1. Being awake between 1 am and 3 am, and going on a walk through a city. Everything is quiet, everything is shut down. I often get the feeling that I’m not supposed to be there. A secret existence.
2. A sip of ice-cold Coke immediately after consuming peanut butter on saltines. One can feel the acid of the soda etching away at the peanut butter, leaving a feeling of bubbly clean.
3. When it is past 10 pm, and I can still see the light of the sun in the sky.
4. Cleaning out and organizing my own car; the feeling of owning something; the feeling of attending to your things and admiring them.
5. Teddy Roosevelt and John Muir, and their connection to the conservationalist movement in the early nineteenth century. The formation of the National Park System. Jack Kerouac and his remarkable influence on backpacking in the early 1960s.
6. Systematic alphabetical or chronological ordering of media.
7. Virtually everything that Terry Gilliam and Alejandro Inarritu direct or screenwrite.
8. Sentences that have two of the same word in a row, but are still grammatically correct. Example: “When I got a little ways past it it would turn back on.”
10. Egon Schiele and his marvelous gifts to the expressionism movement.
11. The conflation of death metal with theatrics and epic stories: see Nile and their latest two albums.
12. The human ability to rationalize the random.
13. Laramie, which is a blue-green stuffed bunny I own that I’ve probably spilled coffee on about twenty times. He’s six years old this year.
14. My good friend’s ability to churn out (on average) 3 original articles a week, unpaid.
15. On sandwiches: broccoli sprouts, smoked gouda, yellow and orange bell peppers, shallots (not onions!), tuna salad, olive oil, balsamic vinaigrette, artisan bread, rosemary-flavored anything, et al.