tomorrow I'm driving up into the Santa Cruz mountains and attending a writer's workshop. Three hours of intensive work towards writing my book and getting it published.
I like that.