I love that things are so incredibly unbelievably bad that my previously ambivalent, ironic footwear purchasing, commercial alternative radio listening acquaintances are all coming out as passionate, well spoken, confrontational t-shirt wearing punk rock democrats.

I love being married, possibly more than I miss going out to see bands and dancing til three in the morning, things which are really not the same when you know for sure you’ll be having sex and with whom. I love that I remember vividly what that was like, too, and that I got to behave that way for possibly more than my share of years.

I love that my cat has figured out which squirrels to let climb up into my lap, and which one to growl and hiss and bat at.

I love that there are thousands of people lined up on Telegraph Avenue right now, waiting to wave at Bill Clinton’s motorcade. And that no one’s griping about the road closures. Hi, Bill!

I love having good friends in drastically different time zones, and that that isn’t too much of a hindrance.

But most of all,Mig, I love it when you call me Big Poppa.
(http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Notorious-B-I-G/Big-Poppa.html)
sorry. I just do.

what do i love?
blog surfing in the afternoon. i also love earl grey tea with sugar and cream. i also, unfortunately, love ciggies. yes. i love the ciggies.

i know they’re very bad for me. this makes me love them even more.

At least right now.

(The question was what, not who, right?

beer, belly skin, big words, booze, cheese, cinnamon, clarity, cloves, dali, dark chocolate, garlic, ginger, good spelling, laughing til it hurts, little kids singing, lucky strikes, red wine, salt, sand, secrets, sex, silence, things that stain, veiled cultural references, velvet, vinegar, water, weird pasta shapes, white food.