I've been tagged by Walter at Quiet Bubble, and the timing just couldn't be better:
I am procrastinating grading final exams.
I want it to be September in Toronto.
I wish Johnny Hartman and John Coltrane had made a dozen records together instead of just one.
I hate a cell phone going off in class.
I love Stan Getz’s tenor sax playing on Jobim’s “Só Danço Samba”. (It's probably my favorite sax solo.)
I miss my parents and family in India.
I fear that I get really defensive when people attack things I cherish. (e.g. Howard Hawks movies, Liz Phair records, Elzie Segar comics).
I hear Lady Sovereign’s “Fiddle With The Volume” on my laptop speakers.
I wonder if my students know that I have a blog. (I divulge zero personal detail in my classes.)
I regret that I didn’t take music lessons as a kid.
I am not a handyman.
I dance to Peggy Lee’s “Dance Only With Me”.
I sing bass lines to songs around the house. (I am single—this is not a coincidence.)
I cry at the end of Aki Kaurismaki’s Drifting Clouds. (Three times and counting.)
I am not always good about staying in touch with friends after I move. (I feel bad about this.)
I make with my hands a rice pulao of which my mom would approve.
I write first thing in the morning, warm cereal at my elbow and warm pegster at my feet.
I confuse titles and plot details of Ozu movies.
I need to dial down my daily Internerdery. (A tad.)
I should cultivate the discipline to make the gym a part of my daily routine.
I start every semester with all the ambition I can muster.
I finish every semester with an inventory of all the things that didn’t go as I had hoped. (There’s always next semester to fix old mistakes and make fresh ones.)